#‘christopher misses you’ okay that’s insane

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Weekly Recap | December 30th 2024-January 5th 2025

Welcome to 2025 everybody!! The year of #BuddieCanon!!!

Started working on my favourite fics of 2024 rec, I'm hoping to post it in the next week! And when I'm looking back, I always end up distracted on the way, which is the reason for the ungodly amount of re-read fics in this rec 😅

Little bit unconventional but I'm gonna rec some meta! The Buddie Vers-Switch Theory: a Meta-Analysis is really interesting!

Complete

just like coming home by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (S7, First Kiss | 1,5K | Teen): Buck and Eddie go on their first date. Eddie wears the 'good cologne.' 

when the clock strikes midnight by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (Post-S8 Spec, Christmas | 4K | Teen): Future Buck looked at his watch, then at the clock on the wall, then back to him. “In about five minutes, Eddie’s gonna try to kiss you.” Buck’s heart skipped a beat, his throat drying from back to front. He wetted his lips in instinct. “What?” “And I’m gonna need you to kiss him back.” OR: on christmas night, buck is visited by what seems like the ghost of christmas future. he has a very particular request (that he cannot refuse). 

every corner of this house is haunted by justhockey (NYE, Chris comes back from Texas, Getting Together | 4K | General): And now that love is everywhere, is in everything. It’s worn so deeply into the grooves of his skin that it’s changed the very structure of his fingerprint - is burrowed so deep inside of him that it has rewritten his DNA. His love for Eddie and for Christopher is carved into his bones - etched onto his heart like an epitaph: love lived here. Love left here.

Next in line by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (Getting Together, Post-S6 | 6K | Explicit): “Hold on,” he muttered, putting his finger up and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “So you’ve been dating this man for six months, b-” Buck cut him off. “Yes.” “But,” Eddie continued, “he’s not your boyfriend?” “N-No.” Eddie’s frown deepened. He tried to keep it in; he really did. “Okay, well, does he want you or not? Because he’s holding up the fucking line!”

Let me give you my life by paleredheadinascifi (Post-S8S6: Confessions, Getting Together | 6K | Teen): “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I am. Fuck. I am freaking out,” he agrees, lifting his head to look at Buck helplessly. “You’re in my lap.” “I’m so extremely aware of that. You’re not wearing any pants,” Buck adds. A smile tugs at the corner of Eddie’s mouth. “I am also very aware of that.” Or, another take on what happened after the couch scene. Eddie *wants*. They're both brave about it.

a lighthouse in the fog by greenbergsays/ @greenbergsays (BT Break-Up, First Kiss | 7K | Teen): The one where Buck wakes up after surgery and realizes that Tommy doesn't meet his emotional needs. The break-up doesn't go quite like he expected.

It Still Gets Cold in Texas by jukoist/ @beforejuko (Post-S8A, Eddie moves to El Paso, Outsider POV, Getting Together | 9K | Mature): Cara Alvarez of the El Paso Fire Department knows exactly two things about her new coworker Eddie Diaz. One: Diaz has a husband named 'Buck', who he left back in LA. Two: Diaz is Extremely Annoying about how much he misses his husband, the aforementioned 'Buck'. Or; Eddie moves to El Paso, and his new coworkers come to certain assumptions. Eddie... does not correct these assumptions.

🔥 If Only In My Dreams by songbvrd/ @songbvrd (Post-S8A, Eddie goes to El Paso, Christmas, Getting Together | 9K | General): Evan Buckley had never been good at knowing when to let go of things. So when Eddie Diaz told him on a chilly Friday afternoon that he had put his house on the market and started packing, Buck told himself that this time, he wasn't going to cling to someone trying to leave him behind. This time, Buck would understand what rejection looked like, and he would let someone he loved walk away with dignity. OR Eddie moves to El Paso a month before Christmas. Buck goes a little bit insane about it.

see both sides by snorlaxer (Post-S7, Mind-reading | 9K | Teen): When Buck overlooks a small injury to the head during one of his shifts, it turns out to be a very big problem once he starts hearing the internal voices of everyone he walks by, including his best friend, who seems to be undergoing a silent life-crisis. As Buck listens more and more to the thoughts that surround him, he becomes increasingly more confused with his own. OR Buck can hear other people's thoughts, and Eddie's are everything and nothing like he expected.

Wherever you find love (make it last all year) by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Canon Divergent, Christmas | 12K | Mature): Buck first met Eddie on Christmas. This is the story of seven Christmases they spend together.

🔥 i can't see you (the light is in my face) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S8A, Eddie goes to Texas, Eddie Sexuality Crisis | 15K | Explicit): "Have you even tried making friends?" "God, Abuela, what am I in kindergarten again?" "No, you were much more outgoing in kindergarten. Made friends with the whole class. Teachers too. Now, your only friend is an old lady. If you're really moving here, Eddie, you need to make some friends. You can't just rely on me and Christopher to keep you company." "I know. I know. I think I'm just scared to put roots down. It doesn't feel real yet, you know? Every time I wake up, I keep waiting to see my ceiling from home, walk past Christopher's room on the way to the kitchen, find Buck in the kitchen making pancakes. I don't think I want it to feel real. Plus," he adds with a brittle grin, "the last time I made a new friend, Buck almost broken my ankle." And then slept with said friend, he thinks. "I'm not convinced he couldn't give me a bloody nose from eight-hundred miles away just by thinking real hard." (OR: eddie makes a new friend, she makes some assumptions, eddie spirals about it in his patented life-ruining way)

🔥 all the ashes I've earned by greenbergsays/ @greenbergsays (Post-S8E8: Wannabes, Near Death Experiences | 22K | Teen): A horn blares. Buck looks in time to see the truck barreling right for him. Something a lot like relief washes over him. Good, he thinks. At least now he doesn’t have to watch Eddie walk away. -- OR: Spiraling about Eddie's announcement, Buck gets into a car accident and falls into another coma. This is Eddie in the aftermath.

🔥 wake up, boy, you're far from home by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S8A, Christmas, Eddie Sexuality Crisis, Getting Together | 23K | Explicit): Eddie is miserable in El Paso, having seemingly made things worse. Buck is miserable in Los Angeles, without him. When Buck agrees to go home to Hershey for the holidays, everything implodes.

WIP

🔥 Finding Mr Christmas by JJK/@trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Canon Divergent, Reality TV, Christmas | 9/11 | 52K | Teen): "Welcome to Finding Mr Christmas! You’re all here chasing the same dream, to star in a Hallmark Christmas movie, and over the next few weeks we’re going to be putting you through your paces to see which of you has the most star quality and that ‘it’ factor that makes you shine above the rest." 🎄🎄🎄 An AU where Buck and Eddie meet as contestants on Hallmark's Finding Mr Christmas competition (and fall for each other).

🔥 Cadence by Nejinee/ @nejineeee (Future fic, Getting Together | 1/2 | 6K | Explicit): When the credits finally finished rolling and Buck was left in the shrouded silence of Eddie’s house, he sighed. He turned his head slightly, feeling Eddie’s unbelievably soft hair brush against his cheek. Eddie’s cologne was all but gone after a day like today. Eventually, he’d need to shower and get ready for bed. Buck wanted to wait a moment; he wanted to sit in this silence a little longer.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 141/? | 454K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 Gentle On My Mind by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Buck/Eddie/Shannon | 10/? | 63K | Explicit): In which Shannon lives, tells a lie, and sends hers, Eddie's, and Buck's lives down a very different path.

Podfic

[podfic] and we can stay all day by be_brave13/ @djemsowhat // fic by trippedandfell/ @trippedandfell (Zoologist Buck AU | 20-30min | Teen): “So let me get this straight,” Hen says, once she’s stopped laughing at him. “Your nerd crush-” “-Evan Buckley,” Eddie miserably interjects. “Your nerd crush,” Hen repeats, waggling her eyebrows. At the kitchen table beside her, Chimney is grinning like Christmas just came early. “Read your drunk tweet and then sent you animal facts via DM?” or: Buck's a zoologist. Eddie's pretty sure he's in love. (Part 1 of zoologist buck)

[Podfic] What's love got to do with it? by Pretzel26 // fic by ColorMeParanoid/ @color-me-paranoid (Platonic Boyfriends to Lovers | 1/30 | 10-20min | Mature): "Hear me out," Buck said. "Clearly, both of us are sick of dating other people. And we're a good fit, in pretty much every way that matters. So what if we're not in love? We don't need to be in love to be happy together." Eddie frowned. "So basically, we'd be boyfriends, without benefits?" "Yes!" Buck snapped his fingers. "Like platonic boyfriends! We'd get all the benefits of a relationship and none of the heartbreak." And maybe Eddie had finally lost his mind, or maybe it was from all the alcohol clouding his judgment, but the idea of it didn't sound half as crazy as it should have. *** After Buck’s and Eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. If there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. And who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?

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🔥what if i can't have us by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (Post-S7E5, Getting Together, Sexuality Crisis | 47K Explicit): In which Eddie is dating Marisol; Buck's dating Tommy, and Eddie has feelings about that, which he simply does. not. understand.

🔥 The Heart Opening Sequence by Leslie_Knope (Post-S3, Getting Together | 34K | Mature): Eddie’s handsome, that’s obvious, Buck clocked that the second he met him. Part of him still can’t really believe that the guy he was so threatened by at first ended up as his closest friend, which is why these weird twinges are so unsettling. Buck isn’t sure if they’re real, for one, these odd flashes of what it would be like to lean over and kiss Eddie while they’re watching a movie or brush a hand over his back while they’re in the kitchen. And for two, it’s so far out of the realm of possibility that it’s barely worth thinking about.

🔥 drink the river dry by Rianne/ @rianneeyre (Post Shooting, Getting Together | 32K | Explicit): It wasn’t until they were discussing his discharge paperwork and painkiller schedules that it really sunk in for Eddie that Buck would be staying with him and Christopher. That he would be around 24/7 except for his shifts at work. That he’ll sleep on the couch, where he’s been sleeping for days now to look after Christopher. The worst part is that it’s necessary—Eddie isn’t going to be able to do a damn thing for himself for the next couple of weeks. He’s lucky if he can put a shirt on by himself a month from now. Yeah, that’s going to be a problem. Or: Eddie gets shot, breaks up with his girlfriend, and pines like there’s no tomorrow.

🔥Plus or Minus by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (S5 | 10K | General): “Why are you cleaning out the kitchen? Why is my stuff in boxes?” Eddie slows, then stops. “Figured you’d want it back.” It’s quieter. Pained. When he says it. “I haven’t decided anything. So unless you’re kicking me out—” “Buck. Come on.” He’s not angry or snapping. It’s still quiet, and somehow that hurts even more. He’s resigned and defeated, and Buck is a scooped out, gutted, hollow shell. “I know how this ends the same way you do. You want to be loved, you want to be married. You’re going to leave. Might as well…” His voice cracks before he can finish and get it under control. “Shouldn’t drag it out.” ~ Taylor is offered a job across the country and asks Buck to go with her. Buck has to figure out if he wants to start over or if he has a reason to stay right where he is.

🔥 The Pain Will Leave You Once It's Done Teaching You by fruitsdoesnotknow (Canon Divergent, Daniel Lives-kinda | 40K | Mature): “Hi, I’m Buck, a firefighter with the 136,” for now, the thought crashes through Buck, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. “Uh, you’re both welcome to take a tour with us, if you’d like.” Buck awkwardly scratches at his neck, running a hand through his hair, unsure what else to do, and it spurs the man in front of him to take a large step forward up to Buck’s bed. “Eddie,” he says, thrusting a hand to him, and Buck reaches over without a second thought. His whole palm feels electric, it smarts and carries the touch of Eddie, Eddie, that Buck feels it completely. He has no idea what’s happening to him. “Edmundo Diaz, but just Eddie though, uh, no one calls me Edmundo. Right. I’m a new nurse here, at Cedars-Senai. Oh –” *** When Daniel Buckley lives a little longer, Evan Buckley dies a little more. And this is how Eddie Diaz saves him, a little later on.

i find you in everything (but its here you find yourself) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): Buck takes another sig of beer, "she left." "Sorry, man, I know you liked her. Guess where most people are scared of death, a death doula is scared of life." "Wow, that's actually pretty poignant," Buck says. "Didn't know you had it in you." Eddie just rolls his eyes. "Its weird, though, her being scared off by a donor baby." Eddie frowns over at him. "Chris didn't freak her out?"

and if someone asked me if I love you (I'd lie) by forgetmyname/ @kingmieczyslaw (Crack | 10K | Explicit): Eddie has a concussion. Suddenly he can't lie. It would be fine if he wasn't trying his best to not confess his undying love for Buck.

🔥 the kiss that lingers by greenbergsays/ @greenbergsays (Getting Together | 10K | Explicit): 5 times Eddie kisses Buck's birthmark & 1 time he doesn't.

🔥I'm Hearing Secret Harmonies by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Canon Divergent, Witch Eddie, Coffeshop AU | 18K | Teen): When the firefighter walks into Eddie's coffeeshop, Eddie immediately knows two things about him: he's not human, and he's the love of Eddie's life. Oh, he knows a bunch of other things too, obviously. He's about thirty, a few months younger than Eddie himself. He has a scar on his throat, like he got stabbed there, and one of his legs has some metal rods in it that must have come from a bad injury. The guy doesn't know he's not human, which is a tricky thing to figure out, but Eddie's almost positive. Most of the non-humans he knows have always known they aren't people, but there are exceptions, and they tend to carry themselves differently. The firefighter moves like he knows he doesn't belong, but not like he knows why. Like he's afraid of taking up space, afraid of being noticed. As if Eddie is even capable of not noticing him.

you are so gorgeous it makes me so mad by bellabrady (Post-S6, Getting Together | 5K | Not Rated): Or: Eddie is annoyed with Buck for being so very kissable but his drunk self isn't the best at phrasing things.

