#and so all the parents stop hitting on buck (well. most of them. some of them are lowkey tryna be homewreckers) and buck notices and is lik

[tommygotwrittenoff]

also love the idea of eddie bringing buck along to help out at some pta event and all the single parents are like 👀👀 and hit on him and eddies just losing his mind watching it happen

[chronicowboy]

"Lot of things wrong with the world right now, but Eddie Diaz on my doorstep isn't one of them," Hen says when she opens the door.

"Hey, Hen." The last time he'd said that neither of them could manage more than a tight-lipped nod, the weight of dress uniform and black suit alike weighing them down, now however, their smiles bloom in unison—not quite easy except for the way that it always is with Hen.

As she beams up at him, Eddie's hit by just how much he's missed her. Hadn't really had the time to think about it before. Not with parents and Christopher and Uber passengers and Buck to occupy his time. On her birthday, he'd wanted so badly to hug her tight and tell her the world got a little brighter the day she was born even if he wasn't there to see it, he just knows. And then, well, Bobby had died and there hadn't been room to miss anyone but him really.

The ache of missing Henrietta Wilson is sudden and fierce in the presence of her steady warmth.

She pulls him into a hug right there on the doorstep, and Eddie wraps her in his arms without hesitation, screwing his eyes shut when she squeezes him extra tight. Eddie lets her draw back, lets her sad eyes pin him in place.

"Want some tea?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

"I'd love some." And he tries not to think about it. Really he does. How tea is halfway between water and juice. Hot water infused with dried fruit. A subpar substitute. A stepping stone maybe.

Hen closes the door behind him, and he follows her into the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop to watch her careful dance with the kettle. She fetches two mugs from the cabinet and pulls out the tea caddy Buck had found in an antique store two 118 Secret Santas ago. She waves it under his nose as the kettle starts to whistle.

"Pick your poison," she tells him, drifting back towards the stovetop.

He rifles through the neatly stacked packages until his eye catches on a red-orange square. He plucks it from the tin and brings it up to his nose, inhaling the sweet citrusy scent of it. Blood orange and cranberry. Just like Buck's shower gel.

The sound of a cup hitting the table brings him out of his stupor, and Eddie flushes, offering the tin to Hen. She takes one at random, ripping it open and dropping it into her water. Eddie sits down next to her and tears his own teabag open, drowning it in boiling water.

"How are you?" he asks as their teas steep.

"I'm okay." She nods, smiling at him tight-lipped. "Lung's all healed up, and I'm cleared for full duty again."

Eddie shoots her a deadpan look.

"That's not what I was asking and you know it."

Hen rolls her eyes, but they don't come back to Eddie, they stay in some faraway corner of the room, somewhere Eddie wouldn't be able to find if he tried, somewhere Eddie knows more intimately than most.

"I'm getting through, Eddie." She sighs, shrugs. "I don't really know what else there is to do."

"Yeah." Eddie nods down at his cup. "I know what you mean."

"What about you?" she asks gently, ducking to catch his eye. "Getting through?"

"Most of the time." Eddie purses his lips, shakes his head. "I keep trying to convince myself that it's not my fault." He wraps his hands around his mug then, the burn of it grounding him in the moment.

"Eddie."

"No, I know." He huffs, rolls his eyes at himself. "Rationally, I know. But I can't shake the thought that I could have—I might have been able to change things."

"That's a little insulting, Eddie," she mumbles. Eddie's eyes jump up from the ruddy orange depths of his tea, startled into confrontation by the words.

"What?"

"You don't think we were enough?" She raises an eyebrow at him. "Don't think we could have stopped it, saved him, if we'd known?" She ploughs on, ignoring the way his mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. "Or do you just think you're more observant than the rest of us?"

"No, of course not."

"Then what the hell could you have done?" There's something about the way she says it. Something about the gentle chiding, the chastising softness, the firmness of her care, that reminds him of Bobby. Of a captain. Of Henrietta Wilson. The effect of it is dizzying, sobering.

"I don't know," he admits, shoulders hunching, defeated by harsh reality and hypotheticals alike. "I just." His voice breaks, and Eddie takes a sip of tea to wash the cracks away, barely winces at the burn of it. "Ever since Buck called me, I can't stop thinking about—"

"The what ifs?" she asks quietly. Eddie nods. "Yeah, I know a little something about that."

Eddie hates himself then. Just as fiercely as he had when Buck's ragged voice had come down the line all those weeks ago. What are his what ifs compared to those of the people who were there? Who were close enough to do something about it but still so far, too far?

He takes another sip of his tea. Remembers why he's here.

"Like what if you were captain?" he chances, raising an innocent eyebrow. The look Hen turns on him then is harrowing, flat and unimpressed and just a slight bit daring.

"How did you find out?"

"Through the grapevine." He shrugs.

"And which grape told you?" she deadpans. Eddie hides his smile in his tea.

"Well, Athena told Karen and Karen told Chimney and Chimney told Maddie and Maddie told Buck and—"

"And Buck told you," Hen says, sighs maybe, doesn't ask, like it's that obvious, like it was inevitable. Eddie ducks his head, heat creeping into his cheeks, hiding from whatever emotion has stolen into Hen's expression. He shrugs again. "I should've known." She takes a sip of her tea, digs a fingernail into the grain of the table. "How is he? Buck?" And this question. This was inevitable too. Eddie exhales a pained breath.

"I wish I knew." He shakes his head, runs a hand through his hair, thinks about the note waiting for him on the coffee table when he'd woken up that morning—gone to help Maddie and Chim with the nursery, breakfast's in the oven :). "He won't talk about it. Not in any real way." Thinks about how Buck had locked himself in his room the night of the funeral, how he hadn't come out until the next morning, how Eddie had found him bouncing between five separate prep stations in the kitchen, how he'd been out the door before Eddie could ask how he was. "All he does is run around after everyone else." Thinks about the night Eddie had fallen apart on the couch, and Buck had held him through it like it wasn't his grief to share. "I feel like I see him less now than I did when I was in El Paso."

"Yeah." Hen's eyes fall to the table, a furrow appearing between her eyebrows. "Maddie said he's been doing his therapy, engaging with it well, but I think Buck's always been better at locking things away than most of us like to think."

"It's only the easy emotions he wears on his sleeve," Eddie mumbles absentmindedly. "I normally have to work to drag the bad ones out into the open."

Silence stretches between them, heavy and taut, long enough that Eddie's eyes pick their way back to Hen's face. He almost flinches at the expression there. Something knowing and confused at the same time, something tight in her eyes and loose around her mouth, something relieved and pained all at once.

"No luck yet?" she asks eventually. It feels like more than it is. He shakes his head slowly.

"I keep trying, but he just... Tells me that he's handling it. That I don't have to worry about him, and I should focus on myself for once." He scoffs, bites at the inside of his cheek. "That's not how we work, and he knows it." Eddie doesn't look at Hen this time, keeps his gaze trained on the teabag wilting in the bottom of his cup. "God, Hen, I can't stop hearing his voice on the phone that night." His voice comes out quiet, broken. Not what Buck's had been: loud and jagged. A great choking, hiccupping sound that Eddie wasn't even sure you could call a voice. "He could barely speak. He kept apologising over and over, and I was eight-hundred miles away and I couldn't do anything."

"Well." Hen grabs his hand, squeezes once, so he glances over at her. "You're not eight-hundred miles away now, so what are you gonna do about it?"

Eddie pauses. Stills. Thinks about how the grief had fallen on him like a tonne of bricks when Buck had broken the news. How he'd thought he'd never be able to get up off the ground. How he'd thought he'd stay buried there in the middle of his fucking living room for the rest of his life. How Buck had called him every day, digging Eddie out brick by brick. How Buck had carried them all for Eddie.

And he thinks too of how many other bricks Buck must be carrying. Wants to takes them all off his back with gentle hands. Wants to dab antiseptic into his abrasions. Wants to wrap him up in a hug. Wants to divvy the bricks up between them equally, carry them together. Together. Always together.

"I'm gonna be here," he says, resolute. Lets certainty fill him for the first time since he'd walked into his parents' house to pack Christopher's bag. "I'm gonna be here to catch him when he falls."

"Yeah, I thought so." Hen smiles at him, and it's a small thing, but the pride in it is overwhelming. "Families can only survive for so long apart."

And that's it, isn't it? Buck is family. Not the one he chose. That was Hen and Chimney and Bobby. But Buck is the family he built—they built.

"Speaking of..." Hen drawls, eyes evasive, glinting with something. "The 118 is still waiting for you to come home."

"Oh, yeah?" he asks, quirking a smile.

"Yeah. They've been missing you." She nods seriously. "Got a place carved out for you and everything."

"You know, that's something only a captain could promise."

"Well, how about that." Hen grins, all mischief and mystery.

Eddie shakes his head and huffs a laugh.

"Henrietta Wilson, always three steps ahead."

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

james being with a girl out of his league, and she lets him fuck her and he's completely in awe, he couldn't stop bucking his hips and whining, even after he cums he keeps going because he just cannot pass up fucking her, his hesitant touches while basically crying from how amazing it feels, calling her mommy and being praised the entire time

Btw it's Archie I'm going insane

A/n: Really thought you could just leave me after you found a man 🙄

Warnings: smut, mommy kink, light dacryphilia, overstimulation, praise kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

The parties in the Thrash scene were basically just the same people in different settings. There were a few gangs that came and went but for the most part it was the same hundred or so crowds piling into different venues, houses, wherever the party was at with good music.

You were bound to party with the same people, hear the same bands, it didn't matter because it was all for the fun of it, and god was it fun.

Metallica was a newer band on the scene, they were getting out there and making a big fuss. You liked them quite a bit, mostly you liked the quiet, timid front man, James Hetfield. He was cute, shy, had the look of metal in him but the second you tried talking to him he got this big ol' grin and his cheeks just lit right up before he found a way to get out of there.

You found out little bits of him from other people, he was a year younger than you, raised quite religiously, sweet guy, loud when you got to know him.

James found out what he could about you from anyone and everyone he could, your favourite foods, bands, what you ordered from the bar, cigarettes you smoked. He made a little list of things, thinking one day he'd get the courage to get you a gift basket or something and that would swoon you.

What ended up happening instead was you went to see Metallica, got right up front, and when their set was done you pulled James off the stage. Every time you came up to him he died a little bit inside, you were gorgeous, well known around Frisco, like the same music as him, GORGEOUS, and you were talking to him? Now you were dragging him off stage, offering a room that wasn't occupied by three other men.

Your parents were out of town, granting you the house to yourself, and you were taking this opportunity. James was not going to turn it down, he'd be an idiot to turn such an offer down, but it wasn't turning out the way he'd fantasized, with him pulling up in a nice car, whisking you away to a fancy restaurant with you in a dress and him in a suit. He'd get you all your favourite things, and then at the end of the night you'd make sweet, sweet love by the fireplace.

You were driving your beat up old car, James was sitting next to you in the passenger seat and nervously fidgeting with his hands in his lap. When you got to your house he complemented the furniture, you had to laugh at how shy he still was.

He was inexperienced, but when you got to your room and kissed him his worries washed away some, his hands holding your face, slowly slipping into your hair. He followed your lead, your tongue venturing into his mouth. For several moments you just stood in the middle of your room, getting used to each other.

You started leading James back to your bed, he pulled away just before you made it there. "Wait, uh, shouldn't-shouldn't we close the door first?" He asked with a nervous chuckle, looking past you before losing his balance, you had him at a weird angle, and falling onto the bed, trying and failing to make it look like he was just sitting down.

You glanced back at the opened door. "My parents aren't home, Jamie." The nickname nearly made him moan. He watched your hips sway as you walked back to the door. "But if it makes you more comfortable." His eyes darted back up when you turned around after closing the door.

"It-it does." He choked out, cheeks flushing as the reality of the situation hit him.

You came back and straddled his lap, resting a hand on his shoulder and one in his hair as your lips crashed down on his once more. He kissed you back, trying to be more dominant this time but it wasn't working out too well for him.

He was still leaning back on his hands, not sure if he should touch you or not, let you do all the work, maybe then you wouldn't notice how little he knew what he was doing.

The kiss deepened, you got needier. It didn't feel like he was that into it, he wasn't touching you like everyone else was, he wasn't saying anything either. Eventually you had to pull away. "We can stop if you want, James." You said, hot breath fanning over his face.

James was quick to shake his head, hands instinctively going to your hips to hold you there. "No! No-no, I want this, please don't stop." His grip on you was firm, pleading. His eyes flickered over your face desperately.

You smiled back down at him. "Alright." You purred, getting off his lap and sinking onto your knees in front of him. His eyes bugged out of his head, jaw falling, he felt like a cartoon character but he didn't have time to think about that when you were getting ready to do this to him.

You pulled your hair back before realizing you didn't have an elastic. You smirked up at James and took one of his hands. "Hold this for me, would you?" You asked, guiding it to your hair. He took the makeshift ponytail and held it loosely. You took his bullet belt off, dropping it on the floor, and went to undo his fly.

His jeans got pulled down just enough for his cock to spring free, James was frozen through all of this, eyes wide and face flushed a deep shade of red, similar to his leaking dick. "So needy for me." You mused, placing two fingers on his tip and pulling down, letting it bounce back up to his stomach, drawing a whine from him. "Just let me take care of you, don't worry about a thing." You assured.

You were impressed by his size, bigger than average when it came to both length and girth, you were pleasantly surprised. Your lips wrapped around his tip, slowly taking more of him into your mouth while he held your hair back, watching you take him deeper down your throat.

James bit his lip so hard it drew blood, he just had to sit there and watch you blow him like it was an every day thing. Like it wasn’t driving him insane.

You took half of him then pulled back slightly, clenching your hand into a fist to suppress your gag reflex. You hollowed your cheeks and took the rest of him, watching as his eyes rolled back, his hips jerking forward. Albeit a little unexpected you weren’t too surprised he came so fast, it just made this a little more fun for you.

You pulled off of him and looked up, wiping your mouth. His cock was already twitching back to life, which was a good sign. “Is that so?” You asked with a smirk.

