#and writes “buck” on the side and says “okay last but not least” and buck will jump inside and be so happy that eddie is packing him

[tommygotwrittenoff]

buck is literally going to sit in eddies suitcase like 🥺🥺🥺🥺 because eddies taking everything. eddie is packing up all his belongings except for buck

[munsonfamilyband]

I have no time right now to elaborate too deeply on this thought but I just had a brain worm and I need to write it down before I forget. Who knows, I may elaborate and make this a whole thing with dialogue tonight, we’ll see. TW for depictions of Steve’s injuries post s4, vomiting, gore(?)

Steve refuses medical treatment at the end of s4, they drop off Eddie and he hides in plain site until it’s time to take Dustin and Robin home.

They stop at Dustin’s first, both he and Robin getting out to get Claudia Hugs (I just know she gives INCREDIBLE hugs). He drops Robin off at home with her promising to keep her walkie on their frequency. And then he goes home alone.

He tries to shower, it hurts his feet and back too much. He tries to change the “bandage” but just gently tugging almost makes him black out from pain. So he collapses on his bed and passes out.

Days go by, he’s trying to act normal, like he isn’t always running a fever and his sides are itching and starting to smell under the cologne he practically bathes in. It works for a few days at least, but Claudia gets suspicious by day 3 post earthquake when Steve shows up for lunch with flushed cheeks. 2 days later he doesn’t show up.

She drives over alone, Dustin is at the Wheeler’s, and she lets herself in with the key Steve gave her and Dustin after last summer. She calls his name, doesn’t get an answer but something smells off. She’s a nurse, she recognizes the scent of disease.

She hurries upstairs and finds Steve in bed, only wearing boxers and the filthy scrap of cloth wrapped around his stomach. He’s sweating and has vomited on himself at least twice, recently too. She immediately knows that he is what smells, she can see the pus and blood on his abdomen. He’s delirious, mumbling to himself and part of her wants to shut down and cry, to go cradle this boy, her son in all ways but blood, but she can’t. She steels herself and walks to his bedside to feel his forehead, almost recoiling from how hot his skin is.

As she keeps checking him over, she grabs the phone on his bedside table and calls 911, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder to keep working. When the operator answers she explains who she is, where she is and what’s happening.

It’s a blur after that until she’s sitting in the hospital waiting room and she realizes that 1. her shirt and her hands reek of Steve’s blood, and 2. she’s completely alone in the waiting room. Swallowing her tears, Claudia goes over to the payphone and fishes out some coins to call the Buckely’s. Robin’s father picks up but quickly hands it over when Claudia mentions Steve.

She will never forget the choked off sound of pure distress Robin makes when she hears what’s happening.

Hours pass, Robin had arrived shortly after the call and her and Claudia have been curled up together in the waiting room every since. They haven’t called anyone else, haven’t even thought about it, too worried about Steve. Later, Claudia will remember the other kids who adore Steve, Hopper who treats Steve like a son. But in that moment, still not knowing if her boy is okay, she can’t.

Finally, a doctor steps out, clearly fresh from surgery, to speak with them. She explains that Steve had a very severe infection in multiple wounds, especially the ones on his side. They had to debride the wounds, which is what took so long. He was lucky that she found him when he did and that he hadn’t picked up any truly terrible bacteria. He hadn’t gone septic, thankfully, but he was going to be on seriously strong antibiotics for a while. She explained that he was in the ICU and they aren’t supposed to let anyone but family see him.

Claudia wanted to scream and sob and go find the Harringtons and get them to come see their son, but before she even says anything Robin explains that Steve’s parents had all but disowned him and her and Claudia were both in his emergency contacts, not his parents.

The doctor lets them see him. They have to wear face masks and gloves, but they can see him. Claudia had never seen him look so small. And there, in that ICU room, her and Robin both broke and started crying. That was how Jim Hopper found them when he arrived shortly after, the nurses having called him. He’s wearing a mask and gloves but his eyes are wild and scared. He nearly falls over when he sees Steve.

Steve is unconscious for almost two weeks, though the first four or five days or so were due to sedatives - the doctor wanted him to rest and let the antibiotics work. After he was taken off the sedatives he was moved out of the ICU, to a regular room where other people could visit. The kids came and decorated his room, even brought something Eddie had “commissioned” from Will (it looked like Steve ripping one of those creepy things from that alien movie apart, which she really didn’t get). Joyce brought him the quilt from her couch that he always enjoyed at movie nights and Robin came in every other day with his shampoo and conditioner to wash his hair for him (on days she didn’t come to wash his hair, she would come do something else with him. One day Claudia walked in on her painting his nails and her heart felt like it was melting).

The day he finally woke up was the first day Robin hadn’t been able to come. Her parents had forced her to take a break and get some sleep, so Claudia was there on her own just reading a book. She was so engrossed in it that she dropped it in shock when she heard the person on the bed in front of her make noise. Her eyes instantly went to Steve and she could see him scrunching up his face and groaning.

Claudia was by his side in a heartbeat, gently grabbing his hand and brushing a hand over his cheek, speaking softly to let him know she was there. His eyes slowly squinted open, clearly struggling to get the energy to move at all. Their eyes locked and his mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile at her. Then, as she was watching him with tears in her eyes, he opened his mouth and spoke for the first time in weeks.

“Mom….”

[xtarmanderx]

If you feel like Smut, "Tommy teaches Buck to give a blowjob", Fluff "Buck and Tommy's first dance", Angst "Buckley parents come to town" 🙂

Okay so I really wanted to write snippets for all three. However, because I’ve technically written the first and the last one, I decided to focus on the middle one instead. I hope you can forgive me!! ❤️❤️❤️ (Plus I do think I want to write both of those again in new ways, so they���re saved for future reference!!)

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“Hey, sweetheart.” Tommy’s voice greets him over his shoulder and Buck tilts his head up expectantly, beaming as Tommy’s lips press up against his birthmark. “I’m sorry that took so long.”

“You were his best man, of course they wanted pictures with you.” Buck shrugs and offers his plate. “Crab puff?”

“God, yes. I’m starving.” Tommy says, picking up two and popping them into his mouth. Buck’s not entirely sure he chews them before he swallows. “Make any new friends?” He asks, sliding an arm around Buck’s waist and pressing into his side.

“Jenkins from the 133 is here, I said hello to him and his wife. And-and Gina’s cousin, Tori? She hit on me.” Buck says, feeling the flush rise to his cheeks. Tommy hums, looking across the crowd, and he tips his head.

“She your type?” He asks, sliding his hand indecently lower and groping Buck’s ass.

“No,” Buck groans and swats at Tommy’s shoulder, “I told her I’m a happily taken man.”

“Oh, are you now?” Tommy lowers his voice and gently nips at his ear.

“How many shots of tequila did you do with Sal?” Buck asks, laughing. “Baby, you gotta stop touching me-“

“I don’t want to.” Tommy pouts and nuzzles against the crook of his neck. The soft scrape of his stubble sends shivers down Buck’s spine. “Feel like I haven’t seen you all night.”

“It’s been an hour at most.” Buck rolls his eyes and Tommy hums into his skin. His tongue flicks out, teasing, and Buck has to step away and put a few inches of space between them. “Thomas, I am not getting thrown out of here because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

“Sal wouldn’t dare. I’m the reason he and Gina are still together. Vow renewal was my idea.” Tommy grumbles. Buck’s sure one of those statements is true, he’s just not sure which one. “Fine,” he sighs when Buck doesn’t sway back into his hold again. “At least dance with me? Let me touch you then?”

“Only in public appropriate areas.” Buck grins and Tommy nods, his gaze immeasurably soft when Buck meets it.

“Anything for you, baby.” Tommy says. “You mad it took this long to get to our first dance?”

“Are you kidding?” Buck asks, turning and cupping Tommy’s cheek to cradle it into his palm. “Tommy, I don’t care that we didn’t dance at my sister’s wedding. All I care about is getting a dance with you.” He tells him earnestly.

“Good.” In the blink of an eye, Tommy has set Buck’s plate on the table closest to them and taken both of his hands. “Music should be starting up any minute. The guy was fixing some cords after the announcement.” He says, leading Buck over to the dance floor where a few other couples are mingling.

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, my insane theory that I was waiting for the episode to see if I'm right or not. This is a lot more from the business side of things than something actually plot-related. But the thing is, about a year ago, at some point during the s6-7 hiatus, I made a post about how I thought the show had written themselves into a corner when it comes to buddie basically because the stakes are too high (the post is here but please keep in mind I wrote this before Buck bi and thinking about the way fox dealt with them, and we have since found out something was supposed to happen in s4 and they were censored by fox and we are not dealing with that anymore, I will explain my thought process here tho). But basically, I thought that they were not gonna do buddie because the expectations around buddie were too high, and it was easier to play with their tension forever than getting them together.

Because the thing is, we are talking about a six plus seasons queer slowburn that already has a lot in canon, between Chris, the well, the shooting, the lightning, the fact that they are best friend partners, there's a lot at stake and the correct lead up can make it seem as if buddie has been planned when watching the whole show. And since buddie is already insane, buddie in a romantic setting would have to exceed expectations. There's also the way that since Buck and Eddie work together and are partners on the field, they would have to acknowledge buddie every episode they were both in, something that is not true for madney or bathena, so that means that at some level they would have to be okay with the show being known as the buddie show at some level. The way that buddie has the potential to be the first relationship of its kind, a queer multiseason network slowburn, means that there will be people who will watch the show because of buddie. I know I joke about how buddie will make 911 go down in television history, but it is true, buddie will be placed next to big television love stories, people will teach classes on buddie in film school, so they need to be okay with that focus on the relationship existing and potentially being the thing people talk about when thinking about the show. With season 6 knowledge, I thought that at best they would have buddie kiss in the last 10 minutes of the series finale just to say they did it because I did not believe that they would want to be forced to write buddie into every episode and deal with the external focus on them. Now, knowing that fox blocked Buck bi and with the way they didn't even let Oliver and Ryan stand next to each other, I believe fox was never gonna let buddie be what they could be.