🔥 This May Be Practice, But I'm an Experienced Idiot by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Fake Dating, kinda, Getting Together | 10K | Teen): Buck overhears a conversation between Eddie, Hen, and Chim and misunderstands it all. Or, the one where Buck thinks Eddie’s only asked him on a date for practice.

[isa-grapes]

why is there a domestic dispute happening in my local grocery store

[facioleeknow]

The art of pleasure ch.7

Docility ° Seungmin

When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?

Genre: College AU, Smut 18+ ONLY wc:2.1k

Warnings: fraternity skz, experienced seungmin, inexperienced reader, public sex, talk of kinks, spitting, rough sex, pussy slaps, degradation (slightly), name calling, spitting, sort of public nudity, talks of safe word, dom! minnie, titty sucking, squirting

A/N: sorry for the delay guys, I hope you like this ;)

Turns out Felix's reward was pretty simple. After a damn good wipe down, that you both needed, you had found yourself in his bed, dress discarded. Your naked bodies pressed against each other and Felix's plush lips wrapped around your nipple, suckling to his heart's desire. The constant ministrations of his tongue spread a light pleasurable buzz throughout your body, but not strong enough to get you horny again. You were too spent for that, domming for the first time had taken a toll on you but you liked it, you would do it again.

“Hey, I heard the noises stop, are you done?” Christopher bursted through the door, making you jump in place. Felix whined at the movement but a small sweet ‘shh’ from you settled him back into his routine.

“You are unbelievable, Mr Bang,” you whispered with a scoff and motioned for him to stay quiet, you didn't want to disturb Felix after all.

“What? My best friend dommed for the first time and I wanted to know if she enjoyed it or not. Felix seems pretty out of it so I'd say you did a good job,” Chan craned his neck to look at the boy in your arms but you didn't miss his eyes lingering on your bare tits for more than a few seconds.

“Hyung,” Felix whined again, voice muffled.

“It's okay baby, don't worry about him,” you whispered with the sweetest voice you could muster, your lips pressed to his forehead. The sunshine boy sighed against you, his eyelids slowly drooping.

“Best friend? Ouch Chris, you saw me half naked, I thought we had something,” you half joked while you stroked the blonde's hair, the wispy locks tickled your chest.

“We could,” Chris fixed you on the spot with an intense gaze, you could feel your body get hotter and hotter until you had to look away, afraid you might explode. The silence in the room was thick.

“You need to talk to Seungmin, he wanted to clear up some things. I'll put his number in your phone and then leave you to rest.” Without saying anything, you turned your back to him and tried to focus your attention on Felix. His eyes were closed, his mouth still on your nipple and a bit of drool had escaped past his lips and on the curve of your breast. You didn't mind, it was cute. His breath was slow and rhythmic, and not long after your own eyes were starting to close.

When you woke up you were alone in bed, Felix had taken his usual spot at his gaming chair.

“Leaving me alone in bed after the moment we shared? Wow that's cold of you, Felix,” you joked. The chair spun quickly and the boy looked at you with big brown eyes.

“Oh sorry, Y/N, I just wanted to get in a quick match before you woke up.”

“Y/N? I thought it was Miss to you,” you giggled at his face, jaw slacked and cheeks on fire, “ I'm just joking, keep playing baby, don't worry about it.”

Your head hit the pillow again, Felix's bed was insanely comfortable and as much as you wanted to fall asleep again you should've texted Seungmin already.

You: 

Hey Seungmin, it's Y/N, Chris said you wanted to talk to me

Seungmin:

That's right, do you want to meet at the library near your dorm tomorrow at 9 pm? 

I know it's late but I prefer to do this in a public place but I still don't want any people listening to us

You: 

It works for me I'll see you tomorrow <3

Butterflies swarmed your stomach in excitement, you couldn't wait.

The following day, as soon as you stepped foot in the library, you could see him. You hated that particular establishment, it was bleak and cold and the chairs were uncomfortable, but with Seungmin sitting at the table at your right the room looked different; warm and soft and suddenly you wanted to study there all the time. His boyfriend look was no joke.

Seungmin looked up and you hastily moved to greet him, fortunately he didn't seem to have seen you ogling.

“Hey,” he smiled and your heart skipped a beat, his hand briefly squeezed yours, “sit down.”

You had never obeyed a man so fast in your entire life, he seemed to notice that.

“Did hyung tell you what we are going to do?” his voice was still soft but now extremely serious and you were starting to get a bit nervous.

“He only wrote ‘subbing’ on the list.”

“Yes, that's right. I asked you to come here to discuss some things we may try together,” he started looking inside his bag, “I made a list.”

“I have never done anything like this so I don't know how much I can answer.”

“That's okay just tell me if the idea seems nice to you and you want to try, if you don't like it while we do it then you say the safe word and we stop immediately.”

“Okay.”

His smile was reassuring, you had never seen him smile like that but you wouldn't mind seeing it again.

“Okay so what do you want our safe word to be?”

“Puppy,” you didn't even have to think about it, you had heard the guys call him that so many times that it came natural to you.

“Noted. Now I'm gonna list a couple of kinks I want to try and you can decide if you want to try them as well. Just tell me yes or no.”

“Got it.”

“Dirty talk, praise and degradation.”

“Yes.”

“Humiliation.”

“No.”

“Public intercourse.”

“Yes.”

“Slapping and spanking.”

“Yes.”

“Spitting.”

“Yes.”

“Rough intercourse.”

“Yes.”

“Partial public nudity.”

“Yes.”

“Edging.”

“Yes.”

“Okay, that's it, thank you for coming tonight.”

“It's fine,” you could barely talk, all this talking about kinks and sex had formed a damn slip and slide between your legs. 

Despite all of your wishes, Seungmin that night, only walked you to your dorm room and pressed a delicate kiss to your cheek with a promise to see you on the weekend. He wanted to take you to a karaoke room he liked and had requested you wear a skirt.

The weekend came way too quickly for your liking, you were ready and you knew that but this was truly something new and you were a bit nervous. Your sweaty palms smoothed down your skirt for the thousandth time. Earlier Seungmin had sent you a text that had made your heart and your vagine beat wildly.

Seungmin: 

We're gonna start as soon as I see you, I'm gonna be different than usual, is that alright?

You: 

That's okay. Should I call you daddy? Or sir?

Seungmin:

Minnie is fine, leave daddy for Chan hyung.

Wait for me outside if you can :)

Seungmin’s car was gorgeous but he was even more magnificent, you couldn't believe somebody with such an angel face had listen all those nasty kinks.

“Hey, Minnie,” you murmured when you entered the car. He didn't answer, instead his thumb gently caressed your cheek. 

“Are you gonna do what I ask like a good girl?” You nodded vigorously, your whole body felt on fire. 

“Take your panties off then, and give them to me.” 

In a flash, you had scrambled to flip up your skirt and then shove your panties down. Seungmin laughed meanly at your eagerness which made your pussy pulse happily. The boy behind the wheel grabbed the panties and without another word he stuffed them inside his pocket. 

The journey to the karaoke room was torturous, your thighs were pressed firmly to get some release but you didn't want to move because Seungmin had not given you permission to do so. 

The establishment in itself was beautiful, the owner was kind and escorted you to your room while chatting happily. The private room was spacious and modern, the dimmed and colored lights created a cool ambience.

As soon as your ass was on the soft cushion of the sofa, Seungmin was on you, his big hands digged into the plush of your thighs.

“I'm gonna touch you and I don't wanna hear you make any noise, I wanna sing. Got it?”

“Yes Minnie.” 

His fingers came in contact with your pussy roughly, his hand traveled down to your entrance to swipe around your wetness.

“Wet already? Are you a whore?”

“N-no,” keeping your cool while his hand kept busy between your legs was one of the hardest things you had ever done.

“I think you are.” With that he turned around and busied himself with the tablet; when a tune started to play and his angelic voice sounded in the room, you silently sighed, you could at least distract yourself a bit from the pleasure like that. 

Your hopes soon crumbled when his fingers passed from caressing and circling all over your pussy to roughly rubbing your clit. The only thing you could hear in the room was him and your eyes were glued on his magnificent figure, he seemed not a bit affected by what was going on between your legs and you soon found out you were into it, even a bit too much. Your legs started trembling, the pleasure started to build up quickly, your clit was extremely sensitive and Seungmin knew exactly what he was doing. Your heavy breath resounded in the whole room but Seungmin seemed to not mind. 

When your hips started bucking into his hand and your back arched off the couch, he pulled his hand away, he clearly did not want you to cum so quickly. 

He played a second song and the onslaught on your poor sensitive and swollen clit began again. But just how it began it ended, like before.

Seungmin kept teasing you and stimulating you for two more songs, at the fifth, you were gone with pleasure and ready to cry if you didn't cum any second. Your body felt heavy and boneless, his fingers felt too good. But you stayed quiet, you had to stay quiet, you wanted to be a good girl for him. Your date had other plans, you had behaved way too well for his liking. Just when the song was nearing his finish and your orgasm was approaching, Seungmin's fingers roughly pinched your little bundle of nerves.

“Minnie,” you squeaked, with wide eyes. His hand lifted and then roughly came back down. Slap. It stinged but the pain felt so good you could've cum from that alone.

“I told you to stay quiet,” he scoffed, the tablet flew to the other side of the couch and he roughly grabbed your wrist.

“On your knees.”

Your poor wobbly knees hit the ground hard, but you hastily moved to be in front of him.

“Open your mouth.” Seungmin's right hand enveloped your jaw and squeezed effectively squishing your cheeks and forcing you to open up.

“Swallow and then show me.” A thick wad of spit fell into your mouth after that and you moaned, you wanted more but you still closed your mouth and swallowed. When you open up again, Seungmin wasted no time in turning you around and pushing your head down on the coffee table in front of you so your pussy was glued to his crotch. The sound of his belt unbuckling, made your squirm on top of the cool glass. You wanted to see him.

“You better not move or I'll edge you for a week.” Your skirt got quickly flipped up and you felt his head push against your entrance. 

Your lover sheathed himself fully inside you and another song started to play, a love song. Fitting. Without giving you time to adjust he started a brutal pace, not even Han had pounded you this hard. The sound of your skin slapping and the squelch in your pussy resounded in the room, along with your desperate moans and pleas and your date's delicate grunts.

Seungmin's hand circled your hips and pressed against your clit. He resumed his brutal rubbing from before, your orgasm was approaching dangerously quickly. 

“You need to cum, I won't be able to last. This pussy is so slutty, it's sucking me in,” he paired his words with sharp, decise thrusts and you felt the coil in your belly snap. Clear liquid shot out of you and doused Seungmin's crotch. You had never cummed that hard in your entire life. 

Seungmin quickly pulled out of you and stripped his cock above your ass, thick white ropes of cum cascaded on your hot skin in intricate patterns. 

The music had stopped, the only thing heard in the room were both of your heavy breaths.

“I've never made anybody squirt, if I take you out on another date, would you let me do it again?”

@kflixnet

[hotshotsxyz]

7x10 coda. beware the spoilers

Three months pass, and Eddie still isn’t used to it. It’s too quiet at home, and too awful at work, and he still grabs two bowls every morning even though he’s the only one eating.

He thinks about quitting, again. Leaving behind Captain Asshole and following Christopher to Texas. He knows he can’t. He’d promised. Eddie clenches his fists and forces himself to finish buttoning his uniform.

He sends Christopher a text, the same one he sends every morning, then shuts his phone in his locker.

“Line up in five,” Gerrard bellows from the loft. “If you’re late, you’ll be scrubbing the rig with a toothbrush, no exceptions.”

Eddie stands mechanically and walks over to the bay.

Another day, another goddamn reason to bury himself in blankets and hide until the world ends.

Buck invites him over for dinner most nights, or offers to go home with him. Eddie says no more than he says yes, but Buck… Buck’s always known Eddie better than he knows himself. He doesn’t stop asking.

“C’mon Eddie, it’ll be fun—you, me and Tommy, we can come up with ways to drive Gerrard insane.”

Buck looks at him, soft and imploring, an expression Eddie rarely knows how to refuse. But despite everything that’s happened, Buck’s managed to carve out a small sliver of happiness, and Eddie doesn’t want to drag him down.

“You go ahead,” he says. “I’m picking up half a shift at  the 136 tomorrow. Need to get some sleep.”

It’s true and it’s not. He is picking up the shift, but he doubts he’ll sleep.

He goes back to therapy, but he never knows what to say. It was all—everything was in his head, last time. It’s not, now. It’s all real, and it all hurts, and no amount of talking about it makes it hurt any less. He says as much to Frank.

“Then why are you here?” Frank asks.

Eddie looks away. “I don’t know,” he says.

That’s not quite true either.

Kim calls him, and Marisol doesn’t. She leaves voicemail after voicemail, apologizing for that night. Eddie can never bring himself to answer the phone. Eventually, he blocks her number.

He texts his own apology to Marisol, but it never goes through. It’s probably for the best—he doubts the message would’ve made either of them feel better.

Eddie needs—he doesn’t know. Before, he would’ve said time. Now though, he’s got all the time in the world, and he’s desperate to get rid of it.

Buck calls. Eddie can’t answer him, either. He lets it ring out, then listens to the voicemail.

“Hey Eds, it’s me. I uh—just wanted to check in. It’s been a couple days. Call me when you can.”

Eddie tells himself he will, but he has no idea when that’ll be.

Christopher doesn’t text him, but he does text Buck.

Eddie never asks what he says, and Buck usually doesn’t offer to tell him.

“Just—he’s okay, right?”

Buck smiles, a little bit sad, and leans into Eddie’s space. “He’s okay,” he says. “He misses you, even if he’s not ready to tell you that.”

Tears streak down Eddie’s face before he even realizes he’s crying. Buck wipes one away and pulls him against his chest.

“What if he never comes home,” Eddie whispers into the soft material of Buck’s sweater.

“He will,” Buck replies. “He will.”

