#foxie snipps

[icyfox17]

Hiding face in neck for bucktommy 💙

Buck comes home from a shift, absolutely dead to the bone, but somehow still feeling quite content with life.

It was a busy shift. Non-stop calls to the point where Buck's pretty sure he's only had around three hours of sleep in the entire 24 hour shift, but they were all relatively simple and with happy endings.

It made Buck feel fulfilled and reminded him of why he loves his job. Even if he feels two steps away from just collapsing on the spot.

Tommy's there to greet him though and oh, Buck missed Tommy. They've only been apart for thirty hours, but that feels like a lifetime.

Instantly Buck falls onto Tommy, burying his face into his neck and letting his body sag.

Tommy catches him, hands already coming to massage the tight knot in his back shoulder without him even asking.

Buck sighs, sinking further into him and breathing in deeply. Tommy must've just showered. His skin is still damp and Buck can smell the pine of his shampoo.

"I love you," Buck mumbles into Tommy, suddenly overwhelmed with just how much affection he feels for him.

He can't see it, but he can hear Tommy's smile as he replies, "I love you too, babe. You have a good shift?" "Yeah, actually." Buck replies, breathing another content sigh. "Just tired."

Tommy's hands come to his curls, scratching them gently and Buck feels a shiver run down his spine. "C'mon, let's get you to bed."

Buck whines, keeping his face pressed hidden in Tommy's neck. "Mm don't wanna move."

"The bed is much comfier, Evan." Tommy coaxes, and he does have a point, but Buck doesn't think he'll be able to move ever again. 

"Mm you're comf'," Buck mumbles and honestly falling asleep where he stands does not sound like a bad idea.

He can feel the Tommy's chest vibrate with his laughter and it feels warm. "Evan."

"'mmy."

Tommy starts to pull away and Buck makes an displeased noise, though doesn't do anything as he doesn't have the energy to fight.

Tommy keeps his hands on his shoulders, effectively keeping him upright, as he looks at Buck with an soft expression. "You got this." "I hate you," Buck says without any heat.

"I love you too," Tommy replies without missing a beat, and then he's lightly tugging Buck to their bedroom.

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[icyfox17]

A continuation of my psych 911 au (yes, yes I am still writing it a year later. I may be slow, but I have not abandoned this au HAHAHHA)

“I'm getting a vision… You,” Shawn says, pointing at the fire captain. He'd noticed his rosary beads dangling in his office earlier. Easy target. “The spirits are telling me that you work too hard. You carry too much on your shoulders. You need to relax.” Shawn heaves dramatically, forcing his body to suddenly relax as if releasing a great deal of stress, and he falls over into Gus to add onto the effect. The fire captain simply raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “Do you have any visions pertaining to the case? Ones that are of actual use?” Is everyone in LA a skeptic? Shawn fights the urge to pout, not wanting to look thrown off in front of them all. He straightens, taking the time to make sure it looks like it takes him effort, and he nods. “Yeah, yeah I do. Just give me a moment. The spirits don't just bend to my every whim, as much as I'd like that. It takes finessing. It takes… a certain je ne quinoa.” “It's je ne sais quoi, Shawn.” Gus interrupts, elbowing him. “Whatever,” Shawn hisses back, before clearing his throat. “As I was saying, it's not as simple as just asking and receiving a straightforward answer. The spirits are touchy.” “Are the spirits in the room with us, right now?” One of the other firefighters drawls, looking wholly unimpressed and sheesh, tough crowd. Shawn's really going to have to up his game. Shawn turns to the firefighter with a pointed look. “They are indeed. The spirits are with us always. In fact—” Shawn looks him up and down. Think, think, think—His mind suddenly flashes to a conversation he overheard between him and the firefighter with a birthmark. Perfect. “They believe that your cooking skills could use some work. Maybe add a little more cinnamon to your chicken next time. They said Christopher would be much happier about that.” Instantly the simpering grin on his face drops and he launches forward. “Hey, how do you know—” “Eddie, calm down.” The Captain says, giving him a hard stare. The captain then looks back to Shawn. “As I was saying, Mr. Spencer. The case?”

