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#the way buck is already staring at Eddie before he even looks up in this scene#while they're watching a guy awkwardly shoot his shot.......like hello#911#911edit#911 fox#911verse#buddie#buddieedit#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911 gifs#911 abc#honestlydarkprincess#🪐
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#19 for the prompts beloved <3
Years later I have returned to fill this prompt <3
"Do you want me to stay?"
The motel room is about as nice as the lobby was, which isn’t saying much. The scent of stale cigarette smoke hits Buck square in the face the moment he finally gets the door open. It squeaks on rusty hinges and Buck winces.
“It’s no Ritz, but at least there are…” Buck trails off as his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. “There’s one bed.”
Eddie brushes past him and into the room, dropping his bag onto the luggage rack before leaning over to flick on the bedside lamp. It casts a hazy orange glow on the room, illuminating some unsavory looking stains on the mauve carpet.
“Well, beats sleeping in your jeep.”
Guilt twists in his already knotted stomach. “Yeah, you’re right— your old man back probably couldn’t handle that.” Buck laughs, trying to bring some levity to the situation.
Buck’s attempt at a joke fizzles out in the smoky air between them, the corner of Eddie’s mouth barely twitching up in a half-hearted smile. It doesn’t do anything to erase the tight lines around his eyes. Clearing his throat, Buck steps further into the room to set his bag down on the tired looking armchair in the corner.
“I, uh— I found a repair shop that can fit us in tomorrow morning. We just have to wait for the tow.”
“That’s good,” Eddie says, not looking up from where he’s rummaging through his bag. “Any luck finding an earlier tow?”
Scuffing his toe over the carpet, Buck can’t quite swallow down the pang of shame. “No. They still can’t get here until early tomorrow morning.”
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Eddie sighs and Buck feels like tucking his tail between his legs and cowering. It’s easy to tell that Eddie is upset, the tense lines of his shoulders, the furrow between his brow, the deep bruises of exhaustion under his eyes— Buck knows he’s the reason behind all those things.
Lifting his toiletry bag out of his duffle, Eddie scrubs a hand down his face. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“O–okay,” Buck shuffles his feet as Eddie walks past him to the bathroom. “There was a McDonald’s down the street…I–I can go grab us some dinner.”
Eddie doesn’t respond, but Buck doubts that he can hear him over the death rattle of the bathroom fan. Buck stands there for a moment, listening to the squealing of the pipes and the hiss of water from the showerhead. Well, dinner isn’t going to get itself.
The McDonald’s is further away than he thought. By the time he’s walked there and back, the sun has set and he’s covered in sweat and road dust, skin prickling uncomfortably. The neon light from the motel’s sign illuminates the cracked and crumbling walkway to the room. The door sticks and it takes Buck a few times rattling the key in the lock to get it to finally swing open.
Inside, Eddie is sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard as he watches whatever is playing on the shoebox of a television. He looks up when Buck walks in.
“Hey.”
There are still dark circles under his eyes, but some of the tense lines of Eddie’s muscles have relaxed. He’s changed into sleep clothes, worn sweatpants, and a faded t-shirt. His hair is still damp from his shower, strands of it falling soft against his forehead. He looks so soft and all Buck wants to do is wrap himself up in him. Instead, he lifts the greasy paper bag in his hand.
“Hey— got your favorite.” He sets the bag on the nightstand along with a bottle of water.
Eddie swings his legs over the edge of the bed, reaching forward to peer into the bag. “Big Mac with—”
“Extra ketchup is in the bottom.” Buck moves his bag from the armchair and sits down. The springs creak ominously under his weight as he pulls out his own burger.
“Thanks, Buck.”
Buck shrugs, “Least I could do.”
Eddie shoots Buck a weird look, but doesn’t say anything, watching him a moment longer before rifling through the paper bag. The both of them eat their meals in silence, the only noise in the room is the crinkling of paper wrappers and the drone from whatever is on the television. Eddie flips through the channels, finally settling on the rerun of a sitcom that looks vaguely familiar, while Buck pretends to taste his food.
It’s hard to eat with the way his stomach won’t stop twisting. He knew he should have gotten that rattle in the jeep’s engine, but he thought that he could make it through the camping trip. Stupid.
When the silence nearly kills him, he retreats to the bathroom, toiletries and sleep clothes clutched to his chest as he tells Eddie he’s going for a shower. Eddie grunts some noncommittal response and the food sitting heavy in his stomach sours.
The water rattles in the undoubtably ancient pipes, but Buck is pleasantly surprised when he’s met with hot water and decent water pressure. He takes his time, washing the road from his body as he delays the inevitable…the one bed. He knows that he and Eddie have shared beds before, that’s not the problem.
The problem is that Eddie is clearly upset with Buck, and Buck doesn’t blame him.
