#spaceshipkat

[hyruling]

omggggggg 58 + 60 for the intimacy prompts mwah mwah mwah 🥰🥰🥰

60. sitting in their lap

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“Dude. I know you heard me call seat check.”

Chim shrugs, tucked into Buck’s spot between Eddie and Maddie on the couch, smugly eating the popcorn that Buck and Eddie had been sharing before he got up to pee. “I heard no such thing.”

“You’re blocking the TV,” Ravi complains, but Buck ignores him. 

“Come on, you all heard me. I was only gone for like, three minutes.”

“Wife privilege trumps seat check rules,” Chim argues, tossing popcorn in his mouth with a shit eating grin. He wraps his free arm around Maddie, who’s focused on the movie and studiously ignoring them both. 

“That’s not a thing—”

“It is when it’s our first night out of the house since the baby was born,” Chim argues. “Or I could use the captain card if you prefer.”

“Abuse of power,” Ravi mutters, and Buck points to him excitedly. 

“Yes, exactly, thank you Ravi!”

“I think you should use it though,” Ravi continues to Chim, and Buck gapes while Chim does a stupid fist pump. “We’re missing the climax of the movie dude. Just sit on the floor.”

“Easy for you to say from your high horse in the comfy armchair. The floor is hard on my leg,” Buck says. It’s only half true, but he’ll use whatever excuse he can to win one over on his brother in law. 

“You sit on the floor all the time,” Hen interjects from her spot on the loveseat, curled up cozily with Karen, also ignoring them. 

“Irrelevant,” Buck says with a dismissive gesture. “The point is, I called seat check, and what kind of society are we if we can’t even respect the sanctity of—”

And Eddie, who until now had been silently observing with an amused grin, rolls his eyes and sighs, “Dios, come here.”

He wraps a big hand around Buck’s wrist and tugs until he has nowhere to go but Eddie’s lap. Buck falls limply down, trying not to crush him at the last second by throwing an arm across the back of the couch. Eddie situates him across his legs, his back against the armrest next to Eddie, and if he weren’t struck so dumb by the whole thing he would put his feet in Chim’s face just to be annoying. 

“Happy now?” Eddie mutters in his ear.

“Uh,” Buck says intelligently. 

Eddie’s hand settles on his knee, the other resting behind Buck’s back along the armrest. Everyone’s eyes are on them when Buck looks up, but Eddie’s are on the screen. His cheeks are a little pink, but otherwise he appears normal. 

“Wow,” Chim says after a minute. “An instant Buck-Off button.”

“Shhh,” Eddie hushes him before Buck has a chance. “Some of us are watching the movie.”

Chim shakes his head with a short laugh and finally turns his attention back to the screen, and the rest of the room follows suit.

Buck is, ostensibly, also watching the movie, but he has no idea what’s happening. Gun to his head he couldn’t name a single actor in it, despite having watched the last hour and a half before Eddie rewired his synapses. All he can focus on is Eddie, the feel of his chest rising and falling against his arm, his thumb rubbing unconscious little circles against Buck’s elbow, the heavy weight of his hand on his knee.

“You okay?” Eddie whispers after who knows how long, quiet in Buck’s ear. 

Buck turns. Eddie’s eyes are dark in the dim room, his face much closer than Buck anticipated. He nods and tries to get a grip, though Eddie must be able to feel the way his heart is beating with the arm tucked around his back. 

“Yeah, I’m great,” he answers softly. 

“Sure? I can sit on the floor, if you’d rather not—”

Buck is shaking his head before he can finish the sentence. “No, no, this is — yeah, this is perfect.”

Perfect? He cringes internally, but Eddie isn’t fazed in the slightest. In fact he smiles, soft and pleased and all for Buck, and his heart rate kicks up another notch. 

They finish the movie twenty minutes later. Buck’s had to pee for a good fifteen of that, but he refused to get up — he doesn’t have the kind of luck that will afford him a second chance at this. He doesn’t even get up when everyone else stands to stretch and refill their drinks, perfectly content to stay where he is for as long as Eddie will allow it. 

