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@118dailydrabble Day 71: Blindside

Buck/Eddie || Rated: G || Tags: 8b spoilers, had to be done

He knows it’s coming.  The date is on the calendar.  Circled in a sad, drab brown with a sad, crooked face drawn next to it.

But he’s still blindsided by it.  By the feeling – feelings – crashing through him.  Pain.  Despair.  Desperation.  The ragged, grasping wrongness of Eddie walking away from him towards a U-Haul that doesn’t have any of Buck’s things in it.  The lingering heat of Eddie’s hands and bare arms soaking through Buck’s rain-damp shirt because of course it’s raining.  Why wouldn’t it be raining today of all days when most of their lives are sun-drenched.

Stay, please god stay, Buck thinks and cannot say because he cannot ask that of Eddie. Not yet.

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@118dailydrabble for day 67 prompt mustache 〰️ rated: g 〰️ pair: buck/eddie 〰️ tags: au, established buddie

They were spooning. Eddie was giving Buck some affection before they had to get up—little squeezes, kisses and nuzzles.

Buck shuddered in his arms.

Eddie paused. He kissed Buck’s neck very gently, and it happened again. He was almost convulsing.

“What’s going on?” Eddie muttered, amused. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah?” Buck said.

But when Eddie kissed right behind his ear, his shoulders lifted. He suddenly jerked, letting out the wildest giggle Eddie had ever heard.

He sounded like a chipmunk that had been shot.

“Baby,” Eddie said, laughing. “Dios mio.”

“Your mustache,” Buck whined as Eddie tightened his hold, but didn't try to squirm away. “Feels like I’m going through a carwash.”

“Hope it’s at least a sexy carwash.”

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day 71 of the @118dailydrabble word: blindside | pairing: buck & maddie (eddie haunting the narrative tho) | rating: g

"I'm— mad," Buck admits. His gut twists, as soon as he voices it.

Across the table, Maddie watches him with careful eyes. "Because he's leaving?" She prompts gently.

Buck shakes his head. "No. No, I could never be mad about— it's Christopher. He comes first, he always comes first. And Eddie would do anything for him. It's not— I just feel..."

"Blindsided?" Maddie suggests.

Blindsided, Buck thinks. He's never felt that from Eddie before. But — it is exactly how he feels. His stomach churns again.

"Yeah," Buck exhales, heavily. His shoulders sag. "We— we're partners, Maddie," he says. "We're best friends. There's no— we don't keep secrets."

Maddie's hand reaches out to take one of his. "Oh, Evan."

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For @118dailydrabble, word 71: Blindside (Old Evan Buckley, Tw: Character Death)

Sometimes, it's the most random thing. A smell. A picture. A taste.

Or a song.

Buck is reading when it happens. When the familiar tune and lyrics make him perk up and freeze.

But I know time left its scars Never change, oh my god, you were so caught up in your ways You came for my cautious heart Never bolt (ooh-ooh) from the blue (ooh-ooh) No one ever hit me harder than you

He listens. And cries. It hurts.

Arms wrap around him. "Oh Dad," Nina says quietly. "The song?"

Buck nods. Sniffs. "Blindside. I used to listen to it when ... when we were broken up. I miss him so much."

"I know. I miss him too."

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blindside

@118dailydrabble, day 71. bucktommy, rated G.

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Tommy is laughing at Evan's corny joke when the van blindsides them, smacking into the driver's door with enough force to send them spinning across the intersection.

Tommy's head cracks against the window, hard enough that he'll almost certainly have a concussion, but his first thought when the Jeep eventually rocks to a stop is Evan.

He fights through the nausea roiling in his stomach as he turns, reaching out for him.

"Evan!" he says, or at least he thinks he does; either way Evan is unresponsive and fear starts rising in Tommy's throat at the sheer amount of blood.

"Don't you dare," Tommy mutters through a choked sob as he pulls out his phone and dials 911.

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118 daily drabble (day 71; blindside)

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As a general rule, Tommy doesn't like to be blindsided, especially not when he's climbing out of a chopper.

"Okay, don't get mad," Evan calls out, a 40lb black dog in his arms. "His name's Ranger. He has three legs but he can walk, he just likes being held like a baby."

Tommy raises his eyebrows as Evan approaches.

"He wouldn't leave me at this call! He's like an outdoor cat. Everyone feeds him but does anyone love him?"