James stared back at you, mortified that he’d cum that quickly. “I-I didn’t- sorry, I can still do it, I promise!” He assured you, mostly himself. He wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it a few firm strokes, you caught the little whine he let out at the sting of sensitivity.

You smiled up at him, pleased with his need to keep going. “Alright.” You mused, standing back up and pulling your shirt off. His eyes were glued to your tits, the deep red shade of your bra. “Why don’t you lay down, then?” James was frozen in place for a moment, just staring at you, but he listened, scrambling to get further back on the bed. You unclipped your bra and took the rest of your clothes off. James attempted to do the same but he was still shellshocked that you were actually doing this with him.

He kicked his jeans and boxers off the edge of the bed, shirt and battle vest getting tossed off somewhere as well. His cock stood tall, leaking pre again. You crawled onto the bed and straddled his lap once more, hands resting on his chest. You bit your lip, doing a once over of him. “Fuck, it feels good to finally have you.” You purred, hands gliding over his skin.

“To have me?” James asked, completely thrown for a loop. “It’s good- you? You’re lucky?” He stammered.

You laughed at him and nodded. “Yeah, a lead singer in my bed? That’s good.” You leaned down, capturing his lips in a kiss again. He was almost too surprised to kiss you back. You kept one hand in his hair, the other reaching down to his dick, lining him up with your cunt.

“Should-shouldn’t I make you cum, first?” He asked, not wanting to break the kiss so he just spoke into your mouth. His jaw dropped as his tip got pushed into you, a soft moan leaving him. “I-I’m sorry.” He muttered breathlessly once he bottomed out in you. You looked up at him, seeing that look of pure ecstasy on his face once more. Your smirk widened into a grin as you felt him twitching inside you.

“What? Gonna cum again?” You asked, lifting your hips before slamming them down, a moan leaving you. A squeak left James but he shook his head. “No? Gonna hold out just for me?” He nodded vigorously, desperate to please you. You repeated the motion with your hips, moving faster while James lay under you, trembling, forcing his hips to stay still no matter how badly he wanted to buck up into you.

You sat back, bouncing faster on his cock. He couldn’t hide them anymore, his fingers digging into your hips and forcibly holding you still so he could fuck you like he wanted. A few fast thrusts and he was slowing down again, his cum pumping into you. Your grin widened further.

The blush from his cheeks was spreading down his chest and stomach, he was so big but so small as a person. You were definitely going to have fun with him. “You’re not done yet, are you?” You asked, just to be flipped onto your back with a gasp, James now hovering over you. He shook his head, looking over your body. He loosened his grip on your hips and rolled his hips into you, brows furrowing slightly as his still sensitive dick was pushed back into you for more.

You wrapped your arms around him, helping him out a little by shifting so he was angled to hit your sweet spot with every thrust. Gradually his thrusts grew faster, still staying deep, until he found a good rhythm he could keep that had you moaning loudly for him. He tried to ignore the building high in him once more, hoping it would just go away and he would have to stop again before making you cum.

“Hah! Fuck, Jamie, yes!” You moaned, hands roaming over his back. Your moaning wasn’t helping him postpone his third orgasm. “Oh god, James!” Your head fell back against the pillow, cunt squeezing him tighter. You smiled, feeling his cock twitch. When he pushed his face into the crook of your neck you knew he was done for, hips sputtering, your moans falling right onto his ears. You figured after that he was done, but he started moving his hips again. “Jamie, you don’t-”

“Yes, yes I do.” He mumbled against you, weakly kissing your neck. “Gonna make you cum, I promise.” His words were starting to slur, mind fogging slightly. You smiled, impressed with his determination.

“What a good boy.” He whined at that, hips accidentally snapping into yours at the name, when he heard you moan at it he did it again, and again when he realized you liked it, you liked it a lot. It was brutal for him, pulling almost all the way back and ramming his cock back into you, a painful feat for him, but he didn’t complain.

His hands were squeezing your hips, before he reminded himself to not hurt you. You weren’t fragile, he knew that better than anyone. He was big, and he knew that much. He was huffing and whining, hands ghosting up your sides. “So-so pretty.” He mumbled, pulling back enough to look at you, resting on his elbows. His cum was acting as lube, making it easier for him to fuck you, but it was impossible for him to hold onto himself, already slipping again as he felt his gut tighten.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling his face into your chest. “Fuck, such a good boy, gonna fuck yourself braindead.” You mused, voice wavering with moans.

James moaned loudly against you, lips parting and his tongue lolling out, lazily licking you. “Ngh! Oh, god, mommy…” He mumbled, shooting up when he realized what he just called you, his hips halting in their movements, ruining the high that was building. “I didn’t-! I don’t think, like, I wouldn’t-” He was cut off by your laughter before you pulled him back down.

“It’s ok, baby boy, just keep fucking mommy until you can’t anymore.” You purred, rubbing his sides to encourage him to continue. He slowly started rolling his hips again, quickly finding his old pace before slowing down again, hoping to push his next high back. He was just too sensitive, it hurt to fuck you but it hurt so good. “Mh, that’s good, that’s really good, Jamie.” You moaned, though the constant switching his pace and rhythm was an interesting choice.

James’s arms slowly wrapped around you, moving nervously like he was scared you’d kick him out any second for cumming before you… not that he could count how many times at this point. His thrusts became more desperate, faster until he was just humping into you like a bunny in heat, whining against your chest. “M’sorry, mommy, m’sorry- I-I can’t stop, can’t stop cumming!” Tears were building in his eyes, a few rolling down his cheeks.

You had to suppress your giggles, he was so out of it, so needy. So adorable. “Hah, that-that’s ok, Jamie.” You assured, body bouncing with his thrusts. You ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face so you could see his little pout, brows knit together. “Such a sweet boy, just wants to make mommy feel good~” He whined, leaning into your touch. “Just one more, alright?” He nodded, burying his face back in the crook of your neck, desperately rutting into you.

“Just one more.” He mumbled to himself. “Just-just one more.” He kept repeating it to himself, his cock pulsing painfully inside you, your gummy walls squeezing him so tight. “Just one- just one-!” His hips snapped into you a last time, body jolting as strings of cum shot into you. “Ah~ oh-oh… Mommy…” He tried to keep himself held above you but he was so tired, slowly lowering himself on top of you.

His arms were still wrapped around you, holding you tight while he was buried to the hilt in your pussy. Your arms were wrapped around him as well, hands running through his hair. “My boy’s so tired…” You purred, kissing the top of his head. James bucked his hips into you again. “Jamie?” You asked, turning his head to look at you. His eyes were glazed over, lips still pursed in a pout.

James shook his head. “M-m’not done…” He mumbled. “Gonna-gonna make mommy cum.” You smiled at him, kissing his temple.

“What a sweet boy.” You mused. Relaxing back into the mattress as he kept rutting into you, desperate to please you but too tired to actually do it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bonus Story~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

James was at a bar, Metallica had just played through their set. He was trying to be a part of conversations as people came up to him but he was quiet and kind of tired. The bartender came over and handed him his drink, he looked at it and saw it wasn’t what he ordered. “Hey-hey, excuse me?” He called, trying to get the workers attention.

“Excuse me, sir?” You called, coming up behind James. It got the bartenders attention and he came back. “He didn’t order this.”

He looked at the drink and then to you, then to James. “Sorry, what was it?” He asked, taking the glass back.

“Just a Jack is fine.” James said, smiling politely at the bartender, who then went to get the right drink made.

You wrapped your arms around James, nuzzling into his neck from behind. Lars came over, eyeing the situation curiously as he sat down. You pecked his cheek and told him you’d be by the stage, to which he nodded. “Dude.” Lars muttered. “How the hell did you get that?”

James stared at you, thanking the bartender and sipping from his drink. “I have no idea.” He answered, shaking his head, knowing that later tonight you’d be driving him home, sneaking into his bed, and he’d be begging for you to let him cum again.

[burrowglazer]

LIMES AND LEMONADE - JOE BURROW

★ summary — y/n's home for the summer, as she had been for the previous couple of years. this time, however? her brother's beloved and very much handsome best friend just so happens to be around as well. and he's gotten charming.

˖˙ ꔫ —★★★★ pairing: joe burrow x reader ˖˙ ꔫ —★★★ content warnings. n/a ˖˙ ꔫ —★★ word count. 1k? ˖˙ ꔫ —★ genre. fluff

★ authors note: couldnt find any brothers best friend fics so i took matters into my own hands. ts lwk ass and short asl, might write a pt 2 if anyone wants it

❛⠀⠀ not requested by anyone :: no tags

The lemonade was warm.

Of course it was. It had been sitting in the sun for god knows how long, and the little kids that were selling it had probably dumped half a bag of their mothers sugar into the cooler without even thinking of stirring. Still, he smiled- that smile, and handed over three crumpled dollar bills from out of his pocket like it was the most gourmet thing he’d ever tasted. Cute.

From her perch on the porch swing, Y/N watched it unfold with mild disbelief. “Seriously?” she called out, eyebrows raised over the rim of her book. “Three bucks for lemon-flavored tap water?” It wasn't an insult directed towards the kids, of course, more so towards Joe.

He turned, eyes finding hers instantly. Of course they did. He grinned up at her like he always did, like he knew something she didn’t since they were kids. “Hey,” he said, striding up the walkway with the cup in hand, “I’m just doing my part for the local economy. I'm sure they could use some money.”

Y/n snorted, closing her book with a soft thwap. “You’re such a sucker.”

“No,” he countered, stepping onto the porch and leaning against the rail beside her, “I’m a gentleman. There’s a difference.” It was momentarily followed by a cautious sip of the tinted-yellow liquid, slow and profound.

Joe made a face as the sugar hit him all at once, clearly regretting his life choices, but he swallowed it anyway without a dramatic flair. Classic Joe. “That bad, huh?” she asked, smirking as if to tell him I told you so, because well- she did.

He gave a little nod, tongue poking into his cheek like he was trying not to laugh. “You ever tried to drink syrup with a splash of lemon juice?” Y/N leaned back against the swing, letting it sway gently beneath her, hitting perfectly amongst the summer breeze. “Nope. Can’t say that I have. But I’m glad you’re out here doing the important work.”

There's a pause within the cracks, the silence spreading over the air that surrounded them. It wasn't awkward though- it never was around Joe for some reason. Y/n never considered it, preferring to enjoy it in contrast to the odd silences with others. She was much to grateful to complain. He chuckled under his breath and set the cup on the porch rail, then glanced sideways at her, more carefully this time. “Didn’t know you were home.”

She shrugged. “Got back yesterday.” And well, it was the truth.

“For the whole summer?” She hesitated, then nodded. “That’s the plan.”

Joe let out a low whistle, followed by a gentle chuckle- one that you'd grown to known fairly well. Charming.. “Your brother’s gonna love that.”

“Please,” she groaned, rolling her eyes- her head shaking despite the grin that creased her face. “He’s been unbearable ever since you two came back. Every time I walk downstairs, I feel like I’ve stepped into a frat house. Which, by the way, is pretty accurate to describe what I'm living in for the summer.”

He grinned again, lopsided and easy. “To be fair, your parents did let him join a frat, so..." Joe wasn't wrong, not entirely at least. "Well, there was no stopping him even if they did say no. He was pretty determined and yeah, but now you’ve had three years to get worse.” She nudged him lightly with her foot, brushing his leg before she could think twice. “He's louder. Somehow smellier. And you eat all our snacks.”

Joe pretended to look wounded, and by god, it was cute. If Y/n wasn't to annoyed. “Hey. I bought the Pop-Tarts last time, I've contributed."

“One box,” she deadpanned. “And you ate them all yourself.” He opened his mouth to argue, but stopped short when her gaze met his. And this time, it lingered. Her foot dropped back to the swing. The porch was quiet again, except for the distant hum of lawnmowers and the buzz of summer cicadas. There was something almost… still about it all. Calm. Unwavering.

Joe cleared his throat. “So, uh, you, uh… still read those mystery books?” She raised a brow, surprised at the comment because who was he to ask? “What, like I’m gonna change my whole personality just because I went to college?”

He laughed, soft and sincere. “No, just… you always read them out here. This time of day. End of the swing.” And Y/n pauses, 'cause yeah- she did, or at least she used to. It'd been a while, but it was true. She wasn't quite sure if she was infatuated or scared. Maybe it was a bit cute.

Y/N blinked, surprised, unknowing of what to respond. “You remember that?” He looked at her again. Slower this time. “Yeah. I remember a lot.” And suddenly, she’s not sure what to say no matter how much of a talker she usually was. Because he said it so casually, like it's just a fact, like it didn't mean anything. But it does. It does mean something, to Y/n at least.

Before she can come up with a clever retort, the front door creaks open behind them.

“Yo!” her brother calls, sticking his head out, hair a mess and obviously shirtless. Of course he would've ruined the moment. “Joe, you coming or what? We're doing burgers.”

Joe’s eyes linger on hers for a second longer. Just one. But something passes between them- something old and familiar, and maybe a little bit new. He stands, grabbing the awful lemonade again. “Saved by the grill.” He winks, suggestively, but kind, that goofy smirk that she'd never be able to escape following it. God.

“Guess so,” Y/n says, quiet but she can't quite stop herself from smiling. How stupid.

He starts to walk off, then pauses at the top of the steps. Looks back at her. “You around tomorrow?” It's gentle, warming, a little romantic even though Y/n didn't really want to read past those lines. Not yet, at least. She nods slowly. “Yeah. Why?”

The smirk turns into a luke-warm smile, smaller this time, like he’s testing something that Y/n was unaware about though she's pretty sure she could guess. “No reason.”

And then he’s gone. And Y/N is left on the swing, her not-a-mystery book forgotten in her lap, the taste of sugar and lemon in the air, and her heart doing something it hasn’t done in a very long time.

Flutter.

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“Elaborate,” Hen says. “I didn’t watch you two dance around each other for years just to not get any details.”

Eddie smirks. “I suppose that’s fair.”

“More than fair. Spill.” 