Similarly, Eddie doesn’t push him off the second it becomes acceptable to do so. In fact he encourages Buck to stretch his legs out on the couch with a silent pat on his thigh.

“Am I crushing you?” Buck asks when they’re the only ones still in the room. 

Eddie shakes his head and gives his knee a squeeze. “Nah. You’re kind of like a weighted blanket.”

Buck flushes and looks away. Feels ridiculous, like he’s fifteen again and being flirted with by Cassie McDaniel in homeroom — except they’re in their thirties, and Eddie isn’t flirting. He’s just being Eddie. The New Eddie, as Buck has coined it in his head; the one that came back from El Paso with a twinkle in his eye that Buck can’t quite parse. He’s the same old Eddie but lighter, somehow — more free with his touches and casual affection in a way that Buck very much enjoys, despite the way it’s slowly driving him insane.

Like now, for instance.

“Your ass is kinda bony though.”

Buck scoffs, affronted, and Eddie laughs. His hand tightens on Buck’s knee when he tries to shift his weight off Eddie’s thighs. “Didn’t say you needed to move.”

“Well I’d hate for my bony ass to dig into your perfect thighs.”

“Perfect, huh?” Eddie teases, and there’s that fucking twinkle again.

“Mediocre. Above average. I know you skip leg day at least once a week.”

“How many times can we have this argument?”

“It’s not an argument, it’s a healthy discussion.”

“Core strength is more important than having huge biceps, and as a firefighter, you should understand that—”

“Well those huge biceps have saved a lot of people, didn’t hear them complaining.”

“I’m definitely not complaining either, but my point is—”

“Are you two gonna cuddle on my couch all night?”

They look up to see Hen standing over them, hands on her hips and brow raised suspiciously. 

“Maybe,” Eddie says before Buck can come up with anything. “You got something to say about it?”

“Only that you have your own house to be weird in,” she says with an eye roll. “And that Buck promised to help clean after the fiasco with the fondue last month.”

“Shit, I did,” Buck says, gingerly getting up so he doesn’t hurt Eddie with his bony ass. Eddie squeezes his hip as he goes though and nearly sends him sprawling. He just blinks innocently up at Buck when he whirls on him, self-satisfied little smile on his face that Buck wants to—

Nope. Not going there. He trails off after Hen and decidedly does not think about it. 

He doesn’t think about it when Eddie comes in to help clean, hip checking him at the sink. Or when they say their goodbyes to everyone at the door, and Eddie presses little smacking kisses to Karen and Hen and Maddie’s cheeks that he pretends he’s not wildly jealous of. Or when Eddie leads him to the truck with a hand on his lower back, and keeps it there until Buck rounds the hood to the drivers seat. He doesn’t think about it on the drive home, Eddie quiet in that way he gets sometimes after one too many drinks, and he definitely doesn’t stare at Eddie’s ‘perfect’ thighs when he changes into his sleep shorts and sinks onto the couch next to Buck. 

“That was fun,” Eddie says, relaxing until his head rests on the back of the couch.

“Yeah. Super fun.”

It’s quiet again, only sound coming from the TV playing on low. Buck keeps his eyes glued to it, though he’s not taking in a single thing Mrs. Brady is saying. 

“You’re thinking pretty loud over there bud,” Eddie says during a commercial break. 

Buck chances a look at him, and it’s a mistake. He looks so soft, relaxed against the cushions, wearing a baggy tank and shorts that ride up well above what Buck would consider an appropriate length. Buck looks quickly away. 

“Hey. I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier, did I?” Eddie asks.

“No,” Buck answers, and forces himself to make eye contact. Eddie looks a little unsure, and Buck quickly shakes his head. “No, I told you it was fine, I promise, I just. I’m tired, I guess. Karen’s sangria always sneaks up on me.”

Eddie nods. “Yeah I know. Wanna share the bed tonight?” 

