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please be nice to me unless youre being mean in a hot way

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this one goes out to all you sickos on tumblr at 10 am on a monday

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wild thoughts that make me melt

buck/eddie/tommy | explicit | 2.3k words

“Buck.” Eddie's voice is low, hoarse. Blowing air on his spit-wet skin and giving him goosebumps. “Come for me, babe.” Right at that moment, the door to the loft opens, and Buck is greeted with the sight of Tommy coming in tired from a long shift at work. His shirt is wrinkled and he has bags under his eyes, his hair is a mess— but then he looks up and takes in the sight of Buck practically riding Eddie's face, his cock hard and red and covered in precum. Him moaning and groaning, tears running down his cheeks. And then Tommy is smiling and closing the door behind him as he takes a few steps closer. “Evan,” It's a hoarse whisper, a voice he hasn't really heard in days because of work and life and stupid things getting in the way. or: Buck gets antsy when one of his boyfriends is gone too long, and Tommy comes home to a pleasing surprise.

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I guess it is.

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Some of my favorite determined firefighters from the 118.

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9-1-1 ▸ 4.06 jinx ↳ eddie & bobby heart-to-hearts (3.3/6)

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seven sentence sunday

no one tagged me but im trying to motivate myself to get the rest of the next chapter of some things fall written in the next few days!!! so here's some more Eddie Pining while Josh is like, there.

They look good together, Buck and Tommy. Eddie’s seen them together before, plenty of times, and he thought maybe he’d built up some kind of armor to it, some kind of resistance that protected his heart against this slow, crushing ache, but he’d been so, so wrong. Maybe it’s just all catching up to him at once. Or maybe—maybe there’s been a change. A shift in the way Buck’s looking at Tommy, because Eddie could swear that there’s something different on his face tonight. Because he’s holding onto Tommy and looking up at him and Eddie could swear he can see it in his eyes.   Buck is falling in love. In the warm, hazy bubble of Tommy’s attention, Buck doesn’t notice Eddie staring at him, but someone does. “Having a good time, then?” Josh says, sliding into the chair beside Eddie.  “Time of my fucking life,” Eddie deadpans, downing the rest of his beer. He gives Josh an ugly smile, hollow and humorless. “Can’t you tell?” “I didn’t realize it was so serious with the pilot,” Josh says, tipping his head toward Buck and Tommy. It wasn’t supposed to be. It was supposed to be—Eddie doesn’t know. A fling? An experiment? Casual? He’d told Tommy himself, right at the start. Buck falls easily and he falls hard. And who the fuck wouldn’t fall in love with Evan Buckley if given half a chance? Eddie played himself for a goddamn fool, telling himself Tommy wasn’t a threat, that he still had time, that he could figure himself out and then everything would just—fall into place. Work itself out. 

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What if instead of the tsunami, we have just fun day with the family. Nothing bad happens.

Did I just binge this show in three months and become obsessed, yes. Did I get a sudden urge to sketch these idiots and their son, also yes.

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no no no, it’s totally fine—will you excuse me for a moment? (steps outside to shriek and sob)

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seven sentence sunday

i was tagged by the lovely and talented @tizniz, @try-set-me-on-fire, @underwaterninja13, @smallandalmosthonest <3 <3 <3

I've been ping ponging between several wips and the list just seems to be getting longer. but here's something from the 5+1 hands fic which has turned into smut surprising no one.

Tommy’s hands drift to his ass, squeezing two fistfuls before using his grip to spread Buck’s cheeks. A strangled noise gets caught in the back of Buck’s throat as two of Tommy’s fingers dip into the cleft of his ass. “Look at you, kid.” Tommy’s hot breath ghosts over Buck’s collarbone as Tommy leans in to press a kiss over Buck’s thundering pulse. “So desperate to be filled you’re gagging for just my fingers.”  “Fuck—” Buck pants, hips jumping with an aborted thrust, torn between grinding against Tommy’s abs or pressing back against his fingers. “Thought about it— you’re always touching me and–and— I keep imagining your fingers inside of me,” Buck’s words stutter out in his throat.

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@devirnis, @buddie-buddie, and you if you're reading this and want to post something!!!

