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[bigassbowlingballhead]

top five favorite top chef contestants?

OHHHH that's a good one.

Tiffani Faison!!!!

Antonia Lofaso

Ty-Lor Boring

Michael Voltagglio

Kirsten Kish

[honestlydarkprincess]

for the wip word game: tongue, blood, and/or shiver <3

hehehehehee >:3

tongue (from a jonsa wip hehe)

“You can’t tell me what to do, Joffrey,” Sansa huffed, her exasperation making her tongue loose. Normally she wouldn’t speak to him like this out of fear of how he’d react, but tonight she was feeling bold. “I’m leaving. I’ll leave this party and never bother you again.”

blood (from a frank langdon centric wip)

Before he understood what he was doing, Langdon was punching his reflection, glass fracturing as his skin split open. He stared at the shards of glass that littered the sink and counter, blood dripping from his knuckles. He didn’t register the pain, all he felt was the rush, the relief coursing through his veins. He deserved this. He deserved to feel pain, to make up for all the pain he had caused.

shiver (from my jonsa scream au)

“Baby,” Jon said softly, reaching carefully for the knife she still held up towards him. Sansa let out another sob as she let him take it from her and throw it to the ground. He approached her, backing her up to the window and cupping her cheek, smearing blood onto her skin. A tear ran down Sansa’s cheek and Jon leaned in, licking it from her skin and making her shiver. “We can be together now.”

send me a word or words and i'll see if it's in a wip!

[eusuntgratie]

🌹and 😭pleeeeeease

alright lets fuckin go <3

(for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing)

here's a bit from the conformation sequel i'd love to finish one day

Alex isn’t sure exactly what he expects when he and Michael plan to meet up about a week after their night at the club, but it certainly isn’t the cowboy who swaggers into Mimi’s bar in tight wranglers, a huge belt buckle, a shirt with too many buttons undone and a black stetson.

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet (a girl after my own heart 😘😘)

here's a bit of a lamen (captive prince) bodyguard au i have no idea if i'll actually finish

“Drive,” Laurent commands. Damen is shaking with rage. He puts his hands on the wheel and sucks in slow deep breaths until his vision starts to clear. “He put his hands on you,” Damen growls. Laurent looks at him. He’s not sure if they’re talking about the man in the hallway or the regent. “Drive,” Laurent repeats. “To the barn.” “The barn is a fucking hour away.” “Drive, Damen.”

wip asks

[tulipfromtheinternet]

I joined @911podficfest this year! And I had so much fun learning and trying to be creative with a new medium!

The amazing art you have here above is by the amazing, talented, and super creative @like-the-rest-of-la (I hope everyone seeing this takes a moment to tell her what a wonderful job she did 🤌💋)

So many hugs and thank yous to @rewritetheending for whom this podfic would not have been possible❤️

[Podfic] this is it, all the flames

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (Buddie)

Length: 25 minutes 34 seconds

Format: streaming and mp3

Text: this is it, all the flames by withoutthetiger

AO3 Link For Podfic: Here

Summary:

Set sometime in the middle of s6, just a quiet surprise in the middle of Buck's kitchen.

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And you can check out the rest of the podfics for the 911 Podfic Fest 2023 too!

[facetimebuddies]

parallels | inspired by these tags:

#because i swear he does this thing where he silently pleads for buck to see right through him - but just for a moment #he has walls for daaaaaaays but he'll offer up a tiny window and beg for buck to use it #it's similar to the look he gave buck in the locker room before going home and breaking up with ana #like 'please do not Know Me because that is too much but also you are the only one i want to Know Me so please do' #his defenses are so well-honed but then he looks at buck and wants them gone

[clusterbuck]

ooooh, a kiss prompt, maybe? "kissing your friend's forehead because platonic affection <3"

he didn’t even notice.

buck figured it should probably mean something that he didn’t even notice.

who doesn’t notice when their best friend starts kissing them on the forehead? that’s not—that isn’t the kind of thing regular best friends do, he’s pretty sure.

but then again, regular best friends probably don’t go around putting each other in their wills, either.

the thought occurs to him on a tuesday, when eddie’s heading off to an appointment with frank and leaving buck to watch christopher. “bye, buddy,” he says, ducking down to press a kiss to his son’s curly head. then he walks past buck, and ducks down to kiss his temple, too.

it’s not until eddie’s walked out and chris is giving him a funny look that he starts thinking about it. since when has eddie—

buck starts thinking back, and he realised he can’t even remember what the first time was. he just knows it’s happened before.

he makes it all the way through the afternoon—which he thinks is pretty impressive—before getting in his car and driving over to maddie’s.

she opens the door to let him in and opens her mouth to say hello, but buck doesn’t let her get that far.

“maddie,” he says, pacing into her house and through the living room, then turning back around again. “are forehead kisses a friend thing? like a chill platonic friend thing?”

maddie blinks. “hi, maddie,” she says, emphatic. “how are you?”

buck sighs. “sorry,” he says, going over to hug her. “hi. i’m just—”

“—freaking out,” maddie, who has seen her fair share of buck freakouts, supplies.