Buck flushes, and this time it’s definitely not dark enough for Eddie not to notice. It shouldn’t be a big deal — they’ve shared the bed a few times since Eddie and Chris came home, usually after a particularly grueling shift where their exhaustion ran too deep to tolerate the couch, and it’s been fine.

Only the last time it happened, he woke up to Eddie curled around his back, hand curled possessively in the front pocket of his hoodie. And in his half-conscious state Buck had thought, this is how I want to wake up everyday. He’s avoided sharing ever since. 

“Nah, couch—couch is fine,” Buck stutters. 

“Buck. Come on, talk to me, what’s got you so freaked?”

“I’m not freaked,” Buck lies, and turns back to the TV. “I’m not. Just. Brain is too loud tonight, I guess.”

He sees Eddie nod in his peripheral. “Well, I wasn’t kidding earlier you know.”

“About what?”

“You feeling like a weighted blanket,” Eddie clarifies. 

Buck’s head snaps to the left. Eddie looks serious as a heart attack — which, incidentally, Buck may be currently having. 

“So…”

“So,” Eddie echoes.

He inches closer until their thighs are touching. Buck watches in a weird sort of trance as Eddie twists and swings a leg over, hovering above Buck’s thighs. “This okay?”

Buck unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth and says, “Yeah—yes. Yeah.”

Eddie smiles and sits fully, and then they’re just staring at each other. Buck keeps his hands firmly to himself, while Eddie’s rest comfortably on Buck’s shoulders. 

“See what I mean?”

Buck blinks, remembers the weird metaphor they’re operating under. “Um, sort of. You’re only—I-I mean there’s only weight on my legs.”

“Good point.”

Slowly, as if he’s anticipating Buck to call their game of chicken and push him off, Eddie leans forward and wraps his arms around Buck’s shoulders, pressing their chests together. Buck feels his chin dig sharp into his shoulder before he adjusts and lays his cheek against his collarbone. 

“How’s that?” Eddie asks, slightly muffled. 

Buck inhales, feels Eddie move with him on the exhale, and it’s — well, Eddie wasn’t lying. Eddie lets his full weight press against Buck and it's comforting, to say the least. Electrifying, because it’s Eddie, and yet as the minutes pass he can feel his heart rate slow, his breathing ease. He feels their chests rise and fall together, Eddie’s warm weight settling him in a way nothing has in a long time — maybe ever. His mind goes pleasantly blank, even when one of Eddie’s hands starts to comb through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“It’s nice,” Buck answers belatedly, and Eddie chuckles at the sleepy timbre of his voice. “I see what you mean.”

“Right?” Eddie says, scratching gently at his scalp, and it feels so good he melts even deeper into the couch cushions. “You can touch me too, you know.”

“Oh,” Buck mutters, and picks his hands up from where they’d been resting awkwardly next to Eddie’s thighs. He wraps them tentatively around Eddie’s back; Eddie makes a contented humming sound in response. 

They stay that way for a long time, until the late night rerun ends and another episode begins. Buck’s hands drift after awhile, smoothing up and down Eddie’s back slowly, thumbs rubbing circles against his scapula and vertebrae. 

“Hey Eddie.”

He’s half asleep, and Eddie is so big and warm in his arms, and it makes him reckless. Eddie’s ear is so close to Buck’s mouth he can whisper what he hasn’t dared speak out loud. 

“Yeah Buck?” Eddie says just as softly. 

“I need to tell you something. No – don’t, don’t get up.” He wraps a hand around the back of Eddie’s neck to keep him still. 

Eddie huffs but stays put. “You’re not about to tell me you’re moving, are you?”

There’s such an air of dread and petulance in his tone that Buck laughs. 

“No. Didn’t, uh, know you had such strong feelings about that.”

“Well. I do.”

“It’s not that,” Buck says, and Eddie exhales against his neck. “But you might, uh—you might want me to when I—”

“No I won’t,” Eddie interrupts, leaving no room for argument. “Tell me.” 

