“I missed you” for the soft prompts 🫶

Buck wakes with a snort, thoughts muddy and slow as he tries to think through the haze of sleep still settled heavily over his mind. He shifts, shoving his face into the sleep warm fabric of his pillow as he tries to remember what woke him up. He’s already drifting again, whatever it was that woke him already slipping away with his consciousness as he sinks back against his sheets.  There’s a loud thump on the stairs.  Buck shoots up in bed, shoulder screaming with the sudden movement, and all traces of sleep burned away by the jolt of adrenaline in his veins. He strains to hear anything over the thump of his pulse in his throat and the roaring of blood in his ears.  There’s another loud thump followed by a muffled curse. Buck sags against the bed, relief flooding through his limbs at the familiar voice. He runs a hand over his face, before rubbing at his sternum like he’ll be able to soothe the rabbit beat of his heart.  “Eddie?” Buck asks, voice thick with sleep. Wincing, his still healing shoulder aching in protest of its mistreatment — he pushes himself up to watch just as Eddie emerges at the top of the stairs with a disgruntled expression as he rubs at his shin.  “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Eddie murmurs, a sheepish smile tugging on his lips as he makes his way to the bed, already shuffling out of his jeans. He pauses to step out of them before pulling his shirt over his head and perching on the edge of the mattress.  Buck hums appreciatively at the sight before tipping his head back expectantly. The press of Eddie’s lips against his is warm and soft, his stubble a delicious rasp against Buck’s skin. But Eddie pulls away before Buck can deepen the kiss into something other than a sweet hello. Buck pouts, but Eddie just swipes the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip.  “What are you doing here?” Buck asks, reaching out to capture Eddie’s hand in his own, tangling their fingers together.  It’s not like he minds Eddie’s presence — the day he complains about seeing his boyfriend is the day he loses his mind. But he’s still surprised. He knows that Eddie is coming off a 24 hour shift, and Buck hadn’t been planning on seeing him until tomorrow afternoon for their lunch date.  Eddie clutches at his chest, mock offended. “What? You don’t want me here?”  Buck snorts, shoving at Eddie’s thigh before flopping back in bed. “Don’t be a dick.”  The sheets rustle as Eddie crawls the rest of the way onto the bed, settling in the place next to Buck like it had been made for him. Like he’s being pulled in by a gravitational pull, Buck turns into Eddie, shoving his face into the crook of Eddie’s neck. Inhaling, Buck can feel the tension he hadn’t even realized he was holding melt away. The scent of smoke still clings to Eddie’s skin and Buck chases it, tucking his nose against his boyfriend’s pulse point. Eddie chuckles, arms wrapping around Buck, but mindful to not put too much pressure on his shoulder.  “I wanted to check up on you. How’s your shoulder?”  Buck pulls back enough to squint up at Eddie. “My shoulder is the same it was when you texted me a few hours ago. You didn’t have to come all the way out here to hear that.”  “Fine,” Eddie says with a fondly exasperated huff. “I missed you.”  Oh.  “Well…I missed you too.” Buck tilts his chin up to catch another kiss from Eddie.  “I also missed your bed,” Eddie murmurs against Buck’s lips.  With an indignant squawk, Buck slaps at Eddie’s chest and his boyfriend shakes with laughter. “I can still kick you out.”

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for the cliche prompts, “trapped in a closet” feels like it could be good for some shenanigans :)

“buck, wait—” eddie says, just as buck steps fully into the storage room and the door clicks shut.

“—the door’s gonna lock,” he finishes on a sigh.

“i know,” buck says, and grins at him. “they all know where we went, they’ll figure out we got locked in. someone’s gonna come let us out.”

eddie frowns. “you did this on purpose?”

buck steps closer, reaching out to slip his fingers through eddie’s belt loops and use them to pull him closer. “i missed you,” he murmurs into eddie’s ear, so close his lips brush the shell of it.

