#Fin's 911 fic

[finduilasclln]

lights will guide you home

Oh hey, I wrote a small 6.11 coda. \o/ I miraculously found some time to write right after seeing last night's episode this morning. This is quick and un-betad, and I'll try and tidy it up a bit before posting on AO3 but I wanted to post on Tumblr before I read any other 6.11 codas and decided this one couldn't hold a candle to those others, so... Title so very obviously taken from "Fix You" by Coldplay.

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lights will guide you home

“A teacher, huh?” Eddie asks, bringing Buck a drink even though Buck insisted he could get it himself. But Eddie has this need to do things for Buck, even if it is just getting him a glass of water. He’s felt powerless for too long. Too long that Buck was in that coma. 

“Yeah,” Buck says, shaking his head slightly. “Not sure where that came from.” 

“It makes sense,” Eddie says as he sits down next to Buck at the dinner table instead of opposite him, needing to have Buck within arm’s reach. “You’re full of knowledge and you’re great with kids.” 

Buck preens a little at Eddie’s words. “Yeah?” 

“Stop fishing for compliments,” Eddie smiles softly because it’s easier than telling Buck all the ways in which he’s incredible. 

“I don’t know,” Buck grins, his fingers wrapped around the glass of water, leaving marks in the condensation. “Feels like maybe I earned a few after what I’ve been through the last few days?”

“Lying in a hospital bed, letting the machines do all the work for you?” Eddie teases, because Buck is fine. Buck is alive. Buck is back here with him. And if Eddie thinks too hard about it he’s going to crack and he doesn’t think Buck needs that right now. 

“Ouch,” Buck says, mock-offended. He brings his hand up to his chest, “Too soon.” 

Eddie reaches out and squeezes Buck’s arm reassuringly, desperate for that connection. 

“Besides,” Buck continues, “There was a hell of a lot more going on than me just lying there.” 

“Like being a teacher? Your brother being alive?” Eddie asks, going off of what Buck’s been saying. 

“Yeah…” Buck says, suddenly lost in thought. 

“Sounds nice though,” Eddie prods a little bit, studying Buck’s face. 

“I - ” Buck starts, then shakes his head. “It wasn’t right. Daniel - I. Yeah, I would have wanted - ” His fingers trace lines in the condensation on his glass. “But it wasn’t right. Maddie and Doug. Bobby. You.” 

“What about me?” Eddie asks carefully, because that’s the one thing Buck hasn’t quite elaborated on. It makes something inside of Eddie’s stomach twist. 

“You weren’t there,” Buck simply says, taking a sip of water. 

“I wasn’t?” Eddie asks, a sudden pang of disappointment going through him. Buck went through this life-altering thing where everything was meaningful and important and Eddie - wasn’t there? 

Buck shakes his head, pressing his lips together like there’s something he’s not quite saying. Eddie wants to push but at the same time he’s not sure he wants to know. 

“You weren’t,” Buck says, contemplative, “Everything was different and messed up. I mean, my parents were great. They were present, they cared, they - they loved me.” 

“Far be it for me to defend them,” Eddie says softly, because Buck needs to know, “But I think they do, Buck. However they choose to show it or fail to show it a lot of the time, they do love you.” 

“I know,” Buck says, nodding as he looks at Eddie. “It was just different in the dream. I thought it was what I wanted, that family, with Daniel. But - ” He takes a deep breath. “Everything else was just wrong. I knew I couldn’t stay there.” 

“I’m glad you didn’t,” Eddie whispers. He doesn’t know to what extent he believes Buck had a conscious choice in coming back to them, in surviving. But either way he’s glad Buck made it back to them. To him. 

“I didn’t have you,” Buck says with a shrug, like he’s aiming for nonchalant but he’s missing by a mile. 

“I’m not sure if I should be offended by that, by the way,” Eddie says in a manner that he hopes comes across as teasing, even though he knows there’s way too much truth in it. 

“No, but see, that’s the thing,” Buck says, his hand finding its way on top of Eddie’s on the table. “If nothing else, it wasn’t right because you weren’t there.” 

“Buck,” Eddie whispers, the warmth of Buck’s hand on his grounding him. 

“It could have been everything I wanted, and it still wouldn’t have been - ” Buck takes another deep breath. “Nothing’s right if you’re not in my life.” 

And Eddie knows how that feels, has spent days thinking about the possibility of Buck not making it out of his coma, of Buck not being in Eddie’s life anymore, and nothing about it was right. 

“I thought I lost you,” Eddie says under his breath, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of Buck’s skin against his. “I tried to get your heart beating again, I watched you lie there on a ventilator thinking it was all over. I snuck my son into the ICU because I knew we needed to be together, even if just for one last time, and - ” When he looks up again, Buck’s looking straight at him with wet blue eyes. 