Buck swallows, hard enough that Eddie must hear it. But he waits patiently, one of his thumbs tracing figure eights on the back of Buck’s neck, and for some reason that is what finally breaks through his thinly guarded veneer.

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

The figure eight stutters to a stop, but Eddie doesn’t move an inch. If anything, he covers Buck with his weight even more, somehow, and Buck feels his nose brush his clavicle. 

“And you think I want you to move out because of that?” 

“I—well, maybe, I don’t want to make you feel—I don’t know. Actually, can we pretend I didn’t say anything?” 

“No,” Eddie says. And then nothing else. 

“I—Eddie you gotta—you gotta say something. Tell me to fuck off, or that it’ll never happen but you value our friendship anyway, o-or that nothing will change between us—”

“Hmm, no. None of those sound like me.” 

“You literally said that last one. Basically verbatim, less than a year ago.” 

“Yeah, but I was lying then. I don’t want to lie to you again.” 

“Eddie, come on, what does that me—” 

But in one swift move Eddie sits up, catches Buck’s face between his hands, and kisses him. 

It’s a short kiss, a dry brush of slightly chapped lips, but it manages to alter his entire worldview in the five or so seconds it last before Eddie pulls away. Buck gets a brief glimpse of his pink cheeks before he tucks his head back against Buck’s shoulder. 

“There you go sweetheart,” Eddie mumbles, voice drawling the way it does when he’s tired. “My knees have about another five minutes of this before I need to get up, let's not waste them.” 

“Okay,” Buck says in a ragged voice that doesn’t quite sound like his. A voice belonging to a mouth that has kissed Eddie Diaz, and therefore irrevocably changed. 

True to his word, Eddie continues to crush him into the couch for another five minutes, until his racing heart slows again and their eyes are half-lidded and drowsy when Eddie sits up. 

“That was nice,” he says with a smile.

“Y-yeah, it was,” Buck agrees, squeezing Eddie’s thighs. “Same time tomorrow?”

Eddie huffs out a little laugh, and though Buck was half joking, Eddie nods and presses his forehead against Buck’s shoulder. Buck drops a kiss to the crown of his head before he can quite stop himself, and Eddie makes that same happy humming sound Buck wants to chase for the rest of his life. 

“Yeah. I’ll see you there.”

—

[thirdwheelravi]

Still frothing at the mouth about the fact Eddie was projecting “I’m fine” and also insisting on it with Hen and Karen—hell, probably thinking the entire time that he’s so glad they had each other—but letting Buck not only see how hurt and sad he is but also be the one to finally make Eddie shed more than that one little tear at the funeral. And either consciously or unconsciously, he chose to go back home to his person, to where he knew he would be kept afloat by the only person who’s ever loved him so unconditionally (like idk I think Buck definitely wouldn’t have made Eddie getting a firefighting job in El Paso all about himself because Buck has already more or less come to terms with the fact Eddie is never coming back to LA. It’s Eddie who’s still in denial about it, and he probably worried about telling Buck because he doesn’t want Buck to support him in taking the El Paso job. He wants Buck to fight for him to move back to LA with Chris) (and like yeah we all know Eddie won’t be taking that job but god the angst of it all is just!!!)

no like i really do think eddie is lying to himself and lying to buck about the real reason he didn't say anything about the job. and the clues are all in that henren scene. he KNOWSSSSS deep down he does not want to take that job. He KNOWSSSSS it feels right being back in LA the way everything about being in El Paso felt wrong except that he was with Chris. he KNOWSSSS he's putting off returning to El Paso, that he's lingering in LA for reasons he hasn't admitted to himself. he's worried about buck, he doesn't want to be alone in his grief, he doesn't want to leave Buck alone in his. and he still thinks of LA as home, not El Paso.

but literally leaving buck the first time was hard enough and i think eddie STILL has not come to terms with how hard it was for him. he still has not unpacked what "it's not nothing" means. and telling Buck about the job would feel like leaving him all over again and he BARELY managed it the first time and how is he going to manage it again when he's being crushed by grief and he knows buck is too?