“i’ve been with you the whole shift,” eddie says, but he cups buck’s cheek with one hand and smoothes his thumb along the edges of buck’s birthmark. “but i know what you mean.”

“so i got us some time,” buck says, and leans into kiss him. eddie melts against him, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his head, and buck lets himself get lost in it. there’s no storage room, no fire station, no shift to get back to, there’s only eddie. eddie’s chest pressed to his, eddie’s mouth on his as familiar to him as his own name. the scrape of eddie’s stubble after almost an entire twenty-four, the way eddie holds him like he’s some kind of miracle, every time, no matter how long it’s been.

buck slips leg between eddie’s, teasing, and eddie groans. “we—we can’t,” he says between breaths that come a little too fast. “not at—what if they open the door and see?”

“then we tell them,” buck says, pressing a kiss to the corner of eddie’s mouth, and then sighs. “no, i know. we can’t tell them.”

“i hate it, too,” eddie says, his fingers tracing haphazard patterns across the back of buck’s neck. “but we can’t risk one of us getting fired. or transferred.”

buck sighs again. “i know,” he murmurs. “but i love you. i just want to be able to tell people that.”

“i love you, too,” eddie says. “we’ll figure it out. i promise.”

“i know,” buck says again. “and in the meantime…” he kisses the side of eddie’s throat, the pulse point he knows eddie likes. eddie’s breath catches.

“buck,” eddie hisses. “they could open the door at any minute.”

“fine,” buck sighs. “okay, you stay here, and i’m going to go sit on that bench over there.” the room isn’t large, but there’s enough space for them to sit at opposite ends and not touch.

and it works for a bit, but—

when the door to the storage room opens some minutes later, eddie is straddling buck’s lap with three of his shirt buttons undone and the hem pulled out of his pants, buck’s hands splayed against the bare skin of his back. buck’s shirt is gone entirely, and there’s a fresh mark just below his collarbone.

buck looks up at bobby, and realises that his bottom lip is kiss-bitten and probably bright red.

“well,” bobby says, careful to keep his eyes fixed somewhere above buck’s head. “looks like there’s some things we need to talk about.” he wedges a mop bucket into the doorway so the door can’t lock again, then glances at their state of undress and quickly away. “why don’t you two meet me in my office when you’re, uh. ready.”

buck rests his forehead against eddie’s shoulder, letting his own slump. this is it, then.

but before bobby turns to head back downstairs, he calls out one last thing. “you don’t need to look so worried. we’ll figure something out.”

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Can I cheat and use insider knowledge and ask about the drunk eddie sequel? 😇

Absolutely you can my love 🥰 the drunk eddie sequel is pure smut >:) hehehe it's just the smut scene that didn't fit into the full fic

a snippet for you<3333

Eddie dug his fingers into Buck’s hips. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined this?” He groaned, gripping Buck so hard that he was sure there would be bruises tomorrow, something that made Buck’s cheeks flush with pleasure, his eyes heavy with lust. Eddie filed that away for later and tilted his head up, silently asking for a kiss.

“Not as many as me,” Buck taunted before swooping down to crash their lips together, twin moans ringing out in the room. “We should—” He nipped at Eddie’s lip. “—take this to the bedroom, though. I need you.”

“Up, up,” Eddie chanted, pushing at Buck’s hips.

Buck reluctantly got off his lap and reached down to tangle their fingers together before tugging Eddie towards his bedroom. Eddie laughed at his enthusiasm. “You realize we have all night, right?”

“Can’t wait,” Buck muttered. “Need you inside me.”

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Hotshot lawyer Buck!

aliii!! i'm so happy you're asking for hot shot lawyer buck!!!

i haven't really started writing the fic but i have the doc full of ideas, so!!!

buck used to be this really rich and succesful lawyer working a corporate job, with these really high profile cases for companies. but he hated every minute on it and mostly he was doing it to make his parents proud! :(((

he leaves all of that behind and opens a little office just for him. he starts taking only cases he's genuinely interested in, cases he feels passionately about. and! one of them it's for a desperate single father fighting for the custody of his son against his own family!!! they think he's not fit to take care of a kid and when buck hears him out his story breaks his heart.

he takes the case pro bono and his client eddie diaz insists on having donners with him as a compensation. strictly platonic profession client-lawyer dinners ofc!!!!