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[icyfox17]

The demons got to me... Anyways here's the first snipp of a 911 x Psych crossover lmfao

"A psychic detective?" Eddie's unconvinced voice rings out in the station's kitchen. "Yeah!" Buck replies, chipper as ever as he puts together a PBJ sandwich. "The amount of cases he's solved is crazy. And—! He even uncovered a dinosaur skeleton. I've been meaning to drive to Santa Barbara to see it. Maybe I'll take Christopher—” "A psychic detective," Eddie repeats, having barely processed anything else Buck had said. He chuckles. “You can't—you can't seriously think this is real.” “Eddie, he's been working with the SBPD for years. Don't you think if he was a fake they would've found out by now?” Buck asks, and his voice sounds so genuine Eddie kind of wants to cry. “Buck. Buck. Magic isn't real. There is no way that he's actually psychic. It's a publicity stunt! Makes the SBPD stand out or something.” “Just you wait and see Eds. Once you meet him, you'll have to believe it.” Buck says, pointing at Eddie with the most obnoxious grin on his face. Eddie can't help but feel fond at the sight of it. Sure Buck’s an idiot, but at least he's a cute one. Eddie gives up on having this argument with him. No matter what Buck says, he won't be convinced. They couldn't convince him with the jinxes (although some small part of him is still slightly freaked out about that) and they won't convince him with this psychic detective, not even if he's the most sophisticated all-knowing person ever. ~*~ “Gus, how many burritos do you think I can fit in my mouth? My money's on six, but maybe if I shove them in horizontally…” He reaches over to grab the cooler from beside Gus in the back seat, but Jules slaps his hand away. “Shawn, seriously? Those burritos are for everyone.” Shawn huffs, crossing his arms with a pout. “Yeah well, we've been in this car for hours, and I'm starving to death.” “It's been an hour Shawn,” Gus’ voice pops up from the backseat and Shawn shoots him a betrayed look. “Whose side are you on?!” Gus tilts his head. “The side that makes sure that I still have some burritos for myself.” He then opens up the same cooler that Shawn was just trying to reach into, and pulls out a perfectly tinfoil wrapped burrito that he delicately peels away. His eyes are alight with glee as he unhinges his jaw and prepares to take the biggest bite known to man, when Shawn twists around in his seat and grips Gus’ arm, pulling it and the burrito away from his mouth. “That burrito is mine sucker!” Shawn calls out, trying to take the burrito for himself. “Oh no you don't, Shawn!!” The two of them struggle back and forth, causing the car to shake slightly, but that doesn't matter. What matters is that Gus is a backstabber and Shawn needs his burrito! “Guys!” Jules’ voice calls out sharp, and the two of them freeze—Gus’ left hand smushed into Shawn's face, and Shawn’s free hand gripping Gus’ throat in a chokehold, their other hands wrapped tightly around the burrito in a tug of war. She outstretches her right hand, keeping her left hand on the wheel, and makes a grabbing motion. The two of them dejectedly give the burrito into her palm and she huffs, smiling. “Thank you. We have one more hour to go. You can both eat one burrito, okay? The rest are for when we get there.” She then takes a satisfied chomp of the burrito in her hand.

[icyfox17]

a lil snippet:)) heheh

Bobby finds Buck by the sea. He's trembling, arms crossed amongst themselves in a way that looks almost like a hug, but Bobby knows the trembles are not from the cool breeze. Bobby can't see his expression from here, but in even only seeing the back of him, he can see the long lines of tension that line Buck's body. Bobby's not sure how long Buck has been here, but his clothes are darkened and damp from the spoondrift which makes him think it's been at least a few minutes. He watches him for a moment, not quite sure how he wants to approach him. Things have gotten a lot better between them, he thinks. He's been trying his best to treat Buck as normal, backing off whenever the urge to keep Buck out of danger interferes with Buck doing his job, but he knows there's still a lot they haven't talked about.

AAAA take a snippet of them <3

[icyfox17]

He pauses his walk, and turns to watch the rain hit the ocean, feeling mesmerized by the way the droplets turn into ripples and cause their own mini waves on the surface of the water.

Hmmm idk who to tag LOL @jiksvokrat @viaalterego @angrilydancing @sleepdeprivedofmycorn @sunflowervc @bandanabiel

No pressure:D

Last Sentence/Tag Game

Thanks to @thescrapwitch and @cycas for the tag!

