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[princessfbi]

For the shivering prompts: bucktommy + 5 if it inspires anything! 💜

5. "Oh. I didn't notice. I'm... I don't feel very well." + Bucktommy

To be completely honest, Tommy wasn't surprised when he got the call. In fact, he was going to take a lot of joy in telling Evan I told you so at an undetermined date in the near future. Not now. Not when he was already down and out for the count. But soon.

If anyone minded that Tommy double parked in front of the station, no one said. As much as he was fully prepared to give Evan the ultimate I told you so of all I told you so's... There was also an itch beneath his skin that crawled up the back of his neck and wouldn't quit until he could lay eyes on Evan.

“Hey,” Tommy said as he spotted Chimney in the ambulance bay.

“Hey!” Chimney’s eyes lit up as he waved him in. “Thanks for coming. I would’ve called Maddie but she’s on shift.”

The thought of anyone else being where Tommy was standing made something coarse twist in his chest. It was amazing what a few near death experiences and an adorable blue eyed reincarnation of his own personal sun could do to a guy. It was the same firehouse where the mere thought of anyone even hinting at his sexuality would’ve sent Tommy running only a few years earlier. Maybe a few months earlier even. But that had more to do with the intensity of the ache in his chest from all his own deep insecurities prodding at him than being outed.

He fell for Evan Buckley hard and fast and it was terrifying still.

But Tommy wasn’t running. At least not away and he didn’t intend to do so again any time soon.

“Thanks for calling,” Tommy said instead. “I tried to tell him this morning but you know.”

He had. Multiple times. In multiple different versions throughout his house as Evan slugged through his morning routine trying to get to his shift on time.

Chimney snorted as he nodded.

“Buck’s got to Buck.” Chimney popped his gum between his molars as he led Tommy through the station. “Hey, do me a favor. I don’t love the sound of his lungs but there isn’t anything worth sending him to the ER for yet. Just keep any eye out and keep me updated?”

The tedious balance between humor and worry tipped further on the scale as Tommy nodded.

Something must have shown on his face because Chimney waved a hand as if to displace the slinking cobwebs of doubt that had crept into Tommy’s mind.

“I don’t think it’s anything some antibiotics and rest won’t fix. Probably just something he picked up when he fell into the drink last shift.”

Right. The rescue at the pier where their teams had crossed paths assisting the 133. Harbor station hadn’t arrive until after the incident where one victim had panicked and shoved Evan right off the pier giving nearly everyone a heart attack in the process before he resurfaced and held up a thumbs up to them. But Tommy had been able to sneak aside his wet pouting boyfriend shivering beneath a rescue blanket for a quick kiss to try and make it better.

Evan had said he was fine. He’d said that Hen and Chimney had looked him over and then Eddie after their shift had ended. He’d said he was fine.

A pit opened up in Tommy’s stomach as he stepped in to the bunk room and spotted him in the corner.

Evan’s long legs were curled up tight to his chest beneath a blanket that was still too small for his long frame. The fanning of his eyelashes shadowed against his pale face, splotchy with pink from the fever that was raging through his body and the thinnest wheeze whistled past his lips on his every exhale.

“Thanks Howie,” Tommy said quietly. “I’ll keep you posted.”

“Let me know if you need help getting him to the truck.” Chimney said in parting before he closed the door behind him.

Tommy sucked on his cheek as he stepped over to Evan’s bunk and bent down sit on the bed. Evan barely stirred, only curling into Tommy like he was the only source of warmth he knew even subconsciously.

“Evan,” Tommy said softly, sweeping his fingers through loose curls. “Time to wake up sleepy head.”

Evan’s face scrunched in annoyance before he tried to burrow away in the blankets his fist had pulled up to his nose.

“Hey,” Tommy said and tried not to frown at the harsher wheeze that fell from Evan’s lips as he exhaled. “C’mon baby.”

The full body trembling only seemed to rocket up in frequency as a bleary eye opened into a slit to stare up at him.