Good morning, Eddie texts on the one hundred and second day since Christopher left. I love you, and I hope you have a good day.

He drops his phone on the table and tries not to hope for a response. A second later, though, it dings. Eddie’s heart leaps into his throat as he scrambles to open the message.

Morning, Dad.

[flowerxbunnie]

could you do maybe one where chris fucks reader with a ghost face mask. it’s literally my biggest fantasy

Ghostface

Chris x Fem Reader

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT INSANE SMUT. Knife play (no blood), degrading, mask

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY WITH SMUT OR ARE A MINOR.

scared to post this but here y’all go

Chris POV

“No Y/n I promise it’s not a live animal,” I say into the phone, gaining a laugh from my girlfriend on the other side.

“What the hell kind of surprise could it be then Chris? You know I hate waiting.” she whines and I grin to myself, knowing she doesn’t have a single clue what’s in store for her once she gets back home.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I ruined a surprise?”

“Ugh, I hate you Christopher Owen.”

“I love you too honeybee, drive safe.” I hang up, sitting my phone beside me on the bed and standing up to get my case of supplies from the closet.

Just as I finish making sure everything is sorted and ready, Y/n steps through the door, and I hear her toss her keys and purse onto the table in the entry way. I meet her in the kitchen, stepping behind her as she rummages through the fridge for a drink.

“Missed you baby, how was Target?” I ask, running my hands up and down her soft arms, placing a kiss into her hair.

“I got a bunch of cute Christmas decorations!” She turns to face me, her eyes lighting up. “I need you to help me put them up soon because in my opinion it’s never to early to start decora-“

I cut her off with a kiss, snaking my hand around her waist and to the small of her back, pulling her against my hips to see if she notices my hard on yet or not.

“Chris, I was getting excited to tell you about what all I got,” she gives me those damn puppy dog eyes that she’s so good at and I almost feel guilty for interrupting her, but I know what I have planned will make up for it.

“We’ll talk all about it later honeybee, come to the room.”

I give her another quick peck before taking her hand and guiding her down the hallway. She takes off her shoes and plops down on the bed, taking notice of the black leather case that she hadn’t seen there when she left.

“What’s this?” She reaches her hand out, fiddling with the latch. I smack her hand, enough to sting, and her eyes shoot up to me laced with confusion and shock.

“Did I tell you to open it, baby?” I ask, a new found confidence taking over me.

“Chris, what’s gotten into you?”

I say nothing. Instead I take a step closer to her and grab her hand, guiding her touch from my bare chest all the way down to the stiffness that’s aching in my jeans. She flashes me the smallest little smirk possible, and I know she thinks that she’s caught on.

“You got me a toy didn’t you??” she bites her lip and lightly squeezes my dick, causing it to throb in her hand.

“Mhm, something like that baby.” I reach around her to grab the case, picking it up running my fingers across the latch.

“You remember your safe word, right honeybee?” I ask, looking into her eyes to make sure I want to go through with this.

“Um, yeah? Why would I need it?” she replies so innocently, confusion creeping back into her face. I take my free hand and caress her face, my thumb rubbing across the soft skin of her bottom lip.

“Undress for me. Then sit down and close your eyes.”

She does as she’s told, removing every article of clothing down to her panties and I decide I’d like her to stop there, already having something in mind. “Leave those on for me.”

She sits down onto the edge of the bed, eyes shut tightly, then I slip on my mask, pushing my hair back to keep it out of my face. I can’t say I didn’t feel a little nervous as I pulled the knife out of the case. I run it along my fingertips, getting a feel for the weight and the pressure.

I slowly and carefully bring the tip of the knife against the soft underside of her chin, running it upwards with a featherlight touch and coaxing her to look up. Her eyes shoot open and I can tell she is shocked at the feeling and sight of a cold blade against her skin, and the sight of me in a ghostface mask looking down at her.

“Don’t move, pretty girl. Wouldn’t want a slip up would we?”

I can see the realization in her eyes, but she still gulps and blinks hard a few times, trying to come up with her next move.

Reader POV

“Got it,” I whisper out, trying my best to not move a muscle.

“Such a good girl, always listening so well for me.”

His voice is muffled from the mask covering his face, it’s honestly turning me on to the point I have to clench my thighs together for some sort of friction. The blade is slowly backed away from my chin, dropping to his side as he undoes the button and zipper on his black jeans with his free hand.

“Now if you really want to show me how good you can listen, lay back and spread your legs.” he tilts his head to the side as he demands me.

“O-okay,” I slowly lay back, keeping my position at the end of the bed and opening my legs for him. I feel his warm fingers tracing the fabric of my red panties gently, hooking behind them and slipping them to the side, exposing my dripping core to him.

“Mm, I really like these,” he says lowly before letting go quickly, causing the fabric to slap against my clit. I can’t help but gasp, the sudden sensation both painful and pleasurable.

I watch as he brings the knife to my knee, running it up my thigh at a snails pace until he reaches my hip. His other hand runs up the opposite thigh, warm and tender compared to the cold of the blade. He slips it under the strap of my panties, and in a swift motion the fabric is cut in two. I gasp knowing in my right mind that this is one of my favorite sets, but I know better than to say anything.

“What’s the matter?” he questions, tilting his head and dragging the knife across my stomach to the opposite strap of my panties.

I shake my head, scared to mutter a word.

I feel a stinging sensation on my hip, him sticking the tip of the knife ever so slightly into my skin. Despite him literally having my life in his hands, I can’t help but grow wetter and wetter with every move he makes.

“I said what’s the matter, baby.” His voice is harsher and the stinging intensifies as he presses the blade in with the smallest amount of extra pressure.

“I l-liked that pair, that’s all,” I admit, hearing a chuckle underneath the mask.

Before I can process what has happened, he cuts the second strap and pulls my panties off of me, stuffing them into his pocket.

“I don’t think you’ll miss them too much, sweetheart.”

This has me dripping, seeing the red lace peeking out of his pocket as he drops to his knees, gaze locked between my legs.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” he whispers, hand on my left thigh to ensure they stay apart.

He shocks me by taking the flat side of the knife and slapping it against my pussy. I can’t help but whimper in shock and pleasure, this being the first time I’ve been touched where I need it most. He doesn’t say a word and repeats his action, slapping it harder against me this time. And then a third.

“F-fuck,” I moan out, throwing my head back onto the bed.

I feel something else rubbing against me- not warm and not cold. I lift my head back up to see him running the handle of the knife up and down against my clit. I buck my hips in response, needing the pressure and stimulation. His free hand grasps onto my hip, pushing me into the bed and preventing me from moving. He turns the knife back around to the flat side and slaps my wet core again, shaking his head. I cry out in pleasure, biting my lip after to try and stifle my own sounds, feeling myself begin to drip.

“Is somebody enjoying themselves? You’re making such a mess sweetheart.” He brings the knife in front of his face, inspecting it and running his finger along the edge, my wet juices all over the blade.

He stands up and climbs on top of me, hovering in a straddle position but not putting his weight on me. I watch as he runs the knife up my stomach, between the valley of my breasts and feel it inch up my throat before stopping in front of my lips. His free hand connects to my throat.

“Be a good girl and clean it for me, hm?”

My breath hitches as I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, running it gingerly along the edge of the blade, moving to collect everything else from the flat side as I’m throbbing with need, a complete mess underneath of him.

“I have your life in my hands, sweetheart, you know that right?”

I whimper and nod, knowing and trusting fully that Chris would never ever actually hurt me. He stands up to remove his jeans and boxers, his erection slapping against his happy trail and a drop of precum leaking onto his abdomen. He leans down to grip my hair, pulling me into a sitting position and holding the knife against my throat.

“Take it all.”

I lick the precum off his happy trail, then move my tongue down to swirl around his swollen head. His grip in my hair tightens and my air is cut off a bit as the knife is pressed harder into my skin.

“I said fucking take it all.”

I look up into the eyes of the mask as I oblige, not hesitating as I take his entire length into my mouth, sucking and coating him. His sounds are still muffled but I hear him begin to breathe heavy under the mask.

He uses the hand that’s wrapped into my hair to pull my head closer, his dick going into my throat causing me to gag and drool, but he doesn’t stop. He’s pumping in and out while tears are dripping from my eyes and saliva is running down my chin. I feel his dick begin to pulse, but he takes his hand from my hair, releasing his grip and allowing me to come up for breath.

“Look at that pathetic face, so pretty. Doing so good for me.” he says, running two fingers along my chin, collecting my own saliva and shoving his fingers into my mouth to clean them. They pull out with a popping sound and he pushes me back onto the bed, raising one of my legs over his shoulder. He begins teasing my folds with his head, slowly running it up and down eliciting pathetic sounding moans from me, just aching for him to be inside of me.

“Listen at you, sweetheart. You’re just so desperate for more aren’t you?”

“P-please. Please I need it.” I whimper out, the tip of the knife poking into the thigh he has propped on his shoulder.

He groans and slaps my entrance with his dick before he harshly pushes into me, taking no time to let me adjust.

His thrusts are deep and fast, the sounds of his hip colliding with the skin of my thigh echoing in the room. He throws his head back in pleasure, his free hand coming down to press onto my stomach, feeling a bulge and I realize he’s feeling himself deep inside through my skin. The sensation sends a shockwave of pleasure through my body causing me to whine and clench around him.

“Such a tight little pussy, so perfect for me.” He groans, looking back down at me as my mouth hangs open involuntarily. He removes the blade from my thigh, turning it around and shoving the handle of the knife into my mouth.

“You needed something to fill that pretty mouth, didn’t you?” he growls, moving it in and out at same the pace as his thrusts.

I whimper and whine, feeling the vibrations on the handle of the knife in my mouth. My stomach tightens and I feel my high approaching, and he takes notice. His hand quickly finds its way to my core, his thumb pressing into my clit and kneading it.

“I just wanna ruin you, sweetheart. Let go for me, come on,” he beckons, his pace picking up and his thumb pressing harder into my bundle of nerves. This sends me over the edge and I start to fall apart around him, arching my back up with the knife handle still in my mouth, muffling my cries of pleasure.

He groans lowly and I feel him pulsing before I feel a warm release inside of me, his own orgasm taking over as his head falls back. We go over the edge together, sweating and panting and dizzy.

He pulls the handle out of my mouth, tossing it to a safe spot before ripping the mask off.

“Fuck, y/n. So fucking good.” he pulls himself out of me, hissing at the sensitivity and brushes his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He’s glistening and dripping with sweat. I’m silent as I try to regain my composure, light headed from my intense orgasm.

“Honeybee are you okay?” his voice softens with worry, coming down to lay beside me and turn my face to his. I meet his gaze, his blue eyes watching me so sweetly and give him a soft smile, hardly able to hold my own eyes open.

“More than okay, Chrissy. Just tired.” His lips meet mine in a sweet kiss.

“Let’s go get cleaned up and then we’ll put out all your new decorations, sound good?”

[uhhsoph]

Class of ‘21

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-pairing: softdom!chris & sub!reader

-warnings: unprotected p in v (don’t do that guys) kissing, making out, fingering, public sex, praising, use of y/n (very brief)

-a/n- this is probably so bad but I rushed heavy I’m insanely tired goodnight lovies 🤍

Of all of the places I thought I’d be tonight, I didn’t think I’d be here. I’ve shitted on everything and anything that had to do with my high school years. Yet, here I was standing in the middle of the same nasty, mold infested, gymnasium I was 3 some years ago.

I decided to come to my reunion because I had nothing else to do. Was it the best thing I could’ve done with my time? Maybe not, but I guess it was cool to see how everyone changed and grew into themselves. Sure, I missed high school sometimes but high school was shit mostly. I mostly kept to myself and a few friends I’d kept from middle school. I was focused on my self and my future, and I’m proud of who I’ve become. Back then, I wish I could tell myself it’d be worth it, because it was.

I walked around to see if any of my old friends have decided to show up too. I kept walking until I felt a light, gentle, tap on my shoulder. I turn around and get met with the eyes of my friend, Nessa.

“Where have you been all night? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“I’ve just been here, you must’ve not looked hard enough.” I speak with a smile. The air in the gym getting more stuffy and unbearable by the second, the stuffiness due to it being stuffed to the brim with most of the class of 2021.

“I swear I’ve swept the place looking for you. But at least I found you, because guess who’s here.” She smirks slightly, a mock pang of flirt laced in her voice. Guessing was absolutely never my thing.

“I don’t know, enlighten me.” I chuckle.

“Come on, not even a small guess?” She fake pouts. I take a few seconds to rake my brain of who, or maybe what, she could possibly be so excited about.

“Ness, I don’t know. Kaylee from bio?” I furrow my eyebrows as I made a guess. A small one, but still a guess.

“You’re no fun! Christopher Sturniolos here.” She says with excitement, somewhat evident in her voice. Chris was my long time crush all throughout high school, no shot he even knew who I was. We’ve interacted maybe once, we had classes together but what’s that in a building full of girls? Chris was popular, everyone liked him. I wasn’t special for feeling the same way, I knew that.

“Respectfully Ness, what am I supposed to do with that? Everyone’s probably swarming over him asking about his life after high school.” I laugh.

“Respectfully, you’re so hot now. I bet if you tried talking to him, you’d be his first priority.” She grins at me, fanning herself dramatically.

“You’re on some crazy shit.” I retort with a small chuckle before continuing. “I’m going to grab a drink. You want one?” I ask.

“I’m okay, but hey. While you’re gone, try and get a peak at Chris. See if he’s still as amazing as you thought he was.” I roll my eyes playfully as I start walking to the drinks table.

I push past the crowds of people catching up, crying, hell, going through the 5 stages of grief over reuniting with their old friends. I see the table straight through a few people, I walk behind them swiftly, seeing Chris with a group. I take a quick glance at him, which he returns, but nonetheless I keep walking to the table. He’s definitely still what he used to be, hot as shit.

