For the "No excuses" writing meme - Alex and Henry are alone in a small room and the door is stuck and refuses to open
[insert prompt here] – you post a prompt, and i’ll write three sentences based on that prompt, set in the same time/setting as my current project
I set this in the Doctor Who AU time/setting because why the fuck not:
"What do you mean it won't open?"
"I don't know what you think was unclear, exactly, but what I mean is that the bloody door won't open!" Henry tugs again, just in case, but it absolutely refuses to budge.
Christ, what he wouldn't give for a sonic screwdriver right about now.
Go to karaoke song? (either yours or, if you don't karaoke, pick a character and say what theirs is and why)
I couldn't do karaoke the one time I had the chance to (I was a little sick) but I would have done Love Story by Taylor Swift because my friend is a fan and it was also her bachelorette party lol. it's easier to get away with sounding bad at karaoke when you do songs everyone will sing along to! on a night I'm really feeling myself I'd probably go with "leave the pieces" by the wreckers.
if you get this and feel like it, answer with three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs! anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog <3
oh this is such a sweet idea, thanks friend!
hmm 3 random facts:
i'm a sensitive little crab aka. a cancerian 🦀
i'm a quasi-elite pole dancer (i say quasi because on a bad day i demote myself) - my favourite tricks are flips off the static pole but i'm a spin girlie at heart 💃
my coffee order is a strong oat milk latte or a long black/americano, depending on how much caffeine i need ☕️
tell me three facts about yourself! i'm intruiged!
We've seen Alex's reaction to Henry ghosting him, but what do you think Henry's reaction would be to Alex suddenly ghosting Henry?
Ooooh that is a good question.
I think it would depend of the timing ? If instead of the Lake House they were in London and Alex had left, I think Henry would have try to reach him at first but at some point would have given up and withdraw into himself. The romantic in me would like to think he fought for them like Alex did, but I don't think he would have at that point. He would have resign himself to be left alone once more.
That being said I don't think Alex is the ghosting kind because of his abandonment issues (at least in the book). But it would be a nice "what if" to explore.
Having a spectacularly shitty day, so if you're taking prompts, I'd love to read anything with one of the boys taking care of the other after a bad day..
I’m so sorry your day was so horrible. I’m also sorry I couldn’t write this straight away, but I still hope that it helps a bit now.
Not beta’d, because I wanted to post it as soon as possible.
Sending you love and positive vibes!
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Buddie - Hurt/Comfort - Pre-Relationship
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Buck feels wrecked as he opens the door to his apartment. His shoulders are tight, his jaw clenched, his chest aching. He’s trying to keep everything inside of him, tries to keep it from spilling over. He thinks that maybe one crack is enough to tear him wide open right now, so he just tries to go through the motions on autopilot in an attempt to hold himself together.
He’s so fixated on not breaking down that he doesn’t even realize the lights are on as he steps through the door. Doesn’t hear the quiet buzz of the television in the background. So fixated on nothing until Eddie steps into view and then he’s the only thing Buck can see. Like so very often.
“Eddie?” Buck asks, his bag slipping from his shoulder, falling onto the floor with a dull thud.
“Bobby called,” Eddie says softly, like that explains everything, though maybe it does?
It wouldn’t have taken a genius to see that Buck has had a rough shift - shifts without Eddie are never as fun but this one was particularly bad - so of course Bobby called Eddie and filled him in. Of course Eddie came over so Buck wouldn’t have to be alone. He can’t even be mad at Bobby, it’s not going behind his back, it’s having his back. And they always do.
Buck just nods, ducking his head as he looks at the floor. The air is a little bit more breathable when Eddie is around.
“What do you need?” Eddie asks.
Buck lets out a puff of air. Eddie doesn’t ask him if he’s okay, and it’s just one of the many reasons why Buck loves him. God, he loves him so much that sometimes it hurts. Right now though, everything hurts except his love for Eddie.
“I don’t know,” Buck answers truthfully, rubbing his hand over his arm absentmindedly. His arms feel weird somehow, like pins and needles but not really. Like it’s only in his mind. Maybe that’s just how arms feel when someone dies in them.
He knows that Eddie is aware of what happened, but Eddie doesn’t say it wasn’t Buck’s fault. Buck already knows, and that Eddie would never blame him either. But it doesn’t really matter right now. The outcome is still the same.
“Come here,” Eddie says, curling his hand around Buck’s elbow and leading him towards the couch. He grabs a bottle of water from the table on the way over, a bottle Eddie must have had at the ready for him.
He guides Buck down on the couch, puts the bottle in his hands.
“You need to drink,” he says, like he knows Buck hasn’t thought about hydrating in a few hours. The cap is already unscrewed and the gesture is so small yet so meaningful that Buck wants to cry.
