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elvensorceress · 19 days

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idk I get incredibly angry at homophobes being cast on my gay shows. anybody want the start of my fic where Eddie dumps her bigoted ass and then has a gay ole sexy time with his husband and his husband's new boyfriend? because here. you can have. it's cathartic 💕

test drive - 2K, BuckTommy, BuckEddieTommy, Buddie endgame forever / Explicit

The restaurant is dimly lit in a way that might be classy and romantic, but Tommy’s hand is also on Buck’s thigh. And he’s having a lot of very not-classy, not even very romantic sorts of thoughts. Everything is far more along the lines of, he could put his hand on my dick, and I know what his cock feels like down my throat, and why are we here in a public place when we could be back at my loft taking turns fucking each other until we’re both a mess of cum and lube and sweat and sexy bruises and love bites? Because all of that is way more appealing than what they are sitting here, waiting to do.

If it were just one of their dates, it’d be great. Those are fantastic. Tommy likes to pick him up and take him to nice places and he smiles in a really, really soft cute way that also has an air of, I am going to fuck you until you scream and you will love every second. And holy fucking god, does Buck love every second.

Bisexuality, man. Who knew?

It’s so fantastic. It’s so different? Or maybe it’s just that Tommy is different because he’s ridiculously cool and hot and Buck always really liked when someone knew what they wanted and would take the lead and he could do everything in his power to please them and make them feel good. Confidence is infinitely sexy and competence even more so. And Tommy has all of that in spades.

And Buck loves men. Buck really loves men. It makes so much sense and how had he never even considered? Maybe he considered but he sure as hell never realized wanting a man and being attracted to a man was something that fit so well. Fuck, it fits so well.

Maybe he could even end up with a man someday? Maybe he could marry a man and have a relationship that is like this all the time for the rest of his life? Not that he doesn’t like women still. Women are great. People who don’t identify as either or they identify as both or however they choose— they’re great, too.

Everyone is hot and Evan Buckley is very bisexual, and it just might be one of the greatest revelations he’s ever had.

He’s just really, really enjoying being with a man right now.

He is not, however, enjoying the thought of this dinner. Everything about this dinner makes his stomach a washing machine of anxiety. For no reason. He doesn’t know why. There’s nothing wrong with it.

Why wouldn’t he and his boyfriend go on a double date with his best friend who is their mutual friend, and his best friend’s girlfriend. What is wrong with that? It’s fine. Should be— fun?

Shouldn’t be a bad taste in his mouth that the wine still hasn’t gotten rid of and roiling in his stomach that is really killing his appetite. But it very much is.

Tommy squeezes Buck’s thigh and rubs it in a way that surely is supposed to be comforting. But it makes Buck want to drag him out of this restaurant and back to the loft where he can show Tommy how good he is at fucking him now. Not just because it would be a thousand times better than the prospect of this dinner. The bar is so low on the ground, it’s buried at this point. But also because sex with his new boyfriend is better than— actually, Buck is having a hard time thinking of anything that is better right now.

Very hard time.

They’ve been practicing. Everything. Blowjobs, fucking, fingering, ball massages, prostate milking, rimming— all sorts of really fun things Buck never even imagined could feel so good. Not that he was oblivious to a lot of it. He has toys. His ex was into pegging. Buck might have been unaware of how intense and gay— well, bi. He’s bi now. Buck is bi now. Probably always was but he knows it now. He’s bisexual.— his attraction to men could be. But he was not unaware of sexual acts that feel good to his body.

But it’s totally different with a real man and a real cock and being manhandled by someone who might actually be bigger and stronger than you is really fucking hot.

He checks his watch again and it’s already 7:28. They’re almost half an hour late. Which is so not like Eddie. He’s not sure if Marisol is like that but he knows for sure Eddie is either fifteen minutes early for everything or he texts if there is a problem. Even then, he’s only ever a few minutes late. If that. And last Buck checked, there were no new messages on his phone.

He checks again, and still nothing. Not even to Buck’s message of, hey u ok? u on the way? He frowns and sets his phone back on the table and turns to Tommy. “How long before I’m allowed to be really worried?”

Tommy gives him an amused smile. “You can be worried.”

“How long before we need to bother Athena? Ten more minutes? Five? Sh-should I bother Athena now?”

Tommy’s eyebrows scrunch and he looks at Buck like he’s crazy. Okay, it’s probably crazy. Just. He’s worried? That must be the churning in his stomach. “I’m sure Eddie’s fine. It hasn’t been that long. And he’s Eddie.”

Yeah. Yeah, he’s Eddie. But Eddie was also shot downtown in the middle of broad daylight and nearly bled out all over, and there’s not much anyone can do even if they are trained in hand to hand combat and self-defense and those kinds of things. Not many ways to defend against a sniper round that shouldn’t even be a thing.

Not that Buck is thinking about that. Ever.

He’s just turning into a washing machine over this dinner. That’s all.

Five minutes later, some of it finally eases when Eddie finally shows up and sits down across from them. Alone.

Alone?

“Sorry, guys,” Eddie runs a hand through his hair and breathes like he’s run a hundred miles. He’s hardly been looking distressed at all lately. He’s been glowing smiles and pretty laughs. Not pretty. Nice? Good? Good that he’s so much happier and at peace.

But he’s not that now.

“I would’ve—” Eddie checks his own watch, one that was a Christmas present that Buck had engraved with, all the time you need, and must realize how late he actually is. “Fuck. Sorry. Really sorry. I’ll buy? Unless you’ve already eaten and paid and are about to leave.”

Tommy shakes his head and has that nice smile that’s so reassuring. “We haven’t. Don’t worry about it.”

“We were waiting,” Buck adds and itches to ask him what’s wrong, why he’s late, why he looks— like he isn’t okay.

“Great.” Eddie nods tersely and it sounds anything but great. “They got anything stronger than wine and cocktails here? Because—” He doesn’t say. But he does make a face the conveys everything.

“Doubt it,” Tommy says. “But we can get something somewhere else. Is Mar— Mari?”

“Marisol,” Buck supplies. Not that it matters. Not that he cares. Is he supposed to care? There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s fine.