We have different rules now. My thing there is the way that they would have to deal with the external focus on them and to acknowledge buddie every episode, right? Well, they set Oliver and Ryan lose last season, including paired, and they let them say all sorts of things, the I love you to the core, buddie wedding season 10, giving the people what they want, there's no competition for Eddie, Buck fills the space Shannon was support to have, every interview Oliver, Ryan or Tim do mentions buddie, so they clearly don't care if people discover the show through buddie, they seem to be leaning into it even. For example, the first video we got for s8 was a ryliver video. So that part is covered, they are fine with it. So that leaves us with the acknowledging buddie every episode. They are doing that. I think everyone knows I'm doing the buddie supercuts by now (if not you can find the ones that are done here), but I wrote a meta about this, something that happened in s7 that was not true in the previous seasons is the fact that buddie has at least one moment every single episode, 1 we had the whole partnership/co-parent thing, 2 we had the thing at the locker room, 3 we had them finishing each other sentences while moving around each other during the rescue, 4 and 5 I don't even need to say it, right, 6 we had the bachelor party, 7 we had the Buckley-Diaz family scene, 9 we had the kitchen scene, and 10 had all that partnership/co-parent thing again. So s7 proved that they don't care about writing buddie into every episode. 801 has a lot of buddie, my cut of the episode amounted to 11 minutes and 33 seconds, that's 27% of the episode, the only episode they have more than that is under pressure, which is saying something. 802 we also had some buddie squeezed in there even though the episode was about the plane. That was an Athena episode, but we still got buddie. So my whole thing with the post I made this morning was about the concept of them adding a buddie scene even though they started the episode physically separated. And Well, I'm gonna count this as my buddie shoutout. They were together on the plane, and we got that little look at the end.

I think, like Tim said in the interviews for s7, that they are trying to work a little buddie every episode because it is a core part of the show, and that is a way to get the audience used to having at least a little buddie every episode. And I think that's the biggest sign that something has shifted and buddie is cooking.

Anyway, yeah, that's the theory. If you read this I love you 🫶.

[daintylovers]

I need MORE brat!tamer dally. MORE I SAY.

If you feel comfortable can you write like what rules dally gives you to follow? And what punishments he uses? Lowkey dally seems like he’d be creative when it comes to punishments.

That’s all, bye ml!! Have a good day!

u say more, and u shall receive more.

now, for the time, i feel like it makes sense he would have rules he wanted you to follow.

don't go anywhere alone!

this feels pretty obvious and straightforward. because of you're association with the greasers and dally, in particular, you now have a shiny red target on your back. and socs don't care about gender in relation to physical violence. if they would hit a soc' girl, then they would sure as hell hit a greaser. or at least a "pretend" greaser as they would say.

so dally gets more than a little nervous and always keeps tabs on your whereabouts and who you're with. more often than not he's right by your side, or at least in your vicinity. but on the off chance he isn't, he likes to have soda or darry watch out for you. he trusts them most because of how ponyboy is watched after.

when you do break this rule, because you're just a girl, after all, his punishment varies. it depends on how long you were alone and the amount of danger you got yourself into. if it was the quick walk from your house to soda's, a light reminder of why you shouldn't do that. if it's a drunken stumble from a house party (that you shouldn't have even been at) back to bucks place that sobers you up with the chills, you're in for it.

of course, he makes sure nothing happened, but once he gets the all clear he is bending you over his lap and making you count. he doesn't relent either, in fact, he reveals in the tears and jolts that come from you. he aims to leave handprints, smacking your bottom with a little too much force. enough that has you feeling it for the next few days. and even after you're tired out from the spanking, he's drilling into you, spearing you open on his cock. slamming into you with the same force, talking about how stupid you must be to wander off on your own. you babble back to him, incoherent moans only spring him on.

2. if you want to be a jerk, do it in private

we saw the repercussions of this one last time. not only do you get a physical punishment, but then the added embarrassment that comes from knowing that the gang also knows.

it also doesn't help because dally can't keep his trap shut. constantly telling the boys about having to "handle you". it's degrading, you aren't a puppy dog! but that's the point, he wants you embarrassed, so you won't act out again.

3. no smoking.

a hypocritical one, of course. but it's for your own good, he can't have his sweetheart getting lung cancer. but of course, it's okay for him to indulge in the habit. sure he lets you take a puff or two off his from time to time. but you aren't ever allowed to have your own.

so when he catches you in an alley with your good-for-nothing friends, smoking away, he gets furious. he's down the alley in an instant, grabbing a hold of your wrist and yanking you away. your friends are snickering and laughing behind your back as your big tough boyfriend drags you away. he stows you away in the car before zooming off to bucks.

once he's there he makes you sit on the bed and explain yourself. then he asks you to stick out your tongue. he lights a cig and then, when it's time, ashes it out on your tongue. the taste is foul and burns. but you aren't allowed to put your tongue in your mouth until he's finished. what? if you like to smoke so much, this shouldn't be a problem. maybe it will teach you a thing or two next time you want to harm your tiny lungs.

[semperama]

AHHHHHH will you write me buddie for 56 "it brings out your eyes"????????? 😃😃😃

“It brings out your eyes.”

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"Okay, which one?" Buck asks, holding up two different t-shirts, one sky blue and one salmon-y pink.

Eddie sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. He's been perched on the end of Buck's bed for what feels like an hour, watching him fuss with his hair and then rifle through his closet. "I don't know, Buck." He lets his gaze drift down Buck's body for what feels like the millionth time, trying to ignore the way it gets fractionally harder to breathe each time he does it. "The blue, I guess. It brings out your eyes."

Buck snorts. "I'm going to a club. No one'll be able to see what color my eyes are." He tilts his head to the side and grins. "Not that they'll be looking anyway."

"Oh my God." Eddie looks up at the ceiling and says a silent prayer for mercy. "This is why I told you I wouldn't be much help. What do I know about clubs?" Much less gay clubs.

"Come on, man." Buck tosses the salmon shirt down on the bed and starts peeling the blue one off the hanger. "I'm freaking out, okay? Are you sure you can't come with me?"

Can't? Maybe that was a lie. With Chris gone, he has no good excuse to stay home these days. But the last thing he needs is to watch Buck get hit on by random strangers--especially not if alcohol is going to be involved. He wouldn't even have come over to help Buck get ready if he hadn't begged him. It'll be the first time I've gone out since me and Tommy broke up, Eddie. I could really use a pep talk.

"I don't even understand why you have to go," Eddie says. He watches Buck pull on the shirt, tries not to linger too long on how it stretches around his biceps, over his chest. "Is this really a good way to meet guys? At your age?"

Buck gasps with exaggerated affront. "At my age?"

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him. "Last time we went out with Hen and Karen you puked in my front lawn and then complained about your hangover for two days."

"I did a bad job pacing myself that night," Buck says, his mouth twisted into what could almost be a pout. "Karen holds her alcohol better than I do. And anyway, they're older than us, so if they can go out--"

"They go out like twice a year. Together. As a couple. Not to meet people."

Buck's expression darkens. "Yeah, well. I'm not part of a couple, so." Okay. So Eddie fucked up with that one. He sighs, but before he can apologize, Buck spreads his arms out and swivels his torso a little. "Just...how do I look?"

He looks good enough to fucking eat, of course. The shirt hugs him in all the right places. His jeans make his ass look great. He must have found some new product for his hair, because his curls are perfect and soft-looking, begging to be touched. Eddie wants to drag him in by the belt loops and beg him to stay.

"You look great, Buck," he says quietly. Because Buck asked him for a pep talk, and so far he's failed the assignment. The least he can do is try to turn it around. The least he can do is be a good friend, not a selfish, jealous asshole. "Seriously, you're going to have guys falling at your feet."

The smile that creeps its way across Buck's face make it all worth it. He ducks his head, shrugs his shoulders up, and Eddie is stabbed by a longing so intense he's halfway to his feet before he realizes what he's doing and stops himself.

"I'll let you get going then," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets do he doesn't give in to the temptation to touch. "Let me know how it goes?"

"Yeah," Buck says. His gaze is searching Eddie's face. For what, Eddie doesn't know. "Yeah, of course."

Eddie makes it to the door, breath painful and ragged in his chest, before he hears Buck's feet pounding down the stairs behind him. He turns to look, to ask if there was something else, but he barely opens his mouth before Buck is there, one hand on Eddie's neck, the other wrapping around his waist, pulling him in so close it knocks the air out of his lungs.

Then, Buck is kissing him. Desperate press of lips, tongue licking into Eddie's shocked mouth. It's an electric shock, white heat spreading through him, painfully good.

But then as soon as it started, it's over, and Buck is staring at him, wide-eyed. Eddie wants to dive into that blue gaze and drown there.

"I'm sorry," Buck says. "I just--I had to try. I had to know, before I--"

"Buck." His fingers are curled in the back of Buck's shirt, and he curls them tighter, presses Buck closer. "Don't go," he says. "Stay here. With me."

"Okay," Buck says breathlessly. He looks like he has no idea what's happening, and Eddie knows the feeling, but they can talk later, figure it all out later.

"Good," Eddie says, and pushes his fingers into Buck's hair, pulls their mouths together again.

[glorious-spoon]

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [9-1-1 | Buck/Tommy; Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

1.3k words | feelings realization | episode tag

about a week ago i wrote this post about an eddie feelings realization at the bachelor party, so naturally after last night's episode i had to write the fic.

tell me all the things that i wanna hear [on AO3]

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He doesn't remember it right away.

Which is… not surprising, probably. The bachelor party that wasn't marks the drunkest he's been since before Chris was born, possibly the drunkest he's ever been in his life. He wakes up in a bathtub shirtless and so hungover that he wants to die, and then they discover that Chimney is missing, and it's a long, stressful, terrifying fucking day that keeps Eddie way too busy to focus on any of the garbled flashes of memory from last night. Busting down a hotel door and shouting off-key karaoke at Buck and tilting sloppily together while they poured each other shots—stupid party shit that he's honestly too old for. They're definitely going to owe the hotel damage fees out the ass.

But in the end, Chim is okay. Or, if not okay, at least safely ensconced in a hospital bed. Eddie leaves to pick Chris up from Pepa's and he's still there, shooting the shit with his abuela and slowly sipping his fourth Gatorade of the day in the hopes that it'll settle his stomach enough for him to eat dinner, when he gets the text from Buck that the wedding is still on and he needs to get his ass back to the hospital. So he packs Chris in the car, and doesn't fight it when his abuela also insists on coming—Pepa waves them off with an indulgent smile—and doesn't allow himself to be relieved that the short notice means he has an excuse not to mention it to Marisol.

It's a beautiful wedding, in the end. Perfectly imperfect, in the way all the best things in life are. Eddie gets a little teary-eyed when Chim and Maddie slip the rings onto each other's fingers, and he claps with all the rest, and he just happens to glance up in time to see a flash of blue as Buck slips out the door.

For a moment, he considers following, but Karen nearly trips bringing the cake in, so Eddie jumps in to catch her before tonight can turn into any more of a catastrophe than it already is. From there, there's the usual party bustle of divvying up cake and passing out paper plates, and he forgets about Buck for a little while, at least until he tugs Tommy through the door, the both of them beaming like fools and covered in soot in a way that makes it very fucking obvious what Buck just spent the last twenty minutes doing with his mouth.

Eddie doesn't remember it then, either. He snickers while he watches the rest of the room catch on, while Buck introduces Tommy around to the people who don't already know him, and he catches Buck by the arm as he's making his way over to the cake.

"You might want to go wash your face there, bud," he says.