Tommy looks at Ranger, then Evan. "Do I need to stop at—"

Evan sighs happily. "Already got everything. Kiss your dog-son."

Tommy kisses Evan's birthmark. "No." 

Ranger licks his face anyway; the three of them were meant to be.

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Blindside

@118dailydrabble, day 71

more gay virgin tommy

They're toweling off post-sparring when Tommy says, “Listen… I'm going to break up with Evan tonight.” Eddie's face finds an odd midpoint between blindsided and impassive. “He might need a friend.”

“Is this the thing Buck won't tell me about?”

“What did he say?”

“You didn't trust him with something and won't let him fix it.”

“There's nothing to fix.” Eddie hums. “If I'm too closed off, and he can't read my mind… it's just a bad fit.” Eddie raises his eyebrows. “...He's the first man I slept with, and I didn't tell him.”

“...Wow. Okay, yeah, I get it.”

“So you agree.”

“Oh, no, you're an idiot,” Eddie says cheerfully. “Grab some water, Tommy. We're gonna talk.”

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118 daily drabble - word #70 ‘Kitchen’

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Notes: established relationship, original Buckley-Kinard child

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Buck pads gently into the kitchen.

Tommy is at the kitchen side, cutting a strawberry into small pieces. Buck slides his arms around his waist and hooks his chin over Tommy’s shoulder.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping in.”

“Mmmm I know, but how can I when my two favourite people are out here?”

He feels Tommy’s smile against his cheek, turns into a gentle laugh at the sound of impatient squawking and tiny hands banging against a high chair tray.

“You’ll have to let me go and give her these, otherwise you might loose favourite Dad privileges.”

“Not a chance,” he tightens his arms around Tommy’s waist, turns them both to face their little girl.

“We’ll go together.”

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100 days of henren - day 70: kitchen

AN ~ for @118dailydrabble hiatus challenge <3 shameless domestic henren fluff

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Hen and Karen do their best to keep their sleep schedules stable, but sometimes, a body's got to do what a body's got to do. That said, Hen can imagine worse ways to wake up than to the smell of french toast, and the sound of her wife softly singing to the warbling radio. In one of her old LAFD tees, no less. How is she meant to resist padding across the kitchen, wrapping her arms around Karen's waist, and breathing her in.

“I am the luckiest woman on Earth,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to Karen's shoulder. “Did you know that?”

Karen laughs warmly, and turns to kiss her back. “I didn't do so bad either.”

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@118dailydrabble for day 66 prompt find ❤︎ rated: t ❤︎ pair: buck/tommy ❤︎

Buck planned to surprise Tommy with a romantic homemade dinner for Valentine’s Day.

He slipped into Tommy’s LAFD hoodie before he started setting up his mis en place. It smelled like Tommy and felt as close to being wrapped in his hug as could be.

Once prep was done and decorations were up, Buck tried on the lacey red briefs and scrutinized himself in the mirror. He hoped Tommy would like them.

Buck laid on Tommy’s bed. Only meant to stay there for a minute. He turned onto his stomach, wriggling a little as he imagined Tommy peeling them off with his teeth.

That was how Tommy found him later, fast asleep, dumb smile still on his face.

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phobia

day 69 of @118dailydrabble word: phobia | Gen: Buckley Siblings, Buddie and Madney | rating: G, baby gift

Eddie plops a gift bag in front of Maddie and Jee Yun.

“Can I open it, mommy?”

“Of course—but remember, it’s for the baby.”

Jee gives a serious nod before tearing into the gift bag.

“A stuffie!” She holds up a stuffed crow. “It’s so soft.”

“You’re kidding me.” Chimney shakes his head. “No way. Not giving this to my child.”

“Why not?” Eddie asks, even though he knows exactly why.

“He’s ornithophobic,” Buck states, matter of fact.

“I don’t have a phobia—my fear of crows is perfectly rational.” Chimney’s eyes narrow at Buck and he points his finger at Eddie’s chest. “You did this on purpose.”

Buck and Eddie exchange shit-eating grins.

“We would never.”

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@118dailydrabble Day 70: Kitchen

Buck/Eddie || Rated: G || Tags: now I'm hungry

In hindsight, Eddie should have seen falling in love in a kitchen coming.

Some of his best memories settle in the warm light of a yellow-walled kitchen, standing at abuela’s hip, trying to learn her recipe for picadillo because she’d never written it down and told him he shouldn’t bother.