F&F AU!

Eheheheh so for those of you not aware, F&F stands for Fast & Furious, so yes, after @mistmarauder and @catdadeddie made me watch that franchise for the first time, I am writing a Fast & Furious Buddie AU.

But uh not the spy shenanigans and cars in space part. Just the first one.

The premise is that rookie cop Eddie Diaz moves to Los Angeles to reconnect with Shannon, who when they were teenagers was big in the street racing scene (there's a teeny tiny Timeless Easter egg in there actually). But Shannon dies shortly after Eddie moves there and Eddie learns that part of why she refused to see him was she had been recruited by the LAPD to infiltrate the street racing scene to get an in with the 118 racers, a group that are believed to be robbing and smuggling. They're led by a former cop, Athena Grant, so they know all the usual tricks and keep outsmarting the police. Now that Shannon has died, Eddie's offered the opportunity, and takes it since it means a much higher payday that he can use to pay for his son's care.

He's supposed to get in with Maddie Buckley, who recently joined the group and doesn't seem to be involved in their crimes, but Eddie senses Maddie's in a bad place and instead chooses to go after the group's wild card (and Maddie's younger brother) Evan "Buck" Buckley. Buck's been banned from racing by Bobby Nash, Athena's husband, for unknown reasons, so Eddie figures he can help Buck sneak in and win some races to get his in.

It's just that. Well. Buck is very good looking. And sweet. And funny. And he adores Christopher. And...

Well you can see where this is going.

But oopsies :3 Eddie's still a cop :3 how on earth will the 118 react when they learn this? :3 and how will Eddie adjust when he finds the 118 gives him the family and support he's always craved? :3

we're an ACAB household here we all know how Eddie's gonna adjust. now the real question is how will he adjust to Buck's cock in his-- *I am dragged offstage by a comically large hook*

Basically I watched the first film and was like... you ever see something trying so hard to be macho it circles right around to being gay? Yeah. That. It was delightful. And I needed to write about Buck and Eddie being homoerotic about engines and gear shifts while racing sexy cars through Los Angeles immediately.

It's going to be very fun to write, I had hoped to write it this summer since I don't know if any of you have seen the film, but the first F&F film has a very sticky dog days of summer feel to it, the L.A. it shows is wonderfully lived in and grimy in a very affectionate way, but obviously I had to start working on my Halloween fics so that didn't happen. But it's still gonna be fun either way!

What was your inspiration for your 100th fic? (and maybe please can we have a little taste... just a morsel, a sentence even :3)

Mhmmmm..... Well... I suppose you all have been very patient....

Send Me 911 or Writing Asks Cus I’m Bored

Favourite season opening and ending for 9-1-1? And I’d love to know when/how you started watching ☺️

hiiiii friend!!!

Favorite season opener: 2x01 Under Pressure my beloved <3. And not JUST for the Buddie reasons (although I won't lie to you that is part of it). I just truly think it's a stunning opener from start to finish, and so perfectly situates us in this world with these characters. It was actually the first episode of 9-1-1 I ever watched (we'll get to that in a sec) and it's surprisingly effective as an intro to the whole show and all the characters. Plus the opening sequence is like. one of the MOST fun sequences in the show imo!!! Plus the earthquake cliffhanger was such an excellent OH SHIT moment (topped only by the cliffhanger in 3x01 of course).

Favorite season ending: this one is less clear-cut for me. If we're talking overall favorite EPISODE then Survivors (s4) for sure. If we're talking the actual ending scene(s) then What's Next? (s3) because Ioooooove May's graduation sequence. Plus Maddie and Chimney surprise pregnancy!!!