“Right,” Tommy says, which should say everything. Eddie’s been hanging out with Tommy for months, Buck’s been with Tommy for months, and Tommy is pretty damn good at remembering people’s names. “Marisol. Is she still on the way?”

Eddie’s jaw gets very tight. “No. We’re done.”

Tommy looks at Buck and Buck looks at Tommy. They’re done? They broke up? Not that it’s particularly surprising. Part of the curse of dating someone you met on a call. Gotta be. Also the whole thing where Eddie has some kind of commitment issues or something because as soon as he gets a girlfriend, he has to spend all his time doing anything besides being with said girlfriend.

“So, drinking?” Tommy says.

Buck pushes his wine glass across the table. They usually share when they eat together. Drinks, food, anything. And he’s happy to offer it to the cause.

“Yes, drinking.” Eddie takes Buck’s wine and downs all of it.

Eddie’s single again. Marisol isn’t coming to dinner and she’s not part of their lives any longer. Not that Buck has a problem with her. She’s fine. She was nothing really. That wasn’t going to last. Eddie likes the idea of being with someone. So he says. He’s allergic to actually having a relationship for some reason.

The washing machine in Buck’s stomach disappears though. Which is so much better. Now, it’s just Buck hanging out with his best friend and his boyfriend.

Maybe there’s a little washing machine. It’s nothing though.

They order food and drinks, and Eddie only goes through a couple shots and three glasses of wine and one beer. But he eats and also drinks water and doesn’t seem inebriated at all. So, they focus on the meal and Tommy’s latest work stories of helicopter rescues.

It’s not until after Buck discreetly hands their waiter his credit card before they’re actually brought the bill, that Eddie actually starts talking.

“I kind of fucked up. Didn’t mean to. I owe you an apology,” he says and looks at Buck with worlds of regret and sorrow.

Whatever it is, Buck forgives him. He’s sure he’s done far worse than whatever it is. “Why? What, uh, what happened?”

Eddie doesn’t look at him. Or Tommy. He does shake his head but not like he’s saying no. More like he’s disgusted. “I let it slip that you two are— that you’re. Dating. Together. Boyfriends? Do you call each other that? Are you boyf— never mind, I let it slip. I’m sorry. That was my bad. Not my secret to tell.”

Tommy looks scrunched and confused again and Buck— he doesn’t understand what the problem is? No, he hasn’t told many people yet. But it’s not a secret that he and Tommy are together.

“Eds,” Buck says and immediately thinks he probably shouldn’t have called him that. He doesn’t know why. But he shouldn’t. “It’s fine. I’m not— It’s not a secret. I’m not hiding. Or— or in the closet? I’m out. Now. I’m bi and—” And he’s really happy about that. He really loves it. He’s bisexual. He loves women and men and whoever regardless of gender. And holy shit, does he love men right now. He really, really loves being with a man. He looks to his side and grins brightly at Tommy. “And I’m not ashamed or embarrassed that Tommy and I are together.”

There’s a cute half smile that curves the side of Tommy’s mouth and Buck so wants to kiss him. And do all sorts of other things with him.

“Well. Good.” Eddie taps his finger on an empty shot glass like he’s contemplating ordering another. “Still. Didn’t go well. Didn’t mean to out you like that.”

“Didn’t go well?” Tommy asks. “Saying that Evan and I are dating didn’t go well?”

Eddie purses his lips and does a slow, exaggerated shake of his head. “Nope. But at least I learned that now. Has the waiter brought our check yet? Because I’m just going to drink more if I don’t head out soon. Not that I’m sad about her or anything. I’m pissed. You think you know someone, and no. No, she’s a raging homophobe.”

She— oh. Oh, that’s what happened. “She broke up with you because we’re gay? Bi and gay? Or— you know what I mean.” Is Tommy gay? Or bi? Or something else? Buck hasn’t actually asked what label he uses. How he qualifies his sexuality. He felt weird asking. It’s so personal. Is he supposed to ask? All he knows is that Tommy was into him. Tommy kissed him and it was breathtaking, incredible, magnificent and changed Buck’s whole life. He didn’t really think anything beyond that. Couldn’t really think beyond that.

Eddie definitively points at himself and then at phantom nothingness. “I dumped her. Because I said this was a double date with you guys and she said, well not really, and I said, no really. It’s a double date. Her and me and both of you. Double date. Except not her. Ever. Anymore. Because she had to go off about how it was wrong and made her uncomfortable and I ‘let both of you be alone with Christopher?’ And it couldn’t possibly be a date like me and her would go on a date because she’s a woman and I’m a man and that was normal. But you two are both men. Both muscular, powerful, masculine, manly firemen type men— so it could never be the same especially because neither one of you are flamey or girly or whatever, so it could never work, the two of you since neither one of you is ‘The Girl.’ Which is all bullshit. By the way. Obviously. And,” he finally stops and breathes, and there’s a hard swallow in his throat and his eyes are distant and his whole body is strung tight and if he could breathe fire? He probably would. Holy shit, he’s pissed off. Buck isn’t even sure he’s ever seen Eddie this angry at anyone who hasn’t hurt someone he loves.

Although. Technically she did? Not hurt per se, Buck doesn’t give a shit about what she thinks of him. But she was insulting them. So. Yeah, okay, of course fiercely protective Eddie would be angry.

“And anyway,” Eddie says, still never quite looking at Buck or even at Tommy. Never quite focusing on them. “That’s how I’m single and back on the market again.” He smiles a wide, bitter, snarky kind of smile, and steals the half-full beer glass in front of Buck and downs it in one gulp.

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#buddie #bucktommy #jenwyn wip #buddie wip #almost done with the whole thing should be up in the next day or so #911 abc #fic: test drive

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evanbi-ckley · 1 year

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After the vows?? If you haven't already? 💕💕💕💕

Hello lovely Jenwyn 💕

This takes place immediately after Hen and Karen's vow renewal. Buck goes to the ceremony right after breaking things off with Taylor, but he hasn't told anyone. He's emotional about being single again - not so much about not being with Taylor, just in general. However, as the reception and party go on, he begins to realize he might not be as single as he thought thanks to a few side comments from Chris.