“Lo sé de memoria,” she’d repeat, smiling.

Now, Buck subscribes to Así se Cocina en el Rancho and keeps bay leaf, black pepper corn, and dried chilies stocked in the cabinets. He asks Eddie to taste the Birria he’s making for the first time. Buck laughs when spicy, aromatic juices from the tender meat drip down Eddie's chin and Eddie's heart cracks open so wide it encompasses everything.

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@118dailydrabble for day 65 prompt brawl ⁠❥ rated: e ⁠❥ pair: buck/tommy, pre-polyfire ⁠❥ tags: accidental auditory voyeurism

Eddie let himself into the loft. He had beer and takeout. He was about to announce his presence when he heard something. The harsh slap of skin on skin. Yelling. Like some sort of brawl was going down.

It sounded like Buck was being hurt—was he being attacked? Heart pumping, Eddie almost started sprinting for the staircase when one word stopped him.

“Tommy!”

Oh.

Oh no.

Buck wasn’t in danger. He was moaning. Whimpering. In pleasure. He was…

“There, yeah… mm!”

Getting fucked.

Really well, apparently.

Tommy chuckled, his murmured response intimate and indecipherable.

Sweat trickled down Eddie’s temple. He swallowed audibly.

Wait, why wasn’t he leaving?

He needed to get out immediately, but instead stood there, frozen.

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118 daily drabble (day 69; phobia)

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notes: established bucktommy

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"You're making cute noises."

Buck peeks over his laptop at Tommy. They're on opposite sides of Tommy's couch, each of them with their back against one of the arms. Their feet meet in the middle, sometimes brushing against an ankle or calf. 

"Your little I'm learning something noises. What are you reading about?"

Buck grimaces. "I looked up fear of being abandoned and it said, though not officially a phobia…" 

Tommy seems confused.

"Because it's not irrational," Buck explains.

Tommy reaches out. "Get over here. I'm reading to you about the history of submarines."

Buck hesitates, then rushes to settle between Tommy's legs. He makes another cute learning noise, then closes his eyes as Tommy laughs against him. 

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Kitchen

@118dailydrabble, day 70

Evan ambushes him in the kitchen with “I've been thinking about what you told me the other day, and I… I really do think you should go to therapy.”

“Interesting how you listen to every word but ‘no,’” Tommy fires back. He exhales slowly. “Sorry.”

“It's okay.”

Tommy scrubs a hand over his face. “I don't think I can stay for breakfast after all. Need to get going.”

“I know,” Evan says. “Coffee and muffin are on the counter.”

Tommy stares at the travel mug and pastry, readied for his escape. He goes to Evan and kisses him hard.

“I love you,” Tommy manages.

“I know.”

“Banana nut?”

Evan smiles, brushing his fingers through Tommy's hair. “Of course.”

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For @118dailydrabble, word 70: Kitchen

Eddie stares at Buck's naked butt, speechless.

"Oh. Hey, Eddie. Hey, Chris. There's lasagna in the kitchen if you're hungry," Buck mutters sleepily. Tommy, wrapped in the blanket, doesn't even wake up.

"Wow," Chris says dryly. "Congrats, I guess."

"When I told you to water my plants while I'm in Texas, I didn't think you would hear reconnect with your boyfriend in my bed, Buck," Eddie says later when they're alone.

Buck shrugs. "But yours is so much bigger and comfier. Also, I didn't see this coming either. Tommy appeared here to give a key back and expected to see you. I just pulled him into the house. It was instinct."

Eddie sighs. "Well. I'm happy for you."

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Sink

[@118dailydrabble day 58] [part of antarct-fic | bucktommy | 118 words] [continued from this]

They're coming in hot, or maybe too cold, working only with whatever kinetic energy remained in the rotors when the clutch faltered and Tommy's done this before, many times, but the circumstances make all the difference.

Evan is silent beside him and Tommy aches to look at him, to reassure him, but there's no time.

He rolls the helo into the turn, gets them parallel to the sastrugi to reduce the chances those icy ridges snap off the landing gear. He scans for crevasses, adjusts for crosswinds, crosschecks altitude, trim, rotor rpm, airspeed, over, and over, and over, and over again.

Skids sink into the snow.

Tommy, finally, breathes.

The clutch re-engages. Metal screeches and tears above them.