I started watching 911 in January 2022 right after New Years (so mid-season 5). I was basically pretty depressed because of the COVID resurgence (and I was about to turn 30 and didn't get to celebrate) and for some reason just...really wanted to watch a procedural? Or, not a procedural, but I REALLY wasn't in the mood to start a show with like a complicated plot that I would have to follow. Basically what I wanted was to watch a show with a positive outlook and strong found family vibes that didn't veer TOO cornball. I knew about 911 vaguely from tumblr and knew about buddie and so I decided to just try it--and picked 2x01 as my first episode because I wasn't like, FULLY COMMITTED to watching this entire show, I literally just wanted to watch like one episode to scratch the itch. (And I knew about Eddie's intro, also from tumblr). Anyway I watched it and it was WAY better than I anticipated it being and like 8 days later I had watched the entire series.

BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’d be your wife dot mp3 ?????oooooOOOOOOOOOoooooooo <33333

@devirnis asked this too <333

this is for one of the bed-sharing prompt fills set at the madney wedding! i shared a snip here the other day and here is another tiny bit <3

Either way, it’s a very nice hotel and probably cost a fair bit for them to do this, so Maddie had informed Buck that if he wasn’t bringing a date, he could share the very nice hotel room with Eddie and save the Lees a chunk of money. Which Buck has no problem doing! He looked up photos of the rooms on the hotel website, and even the double rooms have two massive beds instead of twins. And anyway, he's always preferred sleeping with someone else around. He likes the company. And he likes Eddie’s company most. He thinks he’s fairly good at being normal about how much he likes Eddie’s company, the poster child for straight guy best friends everywhere. In any case, the photos on the website showed there’s plenty of space between beds. No chance of a tipsy Buck rolling over and climbing between the wrong sheets by mistake. While that scenario might be good for setting in motion whatever embarrassingly besotted love confession he might one day make, he thinks it’s too desperately important to take a chance on it like this.

hello abbi!!! tell me more about 'The math kink conjecture 5+1' <3333

Gonna add @devirnis into this also after asking about the same WIP! I haven’t been able to add anything recently so no snippet unfortunately, sorry!

So! This lil fic originally started off as my attempt at a quick 6x13 fic before the episode aired (after the photo leak) about Buck and Eddie hooking up at the casino.

After the episode aired and we got buck with his ‘superpowers’ I wanted a 5+1 of Eddie getting hot and bothered by Bucks sexy maths talk and mixing it with firefighter work such as Buck knowing exactly how much rope for a call, which translates to exactly how much rope to tie himself up with….

It also helps my boyfriend is doing his PhD in Maths/Engineering so he can help me be accurate with the terminology AND have a good laugh with me writing this!

I owe this fic to @eddiebabygirldiaz and @hippolotamus - may I one day finish it for them 🫡

Best and worst books you've read recently

Oooh you know what I have unfortunately read some real stinkers this year so those are Hemlock Island by Kelly Armstrong and This Wretched Valley by Jenny Kiefer, both of which are just perplexingly bad because they both had solid ideas. But just really bad execution

Good though! I’m reading the Tainted Cup rn by Robert Jackson Bennett which I’m liking a lot. I recently finished the Warm Hands of Ghosts by Katherine Arden which was incredible. A couple of months ago I read Night’s Edge by Liz Kerin which was really good and has a sequel releasing next month!