"What?" Buck blinks at him. Then he rubs at his cheek, and looks at his sooty hand, and goes bright red. "Oh. Um. Shit."

"Yeah."

"I was wondering why…" To Eddie's relief, he's laughing. "Well, that's one way to come out to everybody. Right?"

Eddie laughs. "I guess so. You feeling alright about it?"

"Yeah," Buck says. He glances over to where Tommy is talking to Chim and Maddie. Like he sensed it, Tommy glances up and grins brilliantly at him, and Eddie watches something in Buck's expression go soft and warm and pleased. "Yeah. I'm—I'm feeling really, really good about it."

Eddie's heart gives a funny little thump in his chest. He pats Buck's arm, then lets go. "Well, good. Happy for you, man."

"Thanks, Eddie." Just for a moment, Buck turns that soft expression on him. Then he says, "I'm gonna, uh, go wash up. Save me some cake!"

"Sure," Eddie says, but Buck's already gone. He threads through the crowd to Tommy's side, says something in a low voice to him that makes him laugh and Chim put a long-suffering hand over his eyes. Then they're both moving toward the door together, Tommy's hand resting low on Buck's back.

"Dad, can I have another slice of cake?"

He looks down at Chris. "I don't know, mijo, it's kind of…"

"Come on."

"Alright, fine," Eddie says, caving, if only so he doesn't keep looking at the door that Buck and Tommy left through.

They reappear a few minutes later, freshly scrubbed, and Eddie watches Hen hug first Buck, and then Tommy, who looks startled but hugs her back. Then they head through the crowd together toward the cake. Their hands are linked together. Eddie decides that's a good moment to go give Maddie and Chim his congratulations.

He doesn't remember it then, either. It's not until later, when the crowd is finally trickling out ahead of the end of visiting hours and Maddie and Chim take turns hugging a sleepy Jee-Yun before handing her over to Mrs. Lee, that Buck sidles up to him. 

"I'm gonna get going," he says. Then, to Chris, "Hey, Superman. Awesome party, huh?"

Chris shrugs, all studied adolescent indifference like he didn't insist on coming along. "It was okay. The cake was good."

"Actually, we should probably get going pretty soon too," Eddie says. "Abuela, you good?"

She flaps a hand at him and goes back to her conversation with Mr. Lee, and Buck says, "I'm gonna, uh, give Tommy a ride back to the station so he can drop off his gear."

He's blushing again. Eddie quirks an eyebrow at him. "Just to the station, huh?"

"Shut up," Buck mutters, but he looks pleased. He looks happy, the way a smile steals helplessly onto his face when he glances up at Tommy, who's standing by the door with his turnout coat slung over his arm, talking to Karen. Who glances up like he could tell Buck was looking at him, and smiles back.

"I mean it," Eddie says, instead of ribbing him some more. "I'm happy for you."

"Yeah, yeah," Buck mutters, slinging an arm over his shoulders and pulling him into a jostling half-hug. "I love you, man. You know that, right?"

Eddie tilts against him, his nose just bumping the edge of Buck's jaw, and that's when the memory hits him like a bullet, or a lightning bolt, or something equally sudden and devastating.

That couch in the hotel room. Sitting there with Buck's arm around his shoulders and one of Buck's legs flung over his knees—his shirt was gone by then, and Buck had lost his jacket, and Eddie could feel the warmth of his body through the thin tee he had on underneath. He was waving his hands as he spoke, jostling Eddie, and Eddie turned his face toward Buck and bumped his nose against his cheek just like he is now, and thought with perfect, sober clarity, I could kiss him right now. I want to kiss him.

He goes still. Buck must feel it, because he jostles Eddie a little, his warm, stubbled jaw rough against the bridge of Eddie's nose for just an instant before Eddie turns his head away. "Eddie? You good?"

"Yeah," Eddie says. He doesn't look up at Buck. Isn't sure he could stand to see his face, this close: his blue eyes, his soft lips, he was just kissing Tommy, he wants Tommy, not you, and anyway you're not—you don't—you can't— "Yeah, I'm good. Just kinda hoping I never see another shot of tequila as long as I live."

"Oh, tell me about it," Buck says, and finally releases him. "In retrospect, that was so fucking dumb." "Swear jar," Chris remarks, without looking up from his Switch. 

"Put it on my tab," Buck says, ruffling his hair. "See you guys later."

"Yeah, later," Eddie says, a beat too late. Buck doesn't seem to notice, thankfully. He gives Eddie a quick grin and heads back to where Tommy is waiting. Karen hugs him, and then Hen does, and Tommy waves at Eddie, who manages to gather the wherewithal to wave back. And then they're gone.

Eddie rubs his knuckles against his sternum, where a dull ache has taken up residence, then lets his hand and pulls a smile on before anyone can see.

[witheringwidgetwrites]

HEYA, I'm such a fan of your writing, and I'm not sure if you're still taking requests, but if it's not too much to ask, I'd like to request a Leviathan x mc smut shot. I've had this thought in my head about one of your previous posts about pervy!Levi having a folder on his pc of up-skirt pics of mc and I was wondering how would he react to coming home from an event to finding that mc had found his folder and taken some pics herself with some nudes and added them to the folder with a note saying to meet her in her room. I understand if you are unable to fulfill this request 🫶. Much love ❤️.

!!!! thank you so much lovely!!! I hope this is okay!!! This is fairly longer than usual, so lmk if you liked it!!!

CW pervy!levi + afab!MC + 1 dick levi bc he's in human form + levi attempts some dirty talk

The last weekend had been stressful to say the least. Being the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy unfortunately had actual work involved. Leviathan was thankful the weekend of work was finally over, and he could just come home, and honestly, just jerk it to his very-normal panty shots of MC.

The last thing he had expected was to find new photos, some of MC's chest, a few of their ass, very lewd photos, and a short message that got their point across.

meet me in my room

He moved quickly on shaky legs, knocking on your door before he could register what he was doing.

You opened it quickly, smiling at him.

"Come in, Levi."

He dared not to utter a word, stepping inside and allowing you to close the door behind him. He walks towards the side of your bed, standing and fiddling with his thumbs.

"I didn't know you had such," you stepped towards him, shoving him gently so he sat on the bed, "perverted fantasies, you're so dirty."

"I'm SO sorry, MC! I don't even know what I was thinking, I know you'd never be interested in m-" he averted his gazed, you cut him off by straddling him.

"Levi, of course I'd be interested in you. I just wish you'd have came to me instead. We could have worked something out. But I know a way you can make it up to me. ." You trail you finger up his chest, his shirt pulling up with your finger.

"Are you okay with this, Levi?" You smile at him, and he nods fervently, finally looking you in the eye. You feel him getting hard underneath you, the fabric of his pants straining against him. You help him take his top off, feeling the thin spandex against your fingertips as you slide it over his head. You sit on him fully, letting your weight put pressure on his already partially hard erection. You grind against him, hearing him groan while he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. You help him lift it over the top of your head, and you pause for a moment, smiling at him as he stares blatantly.

"C-Can, can I touch?" He continues to stare at your chest in wonder, raising one of his hands a few inches. You nod, and he lays his hand against your skin gently. He gives a gentle experimental squeeze, before pinching gently at your nipple. He continues when you whimper, bringing his mouth to your other breast. You bring one hand between you to palm his erection, the other tugging softly on his hair. He moans at the sensation, the vibrations ticking at your pebbled flesh. You feel the heat between your legs at his movements, and you decide it's time to move on.

"Levi, I want you to kiss me." He's happy to oblige, quickly bringing his wet lips up to yours in a sloppy kiss. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging gently every once in a while, still rubbing against his strained cock. He groans against your lips, bucking his hips against yours. He whines softly when you break away from him.

You push yourself off of him, and bend over to unbutton the top of his pants. "I want you inside me, please," he leans back, lifting his hips up to help you take them off. He's still restrained by the fabric of his boxers, it's a beautiful sight, his pale skin is flushed and his hard cock is barely contained by his boxers, precum leaking, staining the fabric.

"Y-yeah, okay," He sits back up, hands shaking as he starts to help you undo your bottoms, you giggle at him, kicking them and your panties off to the side. The way he looks at you with those puppy eyes makes your core ache and your skin feel hot.

You tug at the waistband of his boxers, bending down to give him a few small kissing down his happy trail. His cock twitches as you do so, whimpes escaping his pouty, swollen lips.

You reach your hand out to him, and he takes it, almost stumbling, you pull him to his feet and you bend over onto the bed, the soft comforter taking some of the pressure off your forearms. You feel him climb into the bed behind you after flinging his underwear somewhere for later. He traces the head of his cock against your slit.

"Are you sure you w-want this? Once we start, I don't know if I can s-stop," he stutters out, still tracing the tip up and down your slit.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Levi." You smile into the covers, face flushed.

He traces your slit, coating himself in your wetness. He pushes himself past the ring of muscle inside you, groaning loudly as he does so. He continues pushing in, little by little until he's all the way inside. He pulls back out slowly, watching how your juices coat him.

"You can move, you won't hurt me."

He bucks his hips, "you're, fuck, he groans, "y-you're really tight," he pushes his hair back, starting to rut his hips inside you. You feel his shaft dragging along your insides as he thrusts, filling you up.

He starts to thrusts faster, closing his eyes and grunting every few movements. You can feel the heat building up in your core, his cock twitching inside you. His balls slap against your skin as he bucks his hips harder, starting to gain confidence with his actions.

It doesn't take long for your thighs to start to quiver, his pace becoming relentless as he starts chasing his high. Your cum leaks on his cock, dribbling down his balls. "Sh-shit MC, you're soaked, d-do I really make you this wet?" You can hear the insecurity quiver in his voice, and you oblige him.

"Just for you, Levi," A small giggle escapes you, muffled by the pillows you just shoved you face in. It seems to spark some kind of newfound confidence in him, and he moves to angle his hips upward, hitting that perfect spongey spot inside you that makes you see stars.

"You feel so," he grunts, "good, so tight, such a perfect pussy for m-me."

You turn your head to speak, "please, levi, fuck, 'm getting close," You gush around him, the hot knot in your stomach getting ready to burst,

"Me too, gonna fill you up," soft moans and whimpers leave his lips as he throws his head back, rutting his hips at an upward angle into you.

"Please, Levi!" You cry out, the knot in your stomach finally bursting as he slams inside you. The feeling of your tight walls contracting around him brings him to his end and he shoots his hot load into you.

"Fuck, MC, shit!" He cries out as he meets his end, slamming into you one last time, like he might not get this experience again.

He slowly pulls himself out, he whimpers when the cold air hits him, and you whine at the empty feeling.

"Was that okay? Was I too rough?"