I approach the table, somewhat distracted by everything that’s happening around me. Well, except one thing. Before I can react, I see this girl attempting to launch a solo cup of fruit punch at this guy. The guy obviously notices before me as he moves out of the way, the fruit punch obliviously landing on me, seeping deeper into the soft fabric faster by the second. I look down at my light colored dress, now stained red wondering how the fuck I’m going to get this out.

I glance around, thankfully not many people were paying attention to the whole scene. The girl angrily muttering apologies as she grabs the guy by his wrist, dragging him out of the gym and outside, probably to scream more curses at him. I cuss silently to myself as I make my way to the bathroom to try and clean this up. I feel someone lightly grab my shoulder. I turn around to meet the eyes of, none the other, Chris. My face softens ever so slightly as I meet his captivating eyes, forgetting the reason why I was mad for a second.

“Hey, I saw what happened are you… good?” He asks. I let out a breathy chuckle as I peer down at my dress again.

“I mean… not really. I don’t know how I’m gonna get this stain out.” I say as casually as I can. I can’t take another embarrassment tonight.

“Here, I can help you? I don’t know much I can but I’ll try.” He laughs. I chuckle and nod as I let him led me to an empty classroom, which happened to be the math class, the class I shared with him in senior year, something I doubt he’d remember. He pats the table in front of the sink for me to sit on and looks under the cabinet for some paper towels. He rummages under carelessly until he finds some. He dampens the paper towel as he gently dabs it onto my dress, applying slight pressure to soak up the red liquid on the soft fabric.

“This place looks the same, doesn’t it?” He questions, keeping his focus on trying to get the stain out.

“Hm?” I question, confused, he can’t be talking about what I think he’s talking about.

“This is one of the classes I had with you, right?” He pauses for a second and looks up at my face, giving me his full and complete attention. My face slowly breaks into a grin.

“Yeah, it is. Honestly, I’m surprised you even know who I am.” I admit honestly with a slight laugh.

“How couldn’t I?.” He chuckles as he continues back to wiping gently at my dress. I shake my head and chuckle slightly.

“What do you mean?.” I ask, a smile on my face as I furrow my eyebrows.

“I-I don’t know, let’s just forget about it.” He shook it off, basically mentally face palming himself as if he said something wrong. We sit in somewhat comfortable silence as I keep looking at Chris, he seems to be contemplating something in his head before he talks again.

“Y/n?” He questions, stilling his movements and looking up at me

“Hm?” I look at him too.

“I’ve always thought you were pretty. Even since, like, freshman year. And you still are, which is why I’m kinda terrified to say the wrong things. I always have it’s just, now we aren’t even in Highschool and I know I shouldn’t even be telling you, kinda stupid right?” He confesses, looking basically anywhere but my eyes.

I sit dumbfounded. After a few seconds, I smile. He was so genuine and I don’t think I’ve seen him, let alone anyone that, vulnerable with me for awhile. “I’ve always liked you too, I just… never thought you’d notice me”I whisper back, trying to open up about it to him.

“I noticed. I definitely noticed.” He whispers as he finally meets my eyes. I look back, not being able to look away.

He stands all the way up, towering over me sitting on the table, moving his face closer to mine. He stays there, probably waiting for me to make a move to completely connect our lips. I look into his blue eyes, before grabbing his jaw and connecting my lips with his, something I’ve wanted since freshman year. He immediately reciprocates, wrapping his arms around my body. I move my arms to rest behind his neck, deepening the kiss. He gently bites my bottom lip to gain entry, which I allow embarrassingly quick. His tongue explores every inch of my mouth, pulling away for a quick second.

“Jump.” He says, gripping my ass, keeping his face close to mine. I do as he says and allow myself to wrap my legs around his waist.

He places his hands under my thighs and then he throws his lips back onto mine. He spins me around and pins me to the counter, the kiss growing more desperate every second. He sets me down on the counter, leaning me up against the back wall. His hands roaming my body as I do the same. Touching every inch I possibly could, as if he’d vanish any second. I capture all his breaths and pants into my mouth as he does the same with mine. He starts to move his hands towards the top of my thighs, rubbing circles with his thumb on the bare skin. I grab his collar and pull him impossibly close, his tongue growing faster against mine. I reach my hand down to his belt and run my hands over it. He quickly pulls away and takes his belt off.

“You wanna do this?” He asks, looking at me breathlessly.

“Fuck Chris, yeah.” I pant. To that, he groans and hooks his hands under my thighs, pulling my body into his. His bulge pressing on me was enough for me to snap into a billion pieces. He looks down at silently curses when he realizes I’m not wearing underwear.

“Such a good fucking girl..” He leans down and collects the wetness that’s accumulated around my thighs.

“Shit Chris.” I throw my head back as his hand reaches my clit, rubbing firm circles on the small bundle of nerves. I moan out as his circles get faster.

“Shhh, angel, you don’t want the whole school to hear how good I’m making you feel do you?” He smirks lightly as he runs his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling it down to push his thumb in my mouth. I close my lips around it as my eyes roll back into my head. He moves his fingers lower and pushes them inside of my pussy. The familiar feeling in my stomach threatening to snap every second he continues.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Chris praises as his eyes move from my face to my pussy rapidly. I whine as my back arches into him.

“I-I’m gonna cum.. fuck chris! Oh my god” I moan as my fingers lace behind his neck, tangling themselves in his hair.

“Come on baby, cum on my fingers.” Chris replies as he’s focusing on my face, licking his lips. I try my best to focus on his face as I feel my first orgasm of the night crash over me, almost to fully convince my mind he’s still here, or here in the first place.

“Perfect, fuck..” He smirks before shoving his fingers in his mouth, sucking the juices off slowly. Which was almost enough to make me cum again right there.

“I need you.” I say out in desperation.

“Yeah?” He raises his eyebrows as he starts to unbuckle his pants. I nod embarrassingly fast. He grips my ass and picks me up again, spinning me around and pinning me on the table that was once behind him. He then maneuvers his cock out of his boxers, pre cum leaking over the tip, which is bright pink and begging for attention. My mouth waters at the sight of him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” He whispers, his voice gravelly as he moves his dick up and down my folds.

“No teasing.. fuck.” I throw my head back in anticipation, excitement bubbling in my stomach.

“Tell me how much you want it.” He challenges, breathlessly, almost trying to delay himself so this moment lasts longer.

“S’bad.. so so bad please.” I practically beg. He starts to slowly inch himself inside of me, groaning the deeper he gets.

“Mm, you’re so tight.” He practically whines as he throws his head back, starting to slowly thrust himself.

“Faster chris.” I moan, repeating his name over and over again. His thrusts getting faster, the moans and pants between us both is all we can comprehend.

“Fuck.. you’re so so good for me, angel.” He leans down starts kissing my jaw slowly. I place one of my hands on the back of his neck, and the other one wrapped around his back. He starts running his hands up and down my body. I arch off the table, whining as my second orgasm rapidly approaches.

“I-Im so close.. oh oh my god!” I moan out.

“Shit, me too.” He replies, his thrusts getting sloppier as I start clenching around him, cumming on his dick.

“I’m gonna cum… where do you want it?” He asks quickly.

“Anywhere”

He quickly pulls out as cum paints my stomach where my dress hitched up, as he curses under his breath. He leans down and captures my lips in his again. We sit there, our lips enveloping each others… that’s until we hear a swift knock on the door.

“Hey, what are you guys doing in there?”

~

[sortasirius]

I put myself through the shooting again to see what I missed and here's what I came out with (IT'S A LOT):

Jesus Christ the way Eddie looks at Buck immediately

That shot of them just staring at each other before Eddie falls

The way Buck just stands there, completely frozen, doesn't even try to protect himself

HE ABSOLUTELY DOES REACH FOR HIM. HE REACHES FOR BUCK BEFORE HE PASSES OUT

Buck crawling to him and saying "Stay down, I'm gonna come, I got you."

"Hey just...just stay with me, okay?"

Eddie's first and only question is "are you hurt?" to Buck...brothers I am in shambles

Buck like actively cupping Eddie's face and saying "I need you to hang on."

The way Buck almost like collapses when a firefighter bumps into him...

Also INSANE that his first thought on seeing Taylor is "no comment" YIKES!!!

God Oliver Stark...I am in awe of you always

You can tell Buck is trying SO HARD to keep it together for Chris. Like he doesn't want to make things harder on him but it's like everything hits him all at once and he just can't keep it in because telling Chris makes it real. And makes him think that he should have been the one that got shot

"He's a fighter" while wiping away his tears...oh my love

Him breaking down is a relief cry, he drops his phone and just collapses in on himself out of relief

"It's gonna be okay, Buck." I just...love Chris and Buck so much. I love them so so much.

All the tubes sticking out of Eddie I'm sick to my stomach

And Buck takes such effortlessly good care of Christopher, of course Eddie would make him his guardian

"Buck snores...loud." Chris my king

"I'm fine. I'm not the one who got shot." Well it's clear you wish you were babe and that freaks me out!!

It's so interesting the way the rest of the crew doesn't even seem to...clock that Buck isn't just being reckless. Like he's actively trying to die. Daring the sniper to take him out

The fact that Taylor just leaves, playing into every insecurity he has but he doesn't even TRY to fight her leaving when he sees Ana calling...I have nothing to say to this it writes itself

"He doing okay?" "Better than me." BYE!!!

When Buck says it would have been better if he had gotten shot you can tell Eddie is like...stunned at what he said, but he IS recovering from a, oh that's right, major gunshot wound, so it's not like he can say anything about it.

Okay sorry the comparison between Buck telling Eddie "I'm here. I got you." and Athena telling Bobby THE SAME THING after he got shot???????

"Because Evan." I think it's the only time I've heard Eddie use his given name. It means something when he does. In this case "you aren't disposable you bonehead. Not to Chris. Not to me."

Genuinely insane experience. 10/10 would recommend

[littlespoonevan]

I watched the first three seasons of 911 back when that was all that had aired and just didn’t keep watching after the break between seasons for whatever reason. I also didn’t really get buddie, I just thought it was a beautiful friendship. I’m now on a rewatch and just got to the end of season 4 and boy am I all in, Buck’s reaction to Eddie getting shot and the aftermath really made me get it. Anyway, I was wondering if you have any fic recs for a buddie newbie? I’m probably gonna speed through the rest of the show in a few days and need something else to occupy me hahah

hey bud, welcome back to the world of 911!! 🥰 okay so i have some previous fic recs that i've posted here and i also have 489 bookmarks on ao3 which you can have a scroll through here (i only ever bookmark something for rereading or reccing purposes so can confirm i've read and loved them all)

but i'll do my best to make a somewhat cohesive list below of some of my personal faves. i have no doubt i'll probably leave some out accidentally but they'll definitely be in my bookmarks so 100% check those out too!! ❤️

The Nearness of You by allisonRW96 / @homerforsure

Eddie reassured himself that he could do this. Other teams coming in were probably going to be staying at the same hotel in the same double rooms and it was very possible that none of them were going to be having sex. Or even lying awake at night thinking about it. Or: Buck and Eddie go on a work trip.

Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania / @hmslusitania

“We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” -- An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

To Build a Home We Deconstruct Our Rituals by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels /@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak: Marry Buck.

standing on the brink of emptiness by woodchoc_magnum / @woodchoc-magnum

In which Eddie is struggling in the aftermath of being shot, learning how to take care of himself and realising he's in love with Buck; and Buck is dating Taylor, taking care of Eddie and Christopher and trying to figure out why he's so goddamn confused about everything.

across our great divide (a glorious sunrise) by catchingpapermoons 

“We’re working on it,” Maddie explains, shooting Chimney a look. He nods seriously. “In couples therapy.” “Huh,” Eddie says, and then he thinks about it. "Do you think Buck and I would benefit from couples therapy?" — or, Eddie gets Buck to come to couples therapy with him.

darling, the future's better than yesterday by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Eddie, ten years younger, in this awful 2010, blinks up at him. He's still sitting slumped on the curb, and for a second Buck thinks he might tell him to fuck off, but then his eyes fall shut and there’s something — aching and painfully vulnerable in the bend of his mouth, the faint tension in his brow. “My…um, girlfriend, I guess. She’s pregnant.” “Holy shit,” Buck says. - or, buck deals with some wonky dimensional/time travel and then breaks up with his girlfriend. eddie, obviously, is involved.

i'm here (i’m yours for the taking) by farfromthstars / @buckactuallys

“Everyone!” Around forty heads turn, and Buck shifts on his feet uncomfortably at the attention. “This is my old friend Buck and his husband, Eddie.” “Uh,” Buck makes, turning to Eddie with wide eyes. Eddie's looking just as stunned. “Connor, I think you got–” He cuts himself off when Eddie wraps an arm around his waist. ~ at the winter wedding of an old friend, buck and eddie pretend to be married to each other. the plan has no weaknesses, obviously, not even mistletoe or anyone’s secret feelings… they call it the season of giving i'm here, i'm yours for the taking

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

In 1880, Evan Buckley of the arriviste set is sent out west to oversee his family's railroad and recover from a broken heart - and meets Eddie Diaz, cowboy. When fate tears them apart, they make a promise: find each other again. In 2018, Buck walks into his fire station in Los Angeles - and meets Eddie Diaz, new recruit.

no kingdom to come by waywardrenegades

Family, FaceTime, guilt trips, phone calls, church, heart healthy meals, and learning how to let yourself be happy. Whatever that looks like. or; when his father experiences a health scare, Eddie flies to El Paso.

when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) by catchingpapermoons 

Buck walks toward Jee-Yun’s room, still talking, and Christopher trails after him, asking excited questions in response, and Eddie’s smile grows. He wants this forever. Everything, every part of it; Buck, Christopher, and him—that’s all he needs. And— Oh. Oh no. He shuts his eyes for a moment, inhaling sharply. He’s looking at Buck, and feeling something strictly not platonic at all. or: Eddie needs to learn how to let himself feel, and one step at a time, he learns how to do just that. (And he falls in love with Buck along the way.)

i don't swim and you're not in love by hattalove / @hattalove

She turns to Eddie and says something else, but Buck is busy fighting the headrush he gets at the sound of Ana Flores calling Eddie and Christopher 'the boys'. Like they belong to her already. God, what’s wrong with him? What is this? or, eddie cooks, chris domesticates a slug, and buck tries to figure out why he hates his best friend's girlfriend. to everyone's immense shock and surprise, it goes badly.

everything's coming up milhouse by hammersmiths / @bucktommys

LAFD Updates (@L*A*F*D_Metro) LAFD Alert: Red-level traffic on Gardiner Road this morning. If you are trying to get into the city centre consider taking Westerley Lane. buck 🔥🔥 (@firebuck) so true bestie or, Eddie mans the LAFD Twitter account. Buck tries to be supportive.

said i couldn't stay, but it's different now by hattalove

“I think,” he says, watching Karen pull Hen out onto the dance floor, their eyes never leaving each other’s, “I think I’m just—sad.” Maybe. That feels like a close enough word to describe this gaping maw right in the center of his chest. It’s only really there sometimes, taking little bites out of him, easy enough to ignore, but today is worse. “About being single at a wedding,” Eddie says, not a question. Buck shrugs. “Sounds stupid when you put it that way.” or, the one with the four weddings (feat. a drunk karen wilson, shania twain, a single cheerio, and some confessions over cubed fruit).