“So I drove right to his place after I left yours,” Eddie starts.

“Right. Good choice.”

“I didn’t want to chicken out.”

“Smart.”

“But,” Eddie sighs. “He wasn’t there. He was still on his date. I had to get creative.”

“Creative?”

“I may have called Buck and faked an emergency.”

“Oh my god, Eddie!” 

He went full crazy girl. Hen is proud, in a strange way. Like absolutely unhinged behavior, to be certain. But for the greater good.

“I told him to meet me at his place,” Eddie says. “I think he broke several traffic laws to get there so quickly.”

“Naturally,” Hen nods. 

“And when he asked what the emergency was, I realized I had to explain myself… And I couldn’t.”

“You couldn’t?” Hen asks.

“Nope,” Eddie confirms. “I froze and I panicked and I… Well, I kissed him.”

Hen laughs. “Beautiful. I’m surprised he didn’t have a heart attack.”

“He was pretty stunned,” Eddie admits. 

“But? Then happy?” Hen presses. 

“Then very happy,” Eddie says. “I stumbled through some speech about how he shouldn’t date anyone ever again because I’m literally right here, we kissed some more, and then we spent most of the night talking.”

“Aww,” Hen smiles. “That’s great, Eddie.”

“And then-”

“Nope,” Hen shakes her head. “No, that’s where this stops.”

Eddie nods. “Got it.”

vi.

The mood in the fire station is high for weeks after Buck and Eddie officially get together. Not that it had been bad beforehand, but everything seems a little easier for some reason. Like a big bubble of tension has been burst. Hen didn’t even realize how thick that tension was until it’s gone. 

Of course, good times don’t last forever.

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Buck asks. 

“Well, I thought it was interesting,” Eddie says. “I can research too, you know.”

“No, no. Yeah. It’s just usually my thing.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. Chris rolls his eyes. If Baby could roll her eyes, she probably would. 

“Do you want to hear about what I found or not?” Eddie asks. “Because there are a bunch of pretty names for her.”

Buck looks at Baby. She looks up at him, eyes sort of intense. Yeah, she needs a name. Buck could spend days and days going through lists and agonizing. If Eddie and Chris found good options, he trusts their instinct.

“Hit me with them,” Buck says. 

“The whole list or the best one?” Chris asks, looking at Eddie.

“There’s a best one?” Buck asks. 

“There’s one we like best,” Eddie shrugs. 

“Okay, what is it?” Buck laughs. 

“So,” Eddie starts. “Did you know Evan was the 70th most common name for baby boys born in the United States in 1991?”

“Ah,” Buck muses. “I did not. Explains the three Evans in my fire academy cohort.”

Eddie snorts. “Yep, your parents didn’t dig too deep, but at least it’s a nice name.”

Buck shrugs. “True.”

“So, I thought, why not see what the 70th most popular girl name was,” Eddie says.

Oh. Huh. That’s an interesting thought. 

“And what was it?” Buck asks.

“Uh, well,” Eddie winces. “Jacqueline.”

Buck looks at Baby again. 

“Hi, Jacqueline,” he tries, frowning. “Hi, Jackie. Yeah, no. Sorry. It’s giving Yellow Jackets.” 

Chris laughs. 

Eddie looks at him sharply. “You have not watched that show.”

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Adriana gives Sophia a look, but doesn’t say anything. 

“Uh, thanks,” Eddie says, not seeming to notice. “So… I mean…”

Sophia raises an eyebrow. She has no idea where he’s going with this.

“Um… I guess…” 

“Dude, spit it out,” Adriana pleads.

“Right,” Eddie exhales. “Okay… The thing is, I know I haven’t been a great brother, over the past handful… Two handfuls of years. I know I’ve been distant. So it really means a lot that you both came. I love you both. I know it seems cheap to say now, seeing as you two did all the work of coming here, but I-I’d really like to be closer.”

Sophia gapes. Who the hell is this guy? 

“Really?” Adriana asks. “You would?”

Eddie nods. “Yeah, I would. I’m… I’m finally in a good place in my life. I’m finally being honest with myself. I know it doesn’t make up for the fact that I’ve been distant, but I’d like to try.”

Sophia starts to cry.  Big, fat, embarrassing tears. Hormone-induced tears. 

Eddie and Adriana look at her like she’s burst into flames. Fuck. Why is her body betraying her? Why is this fetus her nemesis? 

“Sophia…” Adriana whispers. “Man…”

Why is she surprised? She knows. 

“Soph,” Eddie leans forward in his seat. His eyes are wide with guilt and concern. “I’m so sorry.” “No, it’s not…” She protests. “It’s not you. Or, it is you. But I’m not mad at you. I’m… I’m relieved.”

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[princessamericachavez]

Under your skin

s8x01 - Alternate scenario

Buck can't shake the feeling he's in trouble, but he can't quite bring himself out of his own head. Not until Eddie puts his hand on his shoulder and demands, wordlessly, their eyes meet. Not until he sees panic in his best friend's eyes.

Don't react, he tells himself, even as his fists clench and shake.

Every insult Gerrard is throwing his way stings like a million bees. It should be easy to brush off. Why would he care if Gerrard likes him or respects him? Who cares what he thinks? Buck certainly doesn't. And yet, and yet, and yet... the words he's spitting on his face are perfectly crafted to puncture his chest.

Seriously, it's like someone took every single terrible awful cruel thing his brain has tortured him with since he was a child —you're not good enough, you are nothing, you are a washout, you are a failure, you are a joke, you are an idiot, you are reckless, you are disrespectful, you are not good enough, you never will be— and given Gerrard the script.

You gotta stop letting this guy get under your skin, Buck, Eddie had said. And Buck clings to those words. Not because they work (it's easier said than done) but because they are Eddie's and his best friend knows him better than anyone in the whole damn world and he thinks he's good enough, Eddie thinks Buck is great, Eddie trusts Buck with his son, Eddie thinks Buck isn't expendable. And if Eddie believes it, then Buck can believe it too.

He just has to block Gerrard out. He can take it. He's taken worse from his own parents, dammit. All he has to do is focus on something else. Anything else. His breathing, the warm air blowing from outside, the workers doing their damn best to ignore the dressing down he's getting, the saw-

Oh. The saw.

Buck hears the click when it falls loose, then the metallic clank of it hitting the floor.

And Buck reacts.

He promised himself he wouldn't, but his instincts are stronger than his discipline and this... well, it's different, isn't it? So he's allowed to react.

Buck launches forward without thinking, tackles Gerrard out of the way and hears the sickening crack of the captain's head hitting concrete.

Shit.

"Buck!" Three voices break through the buzz in his head and he tries to turn around to face them, to put together some sort of apology or explanation for his reaction (he's barely finished processing it himself) but something stops him.

"Don't move, Buck. Don't move," Eddie's voice is steady as usual, but Buck knows him well enough to recognize the undertone of anxiety behind it.

He really fucked up this time.

"Is- Is he okay? I'm sorry. I just-"

"He's fine, Buckaroo. He's gonna be fine," Hen says, all gentle honey.

Buck has been craving honey all day.

"Probably saved his life..." Chim gasps, but he doesn't sound proud of Buck, he sounds angry.

Buck can't shake the feeling he's in trouble, but he can't quite bring himself out of his own head. Not until Eddie puts his hand on his shoulder and demands, wordlessly, their eyes meet. Not until he sees panic in his best friend's eyes.

"Buck, I need you to stay with me," he says.

"Of course," Buck replies, brow furrowing. Why wouldn't he stay with Eddie? That's all he wants most of the time. He tries to tell him as much, but then he tastes blood.

Oh, that's not good.

He looks down, to where the blood droplets spill on his uniform (Gerrard is going to yell at him again, for sure, over staining his shirt). And there, halfway buried in his abdomen, is the saw.

"So... that's where... that ended up..." he tries to laugh, but it hurts like hell. Like a million bees. Give him the bees any day. At least they are cool. This is worse.

"Buck!" Eddie demands his attention again, tense.

Right. He spaced out.

"Sorry," he says wetly, because Eddie looks upset and he has to fix it. "Let it... get... under my skin... uh?"

Eddie looks like he doesn't know whether to laugh or to cry or to yell at him. Before he's made up his mind, though, the edges of Buck's vision blur and darken and finally, finally, the noise stops.

[diazsdimples]

For the au thing 😆

Ship: Buddietommy

Au: Wild West (because cowboys 🤠)

Sure can 🫡 this goes out to the anon who asked for the same thing

It’s the year 1823 and out in Texas, Eddie Diaz has just broken away from the family business to become a herder. He joins a group of cowboys whose job it is to herd cattle from Austin to Des Moines. The ranch he joins is headed by Bobby Nash and his wife Athena Grant, who take him in. There he meets Thomas Kinard, originally from Atlanta but moved out here to avoid conscription into the military. He becomes very close to the other herders, but he and Tommy build a closer relationship than the others. They begin to drive the cattle up north, and a few days out of Austin they meet a young man from Baltimore named Evan Buckley, having left his family and the constraints of his parents’ expectations to live a freer life.

Initially driving the cattle goes well. Eddie rides with Tommy and Buck most often, them staying towards the back of the herd where the older, more tired cattle tend to stray to. They learn that Buck has a particular way with the animals, and it the best at soothing them if they become distressed. Eddie can see how much of a tender heart he has and begins to fall for him. Similarly, Tommy is one of the most unfailingly optimistic people he knows. He has a snarky sense of humour but he’s never disparaging and always manages to pep the herders up. As they spend the most time together, the three of them form a very close bond and become virtually inseparable whenever they’re resting.

They’re about halfway through their journey, somewhere out in Kansas as far as Eddie’s aware, when they begin to hear of a massive storm brewing. The news has been passed on through the towns they flit into for supplies, and Bobby becomes increasingly concerned. There’s pressure to get the cattle to the city even faster than before. They’ve just passed a small town in the middle of Kansas when the storm hits them, and Tommy, Buck, and Eddie become separated from the cattle and the rest of the herders. They manage to stay together by holding onto the edges of one another’s saddles as they ride through the storm. The visibility is so bad they don’t know where they are, and by some miracle they stumble upon an old barn, where they hole up until the storm passes.

Unfortunately, the storm brings unnaturally cold weather while it’s blowing over them, and the boys begin to get very cold. There’s nothing in the barn that they can start a good fire with, and maintaining it takes energy they don’t have, so Eddie suggests they spread out all their bedrolls and lie together to conserve body heat. It’s while this is happening that they begin to talk, and they admit that they’ve all developed feelings for one another since they began riding together. Naturally, because it’s cold and stormy and they’re alone and need to generate some body heat, they sleep together.

The storm passes in 2 days, by which time the boys are starving and desperate to find the herd again. They’ve managed to keep the horses fed and watered, thanks to the barn being well stocked in that regard, but they themselves aren’t in great shape. The minute it’s clear again, they set out in the direction of Des Moines, hoping to either find them in the city or catch them on the way there. They stop in a small town for provisions and hear that some herders and a large group of cattle hunkered down a few miles away. They catch up to the group and Bobby can immediately tell something is different. It’s probably the way they can’t keep their hands off each other, with Eddie giving Buck small kisses when he thinks no one is looking, how he will stroke Tommy’s cheek before he leaves to do something, or how Buck and Tommy share stolen kisses in their accomodation. Bobby tells them he has no problem with it, and congratulates them on their relationship. Briefly, the boys consider settling down in Des Moines but decide against it, going back to Texas with the other herders. They do the cattle runs up north with the herders every year, until they can afford to build their own homestead out in the plains of Kansas.

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

Port in a Storm

“Hey, Buck, could you-“ Hen's hitting the top step when he hisses back “Shh!” 

She glances at Chimney for a sanity check, considering cuffing the back of Buck’s head for that, but he’s sitting on the couch, stock still, Eddie snoring gently against Buck’s shoulder. “Can’t move.” He explains.

Hen has to chuckle. “He’s not a cat, buck” 

She drops into the armchair closest to him, and he stops scrolling his phone with his free hand to look at her. “If I’m a golden retriever, Eddie is most definitely a cat.”

Chim nods like he can’t argue as he takes the seat across from them. “Hates attention except when he doesn’t, very protective over his young, great hair.” He counts off each thing as he says it. 

Hen supposes she doesn’t disagree. “He’s not sleeping at home right now, is he?” 

Buck sighs. “Based on the twitter links he’s been sending in the middle of the night, it seems like no.” 

Eddie, for his part, seems well and truly out. He’s sprawled low on the couch, boots bumping up against the coffee table, head lolled to the right against Buck and his arm slung over Buck’s leg, fingers curled under Buck’s knee like he’s afraid his human pillow might abandon him. “Has he been like this since I went to run flashcards?” 

“I literally can’t feel my arm.” Buck admits, but it doesn’t sound like he has any intention of moving. 

“You gotta feel for the guy.” Chim says, biting into a muffin from a batch someone left earlier this week. “Kid at home, dealing with grief, dealing with us.” 

Hen hums. At least he’s not alone, she thinks, catching the soft look in Buck’s eyes as he glances down at Eddie. She’s not sure if those two will ever realize what they have, but she supposes it doesn’t really matter as long as they don’t give it up. “So, you can’t help me move the medical supplies shipment.” 

“Performing a public service, here, Hen.” 

Chim snickers something about exactly what kind of servicing Buck would like to do for Eddie, but he’s resolutely ignored. Hen supposes Buck’s right. High-strung Eddie is annoying and sleep-deprived Eddie is pathetic and both at once makes her parenting instincts flare up like crazy, so it’s better for all of them if he gets a little rest. Even at the expense of Buck’s circulation. 

Eddie murmurs something in Spanish, nuzzles his nose into Buck’s neck and breathes deep. Buck’s as red as the ladder truck but he still doesn’t move, except to flip Chim off. “Leave him alone.” 

Chim throws up his hands, still grinning. “Easy, loverboy, I’m not coming for your man.” 

And Buck looks absolutely murderous but he’s powerless to stop Chimney from snapping a picture. He does leave the finger up for it. ��I could easily throw you.” He threatens when his phone chimes with the inevitable group chat notification. 