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Notes: TAKE MY HANDDDDD ILL TSKD THE LEADDDD AND EVERY TURN WILL BE SAFE WORH MEEEEE

✨🍓Strawberries and Cream playlist🍓✨

Warnings: Eddie does have a small PTSD attack in this chapter and im ugly laughing it actually gave ME a panic attack to write so it is short and sweet and will probably not be discussed in the future I apologize if its not a very good scene but I couldn’t take my time on it

Episode 5: Drivers License

“Oh come on, will you just tell me?”

Eddie is relaxing in the passenger seat of Bucks jeep, he’d lent it to you for the night. Not that you two weren’t practically sharing it at this point, you’d drop him off for the day and he’d let you go crazy with it. 

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you,” You tell him for the 6th time. He’d let you blindfold him as soon as you got into the car

“I’m just supposed to trust you? A total stranger? You know you blindfolded me, the least you could have done was take me to dinner first you know. I'm not saying I'm not totally into this but still” 

“Oh shut up” You whack him in the stomach and he snickers 

“You wanna know what else I’m into?” His voice is deep and sultry and it shoots straight down to your core

“You wanna know what else I’m into” you mock him, your voice high-pitched pitched and he laughs at you, reaching over and feeling over your torso. You whack him again and he snickers 

“Hey! Fresh!!” 

“I’m just looking for your thigh, sweet pea, that's all. Again, can’t freakin see remember?” 

You take his hand and set it on your thigh and he squeezes lightly, rubbing it softly. 

“Thank you, brat” 

Your mouth drops open and he can hear the little sound it makes when it does

“Go ahead, fight it.” 

You take his hand and throw it back at him and he laughs at you. 

“You know that’s what I love about you, how irritating you can be” He sticks his tongue out at you and you punch his side, he shrieks and cringes away from you and your mouth drops wide open 

“Oh my god” You poke his side and he jerks, snorting before slapping his hand over his mouth 

“Oh my god!!!” You shout “You’re ticklish right there aren’t you?!?!!”

“No, fuck! No!” 

You poke him again and again and all he can do is scream and laugh, he tries to hold his sides but he’s blindfolded and he can’t stop your little onslaught. You’re laughing gleefully and absolutely torturing him and he’s wheezing trying to protect himself and full-on ugly laughing 

“Stop!! Please! Please, I'm gonna pee!” He’s kicking his legs and sinking into the chair and cackling as you wipe away tears from how hard you’re laughing at him 

“Nah you gotta ask nicer than that!! Beg me!!” 

“Are you shitting m-“ 

You needle his side as he protests and screams again

“Okay, fuck, fine you win, okay!!” He’s trying to catch his breath

“I’m waiting” you giggle in a singsong voice 

“Please Y/N will you stop tickling me” His voice is flat and lifeless and you poke him a little. He jerks again and you snicker 

“That sucked”

“Fine!” He turns to you and you giggle, turning his head so he’s actually facing you 

“Y/N will you please? Stop tickling me?” He makes a little pouty face “Please? I’m defenseless and that’s not fair” He whines a little and reaches out for you pathetically 

You gulp. Okay. That was kind of attractive. 

He leans forward, tilting his head sweetly and you know the eyes he’s making at you, even if you can’t see them. He pouts even more, even giving his lip a little nibble

“Are you done now? Please, baby?” 

Your mouth drops open and he chuckles at the little noise it makes. He sits properly in his chair with a smug little grin on his face 

“Thank you”

Taking care of Eddie over the last week has been nice. He’s an easy patient. Although incredibly stubborn at times, constantly says he can do things on his own when you know- he can’t. 

And it’s kind of cool to be living here temporarily, though the spare bed isn’t getting much use, Eddie claims he prefers it if you sleep in his room so in case he really needs something at night he doesn’t have to get out of bed. He never wakes you though and he holds you tightly, his face nuzzled into your neck. 

It’s been four days since Eddie’s accident and his recovery is going well…just a bit slower than the doctor thought and neither of you are having a problem with that. 

He refuses your help in the bathroom, saying he’s perfectly fine and he is but he turns into a complete baby everywhere else. Especially when it comes to being in the living room. He traps you on the couch with him each time, wrapping his arms around you like he does when you sleep together and keeps you there all day. 

He doesn’t leave your side often which is funny considering it’s supposed to be the other way around. He’s sat on the counter drying dishes slowly just so you can talk. 

It’s purely domestic the way you two are living but all good things must come to an end. 

And they do, on a night when there’s a storm raging outside and the power goes out and you hate the dark and the way it causes you to panic…and a quick flash of lightning accompanied by a jarring bang of thunder causes him to have a flashback, the ones he wouldn’t address, he refused to address 

He knew it was coming, there were signs, signs that he ignored. Signs that his friends…his family tried to point out and he refused to acknowledge them in any way whatsoever and now here he was, losing control on the only person who made it okay again.

And it reminds you that maybe you don’t know everything about him like you feel you do. Because you don’t know how to calm him down in that moment and he’s screaming at you and you’re screaming back and you’re not sure when Buck was called, maybe it was when Eddie knocked your phone off the nightstand, but he’s there now and he’s shoving you out of the room and locking the door and Maddie is there, with a flashlight as she pulls you into your room while you sob. 

And then it’s quiet again. And the storm settles down and you don’t hear Eddie anymore. Maddie lays with you, your head on her chest as she strokes your hair. You’d long since fallen asleep but she stays up for you, watching you. Because she knows how the dark makes you feel. 

Buck comes in, he looks exhausted and worried and pent up and she smiles softly, reaching her arm out and he lays on the other side of her. She’s going to be an amazing mother. 

“Hi” 

You jump at the sound of his voice, it’s the next morning. He looks awful and you know you look the same. He looks… pitiful and it hurts. 

“Hi” 

You grab another cup from the cabinets and pour the coffee, holding it out for him. He walks over slowly, taking it by the rim and setting it down on the counter 

“A-are you okay?” He whispers, his voice shaky and nervous. His hands slide up your arms, as he bends forward and puts his forehead against yours 

“Are….we? Okay?”

“I don’t know…” you hear his breath hitch, his grip on your arms tighten just the littlest bit and you sigh, kissing him softly. It’s nothing like it’s been, this is quick and a bit hesitant. Like you’re worried it might set him off again 

“And yeah of course we are Eddie… I’m not- I could never leave you. You’re my friend…“ 

He snorts and his head falls to your shoulder, you can feel the tears falling down your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck, careful of his shoulder he clearly reinjured. 

“Friends huh?”

It still sounds stupid for you both to say, especially after this last week, but it’s true for now. You know there’s a future here, that’s clear. But… it’s a little more obvious now that there’s more to Eddie than his good looks and flirting skills. 

“Friends” you smirk, pulling away from him. He still holds you, his arms wrapped around you as you lay your head on his chest. He rests his chin on your head and you both just stay there for a little bit while he calms down, his tears drying up. 

“I didn’t….hurt you did I?” He asks quietly and you shake your head 

“No, just scared me. But I guess it didn’t help I was already scared about the power”

“Yeah, I’m… fuck- I should have taken care of you. I’m sorry” 

“Stop saying that” you scold him, worming your way out of his hold 

“You apologized sincerely already and I accepted it. I don’t want to talk about it anymore”

“Are you sure? Because we can… I don’t want you to have to hold onto that” 

The look you give him as you blink slowly and purse your lips. 

“You know what shut up” He smirks, pushing your head away from him. He flicks you off and you whack his chest 

“You got some nerve. Asshat” 

He chuckles, picking up the cup of coffee from the counter and taking a long, slow, sip. He turns away from you, clearing his throat 

“I’ll talk to someone” 

That’s what brings you to today, four days later. A little surprise outing. 

He compliments your new shorts and you roll your eyes at him 

“Thank you”

You’re listening to the directions through a pair of earbuds because you know he’s gonna know where you’re taking him if he hears the directions and you want it to be a surprise. His hand tentatively finds its way back on your thigh and he strokes it softly, enjoying the way you feel under his fingertips. Your soft, buttery skin, the various little bumps, and dips that make up you. He likes his hands on you.

You finally pull up to the drive-in, you missed The Mummy but tonight they were playing The third Transformers movie, Dark of the Moon and you’re so excited about it. You flash the guy your tickets on your phone through the window and he waves you through 

“Okay, we’re here,” You say pulling into a spot on the grass and letting down the windows. “You can take that off now” 

Eddie pulls the bandanna from his eyes and blinks a little, getting used to the lights around him. He chuckles softly and shakes his head, looking at his hands 

“Tadaaaa” You wiggle your fingers then unbuckle your seatbelt 

“I’ll go get us some popcorn before it starts! Do you want anything to drink?” 

Eddie pulls you back into him and kisses down your hand 

“Absolutely not. I’ll go buy it” 

“Hey! No fair this is my thing now! I buy you popcorn and whatever else you want” 

“I’m a damn gentleman, you already paid for the tickets. And I know they were expensive”

You bat at him with your hands trying to get him to stay and he bats at you with his good hand trying to make you stay. 

“Compromise!” You huff and he nods 

“Okay yeah! You buy the tickets, I buy the refreshments!” He opens the door and flicks you off, blowing a raspberry at you as he leaves 

“You’re a child Eddie!!” 

“Your mom’s a child!” 

Your mouth drops wide open and you gasp indignantly, as he walks away laughing. 

Eddie comes back with a ridiculous-sized popcorn and a shopping bag. He hands you the popcorn and climbs into the jeep, setting the bag on the floor. 

“Alright, I got candy, sodas, and weirdly? Mini muffins. Blueberry ones. Oh! And-” 

He pulls out a paper bag and hands it to you and your eyes roll back as you inhale slowly 

“Oh these are fresh aren’t they” You take a completely unladylike bite of the churro and moan dramatically while slumping against your seat “So good” you whimper and he snickers, taking a bite of his own and falling back with you 

“Okay maybe you weren’t exaggerating” 

As the sun sets you get comfy next to him, scooting as close as you both can and leaning your head on his shoulder. He kisses your head and smiles softly 

“Thanks for tonight” 

“I thought we could use it” 

You and Eddie snack and joke as the movie rolls, it’s nice being with him, and had this been a real date it would have been the perfect first date. Maddie was right, this was kind of a romantic vibe. His arm is draped over your shoulder and you’re nestled into his chest now while he rubs soft little circles on your arm.

It’s soothing and comforting… and the smell of his cologne and the grey sweatpants he’s wearing is shooting straight down to your core. You shift a little, trying to ease the heat between your legs but it’s absolutely no use. The way he’s gently tickling your skin just amps you up even more. It definitely doesn’t help you two have been together every waking moment of every day for the last week or so. 

“You okay princess?” He whispers, his hand sliding down to your hip and giving it a squeeze 

“You’re tense, the movies not scaring you is it?” He smirks and you slap his leg, rolling your eyes

“No! What am I a baby? No, I'm just- uh- I need to go to the bathroom” You sit up out of his arms and open the door, hopping out 

“Alright, hurry back. Call me if you need me, Baby” He winks at you and you glare at him giving him the finger and walking off to find the bathrooms. 

