#fwb wip

[evanbi-ckley]

Tagged by @buddiearemydads (and a bunch of other people for various wip games oops) ✨💚

I don't have a title for this, but I've been affectionately calling it 'emotionally constipated friends with benefits'

Buck's not sure how he got here. One minute he and Eddie were elbowing each other, Xbox controllers in hand, and the next, Eddie was straddling him, pressing him into the couch and kissing him within an inch of his life, game completely forgotten.

Not that Buck’s complaining. Quite the contrary - he’s very much enjoying his lapful of best friend whose tongue is currently attempting to lick his tonsils. So instead of stopping to ask questions, he’s happy to let this continue.

Eddie’s fingers are threaded through the hair at the back of his head, the occasional barely-there tug sending sparks down his spine and pulling the most pathetic noises from his lips. His own hands have been resting on Eddie’s thighs, but he gets a little more brave when Eddie grinds down into his lap. He slides his hands up those thick, beautiful thighs to grab Eddie’s ass, swallowing the whimper Eddie lets out as he grinds down harder, chasing whatever friction he can get from Buck.

When Eddie uses his grip on Buck’s hair to guide him into a deeper kiss, Buck shoves his hands under the hem of Eddie’s shirt, eliciting a shiver as they share twin groans of pleasure at the first touch of skin.

Breaking the kiss, Eddie gulps for air, Buck using the opportunity to scrape his teeth along Eddie’s jawline, mouthing down his neck to his clavicle.

“Buck,” Eddie rasps, spurning him on to suck a mark into Eddie’s skin. “Oh, fuck.”

Humming his agreement, Buck starts to push Eddie’s shirt up, finally disconnecting his lips from the dip of Eddie’s clavicle to pull it the rest of the way off. He takes a moment to appreciate the bare chest in front of him, touching the sparse hair there softly, too afraid to look at Eddie’s face and accidentally reveal all the things he’s feeling. Instead he leans in again, latching onto Eddie’s pec above his nipple and savoring the gasp it pulls from Eddie and the twinge of almost-pain when Eddie grips his hair tighter.

“Buck, please, c’mon, man,” Eddie says.

Buck allows himself to be detached from Eddie’s chest, a desperate tongue immediately back in his mouth. The hand not in his hair is pulling at his shirt insistently, so he leans in, allowing Eddie to yank his shirt off, throwing it somewhere behind the couch before grabbing Buck into another bruising kiss. Buck’s hands tighten around the muscle of Eddie’s waist when he grinds down again, letting Buck know exactly how much he’s enjoying this.

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[useramor]

touch 👀

there were some good ones omg but this was the horniest

He can still feel the phantom touch of Buck’s tongue licking up the underside of his cock when he closes his eyes, has gotten off to it the past two nights.

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[glossysoap]

thinking abt possessive sex with price <3 but to make it even better? you’re not even together yet.

18+ afab and fem reader, written with fat reader in mind but can be read size neutral, forced eye contact, overstimulation (from previous orgasm), possessive sex

Thinking about his hairy chest against your back, leaving you all warm and sweaty. He has one strong arm holding your stomach and the other hand grabbing your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he bottoms out inside you over and over.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he ruts into you over and over, cock plunging inside your soaked cunt. Your own cum and juices had mixed with his pre, creating a seal around your hole and trickling down to his thighs.

If you ever squeezed your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure, he would click his tongue in disapproval before giving your face a tug to put you back in your place.

“Eyes on me.” He would order in a husky tone, leaving no room for disobedience, accidental or otherwise. You’d let out a little yelp and your eyes would fly open, immediately locking with his eyes again. “That’s it. Keep your eyes on me.”

“Look at your Captain while he’s filling up your cunt.” Then he would smirk at how your pussy clenched around him at those words.

Thinking about his stormy blue eyes burning into your glossed over gaze, his expression betraying how much anger and hunger burned in his core.

Anger from witnessing some rank and file soldier flirting with you. And even if you weren’t really together, he couldn’t help but feel a fraction of the anger towards you for not rejecting the soldiers’ advances. You should know better. You should know that the only one who could really please you was your Captain. The only one that was allowed to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock was your Captain.

His brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with every huff and groan.

“Mm, fuck!” He curses when he feels you squeezing around him so tight. practically milking him dry.