[cranberrymoons]

Am I just hallucinating or was there a picture of rg wearing the same square ring that ostark is wearing in that family feud pic?

ding 🎁 you have unlocked a piece of ryliver lore. which could of course mean nothing. yay.

[majorbuckyegan]

26, 28, and 29 for ao3 wrapped!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Ty!! 🥰

26. What’s your most common category?

according to ao3, M/M, although that was no surprise, I haven't written anything else lol

28. Favorite work you wrote this year?

answered here <3

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

There's a very Important passage coming in the next chapter of Blue Skies that I can't wait to post, mainly because I teared up a little bit while I was writing it (and so did Bucky), so I hold that one really close to my heart! I also really love the letter that Buck wrote to Bucky in "Dear John."

[folatefangirl]

Cinnia!! 6, 16, and 26 for ao3 wrapped!! 💖

Thank you for the ask!

6. Favorite title you used I mean Down to the Bone is a fave bc it's a self joke about Down to the Bone for the old man yaoi it features (Game of Thrones Oberyn Martell x Petyr Baelish) but also if I had the energy to actually do all the work required to properly write a Word of Honor Mean Girls AU, I do think Mean Sects is a fabulous title, if I do say so myself. And I'm keeping the super long and fun playlist I made for it, even though I'm no longer writing it.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag? One Shot, at 12 tags! 🥳

26. What’s your most common category? F/M, shockingly! But out of the 9 in the tag, 5 of them are for polyamorous contexts tbh. I tend to like tag multiple categories if there is an OT3 or poly situation going on so I guess that's how this category got so many options lol. It only has one more fic count than my genfic or f/f or m/m fic tbh.

(Ask Game: Send me a number 1-30 for the ao3 wrapped [writers edition])

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[the-golden-comet]

My time has come.

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[redrosydiaz]

omg it's your bday!!!! happy birthdayyyyyyyy!!!! 🎊🎊🎊

it isss woo!! thank you kat, beloved 🫶🥰💕 ilyy 😘

[haztobegood]

20 and 29 for ao3 wrapped! 🥰🥰

Hi! 💚

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

From this year it is Figure This Out because I really like this story line. I think about the characters and what they might be up to from time to time. Out of all my fics I've probably read Through the Static the most because it's very short, and I constantly want to write something else that feels like it felt to write this. It still gives me chills every time I read it.

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

This part of Louis and the no good, very bad day is one of my favorite silly scenes. I love chaotic animal fics so much

“Did you name him?” Niall asks. “What?” “The goose. Did you name him?” “Why would I do that? He’s not a pet.” “Because he’ll be with you for an unknown amount of time. Seems like he should have a name. Like Horace. Or Lionel. Or Bruce! Bruce the Goose.” The goose lets out a short burst of little honks in what Louis can only describe as a happy goose noise. Louis shakes his head. “No. I’m not naming my Soulmate Goose. He’ll hopefully be gone in a few days and then I can get on with my life.” Honk!

ao3 wrapped questions for writers

[heidiamalia]

ITS AFTER MIDNIGHT FOR YOU SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVELY FRIEND!!!!!!!!

Thank youuuu!!!!

[juicebuck]

when i'm down here on my knees

buck/eddie. explicit. 1985 words. porn without plot. face-fucking. brat buck. (mentioned) cock warming. established relationship.

hilariously inspired by anon hate accusing me of wanting to regress buck's character and wanting him to suck eddie's cock. well EYE think buck sucking eddie's cock is the Growth and Stability he needs and craves actually <3

There's a bliss to this, a belonging, a stillness despite the rough, frantic energy of it. It settles something deep in the marrow of Buck's bones. Everything fading, narrowing down, like a soft vignette. To the ache in his knees, his jaw. The raw-feel of his throat. The sting of his eyes. To Eddie's hands on his head. To the heavy, hot weight of Eddie's cock shoving into him, plugging his mouth. To the wet of his saliva dribbling down his chin. To the way he's rubbing off in his jeans against Eddie's leg with base, desperate need. Like a dog in heat.