“Hey you.” Tommy smiled and settled his hand on Evan’s scalp, rubbing his thumb in circles at his temples.

“T-my?” Evan croaked before a congested cough rattled its way up through his chest. “Mm’Doing here?”

“Taking you home.”

A frown twisted on Evan’s pink plump lips. “I still got a shift.”

“Yeah,” Tommy said with a shake of his head. “That shipped sailed a while ago. Your teeth are chattering, babe.”

The mention of his trembling only seemed to make them worse and Tommy already regretted not bringing in his hoodie from the truck.

“Oh. I didn't notice. I'm...” Evan rolled his lips together like he didn’t know how to use them anymore. The fever blazing off him was already sending Tommy’s blood pressure through the roof. He didn’t think anything else could pierce through the armor surrounding his chest cavity until watery, tired, vulnerable blue eyes stared up at him in dawning defeat. “I don't feel very well."

Tommy pushed back his hair and leaned down to press a kiss to his temple. “I know. But I’m here to take you home now.”

Evan groaned as he tried to curl into Tommy like he could shield him from the rest of the world. God, only knew how hard he tried to do just that sometimes.

“Don’t think I can walk that far.” It was a quiet confession. One that was blanketed with humor to hide the vulnerability beneath it.

Tommy heard it anyway.

“‘S okay,” Tommy said. “I can carry you.”

He back wouldn’t thank him. Not for the distance it would take to get Evan from the bunk room to his truck. But he’d do it.

And Buck smiled, small and tired, but a smile all the same.

“C’mon,” Tommy said. “Let’s get you home.”

[thebestbooksaround]

The Shadows of Every Spark by devirnis (@devirnis)

Buddie | 22k | Teen

Chimney clears his throat lightly. “Uh, Cap? We have a customer who wants to order the daily special.”

The daily special that doesn’t exist. Because no one comes into this place to eat because this restaurant isn’t real.

Or, the 118 run a front restaurant for money laundering, and accidentally adopt the Buckley siblings

[bigfootsmom]

“I missed you” for the soft prompts 🫶

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

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Hi Jess! 😭😭😭

hi darling!!

😭 buck's no good very bad day

“But Dad said that it was your turn to choose,” Christopher protested, trying to hand the remote back.

“It’s okay, I’d rather watch what you want to watch anyway,” Buck grinned. “You have excellent taste after all.”

Chris grinned back and settled against the couch, flicking through the options on Netflix. Eventually Chris picked a movie, looking to Eddie first to make sure it was okay and pressing play when Eddie nodded.

Buck burrowed into Eddie’s hoodie as he settled in to watch the movie. If you asked him what it was about, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you. He spent the entire time just soaking up the comfort he felt at being close to Chris and Eddie and the warmth of Eddie’s hoodie surrounding him. His bad day felt a million miles away, things were good now.

make me write, round two!

[drmellking]

Hotshot lawyer Buck!

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

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

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

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

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

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

F&F AU!

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

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

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

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

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

Well you can see where this is going.

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

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

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

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

[princessfbi]

Kisses + 16 + Bucktommy if it sparks joy 🫶

16. Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently     Doing + Bucktommy

“Evan.”

Grunt. That was about all Tommy had gotten out of his boyfriend in the last three hours. Grunts and shrugs and an occasional huh that Tommy never quite knew if they were directed at what he said or at the disaster that had taken over their living room.

Their living room. A place Tommy had once avoided at all costs because every time he sat in it, he felt too big in a too small space that was way too empty. Now it was their living room because the last of Evan’s boxes had finally been delivered and all of their things were mixed in a chaotic mess that did things to Tommy’s heart he was too embarrassed to think about.

“Baby.” Tommy tried again.

Another grunt. There were days Tommy couldn’t get Buck to shut up about whatever hyper fixation his beautiful brain had latched onto and it was one of Tommy’s proudest moments when he realized Evan saw him as the person he was most excited to share those with.

But all Tommy was getting were grunts.