There’s not much of a line and you’re thankful for that, just a little cold water on your face and you’ll be good. 

“Y/N??” 

You whirl around, to come face to face with Hen and her wife, they’re holding drinks in their hands

“Oh hi, Hen! Hi… you?” 

“Karen” She laughs, shaking your hand. 

“What are you doing here? I didn’t know you knew about this place. Buck drag you?”

“Uhh… no??” Your voice is high-pitched and you twiddle your thumbs in front of you 

“So who are you here with? You’re dressed pretty cute” Karen asks and you feel your cheeks flush, you shrug your shoulders 

“Oh my god. Oh- you’re here with Eddie aren’t you” 

Hen pulls out her phone and immediately snaps a picture of you. You groan loudly and slap your hands over your eyes 

“It’s just a friend thing!!! I swear!!” 

“Friend my ass” Hen snorts and Karen shakes her head with a smirk. 

“You’re all so invested in their love life” 

“Are you gonna act like you weren’t eating up everything I was telling you when I told you they made out” 

“You told her we made out?!” You yell and people around you look at you like the crazy person you currently are 

“Uh…sorry..” you say sheepishly 

“Of course, I told her, she’s my wife” 

You frown. Cause dang, she’s got you there. 

“So why aren’t you with him now?” Hen wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and Karen elbows her 

“Because I just needed to use the bathroom I just needed to splash some water on my face okay I just needed some air” 

“Air? This is an open field girl” Karen raises an eyebrow “Why did you need space?” 

You groan and spin around, stomping your feet like a child 

“He’s… overwhelming in small spaces okay?! He just- he smells so good and his hands are so big and he’s wearing grey sweatpants-“

“Damn I’ve seen him in grey sweatpants” Hen mumbles 

“Exactly!!! And oh my god I just… I want to- “ 

“Let it out girl, let it out” Karen rubs your shoulder

“I want to rip those stupid sweatpants off and ride that cowboy until the cows come home…and I don’t even know what that means!!!” 

Hen barks out a laugh and holds her stomach 

“And god have you seen his lips?! They’re so pretty, they’re so so pretty I know he’s good I just know it!!” 

“What about his work suspenders?” Karen asks and you practically melt into her arms 

“Please, dear god please don’t get me started on his damn uniform”

“Double cheeked up constantly”

“For no fucking reason!!” You practically scream and Karen loses it, laughing at the both of you. 

“Hello ladies, fancy meeting you here. There you are sugar cube” Eddie comes walking over, his hands in his pockets. Hen elbows you repeatedly and you swat her arm away praying he didn’t hear any of that  

“I got worried” he bends down, kissing your forehead and you stand there dumbly as he wraps his arms around your waist. Karen wolf whistles and you roll your eyes 

“Were you able to use the bathroom?” He asks, staring down at you and you take a second, just staring into his pretty eyes…his pretty face… 

“Y/N?” He hums softly, nuzzling his nose against yours “You’re missing the movie sweet girl” Hen and Karen coo behind you and you flick them off 

“Oh, we can go back now! I’m all good!” 

You all say your goodbyes and as soon as Eddie turns around they make lewd gestures and your mouth drops. They walk off cackling and you stomp off after Eddie. Eddie opens the door for you, helps you in, and shuts it behind you. You smooth your hands over your thighs, watching him walk around the car. He’s… fine as hell. Even when he’s just walking. 

“Okay this is getting out of hand” you mumble under your breath as you pull out your phone, going straight to your health app. You scroll through slowly before groaning and shoving your phone back into your pocket

You’re right in the beginning of your fertile period. 

“So you think I was cute enough?” He snickers as he shuts the door 

“Hm?” You ask distractedly, his shirt has ridden up a bit and you can just see the little happy trail leading to your buried treasure. 

“I was just trying to embarrass you” he chuckles, handing you a box of your favorite candy “but you seem distracted… I didn’t upset you did I? It was just a joke honestly-“ 

“No no!! No, it was funny!! Uh, hilarious! Haha! So funny” you ramble and he looks at you like you’ve grown six heads 

“Are you sure?” He asks, he does look worried about you now and you blush deeply 

“I’m fine Eddie I swear” You lean over and kiss him on the nose and he smiles, his cheeks blushing 

“Alright… if you say so” His finger trails along your jaw, hooking under your chin before he pulls you in slowly, his lips meet yours pressing together softly as they move in sync. He groans quietly, you taste sweet, like those gummy bears you’d eaten. Sweet and warm and inviting

His tongue dips into your mouth, slow and languid and the way he wraps it around your tongue is absolutely sinful. Your thighs tremble as you scoot closer to him and he smirks against your lips. He pulls away a little, just to look at you.

“Fuck you’re pretty” 

“So are you” You whisper. The movie is long forgotten, which not gonna lie sucks a little, it’s a good movie. 

He smirks, kissing along your jaw and down your neck. You gasp softly when he bites down on your sweet spot, causing you to moan. He snickers, licking and sucking until he leaves a love bite. 

“Your shirt is too low” 

He says suddenly, biting and sucking on more exposed skin and your heart flutters under his lips

“W-what?” Your brain is hot and fuzzy, your panties aren’t even an ocean anymore they’re just fully soaked through 

“Need a necklace baby girl” he mumbles against your neck and your mouth drops wide open 

“Eddie Diaz!” You scold him and he pulls away. His eyes are intense, and he licks his lips slowly, looking at you like he could just eat you up and maybe he will… 

“Hm?” He asks playfully, booping your nose all innocently like his dirty ass wasn’t going to take you in the backseat if you’d let him 

“We should watch the movie, you know the whole reason we’re here!!” 

You’re flustered and hot and you’ve never wanted to jump a man more than you want to right now in this moment. He’s just so…Eddie. 

“Yeah, I suppose… you did buy the tickets after all… but I don’t know, I’m getting kind of cold” 

“Oh!” You’re surprised he’s cold at all, personally, you’re ready to rip off all your clothes with how hot you are…for multiple reasons “Here let me turn on the-“ 

“No this is fine” 

He unceremoniously pulls you over into his lap, leaning the seat back some so you’re both laid back together. You can feel him. Those pants do nothing to hide that from you in the least. His cock strains against the material and your mouth waters. 

“There we go! Nice and cozy” he puts his arms around you, cuddling you into his chest. 

Eddie holds you tightly in his arms for the rest of the movie. You shift and wriggle and he just lets you, a sneaky little smirk on his face but he won’t let you go, hell no. 

Eventually, he spanks you. He actually spanks you, right on the butt as you’re trying to climb from his lap for the fourth time. 

“Settle down or I’ll make you” 

There’s no room for any sort of argument in his tone and god is it sexy. Which is just embarrassing the way you stop fighting him almost immediately 

“Good girl” 

You pick up McDonalds on the way home, it’s pouring rain and you can barely see. Eddie watches the way your hands grip the steering wheel, your knuckles are practically white, he’d drive for you if he could, but he’s not allowed to.

“Pull over into that parking lot” He nods with a fry in his mouth as he takes your phone and starts typing “You can barely see any way it’s not safe”

“You’re not safe” you mumble, as you pull over and park in the empty parking lot. He’s not wrong, you can barely see anything in front of you. He sets your phone back on the dashboard and gets out of the car

“Eddie?! What are you doing?!” You yell over the rain when he opens your door 

“Making you relax”

He takes your hand, pulling you out into the rain with him, he leans back into the jeep and cranks the volume. You look up at the sky as you step out, letting the large drops soak into your skin. He walks you in front of the headlights and bows 

“Can I have this dance?” 

You hear the beginning notes of the song playing and you immediately melt, looking down and giggling 

“Yeah” 

He carefully wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest as he holds your hand in his. You rest your head on his chest and dance with him in the rain, the song isn’t very long but you’re both soaked through by the time it ends. He pulls off his sopping wet shirt and tosses it to the front of the Jeep and you blush, your hands slide over his chest and rest on his shoulders and he smirks 

“That’s it? Not gonna get handsy?” He takes your hands from his shoulders, putting them on his torso and you groan, letting your head fall against his chest 

“Quit it!” Your cheeks are flushed as he slides your hands over his chest, letting you feel him up and you’re trying so hard not to enjoy the way his body feels underneath your fingertips

“But I’m cold and your hands are so warm” He pouts, and you laugh at him, pulling your hands away 

“You’re being such a fuck boy right now. You know you almost had it too! Dancing in the rain and everything!”

His head falls back as he laughs and you take the second to just… enjoy the way the rain falls over his body. The little droplets you just want to lick off his body, you almost wish you could take a picture of him just like this. 

“Did I ruin it?” he asks sincerely, with a sweet smile on his face as he looks back at you, and you melt under those gorgeous brown eyes 

“Nah, I don’t think you could even if you tried” You put your arms around his neck and he surprises you by lifting you up and walking you backwards 

Your back hits the front of the jeep as another song starts to play, he holds your thighs, sliding his hands up a bit so he can hold your ass. His lips find yours automatically 

You moan softly into the kiss, your hands settling around his neck. He grins and shakes his head, pulling away and kissing down your jaw

“I love that sound,” He says, his voice low and seductive in your ear so you can hear him over the heavy rain 

“I don’t know if I can wait anymore Y/N”

“What does that mean?” You let your head fall back on the Jeep as he kisses down your neck and over your breasts, you dizzily watch him leave even more hickies, he’s making a little heart out of them and your hips move on their own, grinding against him. He looks up at you with a little smirk, watching you desperately try and get off against him. 

“The next time I get you in bed…any bed I’m going to make you want me as much as I want you” 

“I already do” you pant softly “And I thought we agreed no sex” 

“Oh we did…and I still agreed. But it’s just messing around…s’ not really the same thing if I don’t put it in baby” 

You laugh breathlessly because that’s such a childish way of making you do that… and he’s not really making you is he? Because god the way he’s kissing you, you’d let him take you in the backseat if he asked

“Well since you’ve made such a great argument” You purr softly, scrunching his wet curls in your fingers. He chuckles as the water falls down his face and he kisses your nose 

“That’s my good girl” 

“You really… really have to stop saying that” you sigh as he carries you over to the passenger side door and opens it. The rain has finally settled down some and you guys can probably drive again. He sets you down and you blush, looking down at your legs and shrugging. He pulls your soaked shirt over your head and rings it out as best he can

“And why’s that hm?”  He reaches in and turns on the heater, his body is so intimidating as he leans in close to you. Your heart pounds in your chest as he turns down the stereo and stands back in front of you 

“Just um… you just have to” you say, twiddling your thumbs. He looks at you curiously then bends down to your height so he can face you 

“What’s wrong? You don’t like being called that?” 