Thanks so much for asking!

#wip game #buddie #buddie wip #elvensorceress #jenwyn 💕#jules writes

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 1 year

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idk if you've talked about it yet but, home is wherever I'm with you? Pretty please??? 💕💕💕💕💕

Hello my dear! 💖

Home is wherever I'm with you is mostly vibes right now, but I was inspired but the song Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeroes and I really wanted something where Buck and Eddie meet before LA, particularly on the ranch Buck worked on in Montana because cowboys 🥵

I'm gonna completely fuck with canon timeline, but I want Eddie to be working at the ranch too while Buck is there, he's fresh from Afghanistan and left Texas with Chris earlier to get away from his parents

Buck is all cocky and full of that Buck 1.0 swagger and Eddie is withdrawn and haunted by what happened in Afghanistan. They bond and have this great impact on each other; Buck begins to want to settle down and have a family and Eddie starts to believe maybe he can be okay and be a good father to Chris

Then Buck panics and leaves, only to run into Eddie a few years later at the 118

#ryan gets mail #wip asks #buddie wip #Jenwyn 😇

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shortsighted-owl · 1 year

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I’m supposed to be sleeping because it’s already 530am and Jenwyn no sleeping yet but ????

Forehead kisses/bath pretty please?? 🦉✨💕💕💕

Jenwyn my Rainbow duck, you're gonna be so snoozy!!!

For you, a little snippet: (and @hippolotamus a little peek for you!)

Buck kneels, ignoring the creeping dampness from the bathmat and rests his forearm along the bath's rim. Runs his fingers gently, ever-so gently through Eddie's damp hair, careful to skirt the bruising where his helmet bit into head.

Brown meets blue as Eddies eyelid's crack open, and a soft sigh leaves his lips. The bath water ripples as Eddie stiffly lifts an arm, his wet hand slipping into Buck's own, slightly pruned and water-warm. He squeezes softly, and Buck squeezes back in kind. Reassurance. And continues his slow carding through Eddie's hair.

#My Poor snoozy rainbow duck #I hope you can have a good rest ths weekend #tea and love to you Jenwyn #owl wips #owl hoots #wip game #asks #elvensorceress #buddie #buddie wip

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wh0re-behavi0r · 2 years

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JOEY MY DEAR MY FRIEND MY BELOVED. TELL ME ABOUT A PRINCESS DIARIES BUDDIE AU?????

I don't even have a proper title yet 😩 (if anybody has any suggestions....)

but basically Buck is Mia and Eddie is Nicholas, and Eddie is meant to befriend Buck and convince him that he wouldn't enjoy being a king. Buck is tasked to marry someone who was born in Genovia so he can gain the citizens' trust.

Bobby is the one advising him on how to rule and Ravi is training to be Buck's bodyguard under Chim!

This is all I have so far... Nothing is really written that's interesting enough to share yet, but fingers crossed!

#jenwyn 📕#i like just got out of hating my writing so much that i never wanted to write again #so im hoping to write this one after i finish a few wips i have #buddie princess diaries au #my writing #thank you for asking about this #asks #❤️🥰

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the-likesofus · 1 year

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Buddie Fic Recs

AKA Talented Mutuals Tuesday

Except I spent so long making this list that the timezones changed over BUT I wanted to show my mutuals some love and now that we are going into the hiatus I thought you might all like a list of quality fics to keep you occupied while there is no new Weewoo show.

I don't know if anyone will actually want to join in on this but if you do the rules are simple:

SHOW YOUR MUTUALS SOME LOVE! Share your favourite fics, (or gifs, edits, literally anything that your very talented mutuals have made), as many or as few as you like but let's share the love around <3

Apologises in advance for the long post btw

@speaknowdiaz I would literally read anything that April writes and would probably sell a limb for the incredible WIPs I know she's still cooking up but here are a couple of my faves:

pining and anticipation (I don't want you like a best friend)

Buck challenges Eddie to try to hit on him after teasing Eddie for not having any ‘game’. This fic is very funny and very soft.

believe in one thing (i won't go away)

This fic hit me straight in the feels. Buck and Eddie go to couples therapy even though they aren't a couple and they work through some stuff.

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@thosetwofirefighters Incredible amazing Nat ily xx

Say It All Out Loud

Eddie comes out to Aunt Pepa after his ‘date’ with Vanessa. I am a little bit biased towards this one because she did write it for me but it's honestly just so good!

How to Cure Boredom: Buckley Edition

The 118 are stuck at the firehouse during a slow shift and Buck entertains them all by mattress-surfing the loft stairs. It’s soft and silly and in the same universe as her other fic Safe in His Arms.

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@loveyourownsmiilee The wonderful amazing Juju not only writes incredible meta and keeps us all fed with Oliver content but Juju also writes wonderful buddie fic.

When Were You Under Me?

Who doesn’t love a Friends AU. This is Buck and Eddie as Ross and Rachel and it is hilarious and so sweet.

You should also check out her Buddie Language Meta if you have not read it before <3

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@elvensorceress Jenwyn’s work always astounds me so be sure to check these out:

Color Him Father, Color Him Love

I will scream from the rafters how much I adore this fic and yes it did make me cry (happy tears). It’s a look into Buck’s head after his sperm donor kid is born and he realizes what Christopher (and Eddie) truly mean to him. I know I have recced this before but it deserves all the love.

Unless You Ask Me To

Eddie dates a man for the first time, and Buck is completely 'Fine'. This is a preemptive rec because it is one chapter away from completion and I have been saving it to binge in one sitting but knowing Jenwyn and her incredible talent I guarantee this will be worth the read.

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@spotsandsocks If anyone’s work is guaranteed to make me sob like a baby (happy, sad, or tears of laughter) it’s Spotty.

Everything But (temptation)

This is Spotty’s newest fic and it's just brilliant. Buck is practicing extreme self-control whilst Eddie is being an irresistible menace.