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Been a busy weekend and I haven't been able to write for a couple days, but here's the latest sentence from my current WIP, wherein Maedhros is That Dad Who Didn't Want A Cat:

Just before the door slams, he thinks he hears the creature on Caranthir’s lap let out a smug mewl.

Which comes out to...19 words. Whew! It looks like a lot of people I'd want to tag already have been, so I'm not going to get to nineteen, but I'll do some.

No-pressure tags: @winterinhimring @sweetteaanddragons @jaz-the-bard @leucisticpuffin @eleneressea @potatoobsessed999 @youareunbearable

[icyfox17]

“Are you looking for your son?” Bobby flinches despite himself, not having heard that phrase in a while, and he can’t help but think of Robert Junior at first, who had the horrible habit of playing impromptu hide and seek in grocery stores without letting Bobby know. He turns around, arm lowering from where it had been about to grab the key to let himself into Buck’s place, and sees an elderly lady carrying a large bag of groceries and looking at Bobby with a simple innocence in her eyes. He stares for another moment, memories swirling around, before he blinks them away.  Before he can ask for clarification, the woman continues. “The young man who lives here. Mr. Buckley.” That forces him back into reality, and he pushes down all of the conflicting emotions inside of him so he can focus better. “Yes. Do you know where he is?” “He’s down by the beach. That’s a kind young man, you raised. He helped me with my first round of groceries before he left for the beach, and I told him about how my husband used to be a fisherman all the way up in Alaska, before we retired down here. He’s a very good listener, even asked me for some seafood recommendations! Which of course, I had many though they could never be as good as my husband’s cooking.” Bobby does his best to listen to her, appreciative of her help, but he can’t help but be confused as to why Buck would even go to the beach in the first place. He supposes there’s no crime against it, but Bobby would’ve thought he’d still be uncomfortable around it considering the tsunami had still been relatively recent. Sure the pier had been rebuilt, but the damage it had done to people and their trauma, that wasn’t going to go away with a simple rebuild. “Thank you for letting me know where Buck is,” Bobby tells the woman, before offering to help her with her bag of groceries.  The woman smiles, letting him take the bag from her. “I see where he gets his chivalry from.” Bobby’s unsure of what to say, so he stays silent, letting her unlock the door and placing the bag of groceries inside on the counter.

ANOTHER SNIPPET RAHSHHSHS IM ON A ROLL YALLL

[icyfox17]

“I… I almost didn’t get back up this time. But Chris was there and I needed to—for Chris. But then I lost Chris and Bobby, Bobby I lost Chris. I know Eddie found him in the end, but that doesn’t change the fact that I still lost him. And a small part of me wanted to give up.” “Oh kid,” Bobby says, sadness filling his bones. He puts a hand on Buck’s shoulder and squeezes comfortingly. “I didn't, of course. But that part still existed in me. What kind of person does that make me?” Buck continues, eyes wet and laughing deprecatingly. “It makes you human, Buck.” Bobby says, pouring as much emotion and sincerity as he can into those words.

[icyfox17]

to celebrate having a fellow buck and bobby enjoyer take a snipp from a fic im working on (unedited) @mbirnsings-71

[icyfox17]

For the WIP tag gameeee

I am most intrigued by: mmmm mind control mmmm

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OKAY SO i have been threatening to chicken pot pie my 911 blorbos for So Long and last week i FINALLY DID IT

The context for this snipp is both buck&bobby are empaths (my fav au ever) but bobby got attacked by someone with apathy powers. They took his emotions sammie THEY TOOK THEMMM. And now bobby is no longer Bobby ☹️ he has been chicken pot pied and buck is there to reap the consequences

"What's wrong, kid?" Buck stares at his hands, slowly moving his fingers. Something about his powers, he was thinking about his powers. Are they broken? He looks back up at Bobby and suddenly his legs collapse under him, and he falls onto Bobby, Bobby's arms coming around him and holding him securely. He looks at Bobby, looks at his strangely robotic expression. It's wrong, something is wrong. Bobby isn't supposed to be expressionless. Bobby's eyebrows should be furrowed, his lip curled down in the corner the way it always does when Buck's done something reckless and he's scared for him. There's none of that now. Bobby just looks... Lifeless. Buck in fear, desperately grabs his hands again, making sure there's skin to skin contact. He pushes a bit of his worry through, not even bothering to hide it. He looks at Bobby's eyes and waits. And waits. And waits. Nothing's sent back. No reassurance, no warmth. Bobby's hands are cold. Buck yanks his hands out of Bobby's.