Buck blew out a breath between his lips that was too heavy and too stressed to be classified as a sigh.

Okay. That was enough.

Tommy was not going to let laundry of all things break his boyfriend. They were supposed to be in the honeymoon stages of living together. Bumping into each other in the morning because they were getting used to the new life they were sharing. Dinners warmed in the oven when their shifts went over. Sex in the kitchen because they could!

The mistake had been when Tommy had left Evan to organize their closet. Tommy hadn’t wanted Evan to feel like he was fitting himself in Tommy’s space. He wanted Evan to make the space a space that belonged to both of them.

Tommy hadn’t thought anything of it when he heard the washer and dryer started. But then lunch had passed and dinner had been delivered and the grunting had started when he found Evan surrounded by piles of laundry in the living room.

Tommy crossed the distance between them and tangled his fingers in the wild curls on top of Evan’s head. He tugged lightly, tipping his head back, and smiled at the way Evan’s eyes crossed as he stared up at him. Tommy waited until those eyes focused on him.

“Hi,” Tommy said, “It’s time for dinner.”

Buck grunted. “I’ll be right there. I just—”

Tommy tugged on his curls again even as Evan tried to curl back over the pile of t-shirts. He knew he caught Evan by surprise by the kiss but those were some of Tommy’s favorite kisses. The ones where Evan inhaled before he relaxed beneath the weight of Tommy’s lips, melting against him. Tommy let go of his curls to cup the back of his neck, sweeping his thumb across the soft skin behind his ear.

Evan didn’t even notice when Tommy took the t-shirt from his hands.

“Sorry,” Evan mumbled against his lips. “I didn’t want to mix anything up but then—”

Tommy kissed the apology away, their noses nuzzling against one another as he shook his head.

“I told you,” Tommy said as he bent down, “What’s mine is yours.”

Evan exhaled, that sweet smile of his making an appearance as he pressed into Tommy’s hand.

“Besides,” Tommy mused. “The idea of you in my clothes is kind of hot.”

Buck’s eyes lit up. “Oh really?”

Tommy hummed. “Oh yeah.”

Thankfully a pile of socks cushioned his back as Evan tackled him.

[andacherrycoke]

Happiest of birthdays!

Thank you!! ☺️

[lemonzestywrites]

Zesty!!! Happy birthday!

AHHHHHH!! thank you ali!!!! this is so kind!! a great treat to wake up to!!! 🥰💕🥰💕🥰

[bigfootsmom]

BRAT BUCK BRAT BUCK BRAT BUCK

The moment they’re through the front door and the lock has clicked into place with a reverberating thunk, Eddie is on him. The picture frames on the wall rattle with the force of Buck’s back meeting it and the sound of his surprised grunt gets swallowed down by Eddie’s scorching mouth.  Buck immediately drops his bag at his feet in favor of getting his hands fisted in the back of Eddie’s jacket, trying to haul him impossibly closer as he kisses Buck like he’s trying to devour him.  Eddie bites Buck’s bottom lip, drawing out a desperate little noise from Buck before he dives back in. It’s hungry and aggressive, their teeth clacking together before they settle into something of a rhythm. It’s all hot breath and sloppy spit and it’s everything Buck has been waiting for. He kisses back with everything he’s got, sinking his fingers into Eddie’s hair and holding him close as he sucks Eddie’s tongue into his mouth.

mwah <3

[honestlydarkprincess]

Hi bean! 🤍🤍🤍

hi sweets!!

🤍 - no nut november buddie

“I, uh,” Buck stumbled, not having expected that question, even though he figured he should have. After all this whole No Nut November thing had been his idea. It didn’t really make sense for him to be the one to call it off. “I just don’t want to do it anymore?” He meant it as a statement but it came out as more of a question.

“That’s not how bets work,” Eddie chuckled, eyeing him curiously. “Come on, you were so excited about doing this. What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” He said brightly, clearing his throat when Eddie just raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “I just think for the betterment of society we shouldn’t force our bodies to do unnatural things.”