He opens the bathroom door in a billowing clouds of steam, noting that Eddie is under the covers already with the television turned down low. The blue glow from the screen casts sharp shadows on his face, highlighting the curve of his nose and cheekbones. Buck hesitates in the doorway. Maybe he can slip out and come back once Eddie is asleep, avoid all the tense awkwardness of lying next to each other in the dark.
Buck gets halfway across the room before Eddie sits up straighter, a look of confusion written across his face.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh, um— I–I was gonna go check on the jeep.”
Eddie leans over and turns the bedside lamp back on. “What? Buck don’t be— the jeep is like a 2 mile walk down the road.”
Buck twists his hands together. “I just—”
“Buck it’s late. The jeep will be fine, we can check on it tomorrow morning.” The light from the television shines bright in his eyes. “Come to bed, worry about it tomorrow.”
“You want me to stay?” Buck hates how the insecurity creeps into his voice, but he’s to tired to fight it.
“Want you–– Buck what are you talking about? Of course I want you to stay. I don’t want you walking down the side of the road in the middle of the night.”
“You’re not mad?”
Eddie sits up, pushing the covers back. “No I’m not mad at you, why would I be?”
“You just looked upset and—” Buck vaguely gestures at the motel room around them. “I ruined the trip back— you’re not gonna be back in time for Chris tomorrow.”
“I mean I’m exhausted and it’s not ideal that we have to stay here, but Pepa is picking Chris up from camp tomorrow. I’ll see him after,” Eddie answers, and then blinks when he registers the other part of Buck’s sentence. “Buck you didn’t ruin anything, unless you sabotaged the jeep on purpose—”
Buck lets out an indignant “Of course not!”
“Then it’s not your fault. It’s just a shitty situation. But no one got hurt. So all things considered I think it turned out pretty okay.”
Slowly, Buck starts realizing that all the signs of Eddie’s “anger” from before may not have been anger at all. Heat rises in his cheeks. Well now he just feels silly.
“You sure?” Buck has to ask just one more time.
“Yeah I’m sure, Buck. C’mon, I know you’re exhausted from driving all day.” Eddie pats the empty side of the bed.
A smile stretches across Buck’s face, relief swelling behind his breastbone and pushing him forward. Eagerly, he crawls under the covers on the far side of the bed, all the exhaustion hitting him at once now that he knows Eddie isn’t mad at him.
The mattress creaks as Eddie shifts, pulling the covers back on. “Just don’t steal all the covers, then I might get mad at you.”
Buck snorts, mumbling into the pillow, “Not like you need the covers— you’re like a furnace. Some of us have poor circulation.”
“You just have to snuggle up.”
It takes Buck’s brain a second to register what Eddie said and a flush spreads in his cheeks. He’s pretty sure that Eddie is joking, but his heart still skips a beat.
“You’ll regret offering that when my snoring wakes you up.”
Eddie laughs, settling further back against the pillows. “Fine, fine— just try and get some sleep. We’ve still got some driving tomorrow.”
“Alright, goodnight Eddie.”
“Goodnight, Buck.”
#one bed prompts#prompt fill#911 fic#911#buddie#evan buckley#eddie diaz#molly writes#molly got mail#honestlydarkprincess#princess tag
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wingwoman abuela 👁️👅👁️
ily mwah
"I just want you to be happy, Eddito."
"I am happy." Eddie softens. "I really am. I just started a job I really like, the team is nice and Christopher is thriving here in L.A. I'm happy, Abuela. Promise."
"You could be happier, though."
"Okay, sure." Eddie relents, not wanting to keep arguing. He rests his hands against the hospital bed's handles and leans in. "But for now just relax, okay? Focus on yourself."
"I took a picture of him, you wanna see?" Abuela says excitedly, completely ignoring everything Eddie just said. "C'mon, get my purse."
"Abuela—"
"C'mon, Eddie, I'm not getting any younger."
Eddie sighs and turns around, picking her pusse from a chair in the corner. He ought to be grateful, he guesses— A year ago, when he first came out to his family and said out loud that he liked both guys and women, he had been terrified. And sure, maybe his parents didn't react in the best of ways (even if they have come around since then and they're really trying now to make amends in their relationship with Eddie) but the rest of his family had been so supportive. His sisters and Abuela the most supportive of them all.
It's a relief, and Eddie loves that Abuela just wants his happiness, no matter who it is with or how.
It's just— It gets a little overwhelming sometimes. He's never been the best at flirting or making the first move and getting set up just adds a whole nother level of awkwardness that Eddie's never been able to get past.