tagging a few people: @prince-luffy @redrosydiaz @celestielbeing @bark-barkley @canondiaz @inell @buick118

@spaceshipkat @buckbuckleybegins @butchdiaz @hyruling

[thirdwheelravi]

Okay off this post though and the personal storylines:

https://www.tumblr.com/jeeyunspetrat/782396763332116480/predictions-i-think-17-is-gonna-be-another

Because I’ve been sitting on what Maddie said to Buck when she hugged him and told him she loved him: “because I love you, and given recent events I feel like that’s something I should start saying more.” Idk I feel like Buck might end up ruminating on that a lil bit (or at least I hope!)

yes!!!! i had the same thought when she said that. that Buck is going to take what maddie said and apply it to Eddie. that he loves him and it's something he should start saying!!!

[cranberrymoons]

fuck me already friday?!?! don't mind if i do.

eddie did his superhero thing to save buck after he got trapped in the collapsed building--ravi managed to zipline to freedom but oops, the line broke and then the floor fell out from under buck and eddie got to the disaster just in time to watch buck vanish inside the building, so he goes rushing in because he's not gonna let buck die, too, not when he's here this time. and then he finds buck buried beneath rubble and grabs him by the suspenders and hauls him up to freedom and buck can't tell if their lips brushed because eddie just yanked him too hard (doesn't know his own strength, obviously) or because eddie did that on purpose (bros can kiss, right?). but either way eddie was breathing into his mouth when he said "never do that again" and buck was breathing right back into eddie's mouth when he kinda stammered his way through a promise because like. he's been rock hard since he saw eddie single-handedly haul a wall up off of buck to save him. he doesn't have enough blood in his brain to say anything more than "you got it bud" because he's a dumb dumb.

but anyway they're back home--their home, even if eddie hasn't officially declared that he's staying yet. everyone else knows he is because they have eyes but buck isn't in possession of the communal brain cell right now so he's just like "okay another morning where i've walked into the kitchen to eddie still here, it's gonna be a good day so long as i forget about The Agonies :)" (The Agonies being the fact he is walking around half-chubbed because like. eddie pulled a wall up off of him! single-handedly! and The Agonies are also the idea eddie might go back to el paso sometime soon but that's not as fun so buck would rather lament over his half-chub)

and they're just orbiting each other. and eddie is getting increasingly more and more flirtatious (even if buck refuses to describe it as such in the safety of his own mind), and touchy, and he's not leaving. he's slowly moving back into the house even if he still hasn't officially said anything yet, and chris is here. and at one point buck and eddie come back from a night out with the 118 (buck spent the entire night going "why is everyone acting so strange, don't they know that eddie hasn't officially decided he's coming back yet!!" and every time this happens--buck looking like a deer in headlights when anyone so much as hints at eddie moving back to LA--everyone has to mentally add another mark to the tally of "buckneddie shenanigans" while eddie just gets red-cheeked and smiley because buck is being dumb but that's his buck :) so it's okay) and buck drops onto his bed and is surprised but also not when eddie drops down next to him because they were in the middle of a debate about the best way to cook eggs and eddie isn't gonna win this debate while standing up, his feet are tired from piggybacking buck (buck didn't think he could carry him all the way home and eddie is never one to back down from a challenge), besides buck's bed is big and comfy. and so they talk themselves literally to sleep, like a bedtime story no one else would ever want to listen to.

and then eventually buck wakes up in the small hours to eddie looking at him. and it's quiet in the room, and eddie must have been awake for a while because buck doesn't remember taking off his shoes but yeah his shoes are off. and they're both just. staring at each other. sharing breaths again. and they're both gross and sweaty from the piggyback ride and also still wearing their jeans and probably still a bit tipsy. but they're close close close and it's dark and the world outside feels quiet and buck has just. stopped thinking about eddie leaving because how can he think about that when eddie is right here in front of him. and eddie looks at buck's mouth, so buck looks at eddie's mouth. it's a nice mouth to look at. and he hears as much as feels as much as tastes eddie softly say "you gonna kiss me now or would you prefer an engraved invitation?" and he's smiling again and his cheeks are so so so red and how the fuck can buck say no to that? so he kisses eddie, and the "fuck me already" goes unspoken but like. their hands are already reaching and their bodies are already moving and clothes are already coming off and its shaky and messy but it's real, and it's them, and finally buck stops worrying about eddie leaving. eddie holds him too tight and kisses him too deep like these touches are the words he hasn't said. yay. :)

(this got so goopy. sorry. i'm up in my feels today.)