“Nooo…no it’s uh- it’s not that…”

“Oh?… Ohhh” he says quietly, Standing up and tilting your chin up to face him. A shit-eating grin on his face. You groan quietly and roll your eyes, he chuckles and boops your nose 

“I’ll remember that one pretty girl” 

He drives home, even though he isn’t supposed to. The heater blasts as he holds your hand, enjoying the way you play with his fingers shyly. How you’ve both ended up in this Jeep almost naked twice he’ll never know… he’d have two nickels though 

“He’s gonna kill us if we keep getting these seats wet” He jokes as he pulls into his driveway, he looks over at you, leaned back in the seat, almost asleep and he’s crushed his shoulder is hurt and he can’t carry you in like he wants to. 

“Hey… Wake up sugar cube we’re home” He gently rubs your thigh, but you don’t really come out of it much. He helps you stumble into his house, guiding you to his bedroom. 

He grabs a shirt from his drawer, watching you sway on your feet a little. Chuckling, he quietly puts the shirt over your head and places a little kiss on your forehead. It’s a little awkward but he doesn’t want you getting sick, he reaches under the shirt and takes your bra off, setting it gently on the dresser to dry. 

“This is gonna be a little uncomfortable” He mumbles before he reaches down and does the same with your panties, just tossing them into his hamper out of the way. 

“Alright, come on sleepy-pants” 

He walks you over to his bed and pulls the covers back, patting your butt and urging you to climb in. He tucks you in and smiles a little when you snuggle into the covers and let out a calming sigh. He goes to get changed into his pajamas when you whine a little, reaching out for him

“I have to go change” He bats your hand away “Unless you wanna see me naked I have to go change in the bathroom honey”

You manage to find the edge of his boxers and hold onto them, tugging a little

“Oookay... I guess I’m staying” 

He puts his hands on his hips, looking around for something to make this as easy as possible. It’s not that he doesn’t want you to see him naked, because he would drop his boxers in an instant if you asked. But you’re clearly not thinking straight right now… 

“Okay well, guess we just gotta get this over with” 

He drops his boxers quickly, hiding his cock with his hands, and reaches for a t-shirt. He covers himself up with it and reaches for a pair of dry boxers 

“Mmmm nice ass” You mumble and he snorts loudly, looking down at you. Your eyes are heavily lidded as you blink slowly, your lips slightly parted 

“Thanks, it’s natural” he snickers as he pulls on his boxers finally. He pushes you back a bit and you scoot slowly, making enough room for him to get in with you. He puts his arms around you and you snuggle deep into his chest, inhaling slowly

“Smells nice,” You say and he smiles, liking the feeling of your soft breaths against his chest 

“Thank you again… Go to sleep pretty girl, I’ve got you” 

“G’night Eddie” You mumble into his chest, he runs his hand over your hair and kisses the top of your head

“Goodnight Sugar Cube”

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Here’s some morning angst for BuckTommy:

Imagine the days and weeks after Tommy breaks up with Buck.

Buck wants to reach out so badly, but he doesn’t.

Because he doesn’t know what will happen if he does. What if Tommy stays firm on the breakup? What if Tommy never actually cared about him?

What if Tommy knew from the start of that they wouldn’t last but was happy to string Buck along?

Buck doesn’t believe it for a second, but his inner child reacts, reminding him that he’s failed once again and is left behind.

He thought Tommy had been a sure thing. Someone he could always depend on showing up for him.

Well, in the weeks after, that inner voice grows louder. The more time that passes, the more abandoned and depressed he feels.

He really thought Tommy had been the one. The way Tommy went along with the dead outlaw charades. How he took care of Buck when he dislocated his shoulder. Had Tommy done all that while knowing he didn’t plan on staying long?

Six months.

Six wonderful months with the most beautiful and courageous man he had ever met.

But now it’s over.

The longer time goes on without word from Tommy, the more Buck convinces himself that no one else would want him. It’s been proven, right?

Everybody leaves, eventually.

He feels so alone. Even though he’s surrounded by friends and family, it doesn’t stop the ache in his heart.

No one even notices how truly hurt and devastated he is.

Six months with the man he loved, and in the end, he still ended up alone.

He stops baking. It only reminds him of Tommy.

He contemplates running away and starting over, but it’s only a brief thought.

No.

He refuses to do the same thing Tommy did. He’s not going to run. He’s going to face his fears.

Not literally.

He writes Tommy a letter and sends it through the mail.

As soon as he drops it into the mailbox, he lets Tommy go.

It hurts.

It really hurts.

But he can’t control Tommy’s thoughts or actions.

He can’t heal or help Tommy. That’s something Tommy has to work through on his own.

He lets Tommy go, starts therapy, and tries to rationalize the breakup by viewing it as experience.

When he starts dating again, he’s cautious. A little too cautious.

But he embraces himself because if no one else will love him, then at least he can love himself.

He goes to multiple Prides wearing the bisexual flag.

He starts frequenting gay clubs that are far enough away from Tommy so he won’t accidentally run into him.

The pain is still there, but it’s duller now.

He doesn’t panic anymore when someone shows serious interest in him. He learns to trust people again.

He refuses to let future partners pay for the mistakes both he and Tommy made.

Yes, he owns up to his part. He went too fast and screwed things up, but never had he imagined that Tommy would permanently end things.

Months go by.

Buck breathes a little easier.

He knows he’s going to be okay.

But one day, he opens his door to leave and sees Tommy standing on the other side.

“Can we talk?” Tommy asks.

A small smile forms on Buck’s lips.

“Of course,” he says and lets Tommy in.

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Alright okay Guys hear me out and picture this.also, apologies for the trash writing. I make many mistakes 😭🥲 but I tried

Buck is heartbroken and angry because the man he is falling in love with..the man he is in love with him just left him ....he got left again and his best friend ...well he can't help this time he also thought buck was being a little impulsive with asking Tommy to move in when he owns a house and it being only 6 months..he isn't letting Buck just be sad he is telling him that while impulsive if he really loves him and he really is the one to not let Tommy go .....to fight for him....he should go to him and fix this because Eddie thinks they are it for each other.......But buck Doesn't want to FIGHT why should it be him who is fighting for them he didn't break up with Tommy, NO Tommy left him and It HURTS

Buck decides to cope in a way that he never really does because he isn't the runner, at least not anymore since moving to L.A. and being at the 118, but while he has changed and become a better version of himself, he will always have the Buckley genes, and sometimes they win. So Buck decides to run ..well, at least metaphorically he runs from the sadness that he has felt for the last week since the breakup because it won't go away and he doesn't know why ....Abby, Ali , and Taylor the sadness only last 3 days at the most before he had enough and coped but he can't cope right now and Nothing Bobby, Eddie, Hen or Chim say will help they all feel worried for him and sad but they also keep telling him to reach out ....But no ,why should he not even Maddie helps he won't talk to her She is Pregnant again ...and he doesn't want to stress her ....he is scared to he left again ....so he runs from feeling anything about Tommy and that means to forget him.

Buck Grabs a Black Garbage Bag and cleans his apartment. Anything Tommy left goes in the bag. His charger, his clothes from when he slept over , his extra toothbrush, the shampoo he keeps there for after shifts or morning afters all their pictures ...the memories ..Tommy's old 118 hoodie that buck stole because it smelled like Tommy and he loved having Kinard spelled on the Back ...God. He gets rid of Tommy special coffee and throws in even the plants Tommy thought Buck would love since Flowers die too quickly he even throws in the Lakers Tickets because he hates basketball and only watched it for Tommy and once he thinks he has everything in that bag he ties it and goes to his door Grabs his keys and the spare for Tommy's house and leaves .......He drives to Tommy's because while his plan is to forget he doesn't want to not yet so he is secretly hoping to see him one last time, to hear his voice to ...to just Talk because he ignored the 5 calls buck made that night...He drives for 40 minutes to Tommy's home and he knows Tommy is off shit they had Synced Calanders for the last two month's until last week when he stopped synching ..He drives and when he gets there he Sits in his car in Tommy's driveway next to his Truck and sees the TV on ....and the small lamp on the side when it suddenly turns off he gets out Grabs the bag and walks to the door and knocks ...waits...and knocks he sees the light on the side turn off and hears something from the other side So after 15 minutes he Bangs on the Door and Yells because the Hope is Gone , the Sadness was pushed to the side because Fuck Tommy isn't even brave enough to open the door so all that left is anger ....Finally Tommy opens it and he looks Terrible he has has on a old t shirt with stains and red eyes that look like he hasn't slept but ...buck is already running so he pretends he doesn't see it ..he holds the bag out for Tommy but he won't grab it and Buck is losing his patience when Tommy starts to apologize that he doesn't have Bucks stuff he hasn't had time to put it together for him ..but he can get him his key first ..and he will give his things to him after his shift tommorw he turns around to walk to his coffee table to grab the keys only to freeze when Buck says not to bother he changed the Locks and it's unnecessary.. Tommy tries to lighten the mood pretend it all okay tries to thank him for bringing his things jokes that buck knows he has extras here and that He hopes his hoodie is in the bag since it's his favorite but its okay of he keep it cause its Evans favorite too ...but buck has already started to run.. so he doesn't feel anything at the moment, and he doesn't want to talk ..not anymore so he grabs the bag he brought turns without saying to anything and walks to the garbage bin Tommy keeps by his garage throws it in then proceeds walks to his Jeep and only turns to the Tommy ..who looks confused, guarded,...scared ? It doesn't matter he tells him that he doesn't need any off his stuff he left to just throw them out, and it isn't anything that he can't replace ... he gets in the jeep and leaves pretending that he didn't see Tommy staring blankly at his bin with something in this eyes pain...? Tommy hurt HIM, left HIM with the pain ....with the memories ,he pretends not to see tommy walk to the bin in the review mirror.....