Could Have, Should Have, Would Have

Buck finally tells Eddie he loves him right before Eddie’s new boyfriend is supposed to meet Christopher. Honestly, all I can say about this fic is that it’s a masterpiece and I screamed many times while reading it.

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@shortsighted-owl Wonderful amazing Owly (Abbi). I appreciate you so and you make my dash so happy xx

Of foam-moustached kisses, and button combinations

For all your sweet domestic buddie needs this is the fic. Eddie is practicing a video game to get better than Chris and Buck makes fun of his ex-technophobe boyfriend.

Also THIS EDIT SET to the lyrics of You’re All That I Have by Snow Patrol make me assdffgghjjklkll

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@lilbuddie Okay, this one is just a brag because Minja doesn’t actually have any fics published yet (side eye) but I wanna make sure she is on everyone’s radar for when she does because yall are not ready for the incredible amazing talent that is this girl’s writing!! So go check out the snippets on her Tumblr and badger her until she finishes something plssssss

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@wheelsupin-five Hi! <3

Almost Almost Almost

This adorable of Buck who is always cold and Eddie warms him up I– asfffghhjkklllll

Under Kitchen Light

SO SOFT! Buck wakes up and Eddie isn't there, Buck finds him in the kitchen.

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@rogerzsteven Simi owns my heart and by that I mean my heart is locked in a cage in Simi’s basement where it is occasionally beaten to a pulp by the most incredibly angsty fics you've ever read.

Cleanse

Buck is extremely nauseous and Eddie takes care of him while I sob over them in a corner.

build me a home underground (free from light and sound)

This fic is so brutal in all the best ways, my heart was in my throat the entire read! Buck gets trapped in a sensory deprivation room while the 118 and Athena race to find him.

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@ashavahishta another incredibly talented mutual of mine

out of ashes

Is it really a Meegs rec list if I don’t rec this fic honestly it's engraved on my soul. This is a criminal minds/greys inspired fic where Buck is kidnapped and tortured until the 118 can find him. This fic is so so well written and means a million things to me I could never explain but pleaseeeee read it!!

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@jobairdxx hello lovely xx

Oh, We Pray to Make it Through the Night

Highly recommend this fic, I do love a near-death experience fic! Buck gets injured on a call and Eddie falls asleep holding vigil at his bedside.

Jules also writes beautiful poetry on Tumblr so go read some of that too <3

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@monsterrae1 MISS RAE! YOU INCREDIBLE THING! <3

love is on its way

I know we’re all a little bit in mourning over the couch theory but it lives on in our hearts and in this fic which has six moments between Buck and Eddie on the Diaz couch (and she’s a wee bit spicy too).

Buck's café (take my heart, just not my order)

Coffee Shop AU. Buck runs the shop where the 118 order all their drinks on shift. I absolutely adore this fic!

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@alyxmastershipper RYAN!! INCREDIBLY TALENTED MUTUAL THAT YOU ARE!!

there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head

If “aasdsdfghhjkl” was a person it was me reading this fic. Eddie comes out to Buck, receives a quirky mug, and gets together with the love of his life. In that order.

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@bekkachaos Wonderful, amazing Bekka xxx

lose yourself in the feeling

I am a sucker for ‘accidental kisses’ and this was just wonderful. Buck is so excited about Maddie and Chim getting engaged that he kisses Eddie when he tells him.

start me up, open my eyes

Okay, the mild sexual content tag is a lie, nothing has ever been closer to smut without actually being smut than this fic, I have never been so wound up reading a fic. Bekka builds the tension so so well.

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@sibylsleaves honestly I'm still a little in shock that we're mutuals now so please excuse me while I fangirl over your incredible writing!

with a bird at your door

Eddie starts spending all his time with Buck. Which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that Buck is in love with him. This fic is the perfect mixture of pining, angst, and a happy ending. And yes I think about this fic frequently I love it okay.

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@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy last but certainly not least (for now). hello lovely xx

(tell the gravedigger) better dig two

Missing scenes from while eddie is trapped in the well followed by the most perfect extended reunion scene. We all know I am a sucker for fics based on the well incident, it’s literally how i started writing for buddie but omg this fic!!!!

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Remember to share the love around and happy hiatus to you all.

Love, Meegs xxxx

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fic recs #buddie rec list #911 fox #eddie diaz #evan ‘buck’ buckley #christopher diaz #911 buddie #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #911 fic #911 fic recs #meegs says stuff #buddie ao3 #911 ao3 #buddie recs list 4 #talented mutuals tuesday #911 abc

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prettyboybuckley · 1 year

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GARY DARLING 💕 what is ace kink fic??? 👀💜🤍🖤🤍

Hi Jenwyn ❤️

Ah, the fic idea that sent me spiraling into a sexuality crisis 😂

In October I wrote and posted tied with love, a fic that ended up being very well received, much to my delight 🥹 There was one lovely comment in particular by @princessfbi (💕) about kink being another version of love languages that really got me thinking about the possibilities of non-sexual kink.

Even in fandom (and, dare I say it, particularly in this fandom), kink is still often seen as sometimes that is dirty and entirely about sex, something that only freaks and weirdos are into. It's about so much more than sex, and sometimes even not about sex at all.

So originally the idea was simply to write a fic where Buck and Eddie somehow managed to get themselves into a platonic BDSM dynamic and would fall in love along the way, but it felt like it wouldn't get the point across, if you get what I mean. The point being that it doesn't have to be sexual, let alone about attraction or sexual desire, and it doesn't have to eventually become sexual either.

That's what sparked the idea of one or both of them being asexual, and the research for that got ehhh a little intense. Probably didn't help that I'd started Concerta the week before and it somehow made me get caught in a very strong hyperfocus on the subject 🫠

I have about 12k so far, most of which is about Buck's experiences with attraction, relationships and kink dynamics and about Eddie figuring himself out and learning a lot of new things.