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone by rarakiplin (gmontys)

Buck goes on dates now. Not often, and never with the same girl twice in a row, but he goes on dates. And the thing is — the thing is, Eddie can’t be mad about that, because he goes on dates too. - or, five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other

so far from being free by allisonRW96

"That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible. But even if Buck was capable of doubting Maddie, the truth of her confession is evident in the way it throws every facet of his childhood into sudden perfect clarity. That yawning, arctic absence. The unnamable fear. The impenetrable target of his parents’ approval that he was never, ever going to be able to hit. That they didn’t want him to hit. He has a brother. A dead brother who has haunted Buck’s steps for his entire life."

don't let the tide come and wash us away by writerforlife

Buck develops a relationship with the ocean, avoids talking about the day Eddie was shot, realizes he might be in love, and drives. Order may vary. (a fic for the "Buck is going to break all the way down in season 6" truthers)

dance, for all that we've been through by catchingpapermoons 

The Los Angeles Ballet’s 2022-2023 season ends with a bang with their fresh take on a ballet staple, Swan Lake. Artistic Director Bobby Nash is in his eighth season with the Los Angeles Ballet, and it has flourished under his direction. However, his associate, Eddie Diaz, is the one whose reimagining of the choreography has caught our attention... (or, Eddie Diaz moves to L.A. to restart his dance career, and ends up choreographing a show, finding a family, and falling in love. Not necessarily in that order.)

I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other. When Eddie joins the 118, he and Buck don't exactly hit it off on the right foot. Or continue to walk on the right foot. In fact they kind of can't stand each other. Good thing they each have a beloved anonymous pen pal to share their daily woes with, someone completely unlike their insufferable coworker. Or, in which Buck and Eddie love each other before they know each other, and know each other before they love each other.

never felt this way before (yes i swear) by withoutthetiger

It’s the summer of 2022, when Buck no longer wants to be called Evan, and it only occurs to his parents to mind. It’s after the pandemic – or so they say – and before whatever hell will befall the world next, when Buck can’t wait to join the LAFD in September, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever meet someone as gently strong and fiercely protective as his big sister. It’s the summer he goes with his family to the One Eighteen Ranch & Lodge. *** A Dirty Dancing AU, set in Texas in 2022, featuring a whole lot of familiar faces in a not so familiar place.

Fragile lines (and wasted time) by Mellaithwen / @mellaithwen

“Hey Buck,” Christopher says a little shyly, before reaching out to grab Buck’s foot through the hospital blankets—shaking it in the same way he’s woken his father up on many a bleary-eyed morning. The familiarity of the gesture makes Eddie’s head spin. But of course, there’s no response from the comatose man on the bed. “I thought you said he was sleeping,” Chris mumbles, angrily swiping at his cheeks, and Eddie’s already broken heart shatters all over again for whatever hope his son had just lost when his expectations were so cruelly dashed. . While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.

Don't Take the Money by HMSLusitania

“You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?” OR The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests / @fcntasmas

Buck used to speed through yellow lights; now they’re his favorite part of the drive. -- or; a glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

Hot Ghost Problems by ebjameston

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. +++ [Eddie is the newest firefighter at the 118. Buck is the ghost haunting the 118. Unfortunately for both of them, Eddie's also a witch and needs to put Buck's spirit to rest, because that's what witches do. Turns out, Buck's spirit? Super not interested in being put to rest. Very interested, however, in flirting with Firefighter Diaz, who is just trying to survive his candidate year. (Also turns out, Buck? Super not dead.)

as lucky as us by hammersmiths

One of the first things Ravi learned when joining the 118 was to, under no circumstances, think too hard about Buck and Eddie’s relationship. But brother, they could try make his job easier. “I mean, I get it,” Buck’s saying, overhead, and Ravi’s knee-deep in literal human crap and even he can smell that shit from a mile away. “You and Tommy have a lot in common.” or, Ravi continually suffers as a third-wheel.

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

,,Heartbeat''- C.S.

Warnings- smut, cussing, suggestive content.

SUB CHRIS SUB CHRIS SUB CHRISSS!!!!!

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,,Text say that 'it's not fair'

thats code for 'he's not here'

and ima flirt with this new girl

and ima call if it dont work.''

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Evelyn heard a ding from her phone, indicating that she had gotten a text from someone. She hadn't moved from her bed today, not really having a reason to. She lifted her phone, and let out a sigh as she saw 'Chris has texted you.' fuck.

Evelyn has been 'friends' with the triplets for years now. She's always been closest with Matt, oddly enough. Around two years into their friendship, Chris and Evelyn had began 'hooking up' in Chris' words. She couldn't stand him. She couldn't stand it. She was going insane.

No matter what she was doing, if Chris wanted to fuck, she had to drop whatever she was doing, however important, just to give him what he wanted. But god forbid if Evelyn ever wanted anything in return. If she texted him, she wouldn't get a reply for days.

She met a boy, Jake, and they started dating. Unlike Chris, Jake didn't just use her for sex. He really loved her. She loved him too. She cut contact with Chris, told him to stop texting her, and she wouldn't go to the triplets house, she'd meet them elsewhere. She didn't want to see him. She had been dating Jake for around four months now. Sure, sex was great with Jake.. but he wasn't Chris.

Jake has taken a trip with his friends to a different state for a week, and this was day two of him being gone. Evelyn clicked on the notification, and sighed at the message.

fuck. fuckfuckfuckfuck FUCK. What was she doing?? It's okay..right? Jake won't know. No- she can't hurt him like that. Once Chris gets there she can just tell him to fuck off.. right?

She must've been thinking about it for a few minutes because she was suddenly snapped back to reality when she heard a knock at her door. Holy shit. This is really happening.

Without even thinking, Evelyn starts walking down the stairs. Even though it was nearly 8:00 P.M. she had still been in her pj's from the morning before. Just some shorts and a baggy tee. She opened the door to reveal Chris standing outside, in just grey sweats and a black tank top that stuck to his body perfectly, looking at his phone.

Evelyn had forgotten how good Chris looked, so she just stared in awe. His eyes looked up from the phone, his head not moving, as he chuckled. His eyes looking up at her through his messy hair just did something to her every time.

,,Miss me?'' He teased, sliding his phone into his pocket. ,,Soo.. you gonna invite me in or re we just gonna do this outside..?'' He laughed, as she kept a straight face. He noticed, and stuck his hand out and placed it gently on her jaw. ,,Hey, Ev, Whats wrong, baby?'' He asked her, as she pulled away from his touch.

,,Don't call me that, Christopher.'' She frowned, causing Chris to furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

,,What..? What's wrong, Evvy?'' He asked as she cringed at the name. He's the only person who calls her that. She felt tears threatening to spill, as she held them back.

,,Chris.. we can't.'' She shook her head, looking down at the floor. She felt Chris' hand meet her jaw, pulling her face up to his, as he kissed her gently.

She knew she should've pulled away, but she couldn't. She kissed back, as she felt Chris smirk against her lips. He slowly pulled away,

,,You sure?'' He joked, and she shook her head and pulled him into her house by his collar, slamming the door behind them.

''God, I hate you so fucking much, Christopher..'' She scoffed.

,,Oh, but you love me..'' He smirked, before quickly grabbing Evelyn's hips, bringing her closer to him, before smashing his lips roughly against hers, the kiss this time was the complete opposite of the one they had just shared moments before. She pulled away, her hand sliding into his, as she pulled him up to her room.

,,Ya know, I could've just fucked ya down there,'' He joked,

,,Yeah, and smash my hips into the counter? I'll stick with my bed.'' She rolled her eyes, before getting on her knees.

,,Damn- sucking me off already? Thought you'd wait a bit you whore.'' Chris smirked down at her,

,,Watch your mouth, Christopher.'' She threatened, as she suddenly grabbed his half-hard cock through his pants.

,,o-oh fuck..'' He groaned, caught off guard by the girls sudden action.

,,let me hear you, baby..'' Evelyn smirked at the boy above her. Out of all the times they had fucked, she hadn't been the dominant one, but that was about to change.

,,c'mon, ma.. please..'' He whispered, his voice raspy as Evelyn began to palm him through his pants. ,,please..'' he whimpered. She slid her hands away from his cock, before kissing it through the fabric of his pants. She started to pull them and his boxers down, his now fully hard cock slapping against his clothed stomach.

He began to slip his shirt off, before she slapped his hands.

,,Did I say you could take this off?'' She growled at him, before he shook his head,

,,f-fuck.. 'm sorry ma.. p-please..'' he begged. She has never seen Chris this submissive, and it was driving her insane.

,,Go ahead, baby..'' Evelyn nodded, as she started to stroke his cock painfully slow. He ripped his shirt off and through it across the room, as he let out small whimpers. ,,sit.'' She motioned to the bed, and he quickly complied, shuffling to the bed, and sitting down.

Evelyn placed her hands on his knees, and licked from his base to his tip, collecting his precum on his cock. The small whimpers and moans falling effortlessly from Chris' mouth was what kept her going. She took his dick in her mouth, it hitting the back of her throat as she gagged, but she didn't stop.

Nothing would stop her from doing this besides Chris. Not even her boyfriend walking in would stop her. She's missed Chris so much. She felt his hand grip her hair, pushing her down and up, her mouth gliding around him.

,,mmhh.. fuckk..'' he cried out, his head falling back. She quickly pulled off of him with a popping sound, knowing he was close, ,,ma.. p-pleas-e..'' he hiccuped.

,,don't worry, baby. You'll cum soon.'' She promised. pushing him back against the bed, her mouth connecting once more with his.

He laid back, his hard dick throbbing. Evelyn- still fully clothed- sat on Chris' lap, just a little above where his dick was.

,,Ev- please..'' he pleaded, as he pulled away from the kiss, slipping his hands up her shirt, tugging at the hem.

,,Go ahead, baby.'' she nodded, giving him permission to slip it off, which he quickly did. Her black bra showcasing her breasts perfectly made Chris want her impossibly more.

,,Fuck, baby. I don't remember you looking like that..'' He groaned, his hands sliding back down her body to the waistband of her shorts. He tugged gently at them, before Evelyn lifted her hips, allowing Chris enough room to slip them off. Evelyn sat on the naked boy, in only her bra and underwear.

Chris let his hand slip to her panties, gently rubbing her slick folds through the wet fabric. She let out a small whine, causing Chris to chuckle.

,,You like that, don't you, ma?'' He teased, causing the girl on top of him to shake her head,

,,Know your place, Christopher.'' She grow;ed, causing him to immediately apologize,

,,s-sorry ma..'' he whined, his hands meeting her hips. ,,Jus wanna make y-you feel good..'' he pushed her hips down, causing her to grind on him.

,,Holy shit, baby..'' She gasped. She needed Chris so incredibly bad.

,,I-I wanna taste you, ma.. p-please..'' He begged, as Evelyn nodded. He sat up, his lips meeting her neck, sucking and biting, leaving deep red and purple marks behind. His lips trailed down her neck as his hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra.

As he slipped her bra off, his lips met her one of her nipples, his hand toying with the other. She let out a quiet moan, as her hands snaked up and down Chris' bare back. His mouth left her nipple, continuing to place kisses down her body.

He got to the waistband of her panties and sighed, before laying her back, his face between her thighs. She felt his hot breath on her core before feeling him place a soft kiss on her clit through the thin wet fabric of her panties.

,,So wet for me, ma..'' Chris mumbled, before pulling her panties off slowly.

,,Chris, don't tease me,'' Evelyn warned him, as he nodded.

,,Sorry mommy..'' he apologized, the name making her shiver. his mouth came into contact with her pussy, flattening his tongue, lapping it up and down between her wet folds.

''mmph, fuck, Chris.. making me feel so good..'' She whined, her hands quickly finding his hair, before gripping it tightly. His tongue met her clit, as he brought two of his fingers up to her mouth for her to suck.

She rolled her eyes but obliged, sticking his fingers into her mouth, coating them in her saliva. He pulled them out after they were soaked, and brought them down by where his mouth was. Evelyn forgot how hot he looked while he was eating her out, it was driving her insane. He slowly pushed one finger inside her, her letting out a quick moan, her head falling backwards.

,,H-holy shit..'' She moaned as Chris stuck another finger in her, continuing to pump inside her.

,,You taste so good, mommy..'' Chris mumbled, momentarily pulling his mouth away from her cunt. He quickly went back to work, and Evelyn was becoming a whining mess as he added a third finger.