Not only were the whines and whimpers you were making so embarrassing, but the wet noises your cunt made with every thrust only made your cheeks burn even more.

You were so fucking wet, he always made you so fucking wet.

His cock was stretching you out and filling you up so fucking good, it made that coil in your stomach tighten. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time.

It didn’t help that he had already pulled out an earth shattering orgasm from you minutes prior.

“C-cap, fuck—,” You whimper brokenly, nails digging into his muscular arm as you clutched onto the one that’s holding your jaw. Your hips jolted and your legs twitched.

Your hips kept bucking and jolting, almost like you were trying to run away from the overstimulation, but he was having none of it.

“What? ‘S it too much? That tight cunt too sensitive?” He mocks, his voice all husky and full of gravel. All sweet and faux sympathy, as if he really planned on stopping any time soon.

Not a chance.

“Yeah, fuck! T-too much!” You whine, voice cracking as he just kept pounding your sore pussy without a care in the world. He didn’t hear a safe word.

He just smiled as he pressed his lips to your neck, his beard scratching against your skin. He could feel your pulse race under his mouth as he leaves wet open mouthed kisses along your jugular.

“This fuckin’ cunt is mine,” He all but growls into your ear, his gravely voice sending chills down your spine and straight to your core. “And so are you.”

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission.

[snipsnipsnippy]

Organa-Solo my ass. You can’t tell me Han isn’t begging to take Organa as his name. Think of the stunts he could pull, the places he could get into, the fucking swagger this man would have as Mr. fucking Organa.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Fuck It Friday!

tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz, @lonelychicago, @fruchtfliege, @diazheartsbuckley, @hemlocksandfoxgloves, @theotherbuckley !!!

so i still haven't been writing much, the drawing haze is real man but here have some of the fwb buddie fic that i'm pretty sure i've already shared so weee! see it again!

Buck did a double take when he saw the pancake mix and said, “Absolutely not. I don’t even know why you have that, Eddie. If we’re making pancakes we’re doing it the proper way, from scratch.”

“But that’ll take longer,” Eddie groaned. “I’m hungry.”

“Good things take time,” Buck scolded, before pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.

Now that the coffee had been poured Eddie took over, making them exactly like they liked them. Wordlessly he passed Buck his coffee and Buck hummed in thanks. Eddie took a seat the table and sipped his coffee while he watched Buck move around his kitchen with ease. God, this all felt so fucking domestic and Eddie loved it.

In no time Buck had whipped up enough pancakes for the two of them and they sat down to breakfast. “So, what do you want to do today?” Eddie asked. “I have to pick up Christopher from his friend’s tonight but we have the whole day.”

“That sounds good— oh shit, I just remembered I promised Maddie we would go to lunch,” Buck said apologetically, looking at Eddie with a pout on his lips. “We’ve been so busy lately I haven’t really seen her.”

“Oh,” Eddie tried not to let any of his disappointment show. “That’s okay! You guys have fun.”

“Do you want to come?” Buck asked, pulling out his phone. “I can check with Mads to see if that’s okay.”

“No, no, don’t worry about me,” Eddie waved him off. “You two need some sibling time together.”

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[eddiebabygirldiaz]

wip wednesday

tagged by @wh0re-behavi0r @loveyouanyway

thanks darlins! <3

this is the last snippet ill be sharing from the getting high/fwb fic since it'll be posted this weekend woo hoo! (btw, interact with this post if you wanna be tagged when it's posted)

So, Eddie bends Buck over the kitchen table and fucks him until he’s screaming, and it’s fine. Buck rides Eddie until he’s a babbling mess and his fingernails cut into Buck’s hip bones leaving marks Buck will trace later with a wretched wistfulness, and it’s fine. Eddie kisses Buck sweetly, finely, softly, as if that alone is enough, and it’s fine. Buck fingers Eddie until he comes all over himself, the sensation of his heartbeat basically in the palm of Buck’s hand, and it’s fine.

It’s all so very fine. Buck is fine. Even if–

Well.

If he thought having Eddie like this would take the sting out of his want and help siphon some of it out of his system, he was really fucking wrong. To anyone else it might be a shitty thing, and sometimes it is.