As a few people will be able to tell you, I can talk about this fic for hours and hours, but I won't make this post too long so I hope this satisfied at least a bit of your curiosity 💞

✨ ask me about one of my too many wips ✨

#oh look the mailman came by!#elvensorceress #buddie #buddie wip #gary writes

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hippolotamus · 1 year

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find the word challenge

Thanks for the tags @alyxmastershipper @swiftiediaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @elvensorceress @spotsandsocks😘

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

My words are (I just did the ones I had!): gentle, hands, please, stop, sigh, love, scream, heaven, stars, home, peace tugs, sleep, tender, whisper, fall, reach, cries, lick, understand, longing, sweet, night, regret, blue, fear, couch, wall

Words for people I tag: tea, lonely, book, radio, mess

Tagging (if you want to play) my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @rmd-writes @apothecarose @fatedbuddie @shortsighted-owl @alysiswriting @monsterrae1 @vanillahigh00

For anyone that has known me for more than 2 seconds, you know that WIP is a very broad term in my world. Also, there are many words, so under the cut for mine. Off we go!

@alyxmastershipper's words:

gentle (Wait for me to come home) He relearns how to adjust his touch to something more gentle. To keep his thrusts calibrated for someone smaller, lighter. To expect that the hands touching him won’t be calloused and firm, but soft and featherlight. He likens it to returning to a favorite childhood hangout. Somewhere that feels familiar, with mostly good memories, but you know you don’t exactly belong there anymore.

hands (Buddie stargazing fic) Evan scratches the back of his neck, where the grass tickles his skin, before pillowing both hands under his head and crossing his ankles.

please (from S6 midseason spec) Eddie stares, scrunching his eyebrows for a moment, then glances up at Buck with a look he can’t quite decipher. He’s not upset, but doesn’t exactly look pleased either. “That’s- that’s great, Buck. Good for them. I’m glad you were able to help.”

stop (from Buck moving into Eddie's fic) The racing thoughts abruptly stop, replaced with only one. One absolutely absurd memory.

sigh (from [redacted] for @alysiswriting) With a resigned sigh, he finishes filling his plate with an array of raw vegetables, Linda’s BLT dip, and something he only knows is wrapped in phyllo dough. For good measure he takes a second one because he knows Buck’s been eyeing them up. Eddie would gladly hand it over, but he actually wants to try it for himself.

@swiftiediaz's words:

love (from [redacted] for @elvensorceress) Buck enters the apartment, his movements still slow, like he’s floating. Buoyed by the love and contentment that only comes from spending an evening at the Diaz house.

scream (also from the [redacted for Jenwyn]) The hollow ache in his chest that’s always there unexpectedly feels deeper. Wider. Like it may actually break through and tear him apart. How can such emptiness feel so massive? As if his ribs are slowly cracking open, snapping one by one, stretching the skin while crushing his lungs and heart. He wants to scream or cry or something. Anything. But it’s all stuck, gathered in a tangle that refuses to budge.

stars (Buddie stargazing) The line goes dead, leaving him alone with the fireflies. Pinpricks of stars are beginning to emerge in the night sky, forming faint outlines of near recognizable constellations. If she could see them, he wonders if Maddie would see the same sky where she is. Maybe.

home (Stevie/Ruth) Stevie doesn’t need a lot in life, but there’s something to be said for a company car that will take her where she wants. And right now she wants to get home, to the person who will gladly carry every ache and burden she has. Because no matter the geographical location, Ruth is home.

peace (Fashion & Baseball) Patrick wishes his mind would string together something more coherent than flashes of partial words he can’t seem to access. The single language available is David, David, David on an endless loop. He looks relaxed, holding his fingers up in a peace sign, dressed in a black sweater patterned with white flowers, tight black jeans and sunglasses that are probably worth more than Patrick’s car.

@mysteriouslyyounggalaxy's words

tugs (I know all your Secrets) Patrick greedily claims David’s mouth and brackets his palms on David’s waist, tugging their hips together. There’s a renewed urgency to his movements, signaling to David that Patrick wants control now.

sleep (David/Stevie The Honeymoon coda) During the day she parades around with a see-if-I-care attitude, armed with a razor sharp wit, ready to cut whoever gets too close. At night though, fucked out and fast asleep, she tells a different story. It’s present in the way her mussed up raven hair fans across the pillow.

whisper (David/Patrick mall pretzel Patrick) He lets his head loll to the side and shoots her the best glare he can manage. When he’s satisfied he’s glared enough, David drapes his arm across his forehead and knits his brows together. “Stevie.” It comes out part whine, part whisper, all desperation.

fall (Buck moving into Eddie's) Or Eddie holding Buck in the aftermath of Abby coming back, letting him sob and fall apart until he exhausted himself and Eddie put him to bed.

@elvensorceress's words:

reach (Twylexis) “‘Lexis!” Twyla bolts up in bed, orienting herself to the room lit only by a patch of moonlight. She reaches out to the other half of the bed, grasping at air, and it takes her a moment to realize — to remember — she’s alone because Alexis is away. This always happens the first night, but she still isn’t used to it.

cries (Stevie/Ruth) There’s an uncomplicated sense of satisfaction when her key slides into the lock and she pushes the door open. After it clicks shut, there’s a clang from the kitchen accompanied by a string of curses that makes Stevie chuckle. Because really if she doesn’t, she might cry at this point.

sweet (Fashion & Baseball) “Oh, just look at all my sweet boys!” Marcy Brewer coos in the direction of Patrick, Andy, Ted, Mutt and David, all standing in the grass outside the Brewer house.

understand (magical realism cat!Buck) “What does that matter?” Buck asks, tilting his head to the side like he genuinely doesn’t understand. “You’ve been raising him this whole time, you’re an amazing father. Gods, Eddie, have you even looked at your son lately?”

longing (David/Patrick Olive Branch) It‘s as if his efforts to remain professional had wrapped around the remnants of despair and longing only to fray and knot them all together.