As Buck brings the bottle to his lips, Eddie crouches down in front of him, untying Buck’s shoelaces.
“You don’t have to,” Buck says after swallowing down a few sips.
“I know,” Eddie says, but he continues anyway, slipping Buck’s shoes off for him and setting them down next to the couch.
When Buck is done drinking, Eddie takes the bottle and puts it on the coffee table before sitting down next to him in the corner of the couch. He has a blanket in his hands that Buck doesn’t know where he found it. Did Eddie come over here armed with blankets and support?
“C’mere,” Eddie says softly, opening up his arms for Buck to fit into.
Buck wants to say Eddie doesn’t need to do this, that Buck doesn’t need a babysitter, that Eddie doesn’t need to waste his time taking care of a full grown man. But Eddie offers so freely and Buck has no resistance left, so he tucks his legs up on the couch beside him and leans down, resting his head on Eddie’s chest and he breathes.
Eddie’s arms curl around Buck, draping the blanket over him as they do so and Buck’s eyes glance over at the tv. The sound is so low he can’t hear what’s being said, but he doesn’t care. It makes for just enough white noise that it can drown out the voices in his head for a bit. The tension in his shoulders starts to loosen a bit. Eddie’s protecting touch removes the weight on them.
“Do you want to talk?” Eddie asks, his hand on Buck’s arm, gently rubbing up and down, chasing away the pins and needles.
Buck takes a moment to think, allows himself to press the side of his face a little closer into the soft fabric of Eddie’s shirt. If he focuses, he can hear Eddie’s heartbeat over the soft hum of the television.
“You don’t have to,” Eddie reassures him, resting his head against Buck’s.
“I don’t know what to say,” Buck admits after a moment of silence in which Eddie doesn’t push. Doesn’t expect anything from Buck.
“That’s okay,” Eddie says, his hand coming up until his fingers can rest in Buck’s hair, scraping gently against his scalp. “We can just sit here.”
Buck nods against Eddie’s chest, grateful. Eddie smells like fabric softener and home.
“I’m here,” Eddie says, and it feels like everything. Eddie’s here if Buck wants to talk, or if he doesn’t want to talk. Eddie’s here to lean on, to allow Buck to feel how he feels, to hold him. Eddie is here for Buck, like he always is. Like they always are for each other.
Within the safety and warmth of Eddie’s arms, Buck feels protected and unjudged. He doesn’t have to pull himself together, doesn’t have to snap out of it. He is allowed to be himself, and it shouldn’t be a new realization because Eddie has always been that for him, but a sob escapes Buck’s throat anyway, unguarded, and Eddie pulls Buck a little closer to him.
Buck closes his eyes and presses his face into Eddie’s chest, his arms snaked around Eddie’s body. Tears are falling freely now, absorbed by Eddie’s shirt, his sobs hushed by the soft tones of Eddie’s voice against the top of Buck’s head.
Buck’s day is still awful, and all the bad things that happened still happened and even Eddie’s embrace can’t take that away.
But somehow having Eddie makes even the horrible days feel a little less horrible.
The thing is, Eddie's always known he had more than a passing interest in men.
The thing is, Eddie's always known he had more than a passing interest in men.
Just because he and Shannon got way serious before he really had a chance to explore that interest didn't mean that Eddie didn't have eyes.
It always kind of felt like there was a hole missing in the timeline of his life. A big black stormy spot in his history where he'd been sheltered in a life that he loved but didn't get to go outside and feel the air charged with electricity on his skin as he searched the sky for lightning bolts.
Coming to LA had felt like a fresh start in a similar story where he was sheltering in place from the storm with a new but familiar story.
Then he met Buck and it was like he was struck by lightning.
these dumbasses are SO NERVOUS and for WHAT. they’ve already been on dates and they just had no idea!!! but they’re at a fancy french restaurant that buck picked because he’s trying to WOO eddie dammit, and they don’t know what anything on the menu means and it’s just…it’s so much. but then the waiter brings the bread basket over and they both reach for the same piece at the same time and like it’s not that funny?? but they both laugh and break whatever nerves they had and decide to ditch and get tacos from the truck near eddie’s house instead. they walk on the beach and hold hands and talk and talk and talk and when they kiss it’s salty and spicy and so damn perfect
Woke Up Married, posted and ongoing as found and lost on ao3. Unfortunately I don’t think I’ve written anything new since the last time I posted a snippet (which was inconveniently the day I gave myself a concussion a month ago). But, it’s an AU in which Shannon died while Eddie was still deployed and he ended up coming home instead of going through the events of Eddie Begins, Buck is still in his lost phase not sure what to do with his life, and they meet in Vegas when Eddie goes for a friend’s bachelorette week and wind up married...what happens next is anyone’s guess.
