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[write-and-read-and-dream]

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@centaurs_core: IS ILYA ROZANOV OKAY??? WHO STOLE HIS PHONE @sensandcents: the hearts i am crying tears of actual blood this is so soft @puck_discourse: Ilya Rozanov using heart-eye emojis on the main timeline is the scariest thing to happen in the NHL this season. @hockey_tweets: "my husband" oh he is down atrocious someone check on him  

OR five times Ilya forgets how to behave in polite society because his husband is simply too amazing to handle and the one time Shane decides he's entirely done sharing.

[luna-azzurra]

Fake Dating Prompts!!

☆ "Hold my hand and look like you mean it. My entire family is watching."

☆ "We need to get our story straight before we walk in there."

☆ "You're a terrible fake partner. You're too convincing when you're being sweet."

☆ "I didn't expect you to remember my coffee order. That wasn't part of the deal."

☆ "Stop looking at me like that in public. People will think you actually like me."

☆ "This was supposed to be simple. Why does nothing with you stay simple."

☆ "You held my hand first tonight. I didn't ask you to. I noticed."

☆ "My mother loves you. This has gotten wildly out of hand."

☆ "The lines are blurring and I need you to help me find them again."

☆ "I've said I love you fourteen times this weekend and meant it more each time. Problem."

☆ "You remembered the thing I said three weeks ago. Fake partners don't do that."

☆ "When does the act end and the real thing start. Asking for logistical reasons."

☆ "I convinced everyone we were in love. I forgot to convince myself it wasn't real."

☆ "Stop being so good at this. It's making everything very complicated for me."

☆ "We shake hands to end the deal. Neither of us is moving."

[luna-azzurra]

Fake Dating Prompts!!

☆ "Hold my hand and look like you mean it. My entire family is watching."

☆ "We need to get our story straight before we walk in there."

☆ "You're a terrible fake partner. You're too convincing when you're being sweet."

☆ "I didn't expect you to remember my coffee order. That wasn't part of the deal."

☆ "Stop looking at me like that in public. People will think you actually like me."

☆ "This was supposed to be simple. Why does nothing with you stay simple."

☆ "You held my hand first tonight. I didn't ask you to. I noticed."

☆ "My mother loves you. This has gotten wildly out of hand."

☆ "The lines are blurring and I need you to help me find them again."

☆ "I've said I love you fourteen times this weekend and meant it more each time. Problem."

☆ "You remembered the thing I said three weeks ago. Fake partners don't do that."

☆ "When does the act end and the real thing start. Asking for logistical reasons."

☆ "I convinced everyone we were in love. I forgot to convince myself it wasn't real."

☆ "Stop being so good at this. It's making everything very complicated for me."

☆ "We shake hands to end the deal. Neither of us is moving."

[write-and-read-and-dream]

It’s not a whisper, not exactly. It’s just… matter-of-fact. Like saying it out loud isn’t the hard part. Like waiting for a reaction is.

The words drop between them, sudden and small, but precise.

Eddie blinks, caught mid-step.

“What?”

Buck searches his face. Something subtle shifts behind his eyes. “Wait… you didn’t know?”

There’s no accusation in it. Just confusion. Like it never occurred to him that Eddie wouldn’t know.

Eddie stares, his brain a beat behind his body. “No, I—I didn’t.”

OR

Buck is trans and out. So out, that most people don't think about it anymore. So when Eddie joins the 118, no one mentions it. The question is, how long will it be, until Eddie finds out?

finished and will be updated daily

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66575179/chapters/171727090

[luna-azzurra]

Writing Tips for messy Writers #1 <3

[write-and-read-and-dream]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/73723596

Eddie doesn't know that Buck speaks Spanish so that's why he felt perfectly okay to tell Abuela over the phone just how much he loved Buck and wanted to marry him even before they had gotten together because he was a coward and thought Buck didn't understand.

[write-and-read-and-dream]

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Buck and Eddie decide to go away just the two of them for the long weekend but what they don't realise is that the AirB&B they booked is actually just one big sex cabin meant for people to be able to get their freak on in a nice, quiet place where no one can hear them scream.

[write-and-read-and-dream]

“Oh, no,” she said. “We are not doing this.”

“Doing what?” he asked, as though there weren’t a dozen witnesses—nurses choked up on giggles behind the curtain, Chim wheezing into his elbow near the door, Eddie leaning in with that particular brand of amused incredulity. “I’m just telling the truth.” He jabbed her nose again, lighter this time, a soft little tap, then whispered conspiratorially, “Boop.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/70174571

[write-and-read-and-dream]

“Mr. Buckley?” A crisp voice, professional and bright. “This is Sara from Hormel Foods. We’d like to discuss licensing your resealable bacon packaging patent.”

Buck blinked. He was halfway between the sink and the counter, holding an only-mostly-clean dish towel in one hand like a flag of truce. His brain did a little stutter-step, then fell directly through a trapdoor.

“My what?”