@spotsandsocks words:

night (magical realism cat!Buck) Ana slips out the door, turning to smile again and blow him a kiss. The deep red imprint floats through the autumn air, landing on his cheek soft like a butterfly. Then she’s gone in a swirl of lavender smoke and fallen leaves, fading into the night.

blue (magical realism cat!Buck) He can already feel the eyes on him before he closes the door. The bright blue orbs, almost electric with their intensity.

fear (Wait for me to come home) Buck had let him do that. He taught Eddie how to want without shame or fear of rejection. Shannon doesn’t know that Eddie though. Afraid of driving her away from Christopher again he had immediately shut that part of himself down.

couch (Buck moving into Eddie's) People wouldn’t see video game tournaments on the couch, baking cookies with Christopher, Eddie telling him there’s no one he trusts more with his son.

wall (Buddie stargazing) He doesn’t want to, not yet. Out here is calm and relaxing. Inside is stuffy and constricting. It makes his muscles tense, like he needs to move. And in there he’s not allowed to move the way he wants. Mom and Dad have so many fragile things lining the walls, Evan wonders if they aren’t secretly inhabiting a museum. At any rate, as parents, he’s pretty sure their focus is in the wrong place.

#this was fun #and intense #find the word tag #hippo writes #and maybe has too many wips #tag games #buddie wip #buck x eddie #david x patrick #stevie x ruth #stevie x david #twylexis #twyla x alexis

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saybiwithme · 1 year

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🌈💌🎉

Ilysm!!! 💕💕💕💕

Jenwyn hi! I love you! 🥹❤️

🌈 is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?

Yes, the first buddie fic I ever wrote. I could take you, I got stuck on how I wanted to write the smut. @eddiescowboy & @superdanys helped me figure it out! Love them forever 🥹❤️

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Surprise party fic my beloved, I’m actually planning on the 118 getting in on planning the surprise party! Also Bobby finds out but is just like I do not see. That’ll be chapter 3 though and all I can share at the moment lmao 🥹

🎉 how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

I sometimes get so nervous after posting lmao but I have started looking back on what I liked writing the most and give myself a Pat on the back for it. The last two fics I have definitely been doing that just because I personally liked them a lot.

Fic writer asks

#elvensorceress #asks #jenwyn tag #thanks for this!

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elvensorceress · 12 days

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not quite tuesday tidbit teases

it's probably tuesday somewhere and this just popped in my head and I wanted to share. what do you think? do we want more?

tagging if any of you want to share something 😘 @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz @messyhairdiaz @rainbow-nerdss @tizniz @spotsandsocks @daffi-990 @monsterrae1 @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck @wh0re-behavi0r @911onabc @chaosandwolves @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @rogerzsteven @epicbuddieficrecs @bekkachaos @fiona-fififi @wikiangela @exhuastedpigeon @the-likesofus @hoodie-buck @lover-of-mine @mikereads @jesuiscenseedormir @lemonzestywrites 💕

It’s just after midnight and Buck is going to bed.

He’s been saying this for a couple hours but YouTube had too many AItA videos and Instagram had those gorgeously edited food recipe posts and he doesn’t even want to talk about the doomscrolling of TikTok. But he had a day off and it was supposed to be with Tommy so they could take the weekend and go somewhere fun and romantic, but then Tommy had to work. Buck could’ve gone in with the rest of A shift. But it was nice to have some alone time for himself so he took time for himself.

His phone goes off with a call five seconds after he’s gotten into bed. It’s a number he doesn’t know. So he could ignore it. Or wait until they’ve left a message. But who would call at this hour for no reason? Or for scamming, telemarketing reasons?

So Buck answers.

“Buckley?” The man on the other end says. He sounds vaguely familiar but not enough that Buck came put a name or face with a voice.

“Uh, yeah? Who is this?”

“Mehta. Captain Mehta. Of the 133.”

“Oh, hey,” Buck says, automatically friendly and smiling. That makes sense now. “What’s up? Why the— why are you calling?” Why would he call in the middle of the night?

Why does anyone call in the middle of the night.

“Buckley,” he says and it sounds… it sounds… it sounds like…

They have him now. They’ll take care of him. Why don’t we get you cleaned up. He’s in good hands. They’ll rush him to surgery. You don’t have to worry. Let’s get you cleaned up.

Lets get you cleaned up.

Buck can’t breathe. His whole body is cold. Frozen.

He tries to get out of bed. He tries, but just slides to the floor beside it. He doesn’t make it any further.

“Buckley, there was a helicopter crash. Your team, our team we went to rescue the pilot. Your, uh, sorry, I don’t know what you call him, but your boyfriend? Life partner? He—”

Oh god. No. No, that’s not. That’s not happening. That is not what is happening right now. This can’t be a, Tommy is dead and I’m letting you know. It can’t be that. It’s not. They were going to—

They were supposed to have a romantic trip together. Wine tasting and some kind of museum Tommy thought Buck would love and maybe a visit to a hot springs up north and they were going to watch the sunset and the sunrise and—

And he can’t be dead. He can’t be.

“He’s alive,” Mehta says. “We’re at Cedars-Sinai. He’s alive, but. It doesn’t look good. He’s in the ICU now. He’s critical.”

Buck pushes himself up. Has to. He has to be there.

He barely remembers to thank Mehta or even end the call before he switches off his phone and runs out the door.

The drive is a blur. The drive is probably very illegal and he doesn’t know how he doesn’t crash, but he doesn’t have time to wait for an Uber or for anyone else. He runs as fast as possible to the ER lobby, and almost runs directly into Chimney.

Not almost. Buck crashes into him and almost knocks them both to the floor but that almost actually is an almost because Chim somehow steadies them both.

He’s pale. Shaken up. His eyes are red. He’s been crying.

“Chim,” Buck says as broken as he feels. “Chim, where— where is he? What happened? How did this happen? Please tell me he’s okay. He can’t be dying, right? That can’t be happening?”

Chim opens his mouth and grips Buck’s arms tighter, still trying to steady him. “Buck, we— we don’t know yet. It was bad, but he’s tough. You know that. He could be fine.”

Buck lets out a broken whimper and backs away from him. “No. He is fine. He’s fine and this isn’t happening. I just— Chim, I just found him. I can’t lose him already.”

There’s a flash of something on Chimney’s face but there’s movement around Buck, too. Other people. Bobby, he’s pretty sure. And Hen. They would be here. They would try to comfort him. But they don’t need to because it’s fine. Everything is fine and this isn’t happening.

It can’t be happening.

He can’t be dying.