“But Maddie would be so sad if you murdered me.” 

“Yeah, maybe you should think about that before doing murder-worthy shit.” 

Eddie stirs a little, and Buck relaxes back into the couch, free hand reaching over to thumb over Eddie's arm, and he immediately settles. “You guys are so gross I love it.” Chim crows, snapping another photo. 

“At some point, he’s gonna wake up, and then you’re gonna have to start running.” 

Hen goes back to her flashcards. Chim’s on his own with that one, she’s not taking the bullet for teasing she didn’t get to do. She gives Buck a sympathetic smile when he grouses “I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?” 

“Price you pay for being such a good best friend.” 

Buck rolls his eyes at her intoned best friend. “You’re on my list, too.” 

“Finally.” Bobby says in relief when he sweeps into the kitchen to start prep. "I was about to cut him loose if he didn't chill out." He points at Buck. “Don’t move.” 

“That’s what I said!” 

Also on ao3

[caxycreations]

Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Thirteen: Prophecy

Ferusian Law, Fifth Sequence, Article One: Law of Affection

Ferusian citizens are entitled to full rights to express affection in any way they

see fit within the confines of home or any Temple of Fina.

Citizens are required by law to avoid lewd or otherwise vulgar displays of

affection when in public, as well as avoid any overzealous romantic

displays of physical intimacy or affection when in public.

Citizens found guilty of breaking this law are subject to no less than a written

warning and no more than one week community service, and a fine no larger

than 5% of their expected annual income.

The next few days went by slowly, and I kept waiting for Kaleb to come back with some new twist of his blade. He never did, though, and my only visitors were David, Davina, Trace, and Moss. My parents called a few times, having heard what happened. They would have come home to visit, but they were held up in Andronia at a resort and couldn't make the flight back in time.

I passed the time with TV and games on my phone, even having Trace set up my desktop at home with a remote function so I could work on music while I was recovering. When I was finally released, Davina and Trace had taken Moss back to Gala, with the promise of them all coming back to see us the next weekend for Trace's big race. David and I had decided to head home, walking since my truck had been towed to the shop to fix the key problem.

"So, how y'been while I was in th' hospital? Kept busy?" I asked David. Most of our conversation had focused on hospital conditions and food while I was kept there, we hadn't spoken much outside that.

"Mhm! Kaleb's got someone to replace Jonas, and they're a lot nicer. Oh! And Luka's been getting a little further with Olivia too!" He said happily. I knew the names, but until the day I'd beaten Jonas I'd never met Luka. Now that I had a face to put to the name, I was able to really smile over it. 

"That's damn good t' hear." I said, tone softening and expression following suit after a moment. I'd had plenty of time to think in that bed. Time to come to terms with everything, process my thoughts, my feelings. What I'd done was necessary. They wouldn't have stopped coming for us if I'd gone any gentler.

And I had come to a conclusion about something else as well, something important. I just hoped Fina would forgive me for taking so long to find my way there.

"Davey-" I said, only for him to gasp, charging forward down a side road. I followed him and saw the object of his excitement, an ice cream stand near the docks. Part of me felt strange seeing the docks and the rolling waves. The boats, littering the surface of the water in the distance. It felt familiar.

"Ryder!! They have cookie dough shakes!!" He exclaimed, beaming happily. The pigeon at the stand smiled and gave a nod.

"Sure do, cookie dough, mint choco, all kinds. Want one? Only three bucks for one, or five for two!" He said, the salesman pitch obvious. It wasn't a bad deal though, so I shelled out the cash and got us each one. I didn't like ice cream, but that just meant I could see David smile when I gave him mine.

David casually headed for the docks, dropping to sit with his paws dangling off of one, lightly brushing along the water's surface. I sat next to him and watched him drink his shake, eating the chunks of dough in it as he went. The sun hit his hair beautifully, and I was a little stunned at how gorgeous he looked. He was always sexy in some way or another, but I don't think I'd ever let myself see just how absolutely beautiful the little caxy was. I guess a life-threatening, traumatic event was exactly what I needed to open my eyes to it.

He smiled at me, nudging me a little. "Not gonna eat yours, big guy?" he asked, gesturing to my ice cream. I shook my head, smiling and setting it beside him.

"All yours, Davey." I said, deciding to at least let him finish his shakes before I took things to a more serious place. He nodded, smiling more and sighing, leaning against me.

"You know, when they first grabbed me, I apologized to them?" He said, tone dropping. His smile had faded, the first thing I noticed when I looked down at him.

"Y' what?" I asked incredulously.

"I apologized to them. I said I was sorry that out of every caxy in the world, they grabbed yours." He looked up at me, expression serious. "Moss and Trace told me what you said, when you ran off to find me."

I didn't know what to say. I'd planned to talk it out with him, to cover what was going through my head and explain my feelings. I hadn't expected them to say anything.

"I really did apologize to them, by the way. I felt sorry for them, cause I knew you weren't going to let them walk away. They just laughed and said Devon had nothing on them, but...I don't know a Devon, and whoever he is, that's not who showed up that night." His voice was soft, quiet. Like it was hard for him to talk about it.

"Davey, y-...ya don't have t' talk 'bout this stuff if'n ya don't wanna." I said softly, putting a hand on his back. He nodded and looked up at me with a smile, a half-hearted giggle cut short as he took a deep breath.

"I asked you what I am to you. Do you wanna...maybe revisit that question?" he asked, starting to stand, placing his shake on the ground beside him. I nodded, standing up too. I was going to tell him everything. Everything I thought and felt. He deserved the truth, and if he turned me down, oh well.

But I didn't get the chance. As we stood, David's paws shifted and, as he missed stepping on the dock, he lost his balance and fell. The world slowed down, and I watched him falling to the water in slow motion, his eyes widening, his mouth opening, his arms reaching out. Mine moved too, trying and failing to catch him in time, and as he collided with the water, it splashed all over the dock.

Any other time of day would have been fine. But the water was high, and I could see it pulling towards the sea. On top of that, David couldn't swim. I didn't hesitate, the second I watched him drop, I dove in, following the current that was pulling the little caxy. I hadn't taken a breath, hadn't inhaled yet, I was diving and swimming below the surface on no more breath than I'd had before he fell. I felt my lungs burn, and I growled, wasting precious oxygen, but igniting my determination. I couldn't let him get hurt again, not now, not ever. 

I caught up in a second, grabbing him and swimming to the surface. I took a deep breath, lungs burning from holding my breath so shallowly, and began swimming alongside the current, moving through it rather than against it, until we got to the docks. I helped him up before climbing up myself, and the caxy sputtered and coughed up water. We knelt there together for several long moments, David catching his breath and I watching to be sure he was okay.

When he finally did catch his breath, we stood and I made sure to hold him steady this time. He looked up at me, and I saw every detail of him.

His face, rounded and boyish, with that slight femininity to it. Those pretty circles around his eyes, and the beautiful blue within them. The white of his chin, stretching down into his shirt along his neck and chest. The hair, messy and wet, slicked back from the water and, for once, out of the way of his face. I could see the hope and the comfort in his eyes, feel his calm radiating from them. 

"Ryder-" he started, and I cut him short.

I pulled him close, leaning down and pressing my lips to his firmly, closing my eyes. The world around us melted away, and all I knew was the wood beneath my paws, the soft, pliant feeling of his lips against mine, and the wet fabric beneath my hands as I grabbed his waist and pulled him tight against me.

He gasped, trembling in my grip, and threw his arms around me. I never felt such strength from him, holding onto me like he was trying to break me. I felt him smile against my lips, and a new scent filled the air. Tears. He was smiling, crying, trembling. I growled, clinging to him protectively, deepening our kiss.

He was warm, and soft, and the kiss was making me lightheaded. I felt like I could fly then and there, as if every stress I'd ever had simply evaporated. The world was right. After what felt like several years, and yet disappointingly few seconds, we broke from our embrace and I opened my eyes.

He looked different. His grey was lighter, the white brighter, his eyes a truer blue and glowing more vibrantly. The world around us had changed too. The wood, which had seemed plain and sandy, was now a rich brown, beautiful in the sunlight. The water, minutes ago murky and deadly, was now calm, tranquil, and the second most beautiful blue I had ever seen. The sky was vibrant, the sun brilliant. I looked into his eyes and saw the world reflected in them, every ounce of beauty pouring through him, the most incredible sight of them all in my arms.

He'd started crying, and I could see his smile, ear to ear, the happiest I've ever known him to look.

"David, I dunno if ya still got it bad for that fella that left ya hurtin' on your birthday, but I do know that I love ya. I've loved ya a helluva lot longer'n I thought I have. I love ya more'n I got th' words t' say, an-" I said, only to be cut short myself by the little caxy standing as tall as he could and kissing me again, deeper, happier. He clung to me, refusing to let go as we embraced again. When he did finally pull away, he shook his head, smiling at me.

"You idiot...That 'fella' was you." He said, laughing breathlessly. "It's always been you, Ryder." He said with a smile, hugging me tightly and nuzzling against my chest. "I love you too, so much more than you know."

I stood there in shock, arms around him. I'd been the guy he meant? I laughed, stunned, before closing my eyes again, letting myself feel, a few tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I held him close, protective and almost territorial, nosing against his neck idly, making him purr.

"Ryder, can...We go home? I don't," he gave a soft scoff, embarrassed, "I don't want to get in trouble for PDA, you know?" He explained, smiling shyly. I nodded, putting a hand on his back and, feeling his tail curl around mine, we began the walk back to our shakes to collect them.

I could still taste him, the subtle mango flavoring of his lip gloss remained on my own lips, and I could feel the softness, the texture, the comfort of our kiss, well into the trip home. My heart raced, everything vibrant and colorful, like I'd just opened my eyes for the very first time. I'd never felt this way. My first kiss, taken by Davina, hadn't felt like this. The first time I kissed Trace hadn't felt like this.

I felt like I'd just conquered the world, like nothing would ever go wrong again. The caxy skipping beside me only served to reinforce that, so happy and so carefree despite the recent events. I knew we would be okay. I knew he would be okay. I had just kissed David Seltz, and nothing would take that away from me.

We arrived at my home near sundown, and I still hadn't come down from the high of his kiss. Even in the dim light of the evening, the world seemed as vibrant as a morning cartoon, like the entire world had it's contrast amped up to eleven. Sounds were crisper, clearer, scents were stronger and more potent, colors were brighter and seemed to shine with the orange glow of the sinking sun. Every sense I had was on overdrive, and had been since the docks.

I opened the door to the house and David strode in ahead of me, stopping by the couch. He put a hand on his hip, shifting his weight and his stance, raising an eyebrow. "I've wanted to tell you this for so, so long, but I never thought I'd say it in this context...Strip, big guy." He commanded, stern and strict. It was odd hearing him so commanding, truth be told.

"Y'really plannin' on tryin' t' bed me th' very first night after we make this whole thing mutual?" I asked, half shocked and, somewhere deep inside, not surprised in the slightest at the same time.

"Hush, this isn't a sex thing. You dove into seawater right after a bunch of major surgeries! We gotta clean those wounds and replace those bandages before they get infected. Not to mention~" He trailed off as he pulled me over and guided my to sit. I made it easy for him, moving with his motions. "We need to be sure your stitches didn't rip. I'm not seeing any blood, but safe is better than sorry, mister!" He chided, as if I'd protested.

"Fair 'nuff, I ain't gonna argue. Rather not go back t' th' hospital soon as I got out." I said, slipping my shirt up and off of me, leaving my torso bare except for my fur and the bandaging. David was careful with stripping the bandages, and attentive in cleaning my wounds. Even when I would wince from the burn of the medicine, or growl at his poking and prodding with the cotton ball dabbing it in place, he never stopped reassuring me, treating me like a child at the doctor's office.

Given my unfamiliarity with pain, I suppose I must have been about the same as one.

But thirty minutes later and many snarls accompanied by gentle, comforting touches, my wounds were dressed in fresh bandages and my shirt returned to it's rightful place around my torso. We lay there, with David cuddled up to me and purring softly, tracing patterns against my bicep for a while. I don't know how long it had been by the time he spoke again.

"Rye, can I ask a question?" He asked innocently, but hesitantly. I nodded, encouraging him to go on and fighting the urge to inform him he had, in fact, just asked a question. He looked up at me, eyes big and curious, but I could see the worry behind them.

"This isn't just because you thought you were going to lose me, is it? Do you...Really feel like you lov-...feel this strongly about me?" He asked. I noticed him cut short for a second, and smiled a little. 

"I had plenty'a time t' think in that bed, Davey. These feelin's've been 'round a long time. Still no clue when they started, but I know I been likin' ya more'n jus' as a friend for at least a couple'a years now. Still got some things t' process, an' some things t' figure out, but I reckon I've done made ya wait long enough." I said, giving him a gentle squeeze, my arm around him.

"Wait...Made me wait long enough? What're you sayin' big guy?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

I thought for a minute, wondering if I really wanted to take this step now, or if it would be better to backtrack a little, explain myself and put it off until I had more time to think. Ultimately, I knew what I wanted, and I knew what he wanted, and saw no reason to deny either of us that any longer.

"I reckon while I'm figurin' out what's left t' figure out, we ain't really got reason t' shy away from what we're wantin', do we?" I asked, looking down at him. He seemed to mull it over for a second, then shook his head.

"I...guess not. What exactly are you wanting, Ryder?" He asked, rolling onto his stomach, laying over me and resting his head on my chest. "Are you...wanting to go to bed and...?" He trailed off, hand slowly drifting lower from my chest, down to my abs, to the belt around my waist. I reached for his hand and took hold of it, gently guiding it up to my muzzle and pressing my lips to his knuckles softly.

"Nothin' like that. Not yet,  at least." I said with a chuckle. "What I'm tryna say is that I figure we could give this a real, honest t' gods try. Bein' together, I mean."

"Like...Dating? Like a couple?" he asked, stirring against me and raising up a little. I nodded, resting a hand on his lower back and smiling.