Molly you KNOW I’m gonna ask about babygirl Buck & brat Buck 💜

Of course <3 I would be worried if you didn't <3 <3 For you beloved, I tried to pick some spicy bits you hopefully haven't seen before

Brat buck >:3

A stuttered breath falls from Buck’s lips as he clenches around the heavy metal plug, sparks skittering under his skin and adding to the heat twisting in his belly. The thighs in his muscles flex as he fights the urge to squirm. A thin whine gets caught between his teeth as he fights the way his spine is threatening to bow forward. Buck is trying to stay still, he really is, but his heels are pressing into the sore flesh of his ass and he swears he can still feel the stinging outline of Eddie’s palm on his skin. He doesn’t know if he wants to press back, dig in so he can feel more of that radiating heat, or if he wants to get away from it to catch his breath.  He does neither. Eddie had told him to stay still and Buck wants to be good for him. That fire that had been burning through his veins before is gone, all the fight snuffed out and all that’s left behind is the buzzing under his skin and the quiet hum of his mind.  Behind him there’s the sound of footsteps loud enough to let Buck know Eddie is coming. Something warm blooms behind his sternum, bleeding into his veins and seeping down to pool behind his navel.  “Are you ready to behave now?” Eddie’s voice vibrates the air all around Buck and he shivers with the movement of it, his skin tingling pleasantly.

babygirl buck <3

Hooking his chin over Buck’s shoulder, Eddie looks down the length of his body, eyes hungry. “So pretty for me, all dressed up in pretty pink lace.” He trails a finger over the trembling muscles of Buck’s stomach before hooking it through the elastic band of the panties and tugging.  Buck sways with the movement, drunk off of the heat of Eddie. There’s a sharp snap of elastic and Buck yelps as the delicious sting spreads across his hip.  “Look at these pretty tits,” Eddie hums, cupping Buck’s pecs in his large palms, “And they’re all mine.” Hot breath fans over Buck’s neck as Eddie noses along the short hairs behind his ear. “And this,” one of Eddie’s hands trails back down to Buck’s weeping cock, “this pretty little clit is all mine, too.”  Rocking up onto his toes, Buck whines, trying to chase the heat of Eddie’s hand. But he removes it again, bringing it back up to Buck’s chest.

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I am a sucker for soft hurt/comfort so “a quick kiss on the forehead when tending to your lover's wounds, grateful they're home safe and back in your arms” for the kiss prompts if it sparks joy 🥹

the iodine stings as eddie dabs at the cuts along his collarbone, but not as much as the heavy look of disappointment on his face. buck hates that look.

he’s seen it enough times in his life to be familiar with it, with every curve and every slight bit of tension. it’s a little different with every face it settles on, but the foundations of it are always the same.

more than anything, buck hates seeing it on eddie’s face.

“eddie—” he starts, and eddie gives a slight shake of his head.

“hold on,” he murmurs, and his voice is tight. “i need to focus.”

“but—” buck tries, and can’t seem to find any words to get further than that.

“just a minute,” eddie says, a soothing edge creeping into his tone. “just let me finish.”

buck nods, and tried to hold it all in. he makes it a moment, maybe two, and then it comes bursting out anyway.

“i’m sorry,” he says, sounding small and pitiful even to his own ears.

eddie’s hands freeze, and then he stills completely. buck stares at the floor until eddie sets two fingers under his chin and tilts it up, all the way until he’s looking at eddie.

“why are you sorry, buck?” he asks, a curious note to his question like he really doesn’t understand the answer.

“it’s my fault,” buck mumbles. “i should have been watching chris, and instead—and now you’re disappointed—and i should have—”

“hey,” eddie murmurs, cutting him off, cupping his jaw with both hands. “buck, i’m not mad at you. or disappointed.”

“but—” buck starts, frowning, feeling eddie’s fingertips move together with the muscles of his face. “you look—”

“like what?” eddie asks.

“like maddie used to,” buck says. “when i fell off my skateboard, or out of a tree, or—”

the smile eddie gives him then seems like it contains too many things to fit inside one single human, but eddie carries it anyway. “buck, baby,” he says, one thumb smoothing along his cheek. “i’m not disappointed. i’m not mad at you. i’m worried about you. maddie probably was, too.”

“but—” buck starts, unsure how to go on, and eddie waits until he finds the rest of his sentence. “it was my fault.”