Sometimes Buck’s heart breaks over and over again, tortured by what he almost has, so very angry that he continues to reach beyond what is his to grab for. Because the more he has Eddie’s body the more he wants Eddie’s heart, his soul, his mind, and Buck may have pieces of all of them but there are parts reserved for someone Buck is not.

His claim only goes so far and at times he thinks he may hate himself for how much he wants and how he can’t be satisfied, so he chases away that hate while simultaneously punishing himself for its existence with Eddie’s mouth and his hands and his thighs and his cock.

But then he’ll take Eddie’s pleasure inside himself and see the heavy, delicate fall of Eddie’s eyelashes after the exhaustion of an orgasm and have the shape of Eddie’s bones beneath the pads of his fingers and he’ll think to himself Witnessing him like this makes it all worth it.

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[alwaysmicado]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for the tag, lovely @kewwrites 🤍

I’m intensively working on You wanted this pt. 8. I’m soooo excited to show it to you guys, but it needs a bit more time before it’s ready. What I can tell you already is that we’ll get to know more about reader’s past and her relationship with Tommy! 🍕👀

Sink or swim

Below are two snippets (out of context):

“Fear of intimacy,” your therapist called it. “A response to sustained trauma.”

You walked out of that session and, fueled by defiance, decided to fuck the first guy who caught your eye, just to prove to yourself, and to your therapist, that you were very well capable of intimacy.

Lying in bed that night, lonely and empty, you couldn’t shake the truth of her words. You hated her guts for forcing you to confront your inner demons, but she did have a point in everything she said.

It’s an uncomfortable truth. There’s nothing in the world you fear more than the prospect of people knowing what’s going on inside your head, knowing what you feel, knowing your vulnerabilities and weaknesses—knowing the real you.

And last night, that fear came true.

– – –

“How subtle,” you scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I’m not going home with you, dude.”

“Fair enough, but at least let me call you a cab and wait with you until it arrives, hm?”

His soft voice and patronizing tone are starting to grate on your already frayed nerves. You’ve been sitting here, not taking up any space, minding your own fucking business, and even that wasn’t good enough, apparently.

Okay, world. Hint taken. 

“What the hell is your problem?” you blurt out. 

“What do you mean? I’m just–I’m trying to help you.”

“Why?” The question bursts from your lips like a dam breaking under pressure, laced with frustration. “Do you see me holding up a sign where I’m asking for your help? Huh? Or is this more about you and some, I dunno, bullshit white knight fantasy you’re acting out?”

– – –

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[shitouttabuck]

several sentence sunday

tagged by @bucksbignaturals and @devirnis <3

bed sharing prompt im not sure about yet i have to give it Something i think

Hotel mix up, he texts. Room has only one bed. He doesn’t expect a response, but his phone pings immediately, a row of thumbs ups and a variety of pink heart emojis. Okay. So Buck’s fine. Eddie sends another text: going to bed now. You have a keycard, right? Buck has read receipts on, so Eddie knows that he sees the message, but there’s no reply. He sighs, plugging in his phone and getting comfortable. Buck’s a big boy. And the receptionist is friendly enough; if he needs a new keycard, he shouldn’t have a problem procuring it. It’s not even three minutes after he switches off the light that the door bangs open. Bangs open, not even an attempt at quietness. “Eddie,” Buck stage-whispers, “you’re not asleep yet, right?” “No,” Eddie grumbles, flicking on the light when Buck bumps heavily into something and swears. “But I could’ve been.” “Eddie, Eddie,” Buck sings breathily, shucking his trousers and clambering onto the bed in just his boxers and a button-down shirt. “Why is there only one bed?” “Um,” Eddie draws the comforter up to his chin, as if he can shield himself from the half-naked—oh, three-quarters naked, he’s pulling off his shirt now—Buck with just a duvet.

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[aesthetictarlos]

I lost count of how many times I had to delete a random I love you or a baby while writing a smut scene because I'm used to writing tender sex and/or porn with feelings but I can't do that (yet) since the Buck and the Tommy in my fic are currently still FwB.

(this made me realise I have a problem with tenderness and feelings slipping in during smut scenes but that's just how I am so I can't wait to throw in the occasional ily once they won't be fwb anymore 🥲)

[blood-orange-juice]

I am unpleasantly surprised by the lack of Ningguang x Lumine fanfiction. 29 fics on ao3 (Wriowinne has 24, to help you understand the scale of the disaster).