"Yeah, can try bein' a couple. Me an' you." I replied, leaning in a little. David's ears lay back a little and I worried I'd said something wrong, but he smiled at me and I could see the tears welling up in his eyes, and I knew I'd said exactly what he'd wanted to hear.

"Rye, you-...I mean-...I-..." He stammered, whimpering a little. "I've wanted that for so long...I've wanted it for years, you don't know how many nights I've spent waiting to hear you say that, and-" he said, before I pressed my lips to his, pulling him close. This kiss was different. It wasn't overwhelming, or passionate. I didn't feel my senses sparking up into a storm of stimuli. It was calm, and gentle, and all I felt was the sense that it was right.

"Hush now, ya ain't gotta wait no more." I said with a smile. He laughed breathlessly, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling against my chest. 

"You really mean it?" he asked, clinging a little tighter.

"I mean it." I answered, wrapping my arms around him protectively. We lay there like that in the quiet for a few minutes before David let out a yawn, and I let out one of my own a second later. "C'mon, let's get a lil shut-eye. Been a long, exhaustin' day with a lotta big emotions. Let's sleep'em off."

"Yeah...Are you...gonna be there when I wake up?" he asked as he got up off of me, stretching a little before stepping towards the bedroom door.

"A'course, why wouldn't I be?" I replied, following him into my room.

"Just making sure...I keep thinking this is a dream." he said with a nervous laugh, hugging himself for a moment, hesitating to get in bed.

"Ain't no dream, Davey. Now c'mon, how am I s'posed t' cuddle ya if'n ya won't lay down?" I asked with a grin, pulling my shirt off and laying down on my side of the bed. He laughed a little, shoulders relaxing as he pulled his own clothes off, leaving him in a pair of simple, sky blue panties that showed off more than I'd expected to see tonight. He lay against me, his back to me, and I wrapped my arms around him. Our bodies pressed together felt different this time, less restrained.

I pressed closer to him, pulled him tighter against me. He scooted closer, wiggled his hips more. Everything we'd always done, we now did without hesitation, without pretense. We wanted contact, and would get it. I gently nosed against his neck, taking in his scent and growling in satisfaction, feeling the fur of his back stand on end against my chest. I laughed a little under my breath and sighed.

"Night, Davey. Sleep well, yeah?" I said, giving his neck a soft kiss. I didn't care if I was falling into this too quickly. I'd known him for years, and I knew the kind of boyfriend I was. No sense holding back now, knowing he wanted this as much as I did.

He nodded, purring softly, his tail curling around one of my legs. "Night, Rye. You too. I-...I love you." He said, almost worriedly.

"I love ya too. More'n I got th' words t' say." I replied, giving him a tight hug before relaxing, closing my eyes.

I let sleep take me, knowing David would be asleep soon enough as well.

The last thing I felt before drifting off completely was the feeling of David's hand resting over mine on top of his belly, tracing the knuckles as I drifted off to sleep.

[monsterrae1]

Raeeee!!

✨wishes✨ for Buddie for the prompts thing 💕

Thank you Bekka! here's a little post christmas fluff. I was a little tempted to just answer with the baby fic since it fit the wishing part of the prompt, but I ended up writing this instead, I hope you like it!

29. Wishes

Buck would never dare to call himself lucky, no one who had met him would call him lucky, he was very accident prone adjacent and while some called him reckless, he swears he would just got hurt sometimes, it wasn't always his fault - like how was he to know the truck had a bomb in it, or that a tsunami was going to hit the pier the day he decided to take Chris there. 

So not lucky, not even an ounce of luck; he, however, had a talent for guessing things that would happen to him, one of his past hookups had called it "manifestation" but Buck never thought much about it, he just knew that sometimes he would say shit like "damn, I wish I had an ice cream" and then Maddie would show up at their parents’ house with a pint of their favorite flavors on hand, or they'd be at the station and Buck would wish for a movie to be on, only to turn on the tv and find out that it was actually on. It was stupid shit always, which was one of the reasons he had never really thought much about a pattern. 

Until Chim pointed out at the Christmas party on Bobby's house. 

"Stop!" He said just as Buck finished saying I wish, "you say that and things come true, it's freaky" 

"No, they don't" Buck argued, knowing out of all of them Chim was the most superstitions one. 

"They kinda do, Buck" Maddie added before Buck could argue more with Chim "They have since we were kids, you just usually ask for very simple things" 

Buck laughed "Mads, c'mon, I'm not magical or anything like that" 

"I'm not saying magical, but I don't know Buck, you have a way of always getting what you wish for" 

Maddie shrugged, and Buck decided to drop the conversation just as a very familiar laugh captured his attention.

Unlike last Christmas, Eddie was having a great time at the 118 Christmas reunion; he had been tasked with helping Bobby man the grill, and was currently talking with Bobby as they both shown Harry and Chris the ins and outs of a well done cut of steak. Buck couldn't help the smile on his own face at the sight of Eddie and Chris so happy and at ease. 

He didn't say it out loud - he didn't want to deal with teasing smiles and knowing smirks from his sister and Chim - but he wished that Eddie was his, really his, and that he got to raise Chris alongside him and not just if the worst came to happen. 

The wish left his head as soon as it had entered when Eddie turned to look at him, smile still bright and big on his face, and nodded at him, asking him to come over with a small movement of his head; Buck of course, excused himself and joined them at the grill. 

He barely left Eddie's side for the rest of the party, climbing into his truck at the end of the night and going home with them; he told himself it was to pick up his jeep and go home, but he knew that Eddie would ask him to stay for a beer, and then a beer would turn into two, and then Buck would be spending the night in the couch and having an early breakfast with the them next morning. 

"Come in?" Eddie asked, just as Buck had predicted, just a little shyer than usual, like he thought Buck might say no; as if he'd ever say no to him. 

"Yeah" Buck answered and followed him inside. 

The tree was still up even though it was already past Christmas, closer to the New Year’s than Christmas really - it was the only day the entire team could get together and they decided to extend the Christmas spirit a little longer - empty of gifts too, but with lights still shinning in a coordinated blinking of rainbow colors, Buck watched it quietly as Eddie helped Chris into bed. 

"Hey" Eddie said softly a few minutes later, Buck turned to see him "It seems like you've chosen the worst place to stand in the house" 

Buck frowned before looking up, remembering the mistletoe Chris had made them hang up right before Christmas eve, they had put it in the middle of the living room ‘cause no one ever stood there. Buck laughed. 

"Well, I'm alone here, so, no biggie" He said shrugging, watching as Eddie bit his lip for a second before walking to join him under it "Eds?" he asked, breathless and confused. 

"Not alone anymore" A couple of shaking hands made their way to Buck's hips and Buck felt his heartbeat double its efforts. "This okay?" 

"It depends" 

"On?" 

"What it means to you" Buck whispered, still working on believing that apparently Eddie wanted to be under the mistletoe with him. It seemed too good to be true. 

"Buck," Eddie started with a smile on his face "It means I want to kiss you, because I love you, and I'm tired of thinking I can't have this, when I'm almost sure I can" 

"Eddie" Buck felt himself smiling, happy tears at the edge of his eyes "Eddie" He kept repeating Eddie's name like that was enough, like this wasn't the moment he had been wishing for... 

Buck took a step back from Eddie, pulling away from his embrace, almost like he had been burned by his touch.

This was everything he had wished for.

His wishes always came true.

This wasn't real. Eddie couldn't love him, not really.

This was just some twisted wish came true, taking away whatever Eddie really felt for him. 

"Buck? everything okay?" Eddie asked concerned, a small frown forming in between his eyebrows. 

"This isn't real" Buck admitted, the tears on his eyes now ones of regret and guilt "I wished... I wished you'd be mine" 

"And I am, isn't that good?" 

Buck shook his head "You aren't, not really, whatever keeps granting my wishes did this, you don't really feel this" 

"Alright you've lost me, what wish?" 

Buck took a deep breath and let himself fall into Eddie's couch "Earlier today, I wished for you to be mine" Eddie nodded, sitting at the opposite edge of the couch "And my wishes always come true, Maddie had just told me that they have been since I was a kid, and Chim thought it was freaky, but then you caught my attention and I just, I saw you and I wished you were mine, and now we're here" 

Eddie shook his head "Buck, this isn't some wish come true" He moved to sit a little closer to Buck, without touching him "I just felt brave enough today, but I've loved you for months now, probably years" He continued "all this time I've been telling myself that I couldn't have you, that you didn't want this, that you deserved better; but today I saw you under the mistletoe and I just, I had to kiss you"

"Are you sure?" 

Eddie nodded "I swear, this had been brewing inside of me for a long time" 

Buck looked at him for a moment, searching on his face for anything that might tell him Eddie wasn't being himself, but all he found was love, and a little exasperation. 

"Okay" 

"Yeah?" Eddie waited for Buck to nod before standing up and offering him his head "Can I have my mistletoe kiss now?" 

"It's not Christmas anymore" 

Eddie huffed, pulling him up "Shut up and Kiss me already" 

Buck laughed but happily complied, leaning down to join their lips together in a soft kiss, both taking their time to savor the other, mapping each other's mouth until they ran out of air; resting their foreheads together to catch their breaths.

"I gotta admit though" Eddie said "That kiss was a wish come true" 

Buck groaned and punched him on the arm without letting go of him "I hate you" 

Eddie laughed "No, you don't" 

"I really don't" He replied with a big smile on his face, one that Eddie kissed away. 

[tinkerbclla]

Eddie Munson made it.

He did everything that his teachers had always told him that he wouldn’t. It was always “You’ll never make anything of your life if you don’t buck your ideas up!” and “Making music is such a longshot, do you have a backup plan?” and “Edward Munson if you don’t shut your mouth this second –” 

Eddie Munson didn’t shut up. And now, he was a star.

His first EP ‘The Upside Down’ had been an instant hit. ‘Vecna’s Curse’ made it to number one on the rock charts and stayed there for three consecutive weeks. He’d had two successful albums since, been nominated for countless awards and even won a few.

But he wasn’t happy.

Eddie Munson was bored.

Well and truly bored.

He filled the days however he could. His music wasn’t fulfilling any more. It was bland and repetitive and he hadn’t been inspired for a while now. He was writing, sure. He was writing more than anything. He’d filled two notebooks in the last week alone. Then he flipped through them and ripped out every single page. 

“It’s all drivel!” he complained to Gareth one day. “I’ve lost my touch! My edge! It’s gone forever!”

He’d met Gareth in high school. They were the best of friends, really. They’d formed a band together and they stayed together until Gareth went off to college to study music production. He emerged a new man and Eddie –

Eddie had still been playing for the same five drunks in the same dingy bars.

So Gareth had taken him under his wing. Gareth had a good knowledge of music production now and he became Eddie’s manager. He was signed to a label within six months.

It had all moved rather fast from there. Eddie had lost track of the time. It melted away, sped past him like the stars in the window of the Millenium Falcon as it shifted into hyperspeed. He’d been on every continent, played most major cities, sold out arenas that held more people than lived in his hometown.

And he was so fucking bored.

That’s how he found himself with – Jace? Kyle? Marc? 

He didn’t know. He wasn’t going to see him again, so it didn’t matter. For now he would call him sweetheart and hope for the best. He couldn’t complain much from his position, with Eddie’s cock sliding further down his throat.

“Just like that, baby,” Eddie crooned. “You take it so well.”

There was a muffled cry beneath him that sent vibrations up his shaft to pool in his gut. 

Eddie fucked into him harder, trusting his partner for the night to tap out if he needed. Eddie was a rockstar, he could take, take, take what he wanted. He gripped onto the blonde locks in front of him as his knees started to wobble. He wished he could give the other guy some credit, but Eddie was doing all of the fucking work. 

Eddie drew himself out of his partner’s mouth. He was even bored doing this, and god, wasn’t that just the most depressing thing?

“Lie down on the bed for me, sweetheart,” Eddie tried with all his might to inject some interest in his voice. “Let me fuck you.”

The blonde nodded at him dumbly, looking fucked out and lovestruck despite Eddie’s apathy. 

Eddie watched him for a moment, before retrieving a condom and some lube from his nightstand and finishing what he’d started.

*

If Eddie sat and thought about it, he realised that he spent too much of his time thinking about love. It was always something that had been so out of reach. 

When he was young – really young – he spent a lot of his time vying for the love of his parents. He acted out, mostly. Got scrapes and bumps and bruises on purpose, because he’d seen how his friends’ mothers fawned over them when they were hurt. His parents were too lost to fawn over him. Eddie being hurt was nothing more than a nuisance. He stopped showing them the scrapes.

When he first moved in with Wayne, the uncle who had always seemed so distant before, whom he barely knew, he turned away from the love. Wayne was determined to cook him a decent meal every night, so Eddie complained that he wanted take-out. Wayne bought him clothes to replace the ones that were becoming threadbare, so Eddie screamed when he realised his favourite t-shirt was gone. He pushed Wayne’s love away until Wayne came home with a gift. He pressed the fabric into Eddie’s hands wordlessly and Eddie scoffed in the way he was wont to in those days. 

And then he saw it.

Wayne had located an exact copy of the old Judas Priest shirt that he’d thrown out because it had a hole in the armpit. It looked brand new. It knocked the wind out of Eddie, he was totally in awe of Wayne from that moment. It was the most unambiguous sign of familial love he’d ever been shown. He stopped pushing his uncle away after that. He accepted the love.

The thing about love was that, as soon as Eddie had a taste, he wanted more.

He watched as his friends got girlfriend after girlfriend in middle and high school. He wanted what they had; he wanted soft hugs and gentle kisses on blushing cheeks. He craved affection more than he’d ever craved anything. 

He didn’t get it.

One day in high school, some of the guys on the football team had gotten hold of the information that Carter Anderson was gay. He’d been spotted holding hands with his secret boyfriend under the bleachers, totally innocent shit, but he was immediately ostracised. He was either sneered at or avoided completely. Eddie didn’t know which was worse. 

He’d wanted to comfort Carter, but he couldn’t have anyone know that he was the same. He was already a freak, Eddie didn’t think he could handle being the gay freak. 