“You’re so ridiculous,” Eddie said, shaking his head and his voice so unbearably fond it made Buck’s heart squeeze. “But we can’t call off the bet.”

“Why not!” Buck whined, a pout in his voice. He wanted to come, dammit! Why he had thought this was a good idea was beyond him. Note to self, don’t enter sex bets with the person you’re pining after, especially when you’ve just been broken up with and all you want to do is jerk off.

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[buffaluff]

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[shitouttabuck]

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

@devirnis asked this too <333

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

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

[drmellking]

detective eddie firefighter buck 👀 👀 👀

hiiii <333

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[capseycartwright]

✨🌊

thank you friend!!

✨ a move you like to rewatch?

at the moment it’s red white and royal blue sjsjsj but honestly any feel good romcom is top of my rewatch list - the proposal or set it up are my all time favs!

🌊 dream vacation

oh there’s so many! I’m trying to narrow down to just one as i am turning 30 next year and want to celebrate with a hol, but that will likely be more of a relaxing beach hol where i can rot and read my kindle and drink cocktails.

other than that, i would really like to visit the arctic, as i do a lot of work with folk from the arctic regions and i just love the idea of it. india is also high on the list, as is vietnam, and new zealand if we’re talking big dream trips far away from here. a little closer to home, i really would like to tick prague, krakow and talinn off my list soon!

but honestly i will go anywhere. i am the friend who’ll never say no to any sort of trip. the world is so big and i have not seen nearly enough of it!

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[princessfbi]

32 + dealer’s choice of ship for the micro stories 🫶

32. dust motes

Buck wasn’t supposed to give up. That’s what everyone always said. He didn’t give up. He kept pushing. He kept fighting. He kept trying. He didn't know when to quit. He didn’t give up. But he was just so tired. Everything hurt. A dull bone deep hurt that throbbed in time with his heartbeat that he was all too aware of because it was trying to break out from his ribs and make a run for it. And he was just so tired of hurting. The small streak of light above him was giving up too. The light was getting smaller and the intensity getting duller. The space where his screams had been scrambling to break free was hollowed and empty now, filled instead with dust motes that danced along the light like dying embers of glitter. Buck closed his eyes and let out a breath that seemed to rattle on every one of his vertebras on the way out of him. His eyelashes were gummy but sharp and his eyes burned. He just needed a rest. Then he’d figure out what to do.

Buck!

There was no one else who needed help. No one else to save. He could rest and then maybe figure out what to do. Buck! Everything hurt. Evan! Everything always hurt. Can you hear me? Everything always hurt and Buck just wanted it to stop. Open your eyes, Evan! Everything always hurt so much and Buck was so tired. Open your eyes goddamnit! That screech clattered all the way down to Buck’s burial. It trickled at Buck’s brain, familiar yet new like something he’d never heard before from someone he knew painfully well. Pain. Everything hurt. “Evan! Look at me! Look up at me, baby! Right here!” Baby. He liked that. But he didn’t like how they sounded like they were going to cry. “Right here! I’m right here! Look at me, Evan!” Buck let his head fall to the side. It was the only thing he had the strength to do. The light was nearly gone but there was a beam that sent the little dust fairies into a frenzy. A small voice in his head said he probably shouldn’t be inhaling that much dust without a respirator. Where had that gone? When had the lights gone out? “Evan!” That voice. “Please look at me!” It choked out a near sob and Buck couldn’t stand to hear the hurt in his voice. He looked up. Tommy looked down. Tommy. His face was obscured by a helmet and goggles but Buck would know that cleft chin anywhere. He’d kissed it enough times, mourned it enough times, and searched for it in whatever crowd he was in enough times to recognize it. Tommy. His face peered down at Buck from the hole with so much agony that Buck was half tempted to stretch through time and space just to cradle his cheek and soothe all that pain away. The rebar through his stomach probably wouldn’t let that happen though.

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