Back in the Bare looking apartment he has three misses calls from Tommy he doesn't bother to call back just deletes them ignores the messages just deletes them and blocks his number goes on his socials removing Tommy from everything even all their pictures , removes months pictures that show a hint on tommy even just a hand ....erased him . Buck seems normal "happy" even everyone is concerned buck isnt acting like himself but if anyone even tries to talk about Tommy or his coping he turns around and just walks away acts as if he didn't hear anything...he isn't be reckless or sleeping around he isn't even going to hard as the gym no buck is more Smiling and joking around he is making safe choices during work not even a hint of him toeing the line it's like everything that made buck well buck was gone they haven't even heard new facts not a peep of current fixations and no one knows what to do with that of they try to talk to Buck he gets anger bursts explosive in a way because "wtf are you complaining about that I'm too normal like wtf I can't win" so life keeps moving then it's stops because after Four months Buck dissappears leaving a empty apartment and a note

" Before L.A. .. before the 118, I think I had a home ...this isn't goodbye .this is i will see you soon. I have to find what I'm missing. I'm sorry"

....Buck is 4 months pregnant, so he does what the Buckley do best he runs. Buck had to run its all he knows and what through his mind because he has been dying on the inside his hormones his heart they don't let him breathe he hates Tommy for leaving him he thought about telling Tommy 3 months ago only 2 weeks after throwing his stuff in the Trash but just the thought made him sick and angry ...scared. really his hormonal distress wont let him make a decision he has fought for 3 months to not leave earlier to try to get better enough to tell Tommy the truth but...he isn't coping and he is scared and feels alone this isn't something the 118 ,or Maddie can help him Fix because like Margaret Buckley ...like Philip Buckly his parents (men can also develop ppd) he is struggling with PPD theirs was untreated after his birth..after Daniel they ran their attempte at therapy ended once learning this unfortunately like them maddie struggled with PPD and ran to protect jee .the Buckleys ..he is scared because he didn't even know he could have kids after losing Jamie..his ...his baby boy who was a still born due to trauma of being hit by a drunk driver caused Evan (yes Evan I switched it) to lose his beautiful baby boy and Fiance....The trauma of losing his loves while having already been struggling with the pregnancy it was all too much for His brain to handle that it just shut off repressing those memories to protect Evan the extent of his injures didn't help requiring him to be induced into a medical coma for his body to heal and once he awoke he forgot about his loves, they were bruried so deep that his brain created false memories the loss was too much the family they made they couldn't tell him the truth scared they would lose him permanently if they tried to force those memories they played the part Evan unknowingly gavd them even if was hard. Caleb was ..his first love and Fiance..no one compared to him none of the girls before him mattered he was everything to evan he was excited for the life they were going to build with there sweet baby boy he hates that he forgot him he even forgot he was bisexual until Tommy and he didn't know why ...Tommy unintentionaly triggered something in buck and being in love with another man after remembering felt wrong "I'm your first but not your last " those words another trigger " my first and always" keeps plays in his head like a broken record they were each other first loves, first boyfriend, they were always each others first choice and priority and their growing family would have also been their "first and always" once again tommy helped evan discover something about himself .....for 3 months Buck had been in limbo with memories that have been killing him that he ran. L.A scares him ..to much has happened leaving pain and trauma he felt misplaced so he ran to find to look for what was home again ....run to find answers for more missing memories runz from the pain of losing Tommy from loving him more runs to protect him self and his baby, runs to protect everyone if Evan doesn't make it this time....male pregnancy's are high risk most men who survive their 1st pregnancy rarely get pregant again and even rarer ...survive ......so he runs because not having this baby isn't a option....he runs to a place he thinks was once called home where he thinks ....he once felt happy being he runs home for answers leaving everything he built his new home and the family he made there he leaves the people who fall into shambles when they find there Sun gone .

Man Pulls a A Meredith guys

Tommy has been in hell for the last 4 months, and he regretted leaving Evan the moment he stepped out but was too much of a coward to turn back and when Evan brought his thing only to throw them away ...it broke him more once he saw all the memories inside in a garbage bag ...it's why he couldn't grab it he was too scared to see inside everything he threw away he never once fought for anyone since ending things with Abby a woman he loved and cared about but never in that way ....He has looked for something real only to be disappointed on never being someone's last choice..he let it happen and slowly broke because he never fights why should he ..until Evan.....for a minute he decided to fight only to be blocked and erased from Evans life....he left first this time ....and he lost someone who felt like forever and he didn't even get to fight because he was too late but after 4 months ......He can't move on so he decides to for once to actually fight for himself and for someone for Evan "Buck" Buckley his literal sun ...but when he when he finds that man who changed his whole world in 6 months is gone ...well he decides to chase ....something in his soul is telling him so go beyond the limits to find him or he will regret it so he goes to find him......he decides to take their friend Steve for the ride (eddie guys it's eddie )

https://youtu.be/3Wq6AHvesYg?si=r-2R4nElSnXljmSy

ALMOST FORGOT THIS IS what TRIGGERED MY IDEA WHILE AT WORK

Imagining a pregnant buck singing in a cafe to two adorable kids after a disaster (he adopts them ) to comfort them since he can't do much else to help but calm the kids being 7 months pregnant and while he sings while rubbing his belly and it s song Tommy would sing to him when he had nightmares from all his disaster trauma and one that.. plot twist his late Fiance sang to him and their baby and the song is what really started to trigger Bucks feelings and memories

And that's all I got this terribly written and most likely filled with so many mistakes. Story idea someone fix it and write for me please I'll pay in the only penny I have to my name 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

Not my Song and not my video all Right belong to Travis Atero from his YouTube isn't his voice great

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Omg, I am so sorry it took me so long long to respond to this. I've had almost no time this last week for any kind of downtime 😭😭😭. Please accept this nice little chunk as an apology:

So he swallowed his nerves and started typing. Hey Tommy, this is Buck. I just wanted to say I'm sorry again about last night. He read it over, trying to evaluate his message. It seemed like a safe enough opener. It wasn't like he'd be taking any real risk by sending it through. For a moment, he felt that same mix of push and pull he'd felt the night before at the bar. The battle between his instincts to follow wherever Tommy would lead him, to take anything Tommy would offer, and the rush of fear and uncertainty he'd felt that everything was too much, all at once. The sense that he'd been about to open a door without any guarantee that he was ready for what was on the other side. He wasn't going to let fear win again. He pressed send. Then immediately closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket. With any luck, Tommy would be too busy to reply just yet, and Buck would have another few hours before having to go through all of that all over again. The waiting might be bad, sure, but at least the ball wasn't in his court. He'd just managed to open his laptop and type in his password when he felt his phone buzzing against his leg. So much for a shot at peace. His heart was hammering at a hundred miles a minute, and he didn't even know it was Tommy texting him back, yet. For all he knew it was just spam. But...no. It wasn't spam. No need to apologise, the message read. Buck waited with baited breath as he watched those stupid, gut-wrenching three little dots bounce up and down as Tommy kept typing. Then more words popped up on his screen. Are you okay? Buck snorted out loud, and shot back a message without thinking. That's the million dollar question, isn't it? He was tempted to leave it there. Surely he'd already been brave enough for one day. But he wanted - needed - to talk about everything. And he wanted to talk about it with Tommy. He typed his next message out slowly, more purposefully than the last. He hoped that Tommy had something else to do and wouldn't notice how long Buck had spent typing. It's just that I've never hooked up with a dude before. He almost shuddered when he re-read the message. Swapped out 'dude' for 'guy', and then 'man'. Closed his eyes hard, so hard it hurt, as though that would help anything. And strongly reconsidered his choice of the words 'hooked up'. But then, what else would he say? That he's never met a man that he's wanted so badly before? That he's never kissed a man before, never been so intoxicated by a single kiss that he followed said man into a bathroom stall and almost immediately fallen to his knees and - and... It was the memory of kneeling on the bathroom floor, completely frozen, his eyes locking on Tommy's as if in silent plea, that had him pressing send again. Before he could even steel himself for a response, he was interrupted by the ringing of the school bell signalling the end of recess, and just moments later, the sound of shouting coming from down the hall. He heard a crash that was almost certainly chair being thrown across a classroom. And then all hell broke loose.

I'm having a lot of fun with this game and finding it really helpful, so I figure I may as well keep it open as long as people want to request things for.

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TW: Mentions of abuse

"What is this?" Eddie questions as Buck places a brown file in front of him, not even saying a word. Buck had barely spoken to him for the past week and Eddie knew that he was treading waters, that he had really messed this one up even if it had been with the best intentions. "Well, since you're so interested in putting your nose where it doesn't belong, open it and find out" "Buck, look, I'm sorry. I know that I shouldn't have-..." "Just read it. Or at least just look it through" Eddie flips through a few pages and soon concludes that it's Buck's medical record. There are x-rays, doctors' notes, and treatment plans that looks like they weren't followed. "I think this one is the most interesting" Buck stops Eddie from flipping and Eddie notes the date - a week before Buck was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon. "What is this?" Buck shifts from angry to nervous to visibly upset before he explains. "My biological father threw me out the window for being home five minutes past curfew, broke my wrist and forearm. So-..." Buck exhales sharply. "I decided that I had had enough and I tried to kill him"

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"I uhm-... I'm sorry, lieutenant" "No, you're not, Buck. And we both know that you're only sorry because your friends aren't here to bail you out of trouble" Eddie grins, baring his canines and watches Buck faltering as he holds onto his wrist. "You're right. I'm not sorry" "That's better. So tell me, what are you gonna do to make it up to me?" Buck's cheeks become more and more red by the second as he places his hand on top of Eddie's half-hard cock and gives it a firm squeeze, biting his lip in anticipation. "Are you looking to get caught, probie?" Eddie questions lowly and Buck lets his hand ride down Eddie's inner thigh. "Fuck me in the bathroom" "Oh, you think that you can make demands?" Buck gulps and shakes his head a little. "Will you please fuck me, lieutenant? I deserve to be punished" "That's more like it. Be a good boy and go to the bathroom and wait for me"

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"You try telling that to whoever'll be reading our mission report. Everyone saw what happened out there. I failed my team and I failed you, Buck" Buck can't help but to notice that this is the first time that the sergeant doesn't use his full last name but rather the name that everyone knows him by. But it doesn't feel like the right time to point it out. "I'm okay, Eddie" Buck puts his hand gently on Eddie's shoulder, feeling it slowly ease up as he touches him and Eddie just nods slightly, smiling briefly. "I know. I just-..." "I'm okay. So is your team. Jackson will be okay too, you know?" "Okay. Thank you" "No need for 'thank you's', sergeant. We're all here for the same reason"

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Once Buck slots the key to his motel room into the lock, it beeps and clicks open and it quickly earns him a firm set of hands on his hips, almost pushing him inside. "You're that eager, huh?" Buck murmurs as he reaches backwards, his hand landing on the side of Eddie's stubbled jaw. "Hmm" Eddie spins him around in a shift move, his fingers effortlessly unbuttoning his shirt in front of Buck, exposing his chiseled and slightly sweaty chest. "Eager doesn't begin to cut it, darlin'" The Southern drawl in Eddie's voice making a clear appearance and Buck is pretty sure that he was to simply close his eyes and listen to Eddie talk to him, he'd be coming in his pants within minutes.

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[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

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finally back with alive shannon! still not done with the conversation I'm stuck at, but just left it for now and gonna circle back later (and I can't even begin to tell you how much it bothers me that i'm not writing in order now omg) but small progress is happening so yaay! haha here's something from ch3 - buck's pov - it's a longer snippet that I literally just wrote so it's rough but it's something at least haha

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“Buck!” Christopher exclaims, noticing him first, and he hears rapid footsteps and crutches hitting the floor.

“Hey- shoes!” Eddie sighs heavily, and Buck just knows he’s shaking his head.

“Hey, bud.” Buck smiles, finally turning away from the TV, giving Chris a hug. “How was school?”