,,Mhh, fuck- Chris.. I-I'm close-'' She struggled, as she felt her release inching closer. Her grip on his hair tightened, as her eyes squeezed shut, as she felt the knot in her lower stomach snap. Chris didn’t stop working his tongue, he continued to lick up all her cum.

His head lifted, and she quickly pulled him into a kiss, her legs shaking. She could taste herself on his tongue, but she didn’t care at all. She needed Chris so bad.

She pulled his body impossibly closer to her, his dick rubbing against her folds, causing both of them to let out a moan.

,,Fuck me already, Chris,'' Evelyn demanded. Who was Chris to deny her wishes? He pulled his dick in his hand, stroking it a few times, before lining it up with her hole.

He started to push in, and once the tip was in, he let his own dick go, to put both of his hands above Evelyn's shoulders to stabilize himself. They both let out groans as Chris continued to push himself deeper in her. He finally pushed all the way and waited a bit before starting to slowly thrust in and out of her.

,,Wait- shit Ev, your on the pill, right?'' Chris stopped and looked up at her, causing her to chuckle and nod,

,,yes, Chris.'' she rolled her eyes, and Chris started to thrust in and out of her again, this time at a much faster pace.

,,Mph- Fuck.. y-your so tight ma..'' Chris groaned, as Evelyn gripped his shoulders tightly.

,,d-don't stop, Chris..'' Evelyn pleaded, and Chris obliged. The male continued to thrust into her, both of them letting loud moans flow out of their mouths effortlessly.

,,M-mommy, I-I'm close..'' Chris panted, one of his hands making its way to Evelyn's hips, holding her in place. His grip was so tight, she was sure it would leave bruises, but that was the least of her worries right now.

,,Cum for me, baby.'' Evelyn moaned, and Chris did just that. He released his load into her, and she did the same.

,,H-holy shit..'' Chris groaned, as he pulled out of her and plopped down beside her on the bed. ,,You still regret it?'' Chris whispered.

,,Hm?'' Evelyn mumbled.

,,Do..'' Chris sighed. He propped himself up on his arm, looking into Evelyn's eyes. ,,Do you like me? Do you regret what we just did? Would you pick him over me?'' Chris asked, and Evelyn's eyebrows furrowed.

,,Of course i like you Chris. I wouldn't let you fuck me if I didn't like you. If I'm being honest.. i really like you. Like, a lot. I do this with you because I think it's the most I'm going to get from you. I know you won't date me, but i really fuckin like you, so I do whatever you want me to as long as it means I can have you.'' Evelyn sighed, closing her eyes, Expecting Chris to let out a snarky remark.

,,Who said I wouldn't date you?'' Chris asked her, causing her eyes to shoot open and look at him.

,,Chris, don't say shit like that when I have a boyfriend.'' Evelyn shook her head, and Chris chuckled.

,,Evs, we literally just fucked, and your worried about me confessing my love for you?'' Chris shook his head.

,,Yeah, I guess. I mean, I'm not worthy of him anymore, but if you confess your love foe me I'll feel so shitty.'' Evelyn confessed.

,,How come?'' Chris asked, tilting his head in confusion.

,,Because, Chris.. Your so fucking stupid. I've always wanted you. I started dating Jake, in hopes he'd give me everything you wouldn't. Like actually going out with me, cuddling, doing.. couple things, instead of just fucking all the time and leaving.'' Evelyn shook her head, and Chris' gaze softened.

,,Holy shit, Evvy.. Why didn't you tell me..? You know I wouldn't have wasted a second to get with you.'' Chris whispered, and Evelyn let out a frustrated groan.

,,Oh my fucking god, Chris. Don't pin this on me. You know good as hell I've always wanted you. You've just always been too 'scared of commitment'.'' Evelyn snapped, causing Chris to look at her sadly.

,,Evs. I'm so so so fucking sorry. I love you. You know that. And your right. I'm a pussy. I wanted you so bad I should've just asked you out before Jake got to. Damn me for that.'' Chris apologized, and stood up to put his clothes back on.

,,Chris, no.. I didn't mean it like that.. I'm sorry-''

,,No, your right. It's MY fault that I didn't ask you out. Forget the fact that you could've asked me out, no. Because in what fucking world would that happen, Evelyn? I'm sorry for loving you. I'm sorry that you love me, but I can't do shit about that now, since you got your new fucking boyfriend that you basically just admitted to not liking.'' Chris scoffed, as he finished putting his clothes on.

,,Will you go out with me?'' Evelyn asked as Chris was just about to walk out of her door. She wasn't sure why she asked it, she knew it was wrong, but fuck, she did love him. He froze.

,,What.?'' he asked, his heart beating out of his chest.

,,Chris, will you go out with me?'' She asked again, and he turned around.

,,What about Jake?'' He asked, and Evelyn stood up, and made her way towards Chris.

,,Fuck Jake.'' She said, her lips meeting Chris'.

[saryasy]

tagged by @butchdiaz for a 2024 fic roundup but I'm copying them and adding my edits in there too 🥰 this is the most I've written in a year (and by a huge margin) by virtue of me writing my longest two fics ever back to back. so hopefully next year goes similarly because I already miss writing 😭😭

May:

sounds like forever (5k)

No, he doesn't remember falling. He just remembers looking at his best friend one evening, cooping up a sleeping Christopher into his arms, murmuring ‘I got this’ to a half-asleep Eddie who'd made to carry his own son instead. He'd watched as Buck walked quiet but confident steps to Christopher's room, depositing him in bed with a whispered ‘goodnight’, and thought, in his sleepy haze, I love him.

my very first buddie fic!! wrote it a few days after finishing the show for the first time. was still finding the characters voices but it'll always be special to me

August:

Season of Hope (After the Flood) (58k)

Eddie's summer of missing his son, unrepressing more than just his sexuality, and realizing that somewhere along the way he's fallen in love with his best friend and forgot to fall out of it.

And maybe that's okay.

I genuinely still can't believe this fic exists. and the fact that it does is all thanks to @livingincolorsagain. my longest fic ever yet I wrote it relatively quickly. and I still think back on the writing process fondly. getting to figure out where the story's headed. the chapter titles. all the lovely feedback. it was such a lovely journey even the parts where it fought me lol

September:

slow motion, double vision in rose blush (20k)

Eddie has kissed a man.

Eddie Diaz. His friend. His Eddie. Has kissed a man.

Which is strange because Buck is sure as hell he'd remember kissing Eddie. OR Buck is very normal about his platonic friend's kissing habits.

this one was literally a haze. I had an idea for them watching their first kiss through the screen and absolutely ran with it. I think that one scene in there is 12k on its own which is kinda insane. also only realized after posting that's it's my first published E rated fic

November:

merry christmas please don't call

MY VERY FIRST EDIT. my baby. I'd been thinking about getting into editing for a bit back then. but was way too intimidated to take the first step. then I heard this song on tiktok and was possessed by the ghost of shannon. and here we are

my heart is buried in venice

I still don't know how I made this one in such a short period of time. but also not complaining. loved putting the opening montage together so much

futile devices

I do. love you. yeah

December:

drawn to the blood

okay this is the first idea for an edit I ever had! idk how close I got to what I had in mind. plus it gave me hell. but it's out there now so!

What do you do about a haunted house.. (600)

a little tumblr ficlet I wrote half asleep because I was so happy I finally felt like writing again I couldn't let it slip through my fingers and risk forgetting it in the morning

so you are tired

my last edit of the year!!!! wasn't gonna post it but a told me to lol. initially it was more buddie focused. but the song is so buck I had to make some adjustments. absolutely loved cutting the song as I please lol

not to get too sappy at the end here but getting into this fandom and getting back into creating and getting to create new things and making new friends has been so so fun. thank you so much to everyone who's read and watched and said a nice thing in the tags and comments 💕💕💕💕💕

no pressure tagging @livingincolorsagain @sibylsleaves @buick118 @userbuddie @confessionseddie @chronicowboy

[dwntwn-strnlo]

SNOW ON THE BEACH chris sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. being from a state in america that has such jurastic weather changes i have an insane love hate relationship w snow but its whatever this was cute

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. christopher sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. "weird but fuckin beautiful."

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? no!

↳ 𝐂𝐖! none!

credits to @rainsoakedphoenix because i wouldnt have gotten this idea if it weren't for their fic "cinnamon rolls" so go check that out!

youre gently shaken awake, eyes opening to find the light from the hallway spilling into the bedroom.

chris' silhouette is slightly illuminated by the glow peaking behind the door. showing how he's leaned over the bed, balancing on his knuckles. a small smile peaking on his lips.

"hey," he whispers, soothingly rubbing his thumb over your shoulder. "I wanna show you something."

you groan, burying your head into the pillow beneath you. "it's too early."

he laughs lightly, the bed sinking as he sits down next to you. running his hand up and down your back. "I know baby, but you're gonna be really excited about this."

turning your head to meet his eyes, you can sense the genuine excitement in his demeanor. which ultimately protests against your want to stay in bed. "okay. . ." you mumble, rubbing at your eyes and slowly sitting up.

chris smiles, standing up and putting his hands out for you to latch onto. pulling you up to your feet and pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "put something warm on."

you raise your eyebrows at him, curious as to what he wants to show you. but you just tiredly nod and grab the hoodie that hangs loosely over chris' chair. following him out of his bedroom.

putting on your slides, you look at the time on the microwave. "chris it's two in the morning." you yawn.

he walks up to you with a teasing grin, "quit complaining, kid." he grabs your hand with a small laugh and brings you to the front door. unlocking it and letting you bask in the sight in front of you.

"holy shit!" you laugh, running out onto the front porch. "its snowing?!"

the soft flecks of snow delicately dance across your skin as you put your hands up in astonishment. the city silent as the street lamps illuminate the thin crust of frozen water. you've lived in los angeles you're whole life and you can't remember the last time it snowed. sure you've seen snow once or twice, but this felt different. magical even.

"weird isnt it?" you laugh, spinning around to find chris walking out of the house.

"it's beautiful." he smiles, walking up to you and cupping your cheeks in his chilly hands. pressing a soft, passionate kiss to your lips.

you beam brightly at him, suddenly no longer feeling tired. the tiny, falling stars waking you up and bringing you to live in the moment. never feeling so awake at such an odd hour in the night.

"thank you for waking me up, i can't believe i almost missed this!"

chris smiles, gently rubbing your cheek with his thumb. "i figured it would've melted by the time you woke up."

"thank you, thank you, thank you." you giggle, pulling him back down to your level for another kiss.

he bites lightly down on his lip in amusement, happy to see how excited you are over the weather he spent his whole life dreading. telling himself to appreciate these things that seemed meaningless to him, but other worldly to you.

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Eddie is frozen for a moment as Buck merges towards the exit. 

“Uh… Chris, we can… We can talk, but… I..”

“We’re like fifteen or so minutes away, okay?” Buck says when Eddie’s words fail him. “Almost there, kiddo.”

“O-okay,” Chris stammers.

“Chris, can you start packing?” Eddie asks. 

“O-okay. Yeah. I can.” 

Eddie takes a deep breath. 

“We’ll be there soon.”

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Of course, picking up Chris causes another argument. Buck expected nothing less. They wanted to take him, didn’t want to let him go; of course they’ll make this messy. Luckily, Chris is sitting outside with a backpack and duffle bag when they pull into the driveway. 

“I left while they were talking in their bedroom,” he says, voice shaky and eyes red, like he’s only just stopped crying. 

Eddie hugs him so tightly he nearly lifts him off the ground. 

“I love you so much,” he says to Chris while Buck carries his bags to the truck. “You don’t need to feel bad about anything. I’m so sorry, Chris.”

“I missed you,” Chris sobs into Eddie’s shoulder. 

“I missed you, too, buddy. I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything.”

It’s not long after that until his parents come out and the arguing starts. Chris gets in the truck, hiding presumably. Hiding, Buck knows, from the mess he thinks he’s caused. But he’s not the only one with a hand in this. And he’s the only one who isn’t an adult.

“You can’t just take him, Eddie!” Helena shouts.

“He called and asked me to,” Eddie says. “That was the deal. Remember?”

“He’s in school! He’s happy here!” Ramon protests.

“That’s why he called me begging?” Eddie fires back. 

“Eddie, this is abduction!” Helena warns. “I could call the police!”

Eddie gapes. “Are you insane? He’s my son. I have custody of him!”

“That doesn’t mean you can steal him!” Helena retorts, voice getting shriller and shriller.

Eddie turns to look at Buck. There’s a plea in his eyes. And it takes a second, but Buck understands his meaning. He can’t be confident his parents won’t do something to stop this. But Buck can. 

Buck nods as subtly as he can. And for the second time that day, he steps forward to manipulate the situation.

“Hey, now,” Buck says, reaching forward gently to rest a hand on Helena’s shoulder. Completely inappropriate and weird, but he’s not sure how else to accomplish contact. “I’m sure we can come to a calm resolution.”

Before she can shake him away, he finds the connection he needs and dives in. 

Buck tries not to focus too hard on her past or what she deserves. It doesn’t matter. Even if it’s the main point of this stupid gift, it doesn’t matter here. What Helena Diaz deserves is far less important to Buck than what Christopher needs. 

He lets it all flow over him. A tough, cold childhood. Strict parents. A sense of crippling loneliness that didn’t go away until she met Ramon, and his big, loud, boisterous family. How quickly that loneliness came back when she started having children, and the husband she loved so much was never around. 

Buck sees Eddie. Over and over and over again, he sees Eddie. He’s Helena’s favorite child. He’s her most hated child. As a child, he is her perfect little helper. Sweet and obedient and quiet. Never mouthy like his sisters. And she loves him so much. There’s a special light in him, she thinks. 

And then she watches it go out. Little by little. Year after year. And she should stop it. The way Ramon talks to him. The way she talks to him. The pressure they both put on him. The amount of time he spends as his sisters’ pseudo-father, rather than a kid. It puts out his light. And Helena does nothing. 