I think the fandom is sleeping on these two.

[sunflower-eddiediaz]

hi girasol! 🌻✨ hmmmm for the WIP ask game: can i ask you to please let us see a bit of the Omega voice and ex-fwb to lovers?? they sound fascinating!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

hi wendy! 🥰💜

Omega voice

This one. Hm. It was supposed to be a simple rambling post about "what if eddie accidentally used his omega voice on buck and it worked", but it got away from me. It turned into a long draft and I haven't even finished outlining all the thoughts.

Here is the beginning of the Thoughts:

pre relationship buddie. omega eddie / alpha buck. something happens that makes buck go almost feral, like eddie is in danger and unreachable and for a moment buck thinks he's gone, but even when it's confirmed that eddie's okay, even when eddie is in front of him, the feral state doesn't subside. eddie comes close to him, tries to reassure him, puts his hand on his shoulder and follows his gaze but nothing works until eddie says "Buck, breathe." and he does. buck finally calms down, eddie finally lets hen check him over. He wasn't even injured, his radio broke and they didn't know where he was in the burning, about to collapse building.

Ex-fwb to lovers

The idea is that Buck, Eddie, Hen and Chim are all chatting and Eddie mentions something about Buck he only knows because they slept together. HenChim clocks it and Buck can't lie so he confesses that yeah they used to sleep together like a year ago, but they "mutually decided to stop". Eddie says "come on Buck, we've been mature enough to move on from it. If we're gonna talk about it, let's at least be honest." Their "break up" was just a big miscommunication misunderstanding, and obviously they both want a romantic relationship. They clear up everything right then and there in front of Hen and Chim.

It's not "written", but I have some dialogue:

E : Come on Buck, we've been mature enough to move on from it. If we're gonna talk about it, let's at least be honest. B : How am I not honest? Did we not agree to stop? I mean, as far as I know, we haven't slept together in the last 8 months. E : Don't do that. We wanted different things, yeah. I agreed to end it, but it was your idea. B : How was it my idea? You're the one who initiated that conversation. E : Oh, so you do remember that, but not what i said. B : I do remember, you said you didn't want to keep doing casual. E : Yes, but you wanted to stop, so we stopped. B : I didn't want to stop. E : Then why did you say we should? B : I was agreeing with you, you're the one who wanted to stop. E : I didn't want to stop! I didn't want to do casual! B : *confused buck* E : *frustrated eddie*

wip tag game

[beyourownanchor6]

i finally have something new to share with y’all. i heard a song the other day, got an idea, and spiraled..naturally. we’re gonna informally call this one: fwb buck 1.0.2–it makes sense, promise 😌

thanks for the tags loves @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper @monsterrae1 @spaceprincessem @elvensorceress 🩵

You’ve matched with firehose118, would you like to view the message?

Eddie snorted for the username. He couldn’t wait to open the message and see a dick pick.

firehose118: wanna meet up?

Well, that was…unexpected.

Before Eddie could even think up a response, another message came through. firehose118: I’m just what you’d expect (;

And there it was, the message Eddie had been expecting.

Instead of responding, Eddie clicked onto the guy’s profile. Before he agreed to meeting anyone, he wanted to see a little about them. Not that you could tell all that much about a person over the internet, but it didn’t hurt to have a little info.

There wasn’t too much on the guy, other than he was male, bisexual, and 25 years old, just a few years younger than Eddie. The profile didn’t give too much away, just a few other basic details. Oh, and his name was Buck. That had to be another nickname, right?

Eddie shook his head. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

Swiping across to see the pictures, Eddie paused, his gaze lingering a little too long. The photo was in black and white, but the guy was winking, his face scrunched up a bit. Eddie had to admit—the guy was pretty adorable, soft on the eyes even.

Eddie found himself wanting to see more, especially a non-black and white photo; there wasn’t a whole lot he could get out of it. There was some discoloration on the guy’s face, right above his left brow, but Eddie couldn’t be sure if it was from the filter or something else.

After analyzing the guys first picture for far longer than was necessary, Eddie scrolled to the next one. It was just of the guy’s abs, several tattoos scattered across his chest, but the photo was once again in black and white. The guy sure liked his filters; either that or he was trying to remain somewhat a mystery. Either way, Eddie once again found himself staring at the photo for too long.