He’d come out eventually, once high school was over and he was no longer bound by a hierarchy that was controlled by meaningless things like who had the most money, or who was able to catch a ball accurately. He’d even had a couple of relationships that went nowhere. 

He still craved something real, something permanent. 

It seemed impossible to find, especially as a famous musician. People wanted fame and people wanted money. It didn’t matter much to them how they got it.

The thought crossed his mind again when he was in a meeting about his upcoming tour. He’d chewed on a pencil until the yellow paint had chipped off and he’d most likely swallowed some of it, while the tour manager droned on about their schedule and the record label representative chimed in with the demand that Eddie keep working on his new album while he’s on the road. They kept talking until it was all static and Eddie’s mind drifted to love. Or his lack of love, to be more accurate.

It made him laugh to think of how he’d changed since the start of his career. A meeting like this used to hold his attention. It was new and exciting; he was getting to share his love with the world. But he hadn’t felt the love in his music for the past two albums now. He was surprised that his fans hadn’t noticed, yet he seemed to be as popular as ever. More popular, even. He was selling more than ever.

And he hated it. None of it felt authentic. None of it felt like love.

Eddie let out a sharp gasp of pain as Gareth elbowed him in the ribs, bringing him back into the room.

“Oh, uh –” Eddie scanned the room quickly in an attempt to figure out what had been asked of him. “Sorry, run that by me again?”

The executive in front of him rolled his eyes, obviously growing tired of the meeting and Eddie’s habit of daydreaming, “The tour schedule was confirmed by your manager, Mr Emerson, we just need a signature.”

“Right,” Eddie nodded, dragging the paper over to him. “Sure.”

Eddie wished he’d listened to at least some of the plan for his tour, but he couldn’t help it. The whole thing made him feel listless. Miserable. Apathetic. He’d ask Gareth for the details later, but honestly?

Eddie Munson wanted a fucking break.

He wanted to find the love in his music again, and he couldn’t do that while playing the same songs that had made him lose it. 

Eddie signed his life away and left the meeting without another word.

*

It was a dumb idea. It was reckless and stupid. Eddie knew that, but it wasn’t like he had any better ideas. Eddie sat at his desk and stared at the laptop screen in front of him. It was probably the only time he’d actually used the piece of furniture for more than just storage space for a thick layer of dust. He’d had to wipe it down thoroughly before he even thought about putting his laptop on it. The desk had sat in the corner of his music room unused; both Wayne and Gareth had insisted that he should have a desk to work at, but Eddie had written most of his songs either on the couch on the opposite side of the room or sprawled across the floor. A desk wasn’t exactly in tune with his creative vision. 

He wasn’t writing now, though, he was researching, and that was a task suited to the rigid conformity of a desk. Eddie opened up a browser window with a swift click and began to type.

How to stop hating mys–

No. He erased the words before he’d even finished writing them. They sounded too pathetic, but so did every other combination of words that ran through his head.

But how could he make them sound less pathetic? There was no admirable way to admit that you felt as though you were drowning in everything that had once been your dream.

How to feel less lost

That search was a dud. Eddie was willing to accept a lot of advice, but “accept that it’s okay to feel lost” was probably the most useless advice he’d been given in a while. He was past acceptance. He wanted change. Needed it with every fibre of his being.

He strayed away from the searches that would give him identical results touting mindfulness and going out for a walk as the cure to all mental health issues. He’d done it all. He’d even been to therapy. He needed something different, something fresh. He racked his brain until he settled on his next search –

Find writing inspiration easy

Eddie waded through pages of awful advice, telling him to look at writing prompts or to exercise (how was a jog supposed to help him come up with a hit song, exactly?).

Then came a beacon of hope. His answer.

A writers’ retreat.

The idea sparked a wave of hope that hadn’t washed over Eddie in a long time. He didn’t want to go on a specifically planned writers’ retreat, to be surrounded by twelve other writers who were constantly asking him what he was writing and what brought him to their little commune – he shuddered at the thought. Definitely not.

But to be able to escape? To book a flight to Bumfuck, Nowhere and exist among people who had no idea who he was? To hole up where no one would be able to track him and demand photos and autographs? He’d been asked to sign someone’s tits when he was out for dinner, for god’s sake, and he just wanted some quiet. The idea of quiet was thrilling.

A new Google search: Rural towns in the Midwest.

The Midwest was probably the most boring place that Eddie could think of. He lived in L.A., and the West coast was somewhere he wanted to get away from. If he went too far East, he’d end up with New York, and he wanted to avoid that just as much. In fact, he was probably supposed to go there on the tour he’d blindly agreed to. 

Eddie didn’t want busy. He wanted boring. So: the Midwest.

He clicked through a number of websites, waiting for a name to stick. A small town that sounded like it had some charm to it, something that would leave Eddie feeling in love again. 

He found what he was looking for in Fairland, Indiana. The whimsical name was already enough to send soft flutters through his chest; he felt the inspiration already, felt the love that radiated from the small town. He trawled through the pictures that he could find. There weren’t many – even the Trip Advisor page for the town only had two entries – but Fairland seemed quaint.

Eddie was sold.

He was opening up a new tab to browse AirBnB almost immediately. In the back of his mind, he was aware of the reaction his plan would solicit from Gareth and everyone else who worked for him. He knew that this was impulsive, that there were a litany of fans who had paid for tickets to the tour already. The idea of disappointing his fans caused an ache that settled in next to his heart, but he couldn’t keep showing them this watered-down version of Eddie Munson. They deserved his love. He owed it to them.

The only issue with choosing such a small town was that the AirBnB options were few and far between. There was only the one option, actually. A home that Eddie could only really describe as cosy, as close to a cottage as he’d ever seen. Eddie thought that cottages only existed in fairytales, or, like, England. But it was there, right in front of him in a high-definition image. An honest-to-god cottage with ivy growing up the grey stone walls. Eddie hadn’t seen a brick house outside of Chicago; it added to the charm of the building. It felt like a hidden gem, a treasure that he needed to snatch up immediately.

He scrolled further. The room for offer had a double bed, the house itself boasted a large wood-burning fireplace and a private garden. The pictures looked ethereal. He quickly found the contact button, barely taking notice of the reviews (there weren’t too many anyway – Fairland apparently wasn’t particularly popular). His eye did catch one note under the owner’s profile, though: The owner lives in the main house. 

It almost stopped Eddie from messaging, but surely he could put up with nodding politely at the man when he saw him in the shared spaces of the house? It was still rural and beautiful and everything he needed.

Eddie swallowed any hesitation and typed out his message.

Eddie: How soon would this room be available?

He immediately and deeply regretted forgoing a greeting, realising how rude and demanding he must sound.

Eddie: Sorry! Hi! Just very excited about your lovely home!

Eddie banged his head on the desk. Twice, for good measure. He was about to delete his entire profile when the reply came through.

Steve: Hi there Eddie! It’s available now and there aren’t any upcoming bookings. So I can accommodate you whenever.

He didn’t think before he replied, didn’t give himself time to.

Eddie: Would you think me insane if I suggested tomorrow?

Steve: I can get the room set up by then, no problemo!

Eddie: And if I don’t exactly have an end date to my stay?

Steve: As long as I’m getting paid, stay for as long as you want.

If he hadn’t been convinced before, he definitely was now.

Eddie didn’t have to think too much about money these days; he was impulsive and spent as much as he wanted to. He’d bought Wayne a house – an actual house with more than one storey and everything – without a second thought. He gave him an unlimited budget to furnish it and went to Ikea with him in disguise (it was a cap and sunglasses, very original and not the least bit effective). 

Still, this was the fastest Eddie had typed in his card information in a long time. He paid for a month up front to sweeten the deal for his host and immediately switched tabs to look for flights.

*

Eddie was buckling himself into a plane seat before he let anyone in on his plan. He’d been putting it off, knowing exactly how much he was going to screw them all over. Gareth didn’t deserve it, the fans didn’t deserve it, but Eddie struggled to feel an inch of sympathy for any of the other executives. 

Besides, this was going to be for the best. For both Eddie and his fans. 

With a steadying breath, he opened up his messages to Gareth.

Munson: I’m not doing the tour.

Munson: Don’t look for me. I’ll be back, but not any time soon.

And then he turned off his phone before the barrage of texts started to flood in.

He’d been clever about it; he’d covered his tracks. Eddie’s laptop stayed in his penthouse apartment, but the history had been completely wiped. He had logged into his banking app and changed his password, just in case Gareth knew the old one. He’d even phoned the bank to make sure they wouldn’t give out any of his information. He told them, and the police, in no uncertain terms, that he was not missing and none of his information was to be shared. He wanted to cover all of his bases, because the men in suits were vultures and they wouldn’t stop until they found Eddie. So he had to make sure that he wouldn’t be found.

He was pretty sure that he’d done a good job.

***

The opening scenes from 'The Unloved Ones' by tinkerbclla on ao3.

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[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here friend, hoping your in the mood for some incoherent Friday rambling because that's where I'm at right now and have been for days. First off, i think we should both thank and curse the new intern 911 hired, who apparently switched out the promo team's decaf for some Columbian dark roast. Seriously after spending the first half of the season practically catatonic between episodes suddenly we can't catch a break for even 24 hours before the next unhinged thing comes out. Next, let's

thank Mr. Ryan Guzman for looking at his character's scene notes, apparently rolling his eyes, and deciding to take matters into his own hands. Look, I'm not trying to say the rest of the 118 doesn't look devastated, but Eddie looks like he's about to start bawling on the floor and that's the real reason he grabbed Chim. I'll come back to this but his moments sure don't hit like pure platonic concern, there is some real desperation there. Also not to bring up KR rambling but lady if you were so surprised by Ryan's performance and didn't want it to come across like THAT, aren't you in charge? Couldn't you make the call and say "I need you to give me less"?? Anyway, the parallels between this and Eddie's shooting are ridiculous, so I also gave to think if this isn't going somewhere what the fuck is the point?? Why go through all this trouble to make it so obvious and heartfelt and hurt so much if it just goes back to business as usual?? That more than anything would piss me off. Yes, let Buck learn a thing or two about his own worth (we've only been waiting SEASONS for it), but also can we stop pretending putting these two specific characters in these life and death scenarios where they have to watch the other dying and their whole world looks like it's coming apart doesn't mean anything?? Finally (for now) here's what I'd like to see next episode. We know Buck is going to see the people he loves but not in the way he knows he knows them. So I'd love to be what prompts him to wake is seeing Chris. But not just any version of him. This Chris is an orphan, his mom died and there wasn't anyone to save his Dad from getting shot. He lives with his grandparents (pre Ramon reckoning), he had to go to them since there was no other parent in Eddie's life to take care of him. So this bright, brave kid is now sad and scared of the world, and Buck knows its wrong. I'll leave you with this mess of thoughts 😭.

Hello friend! We had people over this evening so I'm trying to get this done before I get to bed because I really do need to clear out my inbox (RIP to everyone who came to be salty with me and KR's interviews because we immediately got sneak peeks and poker stills and DO MORE, and my brain went offline).

Seriously, I don't know who started slipping the promo team cocaine but damn. Let us REST for a second! Between them and the fandom coming out in FORCE to wreck us or be horny on main, it's A Lot and I need sleep!

Ryan is out here giving us The Most and KR acting *shocked pikachu* about it just shows how much she sleeps on Ryan as an actor and Eddie as a character.I rewatched 6x10 and like, I know he's got a lot next episode but for a premier maybe we could have checked in with him and Chris since we checked in with literally everyone else at their homes? I'm trying not to be too negative because after s5 and 6a, this is THEE most excited I've been in awhile and I really do think the show is at least trying to course correct after....whatever TF 6a was and the weirdness of s5.

And the stuff with Eddie, it's like, you're right they COULD tell him to do less! They could say "this is what we're looking for" or at least "this is what we're NOT looking for" but clearly his actions were signed off on and made it to air knowing full well what people would see when they watched it. And what you see is a man desperately broken by the possibility of losing his partner. Which is GREAT if the show is working on a s7 Buddie reveal plan (I'm with @outrunningthedark I don't think they want to overshadow the Madney moment coming up which is fine), but it's....disappointing when there is so much good stuff going on right now and all KR wants to talk about is how much fun they had forcing Eddie "they're not really my type" Diaz to casually date randos because that's something he's ever been interested in doing. He really seems like a guy that enjoys wasting his limited free time meeting lots of new people only interested in getting into his pants instead of taking care of his partner who literally died for several minutes, and doing things with his son. Sure Jan. FFS, read the room! Or read the character profile before you start throwing storylines at the wall to see what sticks (lookin' at you sperm donor plot that is apparently giving Nothing). Yeah, yeah, managing expectations with a showrunner like her is good, but it's also a lot of whiplash right now between what we're seeing on our screens and what she's trying to TELL us we're seeing on our screens. I'm just so sick of them giving what should be THEE moment for Buddie only to follow it up by shoving some woman between them like "oh, nothing to see here!" Give me a break. And then what are they going to do for the actual reveal? How are they going to raise the stakes AGAIN? How are they going to be like, "yeah this is the 5th time one of us has almost died, but THIS time it's allowed to be an "Oh" moment for us because TPTB finally signed off on it!" 🙄🙄🙄 On the bright side, the Buddie of it all has kept the show trending off an on for almost two weeks and will certainly continue through next week so at least whoever is paying attention to that stuff and saw how dead everything was after the finale has some comparison to work with!