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The next time Eddie wakes up it’s to the sound of an argument. 

“Let me in there, now, I swear to god! I will call the police!” 

“I will, I will. I promise. Just let me explain-” 

“I don’t want an explanation! I want my brother and sister!” 

It’s Sophia. Sophia and Buck. 

This time, when Eddie opens his eyes, he’s a bit more in charge of his own body. He’s in a bed. Much more comfortable than he’s been in hours. Wrapped in blankets. He’s stinging a little. Like his cuts have recently been treated with antiseptic. 

Body weak and aching, Eddie pulls himself upright a little. He’s in the motel he and Buck stayed in last night. In front of the bed, Adriana is pacing back and forth like a caged cat. The hood of her sweater is covering her ears, but there’s a tear in the back of her pants for her tail. Like Eddie had done to his sweatpants. That’s what Buck must be arguing with Sophia about. What will she think when she sees them? 

Eddie clears his throat. It’s sore and scratchy. He must have been screaming. 

Adriana stops to look at him.

“Hey,” she mumbles. “You’re up.”

“Sophia…” Eddie rasps.

Adriana nods, eyes tearing up. “I don’t want her to see me. I… She’lll…”

Eddie shakes his head. 

“We both love you no matter what,” Eddie says. “Plus, she’ll make Buck cry.”

Adriana smiles weakly. “Okay. He’s annoying by the way.”

“You pushed me into Sweden. Forgive him,” Eddie says, scowling.

Adriana rolls her eyes, then turns to the door.

“BUCK! IT’S FINE! YOU CAN LET HER IN NOW!” 

Eddie hears Sophia gasp.

“Adri! Adriana?” 

The door flies open and the only remaining normal Diaz sibling bursts through, frantic and teary-eyed. She sees Adriana, and nothing else seems to to register. She flings herself at her, crying and mumbling over and over about how scared she was, how much she missed her. She doesn’t notice a single Huldra feature. 

“I’m sorry,” Adriana mumbles. There’s a sickly guilty tone to her voice. Like the one time when Eddie was back on furlough, and he and Shannon were driving to grab lunch, and they caught her cutting class. 

“What happened?” Sophia begs. She pulls away from the hug. “I did everything I could to find you, Adri, I swear I-”

Sophia pauses mid sentence as Buck enters the motel room and shuts the door behind him. 

“Uh,” she frowns. “Your eyes.” 

Eddie, sits up a little straighter in bed. Thankfully, Buck has put his pajamas on him. 

“Soph, there’s a lot we have to tell you.”

She looks at him. Sees his eyes. His ears. His teeth. She looks back at Adriana. 

“What the hell is going on with you two?” She demands. “This isn’t funny.”

“No,” Adriana agrees. “It’s really not.”

Sophia’s expression wavers. She takes a step back. She looks between Eddie and Adriana again. 

“There’s a lot to catch you up on,” Buck says, leaning against the motel door. 

“No shit,” Sophia says, voice shaking. “Someone better explain quick, or I swear to god, I’ll-”

“I will,” Eddie volunteers. Because he knows his sister. Knows her spirit. She won’t take this lightly. “Sit down, Soph. This is going to be hard to hear.”

[eddiestightywhities]

okay this is very long and mostly just for me to get some stuff of my chest and out of my head therefore anybody tagged pls don't feel as though you have to read it all (like obvs you know you don't have to but you also hopefully know what i mean lol):

so i've had some quite heavy stuff going on in meatspace recently, and then i went to see i saw the tv glow two nights ago which was beyond brilliant but fucked me up entirely on a personal level. then, just to be a bit (read: incredibly) stupid, i for some reason (read: bc i'm a masochist) decided to delve into reading waaaay too many of my first 'eddie losing his shit over christopher leaving/summer of sexuality queer crisis' fics, which i've not dared let myself do before now bc it's all very close to the bone for me i.e. my own queer (trans) crises—yes, plural, they keep coming—and stuff that's not a million miles away from the shit going on with my eldest son (bar kim lol). why tf my brain chose the worse time possible is just another one of life's mysteries (read: i'm just insane [see above]).

(btw my struggling hugely with issues of repression plus my son hating/not hating me aside, THIS FIC is the insanely brilliant piece of art that kicked off the binge. it's from the astonishingly talented @wildehacked and is one of two parts which are possibly the best buddie fics—or even just some of the best fics, period—that i've ever read. seriously, check the tags and if you're a buddie lover and it/they seem like your sort of thing you should 100% go save/read it/them!)

anyways, after all that i'm now just kind of spiralling a bit tbh aha. i'm not fine, not rn, but i will be fine at some point soon sort of thing. like, i'm okay and nobody needs to worry etc i'm just trying to do one if the countless things that i'm absolutely bloody terrible at which is reaching out. but not because i need anything from anybody it's more just for me to be able to say “i'm going through some stuff right now and i might or might not disappear for a while” because i don't usually manage anything at all like that when i'm in the trenches and instead just retreat into my shell and go radio silent—and the thing is, i know some very lovely people who have shown concern when i've done that in the past and i'm therefore trying to be better. friends old and new alike such as @shealynn88 @sharkfish @greyhavenisback @raisesomehale @doilooklikepeople @woodchoc-magnum @buddiebeginz i'll absolutely be getting back/chatting to you when i'm able to interact with a bit more—well, when i'm a bit more, i 'spose xp

also tagging lovelies @novemberhush for the usually well-loved procrastination tag game stuff and @inell and @kitteneddiediaz (and possibly @veronae-buddie and @daffi-990?) for the WIP games i've been kindly tagged in but not responded to. thank you and sorry! like, i know it's absolutely fine and nobody really cares about stuff like that, but i'm just very much feeling like i need to say these things right now. and more apologies if there have been tags i've missed from other lovely folks; not being round these parts for 48+hrs = horrendous notifs situation (you know how it is).

on the writing front, i don't know if it's both completely dumb and ridiculous to start this by saying, “hmm, i'm unsure if it's related or not?” but as well as everything else i'm simultaneously having one one those Everything I Have Ever Written Am Writing Or Could Write Is Utter Fucking Dogshit sort of moments (like, i know i'm not a great writer—which is not derogatory and just fact and 100% absolutely fine—but i'm usually at peace with the strange little oneshots i puke out, y'know?) which is yet another reason for me to disappear off here for the time being as i sadly have one of those unhealthy irrational relationships with fandom that's like I Don't Deserve To Be Here If I'm Not Being Useful—which i know is dumb af and i would absolutely try to coax anyone else out of if it were them saying it and not me, but alas poor yorick. thing is, i used to be incredibly prolific in making fanart, for loads of different fandoms, and that too has dwindled considerably over the last year or more (god, is it that long?) therefore it's just a double whammy currently with the writing now also taking a hit. and i know, i know, whomp whomp poor me etc etc i just—i fear whenever i disappear, i won't ever be able to make it back... bleugh horrid lol

obviously i can't seem to be normal about anything ever so i'm sorry if this is a weird way to respond to nothing happening that nobody asked about (there is no 'if'; it absolutely is weird but i'm afraid it is what it is) and i truly don't need anything from anybody, i just think me posting this and saying how i'm feeling will probably be doing me a bit of good. honestly, pls feel free to ignore, this is just cathartic for me. but i guess, at the same time, as well as those things, me being on the spectrum means i'm not skilled at keeping friendships going, which makes me very sad, so this is maybe me voicing those fears in an attempt to combat them becoming a reality? i think? it's just that i've already drifted away from too many lovely people here due to the affects of these things and i'm therefore just—i think i'm just really trying in my own odd little way.

anyways i'm gonna go rewatch some sense8 and sob out my own weight in tears and snot and just keep on keeping on with existential crisis #4793 for the time being until something shifts in me and then i'll be back at some point? yeah, i think that sounds about right.

love you guys big much (one of my son's isms from when he was little) <3

ps just realised i wrote this on my buddie blog and really can't be arsed copying and pasting it over to my main @all-or-nothing-baby... so anybody who was wondering, yeah it's me yer boi cassidy xp also if you read this far you're insane and i love you even more for it <3

[pinkestpurple]

Show so good i'm threatening to kill myself

1;2

So this is my season 3 of 911 reaction. I tweet this in spanish and then i translate here, if something dosen't make sense, dont worry, i also dont make sense in spanish.

I dont have a mateo live reaction of the first 3 episode because i was to entertaining. 3x01 is a meh episode, but the other two are such good episodes theres a reason they are iconic in the fandom and i knew about them before i saw them. At the end of 3x03 i was like: "ooh, Buddie angst!" and when Eddie walk into Buck's aparment like nothing happen i put the same face that Buck had. Like Eddie loves Buck so much is insane. There is no way they arent gay!

3x04

"My god this is the biggest fire i ever seen" Chimney you are too funny!

Buck being a stickler of the rules?? i never though i see it

This is episode about sibiling?? They are the worst but also the best

??? Excuse me, Chim and Hen where expecting Buck to get jealous bc of lena?? GIME A NO GAY EXPLANATION

Omg, i love chris and eddie. Eddie is such a good dad!

Why is Maddie thinking she is CW Arrow?? Pls go to a therapist

Buckley sibiling making bad decisions is the theme of this episode

3x05 "Rage" is going to be such a chill episode

Buck cararota, how are you sitting there? Even if you get your job back, do you think you are going to work with them?? They will hate you

oh no! if something happens to Athena's family bc of the racist policeman and Athena keeps being a policeofficer I'm going to be so mad

my god, what i am watching, Athena stop defending the police you more than anyone knows that is a very corrupt institution

Ah! no! why they put this trope in this episode? It makes it look like the police anger and Michael's are both wrong? No, Michael is justified!

Okay please tell me that Lena is not a romantic interest, that's Buck as a girl, AND you put rebel girl as one of her songs?? The only way this works if they are eachother beards

KJJJJ the way they edit the song so is not a lesbian song

In the reaction to season 1 i mention a dimension 20 character and this season is Lou Wilson Pinochio from neverafter, that interpretation of Pinochio blow my mind, bc it is such an injustice that this boy does exactly what every one boy does but he is punished for it

Michael is such a good father, this show is making me sad

"You know how much Christopher misses you?" AAAAH Eddie you are a mastermind. How you babytrap Buck with YOUR son!? Insane

Eddie cantandole las cuarenta to Buck in the grocery store, how is two are not married if this is cleary a divorce?

Lena and Buck are the same person, i could love to see their dimanic (spoilers: they dont talk once)

3x06 Baby supertation!! I love the songs of this show

"And theres seven different kind of beaked goods in our kitchen" Bobby and Buck stress bake, they are literally father and son

Hen buying Buck a cake that bleeds when you cut it, she is just a little shit i love her

Maddie please ask for help, even if you are rigth, this is not normal

"I'm cat" is such a millennial "im not like the other girls" costume. I'm talking about Maddie or Sam Riegel, we will never know

Hen comparing herself and denny with bobby and buck, literally father and son

Eddie is that bad haircut something to do with your divorce with Buck or this a bad decision you did by yourself?

They are so cute together

3x07

No, Athena and Maddie going trough some archives and messing them up is so stress full, poor archivist, i hope you know how to get them back in order

ACAB absolutely counts for Athena because what do you mean you are arresting a guy that reforms himself (something that he could have never done in prision) and he is taking care of kids that now dont have a safety net and will end 100% back on the street, and as adults in prision?? This is revenge not justice, this is horrifying, i hate that this show is acting like Athena is in the rigth, fuck copaganda.

3x08

Okay, i have only did figure skating in rollers not ice but can a sequin do that??

Well i belive the lost fingers thing, even with rollers, that is not something fun

??? Excuse me what do you mean you dont have 3 pairs of socks in your skate? are you insane? no one that makes this show has ever skate in their life

Bobby skater?? like figure skater?? KKKJJJJ i love it

ooh, lena pull a the bard lament card, "what is my mothers name?"

Eddie i think you are a bad friend, i am with her, please apologize i like Lena

I spend the last 30 minutes trying to figure out what is the girl playing, is bach, is like the most know piece, i'm so bad at music

If hen lose her job i swear to god

3x09

meteorites? what dosen't happen in LA? is going to be aliens in future seasons?

Is a lie that no one undestands the refence of "it belongs in a museum", how all of them didnt watch indiana jones? They must be doing on propuse to bother Chim

Eddie doing eveything in his power so Chris grows up to be better than him? im going to cry, he is such a good dad

My god, Athena i hate you, dont you see that your kid is a teenager, that sees you as a figure to rebel against, bc she is a teenager, plus you are a cop, of course she sees you as her enemy, SHE IS A TEENAGER

I love every time they change Hen glasses and earings bc is such a cool way to express individuality when most of the show all of them wear uniforms

This is the buddie kitchen scene??

I scream KISS HIM to my monitor like 3 times now

Buck you should be offer him to fuck insted of fight

"You want to go for the tittle" how is the next scene NOT them fucking???

Like i KNOW they are still not cannon and even knowing it I got excited

This is evil

Radiation? SOMETHING MORE WANTS TO HAPPEN IN LOS ANGELES

Poor bobby, he is like a wet cat of a man

Desmond, Constatine ex, i know you! You go in the list with Finn's Mom, Karofsky of people i recognize

Hen didnt go to work for a few days and everything happend. Really the you didnt went to school and Messi show up

3x10

Buck telling the kids Santa is not real feels so out of character

Eddie's face when he sees Buck with Chris and Denny, please impregnate him

Buck knowing random shit like how marrie currie die, your adhd is showing

Maddie finally getting up from the ice after a year, i love her

noo, dont you care to kill Michael show!

Buck being a sunshine with everyone, jsjsjs, you still feel guilty for the lawsuit?

I knew it, you want to kill Michael, dont do it, he is one of the best dads of the show, this is homofobia

3x11

Eddie and Buck trying to catch a guy hanging from a airplane with spirit of the sky in the backgroung and you want to tell me this show is not a comedy??