[icyfox17]

🏝️🍍🪽 <3!!

TOMSIEIEIE ily i hope u are well!!

🏝️- Island au

The goat turns its head towards him, still chewing grass as it stares. Slowly it approaches him and sniffs his hand through the fence. He gently gives it a pat on the head, in between the two horns and moving down to the nose. “Sorry buddy, I don’t have any treats with me this time.” Once it realises that fact, it snorts and moves away, bored with Tommy. Tommy chuckles, turning to look back at where Phil had gone inside.

🍍- psych x 911 au

“Ah, you mean she asked her to send her best detectives, and she sent us.” Shawn infers, cheekily wiggling his eyebrows at her. “By best detectives, I mean she sent Lassiter and I, and you and Gus were tagalongs.” “Hey!” Shawn and Gus say together.

🪽 - effluvium au

"I think you should give the kid a chance." Athena says, and Bobby whips his head toward her in surprise. "Weren't you the one who told him to stay out of your way, if he was going to keep acting like a brat?" "Indeed. But I think I misjudged him. He has a good heart. I think he'd be a good addition to the team." Athena says, and there's patience in her tone, in a way that Bobby knows is more for just the act of giving Buck a chance.

for this tag game !!

[icyfox17]

25!!! I demand it!!/nf

FUN FACT FOR YOU!!! this was like the second(?) wip i ever wrote for this fandom bc i was like GASP. FATHER'S DAY. I HAVE TO WRITE COMADUO FOR THIS and then i proceeded to overthink it and never post BUT RHFJFK i do love it very dearly and I'll probs be able to finish next father's day sooo!

Buck awkwardly stands in front of the restaurant shifting from side to side, and holding the wrapped box that the record lays in. On top of the box is a handmade card with the pun “Words cannot espresso how much you bean to me” written on it with two coffee beans dressed in firefighter gear that looks like a five year old made it. Maddie said it was perfect, Eddie just clapped Buck on the shoulder before walking away to grab them both beers. Buck tried not to overthink it. He thinks Bobby will appreciate the pun at least. He’s still not sure if this is a good idea. He knows Athena told him it is and if anyone knows what it is and isn’t a good idea, she does. She also wouldn’t hold back from being honest with Buck, so Buck knows she truly meant it. He still can’t help the unease that fills his stomach as he waits for them to arrive. Buck hears Bobby’s truck before he sees it round the corner, and he straightens, subconsciously pulling the present closer to him. He can see the exact moment Bobby notices him standing outside the restaurant, eyes widening and turning to look at Athena who simply smiles and mouth moves saying something that Buck can’t hear but can picture anyway. Bobby parks the truck and steps out of the truck, a complicated expression on his face but one that Buck thinks is positive. Before the two of them say anything, Athena pats Bobby on the shoulder. “I’ll be over at the spa with Hen. You two boys have fun now. Don’t worry about picking me up after lunch.” Bobby smiles at her still holding a slightly confused expression and gives her a kiss. “Love you.” “I love you too babe.” And then it’s just him and Buck, who is still holding the present awkwardly in his hands. “Uhm, happy father’s day Bobby.” He says and hands over the gift, still feeling unsure with himself. Bobby’s eyes are wet when he takes it and he snorts at the pun on the card, but otherwise he’s quiet as he reads the inside of the card. When he finishes, he tucks it in his back pocket and then unwraps the present. The entire time Buck holds his breath, hoping it goes well. When Bobby sees the record, his eyes immediately flash to Buck’s and for a moment Buck thinks he’s overstepped and he immediately scrambles to explain himself, “I’m sorry—I know you’re my boss and this is—” Bobby cuts him off by pulling Buck into a tight hug, holding onto him for dear life. They stay there for a while, just holding each other, and while they’ve had many hugs before, this one felt different. It felt impactful. When they pull away, Bobby looks at him with a fond expression. “It’s okay Buck. I… I view you as a son too. It isn’t one sided. You really didn’t have to buy me anything though. This is overkill.” Buck laughs self consciously. “I… I just thought it would be nice. I know you haven’t, uhm, had a good father’s day in a while.” Bobby smiles sadly, before patting him on the shoulder. “Come on kid, let’s go eat.”