CLAPS AND CHEERS AND APPLAUDS AND POPS BOTTLES wow episode 818 of 911 on abc is literally so beautiful I can’t believe I just got to watch it early by reading this beautiful ask in my inbox 😌 yay for real!!!!!!!!!

[semperama]

Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Ryliver Additional Tags: Bets & Wagers, Sexual Tension, Pining, Character Bleed, Mutual Masturbation Words: ~10,000 Summary:

“It’s definitely happening,” Aisha echoes. She tips her own plastic cup to her mouth, gazing steadily at them over it. “The only real question is who’s hooking up first, Buck and Eddie, or you two.” Oliver wrenches himself out of Ryan’s grasp, sputtering, like someone’s just dumped a drink down his back. “Excuse me, what?” He looks to Kenny for help, but Kenny is already leaning in, rubbing his hands together, his face splitting into a grin. “You mean you don’t already know about the betting pool?”

It's here! Ryliver Bet fic is here! Well, the first chapter is, at least. There's another chapter to come, but I'm hoping that one will come soon. I just had to post what I have, so I'll stop picking at it! Thank you so much for the idea @playinginthunderstorms, and I'm so sorry it took so long. <33

I'm going to tag a few people under the cut who have expressed interest in the snippets I've posted of this before! Sorry if I tag you and you're not interested. Feel free to ignore me. <33 Also sorry if you wanted to be tagged and I forgot! I'm not used to tagging people haha.

@rainscenes, @livesbetweenpages, @the-hwaelweg, @redrosydiaz, @sonofatoasterwaffle, @cranberrymoons, @thatbuddie, @walske, @spaceshipkat, @doitbuckley, @kithmet, @pairofraggedclaws, @mythmagicetc, @wernerherzogs, @plaidalecki, @primal--scream, @frightfullytreeish, @theyarebothgunshot

[majorbuckyegan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!

i have IN MEMORIAM on my TBR!!! it's actually sitting on my desk rn, right beneath the mota book. i'm SO fucking excited to read it, and now that it's got clegan vibes???? fuck me.

THANK YOUUUU 🫶

Ahh no way!! I literally started it because I saw a tiktok comparing it to clegan, and I have not been disappointed so far 🙈 the pining between them so far is unreallllll

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s June ficrec Jamboree.

Hi everyone, happy Summer hiatus! Wow have you all been busy, there's so many incredible stories and art out there right now. I'm back with another round of fic that I've read and loved over the last month. It's a big one!!

As always you can find previous rec lists here.

21 June 2025

a one time thing (every time) by @fcntasmas back with a bang, this is a 40k 'what if Buck and Eddie were 'platonically' hooking up all along ever since 2x01, but didn't mean to catch feelings along the way' fic, with Eddie having feelings realisation first and spiralling accordingly. Completely gripping and an emotional rollercoaster, these two dummies can be soooo stupid (in love.) - I also adored the season 9 spec fic with Buck and Sophia Diaz roommates.

the taking of station 118 by pinkdoughnut was JUST what I needed to read post season 8 - with the firefam still grieving, Chim steps into the role of Captain, and right into our spec season 9 opening disaster AND a firehouse hostage situation. Brilliantly characterised team dynamics and some lovely buddie along the way.

hope is a well with no bottom (but you make me feel full) by @facewithoutheart super horny slightly voyeuristic Eddie keeps accidentally coming home early during roommate era whilst Buck is hooking up with people in his private time, and conspires to manifest this for himself. Hot and silly and fun.