“i’m—yeah,” buck says. “i’m freaking out. a little.”

maddie steers him gently towards the sofa and makes him sit down. “so,” she says. “forehead kisses? i’m assuming this is about eddie?”

“he just—kissed me,” buck says, running a hand through his hair. “i mean—on the forehead, not, like, full-on kissing, but—he just did it like it’s normal? like we do it all the time? and i was thinking about it, and—i don’t even know when he started. it’s just a thing we do now, i guess.”

“okay,” maddie says slowly. “so…”

“so!” buck says. “like—is that normal? do friends just do that?”

maddie hums, but before she can reply with anything more substantial, buck starts talking again.

“it’s not, right?” he asks. “like—it means something?”

“i can’t tell you that,” maddie says. “you know who could, though? eddie.”

“maddie,” buck says. “i can’t just—i don’t know, go up to him and ask if the forehead kissing means he also wants to do other kinds of kissing.”

“then i guess you’re just going to have to wonder,” maddie says. “because no one else is going to know the answer.”

“you’re not helpful,” buck whines, but after he’s let maddie feed him a cup of tea and a sandwich and hugged her goodbye, he drives straight back to eddie’s house.

it feels inevitable, in a way. he always drives back to eddie’s house.

he lets himself in, quiet, checking if christopher is in bed yet. the light in his room is on, but the door is closed, so buck drops onto the sofa next to eddie. his knee digs into eddie’s leg, but eddie doesn’t move away.

“hey,” eddie says, warm, turning to give him a smile, but his face freezes when he sees buck. buck isn’t quite sure what his own face is doing right now, but eddie’s reaction is probably warranted.

buck spent the whole drive turning words over in his mind, and didn’t come up with a single way to bring the subject up to eddie. so he just blurts it out.

“you kissed me,” he says. “earlier—and, i don’t know, before, and i know it wasn’t real kissing, but i’m, uh. kind of hoping it means you also want to do the real kissing, because i really do, and—”

he doesn’t finish his sentence so much as he runs out of words, like a cartoon character laying railway tracks in front of a moving train who runs out of planks to lay down.

eddie blinks, once, like he’s trying to process buck’s mess of a run-on sentence. then he lifts his gaze, looking buck right in the eye, and there’s a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. “real kissing, huh?” he asks.

“if—i mean. if you want,” buck mumbles, and eddie’s grin stretches wide.

“buck,” he murmurs, reaching out to tilt buck’s jaw up with his fingertips. “i definitely want.”

forehead kisses prompts 😙

[doeeyeseddie]

If you're still taking soft prompts (and if you're inspired), how about "walking home" maybe? <3

morgan!! thank you, i hope you like this one <3

send me a soft prompt

[read on ao3]

Their first date is a little awkward. Buck has never been on a first date where he knows the other person inside out, after they’ve already said “I love you”, after they’ve kissed.

But no one’s ever been as important either, and they want to do this right, so they’re on a first date anyway, dressed up and on either side of a small table at a fancy restaurant.

They’ve made it to dessert without anyone choking, and it’s not like they don’t have anything to talk about – but their conversation does feel a little more stilted than usual. This restaurant doesn’t seem like the place to shoot the shit like usually, and Buck’s kind of intimidated by the wine menu they had to order from, and some of the ingredients in the food they had to google.

The portions are incredibly small but Buck didn’t want to complain or make fun of it, so he just feels like he’s been holding back all night.

He’s pretty sure Eddie feels the same way, but they haven’t talked about it, because this is their first date and it was meant to be perfect.

The sun is going down when they leave the restaurant, casting the road in front of it in a golden glow. They walked here from Eddie’s house – all nervous smiles and careful hand-holding – because it’s close enough and parking is a nightmare, so they’ll have to walk back too.

Buck isn’t sure what the rules are. His car is parked at Eddie’s, does he say goodnight and drive away? Does he kiss Eddie goodnight? Is Eddie gonna invite him inside, and if he does, what does that mean?

He hasn’t felt this unsure about what he’s allowed to do since…probably the lawsuit, and it’s unsettling. He’s way happier now, of course, the two situations aren’t really comparable, but it’s weird not knowing exactly how to act around Eddie.

“Hey, you okay?” Eddie asks when they start walking, bumping their shoulders together.

“Yeah,” Buck says too quickly, and Eddie raises his eyebrows at him.

“So you didn’t think that was awkward?”

Buck laughs in relief. “No, it really was.” He sobers up. “But why? I thought we’d just – keep being us.”

Eddie shrugs and his shoulder bumps Buck’s again. “I think we can. This just wasn’t really us, was it?”

“Guess not,” Buck mutters, feeling miserable. He wanted this date to be perfect, and now it wasn’t.

Eddie stops walking and reaches for Buck’s hand. “Buck.”

Buck squeezes his hand but doesn’t look at him. “Sorry. I just– This was our first date. It was supposed to be perfect.”

“Well, if it’s up to me, we have the rest of our lives left for perfect dates,” Eddie says, like that’s a normal thing to say. Buck almost gives himself whiplash from looking up at him too quickly, but Eddie’s just smiling a little bit. “And this one isn’t over yet, is it?”