There’s more movement and it’s all blurry, probably filtered through tears, but then everything stops. The world stops.

Tommy is right in front of him. Whole, alive, real, a little rumpled and there are bloody scratches and bandages on his face and around his arm. But he’s here. He’s fine.

Buck slams into him, throws his arms around him, and sobs as he clutches him.

“Baby,” Tommy says softly as he hugs Buck tightly, cradling him, comforting him, and Buck can breathe. He’s not frozen. Everything is okay. They were all wrong. Buck knew they were wrong. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Tommy tells him and holds him tighter.

Buck pulls back just to look at him. “No, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He takes a deep breath and smiles because Tommy is fine. He’s right here and everything is good. Buck touches Tommy’s battered face and caresses him gently. He’s bruised and also pale, and very soggy. It’s been stormy tonight. Another reason why Buck wasn’t all that eager to go out in it. “They told me— fuck, they scared me. I thought— I thought I lost you. I was so scared. I don’t want to lose you. He told me—Mehta, Captain Mehta— he called and told me there was a helicopter crash and my boyfriend was in the ICU and he’s critical and it didn’t look good, and I can’t— god, I can’t. Tommy, I—”

Tommy’s face isn’t good. It’s pale. Bad. Not smiling. Not relieved. It falls and he can’t even hide the devastation on it. He looks like guilt and death, and his mouth moves but nothing comes out. “Evan,” he finally says, barely says. It’s too quiet, too broken. “Evan…”

No. No, Buck doesn’t like that. He doesn’t want to throw up right now. And he just might. His heart is rabbit speed lightning and his legs don’t exist anymore and there’s an awful blackhole of apocalyptic world-ending destruction swirling and growing in his stomach.

Someone takes his arm. Someone needs his attention. He’s moved from Tommy’s arms because there is no safety or comfort anymore. There’s no relief. There’s no happily ever after, nothing will ever be okay.

Buck knows why Mehta said what he said. He knows who isn’t here. He knows who would have come to him and immediately comforted him.

He knows.

He knows what this is now. It can’t be that. It can’t. Buck doesn’t know anything.

Hen tells him. She holds his arm and says calmly even if it’s broken. Everything is broken. They’re all broken. “Buck. It’s Eddie.”

No. No, it isn’t. It isn’t that either. Buck really can’t take that. It was bad enough, unimaginable enough the other way. It can’t be this.

He’s already done this. They did this before. More than once. Forty plus feet of cruel earth and a whirling burst of metal and blood all over him.

Eddie’s blood was all over him.

“The helicopter went down and got stuck on the cliffs. He went in so he could pull Tommy out, and we got Tommy out,” Hen tells him, every word a knife stabbing through both of them. All of them.

“He saved me,” Tommy says, quiet and full of regret. “He saved me and went down with it. They thought it was stable enough. It wasn’t. They got him out after. But…”

Buck collapses to his knees on the floor and holds his head in his own hands as if he can somehow hold himself together when there’s no holding himself together.

It’s Eddie.

It’s Eddie it’s Eddie it’s Eddie.

Buck shatters like flimsy glass and sobs in all the pieces that are ripped out of him. What about Chris? What about Abuela? What about Eddie’s parents and sisters and friends and everyone else who loves him?

What about Buck? They can’t be BuckandEddie without Eddie.

“I need to see him,” Buck suddenly says to the closest person who will listen. “I need to be with him. Please. Please.”

There’s arguing that happens. Bobby yells at someone. Hen, Chim, and Tommy stay around him like a protective guard. Until someone finally agrees. He’s not in surgery, they can’t take him to surgery yet. He’s not stable enough. But he’s on a ventilator, life support. They warn him and Buck doesn’t care. He knows how bad these things can be. He’s lived through several.

They give him five minutes.

They’ll have to drag him out with an armed guard if they think Buck will agree to only that. But at least it’s something.

It’s something.

Eddie is mostly covered. Blankets, wires, tubes, IV lines, bandages. He’s paler than all of them. Slightly blue-purple, cyanotic. They tell him a few things but Buck can’t hear them. He just wants to be with Eddie.

Buck sits beside him and rests a shaking hand over Eddie’s hand, under the blankets where it’s trying to be warm. Buck would give anything to keep him warm, and alive.

Eddie needs to stay alive. He needs to.

Buck rests his forehead on the side of the bed near their joined hands. He would say something if he had the capacity to form words and sentences. The only thing in his head right now is, don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.

And that’s probably all he can say. All that really matters.

Don’t leave me, don’t leave me, please, don’t ever leave me.

(read now on AO3)

#tease tidbit tuesday #jenwyn wip #buddie wip #mentions of #bucktommy #but this is me okay lol anything and everything is about buddie #911 #buddie #fic: if i should fall

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bi-buckrights · 1 year

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Have you talked about baseball au yet?? Because 👀👀👀💕💕💕💕💕

Hello Jenwyn 🥰

The baseball au is my big project right now, currently at 20k and I'm about halfway through! Buck is a hitter for the Phillies and Eddie pitches for the LA Angels. It's like a speed run of Enemies to Lovers and quickly turns into Friends with Benefits (also with feelings but neither of them will admit it) 😌

I am so excited about this fic and have had so much fun writing it! Here is the first snippet I shared a while back 💕

Ask me about my wips

#ask game #buddie wip #baseball au

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bibuckbuckley · 1 year

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🌈🎉💌

Ily! 💕💕💕💕💕

Jenwyn my beloved!!

🌈is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?-

There's a few but the one that comes to my mind is i make sense of the madness (when i listen to your voice) bc I that one took a lot of me emotionally when it wrote and I almost gave up on it several times but I finally finished the day of Eddie's breakdown 😂

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)-

I honestly don't know. Like I would be happy that I posted it but then I would get anxious and get into my head, so I don't think I give myself the credit like I need to. But I've started therapy since the last fic I posted so maybe I'll be a little better at it once I finally do

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!-

I really don't have much to show snippet wise (still been having a hard time writing). BUT I will talk about the Buddie Big Family AU and that (as of now) the premise is about Buck and Eddie finding and wanting to adopt a fire station baby which makes them reevaluate their situation and relationship.