Eddie had only placed one photo on his bio, unsure of what else to put other than just himself. If it was love someone was looking for, what else would they need other than a simple photo?

His phone pinged again, another message from Buck appearing.

firehose118: i don’t bite…unless you ask me too

The words sent a chill down Eddie’s spine, something deep within him stirring.

Eddie went back to the guy’s pictures, catching himself honing in on Buck’s lips. He quickly closed out of the app and tossed his phone to the side.

He was looking for love, not a meaningless hookup. Surely, someone better would come along that he could choose from.

A week later proved him wrong.

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[useramor]

for the soft prompts if it sparks inspiration I offer laughing while kissing and/or fixing the other persons clothes absentmindedly or like tucking their hair behind their ear U KNOW WHAT I MEAN THAT SOFT STUFF

ps. I love the fact that you're doing this as well as a fwb fic aksndmfngmg

16. laughing while kissing rating: G | word count: 1.6k thank you so much for sending this in!! someone else also asked for the fixing clothes so i'll probably complete that tomorrow :)

the 118 are hosting a fundraiser. eddie gets roped into doing the kissing booth. buck's not happy about it.

For the record, Buck absolutely supports the fundraiser. One of the counties in Northern California got completely wiped out from a forest fire, a flame that took root in the trees and spread to the small town that sat on the edge of the woods. 

Most fire departments in the state have set up some sort of fundraiser to help. Buck knows Bobby’s planning on using the 118’s donation money to help out with the elementary school. It’s in the worst state out of any of the buildings, he’s heard, and, unless they raise enough money to rebuild and figure out accommodations in the meantime, it’s gonna leave a lot of kids schoolless. 

Of course Buck believes in the cause. 

He’s just…okay, he’s not a very big fan of how they’re planning on getting that money.

Hen managed to talk everyone out of doing a date auction, saying it was objectifying their incredibly dignified and respectable line of work. Buck wasn’t over the moon about the idea, either. He’s had to reject a lot of unwanted advances just about any time he’s in uniform; the idea of people trying to outbid each other for a date with him that he couldn’t say no or do anything about made his skin crawl.

Especially, especially because he’d have to watch Eddie get bet on, too.

And Eddie’s the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life. Buck doesn’t have enough money to out-bet all of Los Angeles county. 

There are countless single, millionaire women in this city who would take one look at Eddie and immediately spend their millions to get him to look their way for an evening. 

And it’s—it’s Eddie, of course they would. Eddie, who is beautiful and genuine and kind. Eddie, whose smile is bright and cheeky, who winks at Buck from across the room with the sweetest grin. Eddie, whose laugh makes Buck’s chest feel like it’s fizzing like a shaken can of coke, feels like he could spill over from how giddy he feels when that laugh is because of him. 

Eddie, who Buck is so irrevocably in love with it makes him stupid. 

And that’s the problem.

Because Hen, bless her, may have talked everyone out of doing a date auction, but just about everyone thought it’d be a great idea to get a little barbecue going and set up some carnival style games to get people in to donate.

Chimney was the genius who suggested a kissing booth.

Eddie was the kind (stupidly attractive, kissable) idiot who got roped into participating. 

Buck tries very, very hard to think of the children. He does. It’s in vain, because he’s pretty sure he’s about to burn a hole through the floor while he stares at Chimney and Ravi set up the banner that says Kissing Booth in hot pink. Lucy doodled hearts all over the paper. It looks great.

Buck hates it.

The worst part—the worst part—is that he has no right to be jealous. Not really, anyway. He’s pretty sure what he feels is reciprocated at least a little. It feels silly, getting his hopes up. It’s only ever been crushed, his hope a small bug under the heel of a shoe, so he tries his hardest to keep his feelings tethered and watches helplessly and they float up, up, up anyway.

Because sometimes Eddie will come up behind him and drag a broad hand across his shoulder, letting it linger a little too long on the base of his neck. It’s sweet, it’s so sweet, because Eddie is sure, is solid, is confident, but he blushes so pretty when he grabs Buck’s hand to play with his fingers as they watch a movie or sit up in the loft at the station. 

It’s easy. Loving him is easy. Being with him is easy, but it hasn’t always been. There’s been miscommunication and traumas and words that got stuck in that tricky part of their sternum as they tried to come out, but they worked through that. 