“Your patent,” Sara said smoothly, as if this conversation happened every day (maybe it did, in her world). “Approved three weeks ago.”

“Approved,” he repeated, like a child testing a new word. The towel slipped out of his fingers and landed on the floor with a soft thud. “My patent is… approved?”

“Yes,” she said, still crisp. “Mr. Buckley, do you have a few minutes? Our legal team is prepared to make an offer for licensing rights in select categories. We—”

OR

Buck becomes a multimillionaire overnight thanks to ADHD and spite because he really really really hates not resealable bacon packaging

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[write-and-read-and-dream]

“Alright,” Eddie said. “He’s got snacks, water, his meds, and you have my entire trust in you. Don’t make me regret it.”

Buck mock-saluted. “Sir, yes sir.”

Eddie gave him a look that almost—almost—held a grin. “You might want to text your boyfriend.”

Buck blinked. “My…?”

“You know. The very patient man who hasn’t been scared off by your commitment issues.”

Buck flushed. “I don’t have commitment issues.”

“Sure you don’t.”

Christopher looked between them with exaggerated eye-roll energy. “Are you guys gonna argue the whole day or can we go get funnel cake now?”

Eddie checked his watch. “Tommy’s got the morning off, right? Take Chris to the pier. Go outside. Remember what sun feels like.”

OR

Buck, Chris and Tommy are at the pier when the tsunami hits

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[write-and-read-and-dream]

Buck is the adopted son of feared mob boss Bobby Nash. His dad gave him an assignment: convince the son of his biggest rival to join their side.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67367686

[write-and-read-and-dream]

It’s not a whisper, not exactly. It’s just… matter-of-fact. Like saying it out loud isn’t the hard part. Like waiting for a reaction is.

The words drop between them, sudden and small, but precise.

Eddie blinks, caught mid-step.

“What?”

Buck searches his face. Something subtle shifts behind his eyes. “Wait… you didn’t know?”

There’s no accusation in it. Just confusion. Like it never occurred to him that Eddie wouldn’t know.

Eddie stares, his brain a beat behind his body. “No, I—I didn’t.”

OR

Buck is trans and out. So out, that most people don't think about it anymore. So when Eddie joins the 118, no one mentions it. The question is, how long will it be, until Eddie finds out?

finished and will be updated daily

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66575179/chapters/171727090

[write-and-read-and-dream]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65697409/chapters/169182952

a collection of oneshots, so every chapter can be read as a standalone for the "established buddie, navy seal buck or army medic eddie, coming home suprise" trope.

[write-and-read-and-dream]

Later that night, in Nathan’s penthouse, everything came to a head. The trio’s chemistry, long simmering beneath the surface, exploded into something deeper, darker. Nathan led with confidence, orchestrating every moment, every touch. Logan, ever the commanding force in business, found himself submitting to Nathan’s control, surrendering in a way that was both surprising and thrilling. Mia, too, surrendered—not just to the moment, but to the trust that had been built between them, the understanding that they were all playing their parts in a game that went beyond power and control. By the morning light, when the city began to wake, the foundation had been laid for something neither of them could have anticipated. Trust. Mutual respect. The intoxicating push-pull of dominance and submission that would shape the coming year. And it all started with a glance, a challenge, and the unspoken understanding that sometimes, the greatest strength lies in knowing when to bend.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63164260

[write-and-read-and-dream]

“Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” Charlie stirred at the sound of Nick's voice, his eyes fluttering open. At first, they were clouded with sleep, but as soon as he saw Nick's grin, the warmth of it washed over him, and his heart skipped a beat. A sleepy smile spread across Charlie’s face, and without a second thought, he reached up, his fingers threading through Nick's messy curls and pulling him down into a deeper kiss. Their lips met, soft at first, a tender greeting as they shared the moment of waking up together for the first time as a couple. But as soon as their mouths connected, the kiss deepened, soft sighs escaping both of them. Nick’s hand cupped Charlie’s jaw, tilting his head just enough to let their kiss grow more urgent, more needy, like they couldn’t get enough of each other. The sensation of their lips sliding together felt electric, sending warmth flooding through both of them. “Happy Valentine’s Day to you too,” Charlie murmured

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63057232

[write-and-read-and-dream]

Behind them, Tara followed at a more measured pace, her presence calm and grounding. She gave Isaac a warm smile, her soft brown curls bouncing as she leaned in for a quick hug. “Ignore them,” she said with a playful roll of her eyes. “They’ve been like this all day. Just excited.” Isaac chuckled, stepping back to take in their dynamic entrance. “This place looks amazing, as always,” Tara added, gesturing to the stage and the carefully curated atmosphere. “Thanks,” Isaac replied, his smile widening. “Are you both performing tonight?” “Oh, you bet we are,” Darcy said, already making a beeline for the sign-up sheet at the counter. “I’ve got a killer spoken-word piece that’s going to leave everyone in stitches. It’s bold. It’s dramatic. It’s—” “Very Darcy,” Tara interjected with a grin.

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