“what, that the skate park ramp broke? how could that possibly be your fault? buck, you’re not responsible for every single bad thing that happens when you’re around.”

there’s a lump building in the back of buck’s throat, and he tries his best to swallow around it. “but chris—”

“is fine,” eddie finishes. “he’s not the one that fell off a skateboard.”

“but—”

“no buts,” eddie says. “buck, i promise you i’m not mad.”

“but you look so—” buck says, and gestures at eddie’s face. “tense.”

eddie laughs, and the sound of it, warm and familiar and safe like home, is what finally allows the tension to start bubbling out of the room and out of buck’s frame. he sags against eddie, the scrapes along his arms burning, and eddie runs a hand through his hair.

“i was overthinking,” eddie says. “spiralling. about worst-case scenarios.”

“but i’m okay,” buck says slowly. he thinks he’s beginning to understand.

“but you’re okay,” eddie repeats. he kneels in front of buck and leans in, pressing his lips to buck’s forehead. “you’re okay,” eddie says again, and then reaches for the iodine bottle. “now can i please finish cleaning these up?”

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And like hell Eddie Diaz is going to let this fucker kill him.

PROCRASTINATION GAME

detective eddie firefighter buck 👀 👀 👀

hiiii <333

so, my idea is detective eddie investigating the disappearence of maddie and buck being the really annoying firefighter who gets in the way of eddie doing his job every step of the way (with good intentions, of course!! buck is just a worried little brother!!!)

here's a lil teeny tiny snippet and basically 90% of what i have for the fic so far lmao (i need to organize my thoughts and figure out logistics and shit)

Buck's been waiting for Maddie for a week now.

Since she finally reached out for the first time in four years, Buck's been beside himself with excitment to see his sister (and so glad that she finally left that good for nothing Doug. Seriously, Buck still doesn't know what she was thinking when she married that jerk.)

"Athena, I'm telling you." Buck insists for what it feels like the hundredth time. "Something is wrong."

"Buckaroo," she sighs. "I really wish I could help you but we didn't even know you had a sister until a few days ago. And even if she were really gone, I wouldn't be able to do anything. She lives in Boston, right? It's out of my hands."

"But she was supposed to come here! And she sent me a text saying she was arriving to L.A." Buck licks his lips. He hasn't been able to sleep or eat or do anything since he realized Maddie wasn't coming. A weird feeling on his stomach making him feel nauseous every fucking day. "Please, there must be something you can do."

"Listen, I'll make some calls to Boston and I'll talk to one of my detectives, see if he's willing to take the case with this little evidence, okay?"

Buck breathes out, nodding slowly. "Thank you, Athena."

Firetruck bottle ep!!

hi hi lovely ali! it is what it says on the tin--essentially the 118 get trapped in the firetruck again. yet another really silly self-indulgent fic that's been collecting dust on my wips shelf but i keep meaning to revisit it and finish bc its so much fun whenever i do crack it open to work on it

The childhood cancer probably should have been the first sign, but Ravi was at least hoping that his time served had been enough to warrant a break from the universe’s relentless persecution. First he woken up alone, because his boyfriend had had a graveyard shift; then he’d stubbed his toe on his bed; then the fifty dollar bill he’d seen in the gutter on the way into work had turned out to actually be Monopoly money.

And then—oh yeah, he’s now locked in a firetruck in between Buck and Eddie, who had separately come to him a single day apart with a sexuality crisis about the other. Ravi hadn’t been able to offer much other than an awkward shoulder pat, no, he’d always sort of known he liked boys, and then fucking finger guns. (To both of them. On separate occasions.)

And now they’re torn between making eyes at each other, Hen, and him, and it feels like he’s gotten himself in the middle of an emotional orgy he had for all purposes been trying his hardest to avoid.

“Wait, rewind,” Lucy says. “Two nickels? This isn’t the first time you’ve been trapped inside this truck?”

OMG a fellow Expedition Unknown fan! I've been a fan of Josh Gates since the Destination Truth days

ME TOO!!!