It took a while to get here. They’re still getting there, really. But, goddamn, at the rate Buck’s jealousy is simmering, it just might boil over enough to get them there right fucking now.

“Careful, keep your face like that too long it’ll get stuck like that,” Hen says as she slides over to him. “You could just kiss him yourself instead of trying to blow up the damn kissing booth stand with your mind.”

Hen’s in charge of selling tickets. She looks two seconds away from smacking some sense into him using the large roll of them she’s holding in her hand. 

Luckily for the back of the back of his head, she just mutters something about idiots as she walks away.

Buck’s supposed to be helping out. In general. He’s not sure what his actual duties are, seeing as Bobby explained them to him while Eddie was getting gently kissed by sunlight as he got out of his truck. Unfortunately for, well, probably everyone, Buck was not paying attention.

He’s pretty sure he manages to do some good, anyway. Teaches a little girl the difference between being a firefighter and a paramedic, helps a young mom by fetching her kid off the top of the ladder truck, and manages to pie Chimney in the face. 

The day’s almost wrapping up when Hen walks back over to him. 

“You know,” she starts slowly. Conspiratorially. Buck narrows his eyes instinctually. “He’s been looking for you all night.”

She nods over to Eddie, who’s slumped sadly in his kissing booth. He perks up the second their eyes meet, his cheeks so rosy Buck can tell even from across the station. 

“He–he hasn’t,” Buck stammers. 

“Buck,” Hen’s tone is gentle. Patient and kind, and she’s got that kind of big sister smile she’s been using on him since they met that always makes him feel like a kid. In a good way, though. He feels loved. Cared for. “You don’t even need a ticket to go kiss him. He’d do that for free. But, if you need a push, here.”

She rips off a ticket from what’s left of the roll. 

“Go.”

Buck trips on his way to the kissing booth. It’s–it’s ridiculous how heavy his heart is beating, how it skips a beat or two when Eddie’s smile grows as he realizes Buck’s heading his way. 

“Hi,” Buck breathes out. They stare at each other for long enough that a line starts to form behind him, the people who were still loitering cashing in their last chance to get a kiss from Eddie. Buck’s been sort of, kind of, maybe watching him. It’s been chaste pecks and kisses on cheeks, and Buck’s seriously hoping he falls in a secret, third category where Eddie kisses him within an inch of his life. 

“Hey. You’re–you came. Here. To the kissing booth.” It’s the shiest, most awkward Buck’s ever seen him be. The hope sparks and burns so brightly, nearly brighter than the forest fire. Feels just as big and brazen, anyway. 

“I did.”

“Are you—”

Buck slides the ticket across the table, cutting Eddie off. 

“One kiss, please?” His voice is small, but his smile is genuine. The weight of the day seems to slide off Eddie’s shoulder as his eyes go brighter than Buck’s ever seen them.

Eddie nods as he stands. His hand finds purchase in the dip where Buck’s neck meets his shoulder. 

God, Christopher’s gonna call them so lame when they tell them how they finally got together. 

Warm, golden, sparkling brown meets blue. Holds the gaze for a beat, and then another. The corner of Eddie’s lips turn up, his eyes flick down, Buck leans in, and—

“Oh my god, can y’all just kiss already?” a girl says behind them.

They both erupt in breathless giggles. 

“Yeah, Eddie,” Buck teases, still laughing. “Can we just kiss already?”

Eddie answers by pressing his smile against Buck’s. It’s barely a kiss, too much teeth, just the right amount of overwhelming love. 

“This is ridiculous,” Eddie murmurs, and Buck feels the words. “We’re being ridiculous.” He laughs again. Eddie’s laughter has always been Buck’s favorite sound, but hits a little different when the laughter is for him. “This isn’t even a kiss!”

“Show me what a real kiss is, then.” 

Eddie takes a breath to sober up, and when he leans in again it’s…God. Buck feels alive and settled all at once. Eddie’s lips are soft, a little chapped from a day of kissing everyone, and they taste like strawberry chapstick. They’re a gentle pressure against his, and they move slowly. Drag gently, like they’ve got all the time in the world. 