ANYWAY

Sad an lonely Chris would be HEARTBREAKING and my heart couldn't take it! 😭😭😭 That boy deserves ONLY good things! I will say I am a little...not mad but I am certainly side-eyeing this coma storyline seeming to be about how Buck's work as a firefighter is what changed everyone's lives because like, YES him being at the 118 changed everything for everyone, but also this is the guy who panic-sued the department to get back to work because he felt worthless if he wasn't doing his job. Which we then found out stemmed from childhood trauma and neglect, but right now, for where he's at, he's not questioning his choice of job so he doesn't need a push like Eddie to come back to where he belongs. And he's already wrapped up in a storyline that SHOULD be about him giving up parts and pieces of himself to make other's happy at cost to his own happiness (though right now we don't know WHAT it's suppose to be about since he's not going to struggle with walking away per Oliver and he's not learning anything so what's the point?). So how is better for him to be facing a life where Daniel lived and he's loved and happy (which is what they've been making it sound like) but everyone at the 118 is a mess without him, proving that it's better for everyone ELSE if he sacrifices everything and doesn't get the happy life he always dreamed of? Like I'm not trying to be negative and I'm still REALLY excited about the episode (as you can see from my unhinged posting this week) and I just KNOW everyone's performances are going to slay us, and this storyline might go differently than I'm expecting and be something really great! But I'm just...getting my side-eyes out because if KR has proved anything it's that she can't plan a fucking arc for shit, and she lacks a basic understanding of the trauma and driving forces behind the characters.

Final note because I didn't want to end on that one, I think everyone in the firefam deserves an Emmy for what they're going to give us and I am READY for their reactions to rip my heart out and stomp on it. It is TIME Buck wakes up with his REAL family around his bed and knows how very much he is loved for just being Buck and how hard they fought to bring him back to them, because he's their family and they CHOOSE him. Buck is always the one being left, but he's going to wake up and hear how everyone he loves begged him to stay with them. It's going to be *delicious*

[strawberrywritingfiction]

Golf Outing

Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k 

Synopsis: Invited by he and his family, you go golfing with Tom

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       You were sat at the dinner table among the Holland family members. Having met the twins, Harry and Sam through friends, and having had brief interactions with Tom, the eldest- You were invited as more or less a family friend. At least, the boys’ parents were interested in you, and in the exchanges you’d had with the boys through work and mutual connections. Plus, you thought you were a relatively pleasing house guest. Nothing abnormal about it, you thought.

“You play any golf Y/n?” Harry asked you, amidst the dinner conversations.

The rest of the boys’ heads snapped up at the question posed by Harry, most of the bunch being avid golfers and all.

“Well, sort of. But I’m nowhere up to the boys’ level.” You said with a laugh.

“You should join us for a round Y/n, we’re having a go at the nearby course tomorrow,” Tom said with a smile.

“Yeah, just a casual one, for extra practice.” Sam chimed in.

“I really couldn’t. Can’t even remember the last time I held a club - I’d have to practice in advance to get remotely close to being able to play you all.”

“Nonsense,” said Dom, “We’d love to have you join- and you wouldn’t even have to play if you’re not up for it. You can just have a few hits at the range down there, If you’d like.”

Finding it difficult to say no, and feeling Tom’s gaze held on you, you impulsively agreed to join.

This brought you to where you were now- driving mid afternoon on a Sunday, having just been to a sports store trying to pick up an appropriate looking golf outfit that fit the course’s, ‘formal attire requirement.’ Along with purchasing various balls and tees. Thankfully though, you hand a spare set of clubs at home.

Upon arriving, you met the boys in cheerful spirits, clad in their golf attire. Prepped and ready for play. So, you and the Holland clan got out on the green quickly. First hole, and your driver shot was unmistakably crap. You were glad the boys hadn’t winced at the horrible shot. You tried to play off the embarrassment with conversation between hits when being driven in the cart. The boys had 2 carts out. You sat alongside Harry and Sam in one. Tom in the other with their dad.

1st shot on the second hole though, and it was equally as bad as your previous. But luckily, the boys were distracted and missed the poorly executed swing. Finally after arriving at the beginning of the third hole, however, you stepped up to the tee, and hesitated.

“Listen guys, I think I’ll step out on this one- maybe head back, or tag along for the rest, but I think I’m out on playing. Don’t want to hold you guys back,” you said with a light chuckle. You definitely had the highest score of the bunch, and you were aware that the boys were just being polite, waiting for you to hit your past chipping shots and putts, as you were moving at a slower speed than the rest of them. Then again, they could practically be pros.

“You’re not holding us back, this is all good fun, so there’s no worries if you do continue. Otherwise, one of the boys can step out of the game and join you up in the cart, to go back to the front.” Dom said, looking to his sons. The twins made no effort to offer, which was fair, as they were in front with the lowest scores. But, to your surprise, Tom offered.

“I’d be happy to, I’ve been playing a shit game anyway,” Tom said with a laugh, placing his club back in his bag and hoisting it on his shoulder, “Only, I’d be willing to play with you on the rest of the holes for practice, If you’d be up for it. I’d... I’d Like to help improve your game.”

“My game?”

“Yeah, I think with some slight improvements to that swing of yours, you could be looking decent.”

You scoffed, “You sure? I don’t think you’ve noticed, but if you continue on with just me, you’ll be here for another few hours.”

“Time well spent.” Tom said with a smile.

The rest of the boys wished you well as they drove off to continue playing, leaving you and Tom with the remaining cart.

“Right well, you have a go first.”

“Alright,” you said, fishing through your bag for a wood club.

Interrupting as you removed one from it’s bag, Tom said, “Er- hold on, let me check.”

He too dug through your clubs before picking another one- “I reckon this one here’s a good fit,” he said, handing it to you.

“Ok then, I trust you,” You said, stepping up to the tee, “you got any other tips Holland?”

“Maybe. Give me a practice swing and we’ll take it from there,” he said, stepping back from your side.

You did as you were told, and Tom kindly gave you his input.

“Right well- this arm,” he said motioning to his own, “you’ve gotta keep that straight even on impact, no getting flimsy elbows before making contact with the ball there.”

You were trying to correct yourself, copying his directions, but upon your confusion, Tom walked up behind you to help demonstrate. “Okay so this arm,” he started, his hands gripping both of your own from behind, “You’ve gotta keep it like this through your back swing,” he said, drawing your arms back behind your shoulder. You couldn’t help but loose brief focus as he gave his directions soft spoken from behind.

He stepped back to examine your practice swing, “right that looks better, but uh- may I.”

“Go for it,” You said.

“Right, so-“ he placed his hands on either side of your hips “-you wanna kind of turn your body this direction, and move the opposite knee forward as you do.” You did just as you were told.

After the few tips, and Tom was satisfied with your practice technique and form, you took the swing, proving to have a much better result.

“See? That’s so much better! Your swing will be looking like Tiger Woods’ in no time, I bet it,”

You laughed, “All thanks to you Coach.”

Next, Tom stepped up to take his own swing. You watched, and to no surprise his form was practically perfect, landing him a nice spot on the green. You complimented his swing as the two of you hopped in the cart to head over to the next ball.

You drove the cart, and the cart rides throughout the day gave the two of you an opportunity to talk. Also, on each hole Tom continued to give you tips. You admired that he was so patient, and never got frustrated with you, or exasperated if you didn’t happen to pick up his directions quickly. He claimed you significantly improved by the end of the day. Surely enough though, by the time you got out of the course, the rest of the Holland’s had left, and it was practically dark.

The two of you carried your clubs to the car park, utterly exhausted. What was meant to be casual, fun and quick, felt as if it were never-ending.

“You got a ride Tom? You asked.

“Shit, well- no, really. Harry and Sam must have taken my car back to our shared apartment,”

“I’m happy to drop you off- least I can do. You practically gave me lessons for free today, forfeited your game too.”

“Nah, It was good fun, and I’d prefer to have forfeited than to have lost another game to those twats this month,” he chuckled.

The two of you continued to chat, and on the car ride home you both stopped for some takeout at a drive-through, seeing as now it was dark and neither of you had had anything for dinner.

You thanked Tom again once whilst dropping him off, “I’d love to do this again, actually,” he said, fumbling with the strap of his bag of clubs slung over his shoulder.

“I don’t think I’m up to anymore golf for a while,” You said, with an awkward laugh.

“Well, we won’t do golf again then,” he smiled, “maybe just a dinner.”

“Sounds good,” you agreed. Saying good night, you left to head home and upon arriving, you immediately began to receive messages from the rest of the boys.

* Sam H - Already, he won’t shut up about you 😐 9:37 pm.

* Harry H - 10 bucks said he’d be too much of a wuss to ask you out before the end of tonight and I lost 🙄 9:41 pm.

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[insaneoldme]

Can you rec buddie fics? Pretty please?

OMG it's my time to shine, bitches!!!

Sorry if I went a little nuts, but this fandom has some of the best writers I've ever seen. I have 186 Buddie fics bookmarked in my AO3,

I'll link here if you are interested in taking a look cause if I put them all here it would be too long. Also, I tried to show here some fics I very rarely see recced, and a little bit o the classics. This fandom has some very underrated authors, everyone in my bookmarks is worth taking a look really.

Please take a look at the warnings before reading, enjoy!!!

I Hate Accidents (Except When We Went From Friends to This) by morganofthefairies (Rated E )

Buck and Eddie had always been unconventional. Neither of them gave it much thought – they were just them. Buck and Eddie - partners, best friends, co-parents – just as entangled in each other’s lives as any actual couple in the 118.

Or, the story of how Buck and Eddie went about their relationship in entirely the wrong order.

My Heart's Been Borrowed by ElvenSorceress (Rated E)

aka the one where Taylor gives Buck his ultimate fantasy and uncovers far more than either of them expected, forcing him to confront his long held feelings for Eddie

Half Awake in Our Fake Empire by HMSLusitania (Rated E)

Buck 1.0 fathered a child and Buck 4.0 comes into custody.

Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) (Rated E)

Agent [Redacted] Diaz is the best at what he does. Usually. But lately there's this real pain in the ass* who's been ruining his missions: Code Name "Buck."

Keep It On by R_E_R6 (Rated E)

When Eddie walks in on Buck, bent over in nothing but a hoodie, their plans for the night immediately change. Buck's outfit though? Well, Eddie requests that it stays the same...for reasons.

Heart of Flowers / Heart of Gold by ElvenSorceress (Rated T)

Buck nearly loses everything and Eddie has to follow his heart

hungry for your love by evcndiaz (Rated G)

prompt: "who’s gonna write a fanfic where chris is not cooperating with buck and eddie accidentally says “listen to your dad”?"

or; breadsticks are a metaphor for love and boning

keep your eyes on the road by iriswests (Rated M)

A glimpse into buck and eddie’s developing relationship, told through ten moments stopped at a traffic light

when things fall into place by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Eddie asks Buck to move in with them during lockdown to help look after Christopher, which leads to certain unresolved feelings being resolved.

Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

Evan "Buck" Buckley has made a name for himself as the independent bad boy of archaeology. At least, until Professor Eddie Diaz shows up with his fedora and good looks and starts beating Buck to the punch more often than not.

Buck hates his stupid six-pack covered guts.

Except for how... he might not.

Objects in the Mirror by SevenSoulmates (Rated E)

The voice had always been around, Eddie remembers it, like a stream of consciousness that babbled incoherently to the point where Eddie just tuned it out.

But then the voice started speaking directly to him. Conversing like he was a whole person standing right in front of him. Like he could see what was happening around Eddie.

Eddie shook his head. No one was talking to him, and Eddie most certainly was not talking back.

He wouldn’t talk to the boy in his head ever again. There was no boy in his head.

ripples all the way down by iriswests (Rated M)

christopher partakes in some parent trapping

dream of some epiphany by extasiswings (Rated M)

Evan Buckley is lost.

It’s happenstance that he wanders into the navy recruiting center—he’s been in San Diego for a few weeks, bartending late nights and weekends, living in a house with three other guys not because he needs the roommates but because he doesn’t want to be alone, and the military is…respectable. Stable. So Buck thinks maybe and opens the door.

Buck leaves ten minutes later with a set of printed instructions for sending his first letter, assured that he can drop it off whenever he’s ready, and a name.

Staff Sergeant Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Relationship Advice from Complete Strangers Online by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Hi, I’ve never made a Reddit post before and I’m not 100% sure what I’m doing but I need advice and can’t ask anyone in my real life. So, I [30M] have this best friend [34M]…

Leading with the Left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck said he was a "bartender" in "South America" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "Mexico."

And when Eddie said, "What's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "Is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?"

In other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about Buck. Or Eddie. Or Buck and Eddie's relationship.

fireflies where my caution should be by littlesnowpea (Rated M)

“You never talk about your parents,” Eddie says, which is not even remotely what Buck expects Eddie to say. He frowns, tilts his head, but it isn’t a question, as evidenced by Eddie charging on. “I never asked because I figured it was your business, but the look on your face any time they’re brought up tells me you don’t get along.”

Buck swallows hard, against a lump in his throat. His parents? Eddie’s right, he never talks about them, for good reason. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, not sure what he’s even going to say.

Eddie takes it as the answer Buck is trying to make it out to be. He squeezes Buck’s wrist again, takes a deep breath, like he’s on a call with someone who’s panicking. Buck finds his breathing slowing to match Eddie’s, and Eddie nods as Buck gets it under control.

“There are people on the porch,” Eddie says, voice even. “Saying they want to meet their grandchild.”

Asked, Offered, Given, (He's) Taken by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

People like to flirt with Buck on calls. It kind of makes Buck uncomfortable.

And that makes Eddie frustrated.

I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Rated E)

When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea.

Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right?

There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

Memorable by JessicaMDawn (Rated T)

Six times Buck got recognized by people he saved during the tsunami, and how his team realized he was a hero.

All Bets are Off by NobodyKnows_U (Not Rated)

Or, the five times the firefam realized Buck and Eddie were in love, and the one-time Eddie finally did something about it.

fire on fire by extasiswings (Rated T)

Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.

Better Together by Randomfandombloggs09 (Not Rated)

5 times Eddie sees Buck wearing his last name and 1 time its not just his

Daddy and Pops by EdithBlake (Rated M)

When Christopher calls Buck 'Pops' things get a bit confusing. Buck and Eddie have a talk with Christopher that ends up with both of them being even more confused by how right it sounds.

the meaning of the words you see by florenceandthemachine (Rated E)

unknown sender: Hi!

unknown sender: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me buy you a drink, and for your number. Sorry I had to run.

unknown sender: I’m Eddie by the way.

sent: hey um

sent: i don’t want 2 be this guy but

sent: i think u mayb put the wrong # in ur phone

the dream you wish will come true by woodchoc_magnum (Rated M)

In which Christopher Diaz cannot understand why his father would want to date his former teacher when Evan Buckley is right there.

vienna waits for you by mottainai (Not Rated)

Eddie doesn't deserve a soulmate.