#wingwoman abuela#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#buck x eddie#my writing#buddie wip#my wips#jess tag#honestlydarkprincess#april gets mail 💌
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My dearest Ali you know that i absolutely adore your money laundering restaurant front au sequel wip and that it has a special place in my heart
BUT
You've mentioned the 7x02/7x03 au vaguely in exactly one post (and in the tags of another) and truthfully i haven't been the same since!!!! So could you pretty please share something about that? 🤩😍
My darlings Lilla, Anaïs and Jess! @eowon @honestlydarkprincess ❤️
I have not written anything for this yet, and now that 7x02 has aired and there were significantly less pirates than I was expecting it might need a lot more rewriting than I initially thought…
But the idea was the 118 make it to the cruise ship while the pirates are still there (maybe the pirates get trapped on board because of the hurricane?) and Buck gets hurt while they’re trying to hide from the men with guns, and then Eddie is forced to put his hand over Buck’s mouth while Hen & Chim patch him up so the pirates don’t hear his pained noises and come find them 😈 We’ll see what 7x03 gives me to work with next week!
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🫖🫖🫖
Jess! Princess! Book Bestie!
Across the shop, Chimney swats at Buck’s arm, gestures to them, and stands. They’re still bickering by the time they get to his and Maddie’s table, though their conversation drops sharply as they approach.
“How wonderful to run into you two here,” Maddie says.
“Small world?” Buck asks, entirely unconvincingly as she gestures for the two of them to sit.
make me write
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pls i need to know more about buck's bad hair day ;w;
I NEED BUCKS CURLS TO BE FREED FROM THEIR GEL PRISON AND I NEED EDDIE TO BECOME SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT! That's pretty much the fic...Eddie having a breakdown over Buck's curls.
ask me about my wips/banners
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💌🥺👉🏻👈🏻
I love how you always do your damnedest to bring a smile to everyone's face, and you always succeed bringing one to mine. 💗
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Look at this cute picrew design! thanks for tagging me @mistmarauder @honestlydarkprincess
(My hair is not that blonde anymore but I can’t put the colors I have right now 🥲 I DO have those earrings though!)
If you’d like to do this! @fireladybuckley @fleurdebeton @djdangerlove @hmslusitania @starry-eyed-guttersnipe @stagefoureddiediaz @firemedicdiaz @homerforsure @rewritetheending @briinstardust @theyarnmaidstale
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ohohooh can i know more about Hook 👀
Eddie’s lips twitched and it took everything Buck had not to crash against that gorgeous mouth of his and beg him to kiss him.
But they weren’t that. Eddie didn’t kiss him on the mouth and Buck didn’t ask. It was a line they’d established at some point when Buck wasn’t looking and he hated it. But he would respect it.
#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#writing talk#my fic writing#honestlydarkprincess#tag game#royal decree
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i want a divorce
no 💞 hope that helps!
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whoops, i forgot to answer this 🥺
💌 why did you start this blog?
Originally to reblog Gallavich stuff somewhere other than my old blog 🙈 But then I got sucked into the 9-1-1 fandom and ended up rebranding 🥰
✏️ when did you start writing fanfic
In early 2021! I was doing a creative writing minor for school in hopes of getting past my writer's block and binging Shameless, and I ended up trying my hand at Gallavich fanfic 🤭
get to know me!
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i'm in tumblr jail again :(
how rude, you can always come here to scream <3
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my love, might i request 12. ‘you could say I’m fond of you.’ 🥺🍄 👑
“Eddie, save yourself. Go home,” Buck urges, but it comes out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper.
It immediately sends him into a coughing fit, the air rattling painfully in his chest as he hacks into a fist. He grimaces, throat feeling raw like sandpaper was dragged over it.
The bed dips as Eddie sits on the edge, a sympathetic frown on his face as he smoothes Buck’s curls back from where they’ve stuck to his sweaty forehead. Despite his warning, Buck can’t help the way his body naturally moves towards Eddie, curling around him and seeking the comfort of his warmth.
“I’m not gonna leave you like this, babe.” Eddie keeps pushing his fingers through Buck’s curls. They’re probably sweaty and gross — Buck can’t remember the last time he showered, but it feels nice and he finds himself relaxing into the gentle scratch of Eddie’s nails over his scalp.
Sniffling, Buck grimaces when he feels a glob of mucus slide down the back of his throat. His already queasy stomach flips and Buck waits with bated breath to see if he’s going to have to throw the covers off and rush for the bathroom. But his stomach settles again, leaving him sagging back against his pillows.
“But I don’t want you to get sick too.” Buck turns his head, looking up at Eddie and dislodging his hand from Buck’s hair. He mourns the loss of contact, but tries not to let it show.