let every man be master of his time by @illgetmerope a timeloop fic! Buck wakes up on his day off...and a frantic Eddie arrives on his doorstep. You see Eddie's been stuck in a loop and Buck keeps dying of a suspected aneurism, no matter how early he flies back from El Paso to warn him. When Buck inadvertently gets dragged into the loop with him, he assumes he's having another coma dream! How many loops will it take to figure it out? I loved the claustrophobia and sense of ever increasing desperation but also the way that feelings clicked into place through time (it's giving me Window of Opportunity, iykyk.)

on nights when i'm hollow by @sonofatoasterwaffle angry hurt/comfort with not too much comfort at first grief hook up fic, following the kitchen fight scene. This one is visceral and has claws and I loved it a lot. When you love someone so much you know exactly the right way to hit them where it hurts.

you need to cry, baby by @roosterseresin 'The first time it happens it scared the shit out of Eddie.' Buck keeps crying during sex (but in an affirming way). Cathartic and sweet, and overflowing with feeling (just like Buck.)

Getting Better All the Time by @glorious-spoon 'Buck walks in on Eddie watching porn. It escalates from there.' oh weewookinkmeme how you have blessed us so! We're gonna have to stain guard the couch. Such a lovely build of tension and embarrassment and succumbing to horniness.

four thousand miles to you by @spaceshipkat okay but Kat has been keeping us FED this month!! I literally couldn't pick which fic to rec at first so go read them all, but oh this one really stuck with me. 'It’s been over two months of chasing Buck across the country, from state to state to state, following a trail he suspects Buck doesn’t realize he’s dropping breadcrumbs on. If he did, Eddie worries he’d stop sending the postcards, and they’re his only clues.' I love postcard fic, and the chase and almosts and bubbling undercurrents of hurt and love and hope runs throughout. Gorgeous!

if food be the language of love (eat up!) by @chronicowboy Buck's learned love language is food, via Bobby. So with him gone, he...stops cooking. But soon he realises that maybe he needs this language to communicate with Eddie in the way he knows best. Grief and love and care. Such a beautiful healing journey.

i kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don’t mind by @buckme 'Buck and Eddie get together. The people of LA are blinded by how attractive the two of them are once they're happy, and lots of flirting ensues.' Such an excellent set up, and so much fun to read. Loved the firefam being like, oh no, it's the new couple glow! Brilliant.

After the first time by @starlingbite 'Post season 8 - In which Buck and Eddie rush into sex before talking things through, resulting in Buck panicking ever so slightly in the middle of the night.' This is a short but sweet fic, beautifully sparsely written to show that late night time passing ticking clock, with some deeply relatable oh shit now what insomnia!

tux and flipper by @bisexualbellamyblake look something you have to know about me is I love me a gay penguin metaphor...can name you at least two gay penguin published stories to read right now, and am very delighted that buddie now have their own! 'Eddie comes out to Buck; Buck thinks he wants to go to the zoo.' So funny and delightfully endearing.

crawling back to you by @islandoforder 'post season 8, Buck confesses his feelings, Eddie lets him down as gently as he can, and they both try to figure out how to be just friends.' In which Eddie bluescreens, Buck and Eddie both go through seven depths of hell and introspection and panic, and eventually everything works out. Oh this one gave me so many emotions, gorgeously built up, and such a well crafted grasp on the quiet devastation of trying to stop things from changing when they already have.

pink like the inside of your by @themisally and finally I am dropping to my knees like an oasis in a desert and bowing down to this weewookinkmeme henren fic, in which Hen has made a deck of colour-coded flashcards to revise for her anatomy final, before Karen convinces her to try a more practical revision approach. So so sensual and erotic, dear god, I am so so so happy this gorgeous f/f fic exists. How many times is it possible to reread it in a week, asking for a friend?

Let's call it there for this month or I'll take up half your dash, but if you can't wait until July, don't forget to check out my daily ficrec tag, where there's even more goodness from this talented fandom!