“Okay.” he shrugs. “Hi, mom.” Chris adds, turning towards Shannon to give her a hug as well. “How are you feeling?” he asks quietly, concern in his voice, and Buck’s heart melts. From the look on Shannon’s face, so does hers.

“Better.” she smiles, running her hand through his curls with the softest expression on her face, just full of pure love. Buck’s so happy they get to have this, both Christopher and Shannon, that they get this time together they so obviously needed and missed. “Buck’s been keeping me company while waiting for you.” she adds, grinning at Buck.

“What are you guys watching?” Eddie comes closer and sits in the chair, gesturing for Christopher to come over to him, and then helps him out of his shoes. He’s glancing at the TV, probably trying to guess if he knows the show. 

“It’s just this telenovela your abuela was obsessed with a couple years ago.” Shannon shrugs, lowering the volume. They’ll have to rewind and see everything they’ve missed. Or maybe look it up and start from the beginning. Buck’s invested already, and she’s fun to watch with, and maybe if they bond over that, things will feel less awkward. “There’s reruns.”

“You’re watching telenovelas?” Eddie looks up at Buck, then at Shannon, and back at Buck, frowning. “Without me?” he pouts, sounding half-teasing. He keeps looking between them, almost nervously. Is he worried that they won’t get along or something? Ridiculous. Buck can get along with anyone if he wants to – well, almost – and he’s gonna try here, for sure – it’s Chris’ mom, he has to.

“Sorry.” Buck chuckles, leaning back against the couch. Eddie finishes helping Chris and stands up again, while the boy takes a seat between Shannon and Buck, grinning from ear to ear. He scoots closer to Shannon, carefully cuddling into her side, her arm coming up around him. “You wanna watch with us?”

“Uh, I’d love to, but dinner won’t make itself.” Eddie moves to go towards the kitchen, but then stops and hesitates. “Uh, Buck-”

“Ugh, you’re gonna cook?” Christopher wrinkles his nose. “Can’t we order something again?”

“My cooking isn't that bad.” Eddie says, mock-offended, crossing his arms. “Right?” he looks at Buck, and then Shannon. Buck winces and takes in a sharp breath, while Shan wrinkles her nose – and Buck sees such resemblance between her and Chris in that moment – but neither says anything. “Unbelievable.” Eddie shakes his head, and Buck and Shannon look at each other over Christopher’s head and crack up. They might be on the same wavelength, that’s good. Teasing Eddie is another common ground, it seems like. “We had take out last night, and the night before, and before that all the food people brought over after-” he pauses, swallowing hard, still not able to talk about the accident, about almost losing her. He told Buck about his abuela and tía, and Bobby, and even Hen and Karen, and some other people from the station bringing some food so he doesn’t have to bother cooking while taking care of Shannon. “Well, what’s left is in the freezer, and I wanted to do something nice and cook, but maybe I’ll just defrost something.” he sighs, defeated, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips. “That okay, boss?” he adds, emphasizing the last word and looking at his son with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes.” Christopher nods, then bursts into giggles.

“Fine.” Eddie turns and starts walking towards the kitchen. “Buck, you coming with me?”

“You need help defrosting? Wow, you are helpless.” he says, winking at Chris, who just laughs again, but then gets up anyway, following Eddie – who’s at the kitchen door already, and flips him off.

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okay so I need to ramble through my thoughts for a sec

Buck still seems to struggle with like actually saying the word bisexual etc so he just sort of ignores it because he has a boyfriend who he's super attracted to and he enjoys being with him so he hand waves it away and also he thinks his boyfriend has it all figured out, he seems so confident and cool so he just sort of accepts that he's attracted to Tommy and doesn't seem to think about the rest ig? because he doesn't want to seem like a fuck up or something in front of Tommy maybe? not sure or he's just not ready to think/talk about it idk but that's a little odd after six months

the basketball tickets, they kissed for the first time the day of the basketball game where Buck was being unhinged (love him) so at least to Tommy basketball obviously holds some significance for them and either Buck doesn't actually mind basketball all that much or he's not wanted to say he doesn't like it because he's a people pleaser etc etc

also the lack of gift on Buck's end was odd? just a side note

the moving in thing, Buck seems to forget Tommy has a whole house? and i've seen people say how he seems to want Tommy to fit into his life and doesn't seem to consider how the loft might be a bit impractical and stuff and I'm not ragging on Buck here I'm just thinking about how it comes across like he just dives all in after admitting he spiralled

so in that convo Tommy hears move in with me and the implication that Buck still sort of sees him on this pedestal and I'd freak out too I think, not to mention the Abby of it all, so he sort of just shuts down and starts talking about firsts and lasts because the illusion of perfect has to shatter at some point and he's in so deep already that Buck breaking it off would hurt a lot (what he said wasn't cool but I'm just gonna lay that one at the writer's feet for now i think)

they both clearly love(?) each other though like right up until the convo goes downhill they're being sweet and stuff and then Buck even mentions marriage and things like underneath all of this he does see a future with Tommy

the Evan/Buck was just there to hurt ig?

also they ended it with pretty much the same line as the flop first date which makes it seem like that was obvs where it was going to end before they realised they had something good but if it was all just going to end the same anyway why bother at all?

it could all be a tactic to give Buck the space he needs within the narrative or whatever to figure out the bisexual of it all whilst unattached on screen and maybe it all leads back to Tommy eventually anyway or we're in the break up portion of a rom com or like they give him some character development and he fights for something and we get a parallel of a second chance like their coffee date

or it could literally just all be kinda bad writing and that's goodbye Tommy it was nice knowing you which is sad

so do we be delusional or nah? I just don't understand all the other things that came before for that kinda messy blindside to be it? like why the 217 engine because that wouldn't be cheap, why Tommy's truck the episode before, why comment on giving Buck a LI that ties to the firefam etc etc like I don't wanna clown but also I'm so good at it

and if it is the end then no helicopter crash? what a waste, if you're gonna have easy access to a pilot then why not? and its something a bit different, I know we've had incidents here and there but a big proper helicopter crash hasn't been done before I don't think? I know they kinda rescued Taylor from one but we didn't see it go down or anything

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Fic Writing review 2023!

I was tagged by: @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @aidaronan @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 (And possibly others, i may have missed one or two, sorry if i did!)

I can't believe 2023 is over, honestly. This year has had some ups and downs for sure but overall I'm so proud of what I've achieved. I started the year mainly writing Stranger Things fics, and while I still love that fandom and all of the wonderful people I met there, my inspiration for writing it was beginning to fade.

And along came 9-1-1. I am so happy with where I've ended up, and for all the new friends I've made since I found this show back in April!

Here's an overview of my year in fic:

Words posted to ao3: 235,060

Words written: 250,465

Works posted: 38

Fandoms posted for: 3 (Stranger Things, 9-1-1, MCU/Captain America)

Specifics and tags are under the cut!

Longest fic:

Crawling on Back to You 109k words, 30 chapters Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated E

Shortest fic:

Keep on Walkin' and don't look back 521 words Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie, Rated T

Top 5 by kudos:

1. Right in front of your eyes

9-1-1, Buddie, 15k

He and Chris, and Buck. They work, they’re a unit. Why should it matter that he’s single? Buck is watching him, like he’s reading every thought on his face. “You’re already planning to lie about the date. Why don’t you just tell her you met someone yourself?” Eddie shrugs and tilts his head to the side, squinting in thought. “She won’t set me up on dates if she thinks I’ve got someone,” he muses. “But she’ll want to meet whoever it is.” “So... Introduce them?” Or: Buck offers to fake-date Eddie so Pepa will stop setting him up on dates.

2. Pinky Promise

9-1-1, Buddie, 1k

Christopher Diaz doesn't mind that his dad's dating someone new. He's not dumb, he knows there's someone. The way his dad has been smiling lately, the way Chris catches him staring at his coffee, daydreaming like he isn't a grown man. The sleepovers Chris is suddenly allowed to go to on almost a weekly basis. Chris is happy for him, really he is. He’s just not planning to let himself get attached to whoever it turns out to be, just in case. He doesn't need a step-parent, because he has Dad, and he has Buck, and that’s enough. Whoever his dad dates, well. They'll probably leave, eventually. Chris doesn’t need to worry about them. Or: Eddie and Buck come to Chris with some news, and he doesn't take it very well at all.

3. Peek-A-Boo

Stranger Things, Steddie, 1k

Eddie tried not to stare. He really tried. He didn't notice at first, too preoccupied with the tub of pringles he'd been making his way through while talking about Corroded Coffin's last gig. Sure, he'd noticed the shorts. The ridiculous amount of leg Steve was showing, the way they hugged his ass, but it wasn't until Steve moved, lifted one foot to rest on the cushion, knees spread, that Eddie noticed another feature of the shorts. Or: Steve puts on a bit of an accidental show.

4. Definition

9-1-1, Buddie, 2k

It keeps happening, time and time again. People get it wrong. Whatever people say, it feels wrong and they don't know how to set the record straight, until Chris takes it into his own hands. or: 5 times people get Buck's role in Chris's life wrong, and 1 time they set the record straight

5. take my hand (knot your fingers through mine)

9-1-1, Buddie, 4k, written with @pock-o-pea

At least Buck’s okay. He’s outside, safe, doing his job. Buck’s okay, which means no matter what happens inside this van, If the crushing weight of the fridge takes him before Buck can get to him, if the van pancakes or flips or any number of likely disasters occur, if Eddie dies in here, alone, and in pain, then… He thinks of Mallory, of Jo. How they’d called out for each other. His eyes shut briefly as Mallory’s words echo in his head. “She’s not my daughter. Jo’s mother was my best friend… she saved me so many times.” Or: what 6x18 could've been

2023 Events I've participated in: AUgust, Fandom Trumps Hate

Current works in progress:

The bodyguard fic (somebody to someone) -One chapter posted, 3 more written and (almost) ready to post!

Steve time travelling in the upside down (of moments and unmoments (of time lost)) -One posted, two more in the drafts 😁

The break-up fic (you were my town) - Two posted, the third almost ready to post

Season 7 fic: 10 chapters, currently being edited to post

and then a bunch of isolated oneshots I've yet to figure out an ending for: 5+1 times Eddie sees buck with kids that aren't his, friends with benefits, secret relationship, Teacher!Buck, Buckley siblings kiss of death, Buck in the stairs (just started this one last night!)

Goals for 2024:

I want to finish posting all of the WIPs which are already on ao3, post my s7 fic before March 14, keep working on all the WIPs I have in my docs and of course write more and keep sharing!

Most of all I want to keep participating in this wonderful fandom I've found on here, I have had *such* a good time over the past year in fandom 🥰🥰

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@hellwrites @the-emdash @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @911-on-abc @bittersweet-in-boston @kwills91 @trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @housewifebuck @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @mojowitchcraft @wikiangela @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz @cardamomsage @velvetjinx

Also tagging anyone else who might want to look back at the year and I've accidentally missed!

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