“Eddie,” Buck says, and it comes out a little choked.

Eddie reaches up to cup his cheek, his smile growing into a grin. “I don’t know about you, but I’m still kind of hungry. Those portions were pretty small.”

Buck laughs, aware that this was Eddie’s goal all along. “They were so small.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, and his hand drops from Buck’s face, but the other one stays in Buck’s hand. “So let’s find something real to eat.”

“We can stop by that food truck on La Cienega, you know the one with the good tacos?”

“Oh, yeah, we haven’t been in way too long,” Eddie says, and he’s pulling Buck forward by the hand before Buck can do any of the things he suddenly really wants to do, like hug Eddie, or kiss him like there’s no one else on the street.

It’s probably for the best – this is still a first date, after all.

But it’s like a dam has broken. Outside of the restaurant, having acknowledged the awkwardness, and holding Eddie’s hand tightly, everything suddenly feels normal again. They can talk the way they always do whether they’re holding hands or not, and Buck feels a bit silly for his worrying. Of course they’re still them.

It only takes them five more minutes to get to the food truck, and another five for their tacos to be ready, and then they sit down on one of the small tables in front of it, their hands linked on top of it and legs tangled under it. Eating with one hand is a little bit of a challenge, but Buck is determined, and so is Eddie.

For a few minutes they eat in silence, just smiling at each other, and then Eddie knocks his ankle against Buck’s.

“This is better, huh?”

“So much,” Buck agrees. “I think I was so focused on making today special that– that I forgot to think about what would be perfect for us. I don’t need a fancy restaurant, I just want to be with you.”

Eddie lifts their linked hands and presses a kiss to Buck’s knuckles. “Me too. All I need is you and me exactly the way we’ve always been, except now I finally get to kiss you.”

Buck feels his face flush, pleased. “Sounds good to me.”

“Ready to go home, then?”

Buck nods, balling up his napkin and collecting their trash on his paper plate, still one-handed. “It’s our first date, ‘course I gotta walk you home.”

Eddie laughs. “I was counting on it.”

The sky above them is dark now, streetlights guiding their way home, and Eddie’s face looks just as beautiful in the artificial light as it did in the evening sun earlier. Buck keeps looking at him, and most of the time, he finds Eddie already looking back. And still, each time there’s a little flutter in his belly, a giddy little skip of his heart. He’s never felt this way before, and it’s impossible to keep the smile off his face.

It’s not far to Eddie’s house, and Buck follows Eddie’s lead all the way to the front porch, where he stops. Eddie turns around to face him, a curious tilt to his mouth.

“I had a really good time tonight,” Buck says, and the corners of Eddie’s mouth turn up into a smile. Buck finds it hard looking anywhere else.

“Me, too. But why are we standing out here?”

“So I can kiss you goodnight,” Buck says, eyes on the little scar that starts right below Eddie’s bottom lip. It’s been around 48 hours since he last kissed Eddie (first kissed him too, actually), and he really wants to do it again.

Eddie’s tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and Buck’s eyes flick up to meet his eyes for a moment, just to gauge his reaction.

Eddie pulls him closer by the hand and places his free hand on the back of Buck’s neck, murmuring, “Like I’m gonna say no to that.”

It’s all the permission Buck needs, and he closes the last of the space between them quickly. He can feel Eddie smiling against his mouth, and the flutter in his belly is back at full force. With an arm around his waist, he pulls Eddie as close as he can get and lets his tongue trace the path of the scar he was just staring at.

Eddie makes a small noise and opens his mouth, meeting Buck’s tongue hungrily. It takes Buck’s brain a minute to remember the fact he meant for this to be a chaste goodnight kiss, and he pulls back with difficulty.

When he opens his eyes, Eddie is looking at him with half-lidded eyes, and Buck immediately wants to kiss him again.

“Do you kiss all of your first dates like this?”

Buck nudges his cheek with his nose, pressing a featherlight kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Only you.” Eddie’s smile sets off sparks all over his insides, and he kisses him again, quickly this time. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Eddie says, his fingers carding through the hair at the back of Buck’s head. “Not that I didn’t enjoy this kiss goodnight, but you’re coming inside with me, right?”

And honestly, Buck kind of thought he’d be going back to his loft after this, considering this was their first date. But the way Eddie’s asking, and everything they’ve talked about since they left the restaurant, kind of makes him realize that none of that matters. They’re in love, they’re a family already, why should it matter that this was technically the first time they went out to dinner together and called it a date? They’ve done it without the name a million times already.

“Yeah,” he says, following Eddie to his familiar front door. “I’m coming with you.”

[katiagrim]

more wip words! any version of worry, angry, or sad?

😈😈😈 have all three

Worry:

“I’m crazy, aren’t I?” Tommy asks, the grin stretching his face belying any true worry.

Angry(/anger):

He deserves every ounce of anger Buck gives him and then some. There is no making this right.

Sad(/sadness):

So of course he knows that’s what he’s doing now. Focusing so much on the effect his death is going to have on Evan as a way to avoid looking at his own fear, anger, and sadness about dying.

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in