Chim you could be an amazing dad, and you are such a good role model, your brother is going to be fine

I dont know what instrument hen said she play, but is traslates to "faggot" in spanish jsjsjsj

Chim:

Omg, i love the relationship of May and Michael, please dont kill him

I wanted to Michael find love but noo, lets just give him CANCER

"I'm not really a guest" we Buck, we now you two sleep in the same bed

3x12

This is 100% a set up that go wrong, Maddie knows something that Buck dosen't

I can't believe that i am saying this to Eddie and not Buck, but please Eddie dont fuck your son's teacher, is a bad idea

Calloway.. i'm still calling you Desmond, sorry

Eddie, this teacher has so many kids all with differents needs, give her a break!

I undestand Buck a yapper with adhd but him just telling everyone Eddie's problems? kind of weird

Noooo, why those this show hate gay man??

I undestand, that they put the scene of the two neighbors like a "valentine's day is for all kind of love" kind of thing so people like me dosen't get their hopes up when they show to the buddie scene but c'mon, why is buck there, could be a scene with carla and eddie but noo

3x13

Show i am having breakfast why are you showing me a woman getting her arm chop by a bowling machine

If they kill Michael is episode i'm going to stop watching this show

Please Michael, i need you to take better care of yourself

"I can say it for the both of us" OMG I LOVE THEM, Chim and Maddie are THE PERFECT COUPLE, i can't

Michael is always the one to put the other cheek, let him be angry, i love that he is compation as a guy but makes sense for him to be angry!

MICHAEL TELLING BOBBY TO KEEP HIM ALIVE, I AM CRYING SO HARD, WHAT A STUPID SHOW

Maddie is very smart, i love that for her, at the same time, what the fuck is going on??

3x14

Chimney overthinking everything instead of calling someone is so me

Are they trying to steal a museum?

I love the chaos of this ep

"She has everything she needs" Buck i could kick you

I don't love how they tell everything at the end but is a good episode

3x15

I'm finally in Eddie beggings!!

Of course Eddie story beings when Chris is born 😭

"¿Por que no me avisaste?" EDDIE DIAZ TALKING IN SPANISH, i love it

Buck loves Chris so much, everytime he goes to the station Buck glues to the kid, never beating the other dad allegations

Oh yes, a story for four graders: how i survive the war

I could not be a firefighter, i couldn't go into the ground for any kid that reminds me of my son

God Eddie was only i little older than me, he should be at the club

I undestand Eddies traumas but Sharon should have castrated him

BUCKS REACTION, I AM GOING KILL MYSELF

Eddie defending Sharon to his parents! I didn't say anything

"He belongs with us" oh hell no! You are not Chris parents, don't you fucking dare! You pieces of shit

"Don't drag him down" pero que hijos de re mil puta!!!

Of course the first person he thinks about when he is dying is Buck

God how much i love Chris and Eddie, their relationship reminds me of how someone (don't remember who) talks about a child being their parents heart, and thats so true Christopher is Eddie's heart. And thats why is weird when someone eliminates Chris in fanfics like that's an integral part of Eddie

3x16

"You wanna do a rope rescue? Of course you do!" Kjjj Eddie don't say it like you didn't cut your own rope last episode and almost die, my brother in christ you two are a disaster

"Our best boys" 😭😭

Buck with the old firefigther thinking he wants a family, if this season Eddie puts him in his will i wll punch my computer bc it means that Buck HAS everything he wants but he dosent realize yet

I'm going to chew cement

Why is Buck talking like he dosen't live with Eddie and Bobby is his old man?? Like babe that's your family

Jeff Blim??

IT IS Jeff Blim

What is this a crossover episode?

Nooo, Jeff Blim don't die

They save Jeff Blim :)

"You are never going to be left behind" "You promise?" I will kill myself

3x17

Why the first plot of this episode, literally Manuelita?

If i invite you, my wife, Chim is going to invite his parther, his parther is going to invite her brother, and her brother is going to invite his... bestie? Okay...

Michael guilty tripping May to do what he wants, classic dad

I know Athena is going to be fine because 911 is never letting go of Angela Bassett, at this point i don't know why Angela Bassett didn't let 911 go

Chim and Karen's friendship is something i didn't know i need it

I love the friendship between Michael and Bobby!!!! They are what homophobes want Buddie to be

Abby?? Omg Abby, Hi!!

Welcome back baby!! I was a little suspicious about Buck mention you again

3x18

I love Abby, I'm so happy she is back

WELL, Abby telling someone Buck stop waiting for her and cutting to Eddie and Buck talking about Chris, C'MON, HOW I TAKE THIS OTHER THAN EDDIE BEING THE NEW LOVE IN BUCK'S LIFE? LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!

Nooo, Chim being sad about Hen leaving him, nnooo

Athena being such a mother and not resting for a second

EDIES FACES WHEN HE MEETS ABBY

Omg bobby how are you still climbing? You are fifty something please

"I'm not Athena" Bobby slap him

Situación tenza como pelo de chancho

YES!! THEY GIVE MICHAEL AN HOT DOCTOR YES! I LOVE THIS SHOW

Buck goofing around with Eddie, Maddie and Chris i love this family

Yes! Maddie pregnant! I can't wait to meet Jee!!

Oh no, what do you mean next season is the 2020 pandemic season, noooooo

I still don't want to watch season 4 even when twitter says is a good season.

Anyways here are my reactions to season 1 and season 2

[itscamel]

my best reads of december 2024

i've taken up the habit of bookmarking fics i loved, so here they are below. all of them are complete, multiple fandoms are in there, same for rating and pairing, so read the tags, and enjoy!!

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A Knew Knife by surveycorpsjean

summary: The rune chews them up and spits them out. Jayce takes Viktor and runs.

pairing: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends)

rating: explicit

main tags: Post-Canon fix-it, Hurt/Comfort

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where forever lies by marviless

summary:

“Let me come with you,” Buck says, practically begging. “Look, I know it’s your son and your truck and your crazy plan, but it’s Christmas, and maybe it’s insane, but I’d rather be with you getting a neck cramp from sleeping in your passenger seat than on my couch alone or begging Maddie to let me sit in on her and Chimney’s plans. And then I can play my road trip playlist and find all the cheapest gas stations and make sure you don’t cost yourself two-hundred bucks by speeding on the I-10, and…it’ll be fun. I promise. Just—” Buck bites his lip and softens his voice. “Just let me come.” Eddie just raises an eyebrow at him and motions to the passenger seat. “Well,” he says, “you better get in.”

or, christopher has a request: to be back in LA in time for christmas. eddie drives sixteen-hundred miles to make it happen (and of course, buck comes along too).

paring: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

rating: teen and up audiences

main tags: Getting Together, Love Confessions, hallmark movie moments but make it classic buddie

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until the end and after by Philyra912

summary: A year ago, the world didn't end. Now it's summer and the cicadas are buzzing, and something is changing. Something is going to give.

pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

rating: explicit

main tags: Fix-It, Getting Together, Post-Canon

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Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home) by HMSLusitania

summary: “We’re here for our grandson,” Helena says. “Chris is still sleeping,” Buck says. “I meant, we’re here to take him back to Texas,” Helena clarifies. “Yeah,” Buck says. He’s too tired, way too tired to be tactful. “Over my dead body.” An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is... missing presumed. While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home.

pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

rating: mature

main tags: Hollywood!Amnesia, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Together

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carefully, I was going to live by fastcardotmp3

summary: “You asked if I was okay,” Buck clears his throat, brow furrowing up and gaze tipping down to the empty stretch of bench between them where Eddie’s hand rests flat across slats of wood. “You asked if I was hurt, and then you didn’t say anything else for two years. Those were— they were your last words.”

Or: Buck still finds out about Eddie’s will after the shooting. It just takes two years in a hospital bed before Eddie can wake up and talk to him about it.

pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

rating: mature

main tags: Slow Burn, Grief/Mourning, Dual Timeline

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in love with every song you've ever heard by timeshareindestin

summary:

Buck is fucking frozen. His mouth is dry, and his brain is blank except for oh no, oh fuck reverberating in his frontal lobe. He can’t answer. He feels the pressure against the metaphorical closet door, the hinges creaking against the weight of the boxes crashing down. “Are those… hearing aids?” He registers Eddie's voice through the ringing in his ears. It takes him a moment before he can finally whisper it out. He feels his head nod against his will. “Yeah.” The door gives out.

or: how a conversation about tardigrades results in buck grappling with a disability he's suppressed, getting hearing aids, and realizing that the family he craves has been there for him all along. in that order.

pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

rating: teen and up audiences

main tags: Character Study, Disabled Evan "Buck" Buckley, Getting Together, The Buckley Siblings Have Bad Parents (9-1-1 TV)

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i'll have a blue christmas without you by rosereddoors

summary: "It would just be a visit- for now. I know that’s not as good as having him home for real, but it would be the whole break, and I know we’ll have to talk to your parents, but—“

Eddie thought he knew what loving Buck was, has always wondered how he could manage to love him any deeper- hasn’t even thought deeper was possible, but today, this moment has proved him wrong.

(or: chris comes home for christmas. it's the best gift buck's ever given him.)

pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

rating: not rated

main tags: Christopher Diaz Comes Back from Texas (9-1-1 TV)(for christmas break), Family Dynamics, Love Confessions

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The Untraveled Road by nekosmuse

summary: Set days after the events in Shadow (1.16), Dean and Sam are trying to get as far from Chicago as they can when an unexpected and yet familiar arrival throws their world into disarray. Dean didn't ask for a glimpse into his and Sam's future, and he's still not sure he wants one, especially not when his future self starts talking about angels and miracles, like either of those things could possibly exist.

"Okay, let's say you're right. Let's say at some point I'm going to travel into the past, meet myself, and then force myself to take a cross-country road trip with myself so that I can find some dude I refuse to talk about. The hell, Sam? Does any of that make sense?"

pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

rating: teen and up audiences

main tags: Time Travel, S1 Dean meets Castiel, Episode Fix-It: s15e18 Despair (Supernatural)

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just from this list, you'll know my ao3 wrapped included a f*ck ton of 'getting together' and 'hurt/comfort' because i'm a sucker for angst with a happy ending

[captainhunnicutt]

9 of my favorite films that I watched for the first time this year!

Thank you to @amrv-5 for tagging me. Kisses.

I have never been one to sit and watch movies. It's annoyed family and friends for as long as I can remember. It's not something I ever set out to do or even think about doing, and when @pomegranate suggested I get Letterboxd, I primarily was going to use it to rate Mike movies and forget about it. Instead, it's helped me watch 34 movies (28 new to me) movies. Picking 9 of my favorites (excluding ones I've seen before, which I think were all Christmas movies), means you get essentially 1/3 of my viewing list. Enjoy.

Memento (2000), dir. Christopher Nolan -- The way this was shot is batshit insane, and I was entranced from the get go. There's nothing I can say that won't spoil the movie. It's one of those you watch it once and your mind gets blown. You watch it a second time to figure out how the fuck you missed so much.

The Mephisto Waltz (1971), dir. Paul Wendkos -- I'm in my lusting over Alan Alda phase, which if I'm being honest, was probably always going to happen someday. This movie did something to my brain. I've been rewired. I was on the dog's side the entire movie.

James Acaster: Hecklers Welcome (2004), dir. Stuart Laws -- I am horribly late to the Acaster party. Shame on me, right? Anyway, if you were ever curious about the type of man that really gets me going - he embodies it. This had me laughing from start to finish, and that's saying something because I'm not usually one to enjoy watching stand-up comedy. I find it funnier when you're in the same room. But this? Chef's kiss.

Will & Harper (2024), dir. Josh Greenbaum -- This year, I have learned a lot. I've learned a lot about people and myself. I wouldn't say I've been "sheltered," per se - but never exposed to a lot and therefore had to fuck up and learn and fuck up some more. This just resonated with me. I can and want to do better.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004), dir. Michel Gondry -- I avoided this movie like the plague, because I hate Jim Carrey as a serious actor. I somehow went 20 years not ever having anything spoiled for me, and I'm really glad I didn't. It deserves the decades of hype.

The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951), dir. Robert Wise -- I love science fiction, but a very specific type of science fiction. I love the trope of some alien being comes to warn or assist humanity. It's overdone, I know, but it's one of the reasons I adore The Twilight Zone as much as I do - and this movie falls directly into that trope. Even if the idea of some being from outer space coming to attempt to save humanity from itself isn't up your alley, the underlying messages of what humanity should do better still ring true today.

Inside Out 2 (2024), dir. Kelsey Mann -- "I don’t know how to stop anxiety. Maybe we can’t. Maybe this is what happens when you grow up. You feel less joy." These two sentences alone absolutely destroyed me. In a year where everything that could go wrong went wrong, in a year of self-discovery and having to come to terms with things I thought I had tucked safely in a box and locked away, I have felt so much anxiety and little joy - and that's okay. It's always okay.

The Hunger Games: Ballads of Songbirds & Snakes (2023), dir. Francis Lawerence -- Fuck me, I'm predictable. I love this franchise, and I love how downright brutal this movie was. Nothing intelligent to say about it. I'll leave you with my Letterboxd review: "'Now I know the whole world is an arena,' & 'It's the things we love most, that destroy us.' It's a shame this movie didn't come out during the heart of AOL Instant Messenger. Those two lines are perfect away messages."

Requiem for a Dream (2000), dir. Darren Aronofsky -- Just... is Aronofsky okay? I legitimately felt like I needed to check myself into rehab after watching this film, and I don't partake in any drugs. It's got this... early 00's color palette that if you were around during those years you know exactly what I mean. It's beautifully shot, but it will honest to God leave you wondering if you will ever be happy again.

If you want to follow along on my movie viewing in 2025, please feel free to add me on Letterboxd. Tagging anyone who feels like doing this.