[icyfox17]

I'm still not over this. I wrote this completely like non poetically just speaking my thoughts because I'd messaged my best friend "I miss you" for the hundredth time that month and then I looked back at this awhile later and went holy shit that actually slaps??

@ghosts-and-blue-sweaters I feel like u would appreciate this

[icyfox17]

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i mean you knew this was coming

hi eil :D <3

you know that's right 👉👉

🍍- psych x 911 au

“We are not tagalongs,” Gus states. Shawn pouts. “We are very good assets actually.” Juliet rolls her eyes. “You guys are too easy. The point, however, is we need to make a good impression. The LAPD are a lot… less understanding of consultants. You need to make a good impression.” “Me? Why are you saying me—why not Gus?” Shawn asks, deflecting any thoughts about how it might be more difficult to do his thing. If he can successfully trick Canada, he can trick a city that's just a few hours away from home.  “You know damn well why she only said you,” Gus says, nodding his head.  “That is totally unfair—” Shawn starts, but gets interrupted by Juliet’s phone ringing.

for this tag game :D

[icyfox17]

WEEHEEHEEE guys I posted!!

Let's gooo I'm so excite to be writing again grgrgrggrr

[icyfox17]

wip guessing game: all the sentences with "dumbass"

"So you're Hen... You're Chim... I'm Buck... Cap, you need a nickname!"

"You just used one, dumbass."

"Well, anyone can be Cap, we need one specific to you."

"Are you implying that I won't be the Captain soon?"

"No!! Just. What if we have another captain, hear me out—Pops."

Bobby freezes. "What?"

"Y'know, cause you're old and overbearing."

[icyfox17]

so curious what Ermmm I'm hella sleepy rn is about lol

also the psych ones because of course :3

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME ABOUT THAT ONE HEHEHE

so ermmm im hella sleepy rn has nothing to do with the actual content, i just labeled it that bc well i was sleepy and thus i was gonna write the most self indulgent au ever DSFKDJKF

it's a 911 dsmp crossover!! i don't know how much you know about dsmp dez, but it's basically just minecraft rp aksdfkj and it was my hyperfixation before 911 took over.

the idea of it was a universe swap, it'd be tommyinnit (from a foster au) swapping with buck right after both of them get in a fight with their found family dads (so tommy just got in a fight with foster dad phil and for 911, it'd be set during the lawsuit, so probs right after the dinner scene w bathena)

i never got far, but i do still love the idea a lot and i think it'd just be fun swapping them for a day and having them meet the other dad and learning to properly communicate their feelings on the situation so when they get back they can resolve the argument healthier!!

Buck wakes up somewhere that is most certainly not his bed. He groans, rolling over and feeling harsh asphalt under his palms.  He’s not sure exactly where he is but it looks to be in an alleyway somewhere? He can’t remember how he got there. He remembers going to bed after storming out of Athena and Bobby’s place. He had gone straight to his apartment, there’s no reason he’d be sleeping on the street. He goes to grab his phone out of his pocket but finds that it’s not currently on him. Great. Just what he needed after that horrible night. He stands up, head still feeling foggy from sleep, and goes to the main street to see if he can figure out where the fuck he is. It’s still dark outside but the sky is a twilight blue, so Buck figures it’ll be sunrise soon.  He tries to fight the unease that eats the inside of his gut at the thought that he had somehow gotten out of his apartment while sleeping. He’s heard of people doing crazy things while sleeping, but he’s never been a sleepwalker before and he was pretty sure it isn’t something that just develops overnight. He makes a note however to research the topic as soon as he finds his way home. Whenever that is… When he gets to the nearest intersection, he doesn’t recognise any of the street names. In fact, he doesn’t recognise anything around him. It looks like he’s found himself in the suburbs somehow, but not even that the trees are different. This doesn’t look anything like LA. If he were to guess, it’d be somewhere a lot further up north. But he’s not quite sure where up north. There is definitely no way this was sleepwalking.

and then for psychhh! you can find my notes here and for snippets i think youve seen them all besides this tiny one soooo

"A psychic? Elaine—!" "Just hear me out, Athena. He's solved hundreds of cases. And Karen has personally vetted him. His methods may be... Unorthodox. But he gets the job done.”

athena is going to have a very fun time with shawn heheh