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I think you should tell me more about wip #5 from your inspiration saturday 🤲

This is two weeks late, but we're not gonna talk about that! Happy Seven Sentences Sunday, Peeps. I have finally been able to make some more worbs!

I was tagged by the lovely @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove and @spotsandsocks Thank you Beloveds!

This is from my Bad Things Happen Bingo fill for Public Humiliation and we're back in the feels again. All prev snippets are under the tag #BTHB - PH

Warnings for Eddie not coping super well with what he saw at the club, having some anxiety, and doubting himself and his ability to care for Buck. Snip and tags below the cut.

Eddie stops himself from driving to Buck’s when his text messages go unanswered. He doesn’t even get the closure of a read receipt, and the little “delivered” under his messages taunts him. It’s so unlike Buck to ignore messages like this, but Buck was extremely clear when he wouldn’t even let Eddie take him home.  Even as he gets ready for bed, Eddie can’t shake the feeling something is terribly wrong. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees Buck’s strong tall figure curled and shaking against the couch at the club. The scene replays in his mind as he tries to figure out where he went wrong. Buck had grabbed him. Eddie tried to pull away, tried to respect his friend however he could, but Buck had wanted Eddie, right?

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you’ve got too much to wear on your sleeve

4136 words // rated g

“Uh, sorry.” He stares down at Eddie’s shoes. “I just think I’m- I’m kind of scared.” He eventually understood, intellectually, why Ali left him. It was a lot. She didn’t really get the scope of what she was signing up for. His leg had turned something fun and casual into something suddenly dead fucking serious. So, yeah, he understood, but he’s not sure until this moment that he really, actually understood. Tommy’s down that hall somewhere, and he got hurt at his job which is dangerous, and Buck is wondering how awful it would be to flee back through all the hallways and out of Pasadena to parts of the city he knows better, and go and find a nice safe girl with a nice safe job so his chest won’t ever feel like this. Or, only feel like this sometimes, with Eddie or Hen and Chimney and Bobby, or Maddie, people who he’s already seen bleed so he knows they can do it.

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Tommy’s helicopter goes down. Buck fixes the station AC unit.

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Tell Me It's Not Too Good To Be True 

Buck had texted Tommy in their group chat that they were going to be late when the negotiations pushed them into their first hour of OT. Tommy had replied with a quip about the last one home buying dinner. Eddie had pressed down on the message until a little heart popped up on the side. Then the hostage-taker had agreed to let first responders in to rescue a wannabe hero who’d been bleeding out on the floor from a gunshot for over three hours.

BTHB Prompt: Pistol Whipping for BTHB Fics and @badthingshappenbingo

Rated: G | One Shot | Words: 9,690 | Eddie's POV

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daniel arthur

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seven sentences sundayyyy

tagged by the incomparable @sibylsleaves

the new bachelor party clips were melting my brain so hard (plus i had to file my taxes) (they're not late i'm canadian) so this was the perfect motivation to work on the next chapter of don't just stand there. this is the fifth part of the 5+1, and i'm so excited to see how people react to how i want to wrap this one up!!!

no smut in this snippet sorry y'all

Buck had always thought the difference between a king and a California king was unnecessary, but that was before he started dating a man who was built like a brick shithouse. The first time he'd slept over at Tommy's, he'd thanked his lucky stars for the extra space.  Not that Buck didn't love to cuddle. He always settled into bed, plastering his front to Tommy's back, nuzzling into his neck and clinging to him like an octopus until he was almost asleep - it was then that the need to starfish overrode his desire to spoon. At the loft, this meant Tommy would often have to wake up with a limp hand over his face, or an errant foot ("Evan, why do you sleep with socks on? This is Los Angeles.") kicking his ankle. But at Tommy's there was just enough space for them to both settle in comfortably.  Which is why it took Buck a slow, sleepy minute upon waking to realize he was alone in Tommy's bed. 

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-Vladimir Mayakovsky (x) @creatorsofcolor event 21: family @lgbtqcreators bingo: quotes

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TOMMY KINARD & EVAN BUCKLEY | "It wasn't about me maybe leaving the 118, Tommy. I just- I wanted to get to know you."