There’s an ache deep in his bones that has left him feeling exhausted down to his core. He feels gross and miserable — skin covered in layers of fresh and stale sweat. His fever broke during the night, but he can still feel the tacky marks of fever-induced tears drying on his cheeks and in the corner of his eyes, the saltiness clinging to his lashes. The last thing he wants is to be left alone, something in his chest feeling hollow — an echo chamber for the creeping loneliness and vulnerability he always feels when he’s sick. But he wants Eddie to get sick even less than he wants to be alone. Buck would hate himself if he was the reason Eddie felt even a fraction of how awful he feels now.
“Pretty sure I was the one that got you sick,” Eddie murmurs, resuming his gentle petting over Buck’s hair. “Remember? Chris came home with that bug from school— had me in bed for two days.”
Buck hums a noncommittal response, pulling away from Eddie when it triggers another coughing fit. Eddie holds him through it, a big hand curled around Buck’s ribs to keep him from folding in too far on himself and disappearing. When the coughing subsides it leaves Buck feeling completely drained, even more exhausted than before which seems impossible.
“Well, if it’s your fault—” Buck doesn’t miss the way Eddie flinches at that and he rushes to try and erase the worried crease from between Eddie’s brows. “I know how you can make it up to me.”
“How is that?”
“Come cuddle, I’m cold.” Buck tiredly pats at the empty expanse of bed next to him, waggling his eyebrows to try and draw a smile from his boyfriend.
Eddie takes a moment, looking like he’s actually deliberating about what to do. For a split second Buck worries Eddie is actually going to say no, his sick brain irrational and panicked. But Eddie turns to Buck, face breaking into that sun warm smile of his.
“I guess I could do that for you,” Eddie sighs, sounding put upon. But he’s already shuffling out of his shirt, his shoes getting kicked off and closely followed by his socks and jeans.
When he crawls under the covers, Buck greedily chases after all the warm skin, tucking his hands against Eddie’s chest. Eddie flinches at the chilly touch but quickly engulfs Buck in his arms.
“Jesus, Buck — you’re freezing.”
Shoving his cold nose into the hollow of Eddie’s throat, Buck hums, “Yeah, and you’re so warm.”
“Oh, I see how it is.” Buck can feel the rumble of Eddie’s voice more than he hears it with the way he’s wrapped up in him. “You just want me around to be your personal furnace,” Eddie says with mock offense.
“You’re a great furnace. But, I guess I’m pretty fond of you as a person.”
Eddie’s arms tighten around him. “You could say I’m fond of you too.”
Buck smiles, craning his neck to look at Eddie. “Even when I’m all sick and gross?”
“Even when you’re all sick and gross,” Eddie says easily, pressing a kiss to the crown of Buck’s head.
send me a soft prompt and I'll write a little something!
completed prompts can be found on ao3!
#my beloved my ride or die my baby angel i hope you LOVE THIS <3#i'm scampering through your window and leaving this on your bed like a cat coming in with a dead mouse#molly writes#buddie#evan buckley#eddie díaz#911 fic#911#911 fox#soft prompts#molly got mail#honestlydarkprincess#princess tag
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CHIMNEY CAN’T KEEP A SECRET 😤
"Are you an idiot?!" Chimney yells. "Why are you telling me about this when you know I can't keep a secret?!"
Chimney really regrets marrying into the Buckley family sometimes. Especially when Buck does something dumb and stupid... which, if you ask Chimney, that's very often. He is aging ten years already thanks to the guy.
"Maddie isn't here! And I just needed to get it off my chest, because I'm so excited!"
"Well, now I need to get it off my chest!"
a lil tiny snippet for u beloved. this is very dumb and i might delete it off the fic hehehe
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😏🦋💌✨
😏 are you on discord?
girl (gn) you know i am!! i don't hand it out publicly anymore because of The Horrors but if any of my mutuals are chill and want to be friends i'd prefer messaging on there than on tumblr so just lmk!!
🦋 describe yourself in three words
anxious, nerd, horny 🫶🏻
💌 do you talk to yourself?
oh absolutely. i'm the narrator to my own life constantly. audience of zero but i'm still performing
✨ do you have any nicknames?
yes!! i go by a nickname irl because my full government name just doesn't work for me. makes me sound like a horse girl and i have whatever the opposite of horse girl energy is. maybe i'm the horse
SEND ME AN EMOJI 👇🏻
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tag nine people you want to catch up with/get to know better
tagged by @honestlydarkprincess 😘
last song: Tears of Gold by Faouzia
last movie: Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery
currently reading: The House Across the Lake by Riley Sager and The Writing Retreat by Julia Bartz
currently watching: Leverage
current obsession: I've been doing more writing lately and have started to knit and crochet more
tagging: @madneyslifeline, @madneyporchengagement, @barbiediaz, @barbiebuckley-han, @lucydonato, @firemedicdiaz, @fireladybuckley, @floralbuckleys, @nurse-buckley, @mistmarauder
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