Thank you so much babe!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

fic writing asks

#kj gets an ask #elvensorceress #the jenwyn tag

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 1 year

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If you have not already! 🤗💕💕💕

Hello my dear 🥰 thank you for the ask!

❤️: Share one of your favorite lines (oh this was one tough, but I choose this from the epilogue for red life might stream again)

Those arms tighten around him, the pressure of Eddie’s delightful strength pressing against Buck’s skin through his rumpled sleep clothes and soothing the panic that was rising in his chest. Buck turns his head slightly and noses at Eddie’s temple. His skin is still sleep-warm and the edge of his hair curls damply against the skin, brushing softly against the tip of Buck’s nose and flooding his nostrils with the scent of sweat and Eddie. “What are you doing up, Eds?”

Eddie hums and starts swaying their bodies side to side, a gentle rocking motion that makes Buck smile. “You weren’t there,” he grumbles into Buck’s neck.

🤯: Share a surprising line, or one where a character realizes something (from 5 + 1 blowjob fic; not exactly sure of this fits but 🤷)

Eddie’s hand remains on Buck, keeping it plastered to his thigh. Buck isn’t sure whether Eddie is even really aware of it, and that more than anything makes Buck feel light-headed. Eddie’s hand had reached for his and held on out of instinct. There was no thought, no debate, he just reached out, easy and comfortable.

🎲: Using a method of your choosing, share a randomly selected line (from first son au)

"Please, Eddie," Buck says softly. "Forget about everything else. Forget about family and politics and duty. Forget about everything except for you and me, right here, right now." His blue eyes burn into Eddie, so deep and expansive like the sea, always begging Eddie to fall into them.

He's been drowning in Buck since the day they met, and if Eddie had his way, he'd never take a breath of air free from the tide of Evan Buckley ever again.

Eddie’s heart threatens to beat out of his chest as he says, "If things were different, I would still follow you around all the time. Because I wanted to. Not because I had to."

🫂: Share a line (or dialogue exchange) that shows the relationship between two characters (from epiloge of red life might stream again)

Buck deflates, every rigid line of muscle softening as he leans back against Eddie. Eddie happily takes the weight, feeling grounded and steady with the pressure of Buck against him and so fucking honored and secure in the knowledge that Buck trusts Eddie to hold him up.

send me an emoji and I'll share an excerpt from one of my wips

#ryan gets mail #buddie wips #wip ask game #jenwyn 💖#hugs and kisses to you darling

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shortsighted-owl · 1 year

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Abbi Owl, my love, my darling! Whennnnnn is lightning strike fic going to be finished and posted?? 👀👀👀 no rush, of course! I am just sitting on your shoulder with very big duck eyes 👀 I love you so much! You’re amazing! I hope your day is going well! 💕💜💕💜💕💜💕💜💕

Jenwyn, my dear rainbow duck 🦆🌈 Thank you for your quacks and sparkly duck eyes!

I’m hoping to have Chapter one finished by Friday at the latest!

It should be three chapters total, titled: Charge separation (The lightning strike), Charge transfer (The hospital), and Charge recombination (Some amnesia!buck recovering with his Diaz boys, and Eddie realising that even without his memories, Buck’s body and actions never forget Eddie and Chris.)

Love and tea to you! ❤️ I hope you’re having a great day so far!

#Thank you Jenwyn #🌈🦆#jenwyn #i am so excited to post it honestly #6b lightning strike spec fic #911 on fox #buddie #owl hoots #owl wips #owl writes #elvensorceress #jenwyn🌈

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confetti-cupcake · 2 years

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Hugs!

Thanks so much for the ask, Jenwyn!! 🤗❤️

🤔 What’s one genre you’ve never written that you’d like to try?

This is an incredibly boring answer, but since every single one of my WIPs are AUs, it would be fun to write some kind of fic based entirely in canon for once. Like an episode coda or fix-it fic. Unfortunately, I deeply struggle to keep things brief, and the process of plotting and then finally sitting down to write and edit can be pretty long for me, so I feel like by the time I'd finish a fic like that, people will have already moved on from that episode and whatever happened would be old news. Maybe someday!

👻 Have you written holiday-themed fics? If yes, which is your fave? If not, what’s one holiday you’d want to write for, and which character(s) would the fic be for?

I've never written a holiday-themed fic, although in my Are You The One? fic there's a chapter I have yet to write that's about Eddie's birthday and all the drama that comes with it (and let's be real, Eddie Diaz's birthday deserves to be considered a holiday 😂). But for a more traditional holiday, if I had to choose, I'd probably write a Buddie fic about New Year's Eve. I think there's something so romantic about the countdowns and new year's kisses and then your favorite ship starting off a new chapter of their lives together alongside the new year. And this is probably related to my love for the Taylor Swift song, but I love the thought of the quiet domesticity of what happens after the big New Year's Eve party when they're alone together — like the thought of Buck and Eddie having an "I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day" moment makes me absolutely feral.

🎶 What music do you listen to when you write?

Okay so because my brand of fic at this point is basically "Buck and Eddie fall in love on X reality show", I find that listening to music from the specific show I'm writing for helps a lot with capturing the mood. Like when writing challenge scenes on my Survivor fic, I'll pull up some music from past Survivor challenges that match the pace of what I'm trying to write. If I'm writing a Tribal Council scene, I'll put on intense Tribal Council music (Australian Survivor has some great ones). Once when I was writing for my Amazing Race fic, I just put on a YouTube playlist that was basically just the theme song on a loop 😂

Outside of that, I usually stick to instrumental piano covers of songs I like or match the mood of the scene, but sometimes I'll go for something with lyrics. "You Are In Love" by Taylor Swift is a big one when I write sweet, quietly romantic scenes. "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry is kind of a go-to for "Honeymoon phase" scenes (for lack of a better word), and Sara Ramirez's cover of "The Story" is a big one for the big, sweeping moments of realization/admitting feelings.

Send me a Fanfic Ask from this list!

#ask box #elvensorceress #ask game #fanfic asks

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