Work Husband by hideeho (Rated T)

“What...what have you done with Buck?” Eddie is going to kill him for messing with his phone. No, that’s too extreme. He’s going to maim him. Just a little.

“Check under H,” Chim offers helpfully, shooting a look over to Hen with a smirk.

Why the hell would he be under—

Then he sees it.

Husband.

Bad Neighbors by firstdegreefangirl (Rated E)

Eddie's new neighbors are keeping him up all night. He calls on his best friend for a little taste of their own medicine.

Cross the Line by Sirencalls (Rated E)

Eddie laughs, short and quiet and almost to himself. “No. If you want to learn, then I’m gonna be the one to teach you.”

Buck is pretty sure his brain stops working. “What? Why?”

Eddie turns to look at him and steps closer, their chests only a few inches apart. “Because there are people out there who will take advantage of how naïve you are. They’ll hurt you, and I won’t.” Eddie’s eyes are so intense that Buck doesn’t have any choice but to believe him. “If you want someone to do this for you, to—to dominate you, it has to be me. I don’t trust anyone else to do it right.”

pretty in pink by dykeevans (Rated E)

Buck forgets that he and Eddie made plans to hang out until Eddie shows up and Buck's in the middle of laundry day.

His laundry day outfit consists of a small pink crop top and grey sweatpants.

Eddie loses his damn mind. Me too, though, me too.

the distance to the stars by cloudydaisies (Rated G)

“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

Something Old, Something New by dumbhuman (Rated E)

“Damn, I love weddings!” Buck’s face lit up as he closed the door.

If asked later, Eddie wouldn’t have been able to explain what came over him in that moment to make him ask the question. Or, at least, he wouldn’t have wanted to explain. The exhaustion was an easy excuse, but he knew deep down that it wasn’t a real one.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

one of the few things by thatnerdemryn (Rated G)

five times that Eddie tells someone else that Buck is Christopher's legal guardian plus one time he finally tells Buck.

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (Rated T)

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu (Rated T)

“Why is everybody taking my relationship status so personally? Can’t I be fine with being single?” Buck said.

“Hey, you don’t have to say yes, be sad and alone if that’s what you want,” Josh replied. “But, I’m just saying. I’ve seen photos and this guy is volcanic levels of hot. Also, single dad, super cute kid. Saves lives for a living like you. I think you should give it a go.”

(the one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there)

Keeping It In The Family by Wolves_of_Innistrad (Rated T)

A young man shows up at the firehouse looking for Buck. Turns out Javier was a Bartender with Buck in Mexico. He’s back in LA, looking to reconnect and very flirty. Cue Eddie realizing Buck is not as straight as he thought.

kiss me (like your ex is in the room) by rebeccaofsbfarm (Rated E)

Eddie Diaz gets drunk and protective and signs up for a fake double date to get back at his friend's ex.

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

An accident on a call leaves Buck with custody of Chris after Eddie is… missing presumed.

While they navigate their new family circumstances -- and fight to stay together, despite Eddie's parents' best efforts -- a John Doe wakes up in a coma ward with no memory of his own life beyond the knowledge he has a son named Christopher and, somehow, he needs to get home

All my Buddie AO3 bookmarks

As I said this fandom has some very talented people, some of my favorite Authors's Tumblrs below, I recommend all the things they wrote and their blogs are very good.

@elvensorceress, @hmslusitania, @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels, @extasiswings

For gifs:

@arrenemris, @skylessnights (very lovely AU gifsets)

@from-nova(good gifs & content)

For Podfics: @mistmarauder everything she ever read is amazing, her podfics are high quality and she has a very lovely voice and her presence calms me down lol I recommend it

I'm sorry there are a lot more people but I'm kinda in a rush haha most of the people I follow are amazing, but the ones I mentioned here are enough to get you started or entertained for a while.

Buddie fics are amazing, this pairing has spoiled me so much, everyone I met because of it is nice and so active and talented.

Sorry mutuals if I forgot someone! 

I hope I helped Anon, have fun!

(Tell me if any link is wrong please, thanks)

[mindofharry]

In which mafia!bucky had a hard day and you know just the thing to help.

mafia!bucky is here!! ahh!! i’m so obsessed with the mafia!bucky concept, i think it fits his character so well. smut, bucky having a hard day (and penis) and you being an absolute sweetheart! happy reading, loves <3

James buchanan barnes is having a hard day.

He’s having a hard day without you. You both met in high school when james, known to you as bucky, was just starting out and taking over his fathers ‘business’. You started off as the best of friends, but everyone knew that you were buckys, and buckys was yours. What you knew of the barnes family business, was that it was a restaurant and the oldest child in the family would take over. What you didn’t know until you and bucky started dating was that it was all a front. The restaurant is real, people in the family are employed as chefs and waiters. But bucky isn’t just the boss of the restaurant, he’s all the boss of a gang. The biggest gang in brooklyn.

Of course you were shocked, you had met just about every person in buckys family and none of them gave you a bad vibe. Looking back, you probably should’ve noticed. It was a shock, it did take you a couple of weeks to digest and get over. But you understood why bucky couldn’t tell you. Maybe you were too naive, but you loved bucky, and you were going to let him go over this. He was trained for this and you know he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You trust him with your life.

From then, you’ve both been inseparable. Everyone knew that you would be married in couple years, so you knowing about the family business didn’t bother them. And buckys parents had known you since you were a little girl, they trust you just as much as you trust them.

Bucky was in a meeting with his right hand man, steve rodgers. They had met a couple years back on a job and had basically been brothers ever since. Steve was in the business with his dad, but he wasn’t too interested in the drugs side of things. He liked business, he liked numbers and helping out, so when bucky found out he wanted out of his dads gang, he immediately offered him a job as manger of the restaurant. Steve would still have to take care of some seriously, illegal shit, but it was better than what he used to be doing.

The meeting was on opening another restaurant in another state, but bucky wasn’t too sold on the idea. Not only did he grow up here, you grew up here too. If he was moving locations, he’d have to move everything. And the only normalcy you have is your family.

And there’s way too many memories here. Bucky likes how close the two families are, and moving to a new state and having to start from scratch would make the restaurant lose its momentum.

Bucky and Steve both looked at each other, knowing the answer was no. But they had to sit in on the meeting as bucky didn’t want to start anything.

Although these men have a lot of respect for the brooklyn gang, they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

So bucky will sit here all day if it means both him and steve can leave alive and in one piece.

Buckys phone went off with a small ding, the other men didn’t seem to nice - even if they did, bucky still would’ve checked it. It was a text from you, he softly smiled seeing your name pop up on his screen. God, it had only been three hours but he missed you so much. You’re both each other’s soulmates, that’s what everyone says when they meet or see you both. Can’t keep your hands off each other, know everything about one and another, it’s a fresh of breath air for your side of the family as everyone you know is divorced or separated.

angel; missing you 🥺.

That simple text made bucky want to get up and leave the office and go back home to you. You both live in an apartment, just 15 minutes away from the restaurant and 20 minutes away from both of your parents. Your mother wouldn’t have it any other way. But even with a short 15 minute drive home, bucky would still get a ticket. He just can’t go long without seeing his baby. Usually you drop into the restaurant before and after work, there’s some new members, wives and husbands. You like to make them comfortable, like other people in the family treated you. You know how overwhelming everything can be, so you want everyone to know you’re there and ready to listen. And bucky likes having you around in the restaurants and offices. He likes having something nice to look at while working.

Steve hit his leg, making bucky clear his throat. The men had stopped talking and were waiting on answer. Bucky leaned back in his chair, dropping his phone back on the table.

“Steve and I will get back to on this. Great presentation fellas” Bucky said standing shaking their hands. Steve shook their hands too, just as eager as bucky to get out of this god for saken office and home to his partner.

They quickly rushed out of the office, body guards following them as they walked to the car. The drivers were in there already, bucky sighed remembering he hadn’t told the drivers they wouldn’t be needed.

“Lance, you can drive yourself home in the porsche. You’re not needed for the rest of the day” Bucky said waving him off and throwing the keys and the driver, lance. Lance nearly choked on air, but didn’t hesitate quickly walking off to the porsche.

Steve chuckled to himself getting in his car. “See you tomorrow, buck” Steve said waving as he drove off in his car.

Finally, peace and quiet. This day had been so hard and hectic. A busy day, was not unusual but usually bucky could handle it. Maybe everything was finally catching up with him. This morning started off great, morning sex and breakfast in bed. Then the phone rang and before you knew it bucky was out of the bed dressed and out the door. Traffic was exceptionally bad and he had ran out of gas just 10 minutes into the drive. So bucky got gas and had to stand outside as there was huge line coming out of the gas station, he didn’t know why and he was not going to ask. It’s started to pour rain so when he got into the office he was soaked and had to change. Then that boring, presentation had begun.

Bucky could feel the headache coming on already.

It was like you could sense bucky was having a hard day. You ordered some chinese and opened up a bottle of wine for dinner, then you opened up your victoria’s secret bag. You had bought this when you were out with one of your friends from work, wanda. She had recently just had twins, and needed to get out and have a girls day. You had offered to go out as you needed some new bits, so you made a day out of it. Went for lunch and shopped till you dropped. You had bought some lingerie, red buckys favourite colour on you. It was lacy and tight in just the right places. You felt amazing in it, so you thought today would be the best day to break it out and surprise your husband.

The drive home was the worst. The music was bad, buckys phone had died and the rain was really pouring down again. He needed you so badly.

Bucky just needed a taste of you and he’d been all good again.

You showered, shaved and did all the bits you wanted and needed to do. After putting the lingerie on, you changed into a black dress and then got the plates out for the chinese. It hadn’t arrived yet, but you didn’t want to be rushing around when know bucky is properly very hungry and tired.

Bucky was home soon enough and almost whimpered at the sight of the apartment complex. He parked in the garage, and ran to the elevator putting in the number to the floor of your shared apartment.

“Baby, i’m home” Bucky called out after opening up the front door. He could smell the take out and his stomach grumbled at the most devine smell. His favourite. He married the right woman. You always knew how to cheer him up.

He walked into the kitchen, putting his keys, phone and wallet on the counter. The dinner table was all done up, candles, special plates the whole nine. He grinned as heard you running down the hall. He looked over towards the kitchen door and there you were, his honey. You stood tall, in red heels and a short tight black dress that made your curves shine. Fuck, you looked so good. Bucky wanted to push everything off the table and fuck you right then and there. Bucky brought a hand to cover his mouth as he looked you up and down. You blushed and giggled placing you hands on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful” Bucky said, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips. Bucky couldn’t get over you. Everything about you is beautiful, gorgeous even. He got so lucky. Gorgeous, smart, kind.

“James” You whined as he kissed down your lips. “Want to eat first, ok?” You said and bucky nodded with a smirk.

“Wanted to eat too” He murmured kissing behind your ear. You laughed pushing him away, and walking over to your seat at the dinner table. “Eat. Then we can do whatever you want” You said biting your lip and bucky sighed fixing himself, you were teasing. He kind of liked it though.

“How was your day?” You asked picking up your fork. Bucky sighed placing some food in his mouth.

“Better now i’m with you”

Dinner was slow, but good. Just what bucky needed, you, some food and a nice chat. But by the end of it he was getting antsy. He needed you, no he needed to be in you. You could tell because he was giving you those eyes. You smirked and brought the dishes over to the sink and placed them in there getting ready to clean up, bucky jumped out his seat and stood behind you, his hands on your hips and his boner pressing into you. You whimpered as buckys cheek made contact with the top of your head.

“Thought we could do whatever i wanted?” He asked, and you nodded turning around. “I did say that, didn’t i?” You said, your hands running up and down his chest.

“Well, i want you down on your knees. Naked”

You raised an eyebrow, before unbuttoning your dress, keeping eye contact with bucky. Bucky stepped back, watching the dress fall to the ground. His eyes widened as he saw the lingerie, your breasts pushed together and your curves extenuated. You’re so perfect, so beautiful. You blushed as buckys eyes ran over you, he bit his lip and placed a hand on your cheek softly caressing it. He didn’t speak, but you knew. You took off your heels and got to the ground, kneeling down. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants quickly, seeing the outline of his boner.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful” Bucky muttered taking you hair into his hand, and putting it into a make shift pony tail.

Bucky looks down at you and moans at the sight, gripping your hair tighter as you grip the base of his cock. A throat moan escapes him as you wrap your hand around his member.

“Want my mouth?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “Please, baby. Need it so bad” He whimpered, pulling at your hair. You smiled, leaning in and placing your lips over the tip of his cock. Bucky moaned loudly, pushing into your mouth and gripping your hair tighter. He tasted so good and you never wanted to stop making him feel good. You grip his hips as bucky pushes more of his cock into your mouth, you moan as you feel him in the back of your throat. Your moan sends vibrations through buckys body, he moans in pleasure.

Bucky is a complete and utter mess looking down at you. You looked up, your eyes wide and full of tears as bucky fucked your mouth with no mercy.

You grip the base of his cock, knowing how that gets bucky worked up. Bucky pulled at your hair making you choke on his cock. If you needed to stop, you would tap his thigh twice, but you would never. His cock felt too good in your mouth.

“So good to me” He whimpered, making you speed your pace up a little more, edging him closer to his climax. This might be the quickest he’s ever cum. Your mouth is a like a gift from god, you could definitely say the same thing about his cock that’s for sure.

Buckys moans get louder and his pace gets slower and sloppier. You know he’s getting very close. You make eye contact with him one more time and that’s when he loses it, he wants to pull out and cum all over your face, but you grip his penis hard swallowing every last bit of his cum.

“Fuck me” He moaned his head rolling back. You licked your lips and kissed up his torso pecking his lips.

“My turn!”