Buck’s teeth dig into Eddie’s bottom lip, tug at it enough to make Eddie tighten his hold against his neck. The angle could be better, but Eddie’s still leaning over a table, and Buck’s not about to complain about finally being able to kiss him. 

“Jesus Christ,” the same girl mutters. 

“Shush, lady, can’t you see they’re in love?” Buck hears Chimney say. 

All it does is make them laugh again. 

When Eddie kisses him again, it tastes sweet. Like love, like the rest of his life. Buck’s laugh bubbles and bubbles and bubbles out of him, stains the whole damn station with the amount of love that pours out everywhere. 

Eddie kisses his cheek, his chin, his birthmark. Whatever he can reach because Buck’s smiling too wide to be able to reciprocate. He’s distantly aware of the fact that they have an audience and there’s gonna be copious amounts of paperwork to complete, but then Eddie whispers a soft I love you in his ear and Buck kinda stops caring about everything else. 

And, okay. He can admit. Maybe the kissing booth wasn’t actually all that bad. 

(He’s still vehemently against the auction, though.)

[possessingtheproperspirit]

Tag game

In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you feel like).

I was tagged a while ago, back in the mists of time, by the lovely @emeralddoeadeer - and I finally have some writing to share!! It's a miracle! It's more than a line, but I felt it needed context. Honest.

"Alright, fine," James huffed. "We're sexy friends. Happy?" “Pete’s my sexy friend—” “Ahhh,” Peter beamed. “Thanks mate!” “—but I’ve never railed him up against Alice Field’s garden wall with only a shoddily cast muffliato and the dark shadows of night for cover.”

I think most have been tagged in this already, and I'm certainly not going to inflict it on as many people as there are words, but a no pressure tag for @mppmaraudergirl @ghostofbambifanfiction @thequibblah @kay-elle-cee if you fancy it!

[narukoibito]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @takearisk-ao3! 💛

“We should fuck.” Harry’s head slams against the top of the oven. The stars in his eyes and the ringing in his ears are nothing in comparison to the incredulity flooding his body.  “What?” He pulls his aching head out of the oven—surely a huge lump is already forming—to gape at Ginny, who just leans against the counter as if she hadn't propositioned him.  “I said I think we should fuck,” she repeats like he's being thick. “You’re absolutely mental!” Harry tosses the wrench onto the counter, walking away to the sink because he needs something to do, anything really to stop the unwanted images that were now flooding his mind. “Why not?” Ginny demands, following him, nothing giving him space to think. “We both happened to be single.” “That’s not the problem,” hisses Harry.  “Why is it a problem? It’s not that big of a deal. I’ve seen it all, anyway.” Harry spins around, his face completely beat red. He fights the sudden urge to cover his bits. “That—that was Fred stealing my trunks at the lake—that does not count!” “No need to be embarrassed—” “The water was cold!”  “If I were judging you on that, do you think I’d be asking?” Ginny smirks and that only makes everything worse.

Tagging @nuatthebeach @ginnympotter @displayheartcode @wackus-bonkus-maximus @annerbhp @startanewdream

[honestlydarkprincess]

Fuck It Friday!

tagged by the lovely @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spotsandsocks

In hindsight, hooking up with the man you were in love with without first making it clear that you were in love with him wasn’t the greatest idea.

It wasn’t Eddie’s fault! It’s not like he had planned for this to happen, it just kind of…did.

The first time anything happened between them it was after a long shift and a few too many beers. Eddie had just broken up with Marisol and Buck and Tommy had decided to just stay friends so the two of them were hanging out more often than not. They were back to being Buck and Eddie, spending whatever free time they did have together. And it was slowly killing Eddie. Now that he knew for sure that Buck was bisexual it felt like a whole new world of possibilities had opened up. Eddie had a chance.

So maybe that’s what made him lean over and kiss Buck during their movie night. Maybe it was the leftover adrenaline of the day or the beer he could taste on both their lips, but for whatever reason, Eddie kissed him. And Buck kissed back.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @exhuastedpigeon, @daffi-990, @queerdiazs, @spagheddiediaz

@buckera, @queerbuckleys, @queerdiaz, @father-salmon, @underwaterninja13

@lonelychicago, @monsterrae1, @devirnis, @beyourownanchor6, @thiamsxbitch

@usersiren, @swiftietartt, @holdmygum, @inell, @maygrantgf