“I came back to you,” Buck says, their hands now a tangled mess of fingers clinging to each other. 

“Thank you,” Eddie whispers, leaning his forehead against Buck’s. He can feel stray tears making their way down his cheek but he just lets them flow. It’s Buck, and he doesn’t need to hide. 

They stay like that for a while, leaning into and holding onto each other. Eddie doesn’t need to know anything else about Buck’s dream if Buck is not volunteering to share. He knows all he needs to know. Buck made it back to him, and all is right with the world again. 

#Buddie #Buddie fic #Fin's fic #Fin's Buddie Fic #911 #911 fic #Fin's 911 fic #6.11 coda #911 Spoilers #Evan Buckley #Buck #Eddie Diaz #Evan Buck Buckley #Coda fic

[whoify]

I desperately need a follow up to the drunk Buck thinking Eddie is Tommy fic. DESPERATELY

omggg i’m so glad you liked it!! i wasn’t planning to go any further with this one just bc i already wrote my ideal version of buck/eddie getting together with tommy in the picture, so i think a continuation of this one would end up looking really similar. however i will ramble in the tags about what a follow up could look like if anyone is so inclined ✨

#so i think buck does actually forget come morning. and obviously they wake up in the same bed and he’s kind of like wtf but it’s not that w #weird bc he’s also fully in his clothes and the most hungover ever so. whatever yk. and he like pats eddie on the shoulder as they’re gettin #getting ready as they do and eddie jumps like a mile high bc the last time buck was touching him he was trying to get into his pants #so buck is like okayyy what gives. and irl eddie would probably be like nothing lol but for the purpose of fic he could be like yeah you wer #were pretty confused last night. you thought i was tommy. and buck is like jfc i didn’t do anything weird did i. and eddie is like nooo no n #no no no. no everything is fine. and then he prob has a sad moment watching buck and tommy dance together at the wedding and then it bleeds #into my generic buck/eddie via buck/tommy fic. FIN. #oh also i set a rule when i started making notes for this that i wasn’t allowed to try to touch the larger plot of the show lol i did Not wa #want to start guessing about whatever the fuck happens to chimney. so that is another reason i will prob not continue bc it’s meant to be li #like plausibly canon verse. ANYWAY THANK YOU!! #also this is a perfect glimpse into what my drafting process looks like #asks #911 abc

[yatgb]

okay so @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut has the idea for Comiseration Monday, where since ao3 is down instead of recommending a fic we share from a current wip we're making so im just gonna go for it to keep giving myself motivation for this harmony fic LMFAO (im not in the 911 lone star fandom so sorry op for randomly tagging you with splatoon XD)

Harmony was awake, but she wasn't moving. Her blanket was hiked high over her shoulders, and the afternoon sun was already beating down hard, making the heat nearly unbearable under the thick comforter. She couldn't care. A familiar rustling in her hair is what stirred her more awake. Her little black clownfish was scrubbing itself along her tendrils, tugging in a few places. She was half-tempted to sting it, even though she knew that wouldn't have done anything. "What are you doing?" She decided to ask. "Your ties fell off," it mumbled. "And I'm keeping clean." "Gross." She reached a hand up and grabbed a bundle of tendrils to pull them under the blanket. "I don't want your fish flakes on my hair." "Then brush it out." It scrubbed itself closer to her scalp, tugging at her tendrils. "You need to get up." Harmony blinked at the wall. "I don't have any plans." "I'm hungry." "I'll feed you later." If she remembers. Another tug on a tendril. "You're hungry." "I'll eat later." No, she won't. "You didn't eat yesterday. It's almost noon." The fish nibbled on her bangs, its fin patting against her cheek. "You're hungry." Maybe she was, but she couldn't feel it right now. She could hardly feel anything except the heat waves coursing through her body. All her tears were spent by now, her chest was hollow and empty. Her pillowcase was soaked in drool by now, but she couldn't muster the will to move. Her brain kept drawing a blank, and every time it drifted back to a certain someone, she couldn't even feel her throat closing up until it was hard to breathe. Her fish nestled itself into her hair splayed over her bed, given up on getting her to move. She knew it was right, she needed to get up and eat, but all she wanted to do was go back to sleep.

Her stomach growled. "Eat something," her fish mumbled. She uncurled her arm from her stomach, to reach over to her nightstand for her phone. "Okay. Fine." Anything to get you to shut up. 

#splatoon #chirpy chips #should i have my own writing tag??? maybe #anyway <3 this is bc i think harmony can have a lot of feelings #i love her now

[datleggy]

Hi this is Original prompter for Like We Never Loved at All and I just reread the entire fic. I just wanted to let you know that it is still so freaking amazing every time I take a look at it. You are an amazing writer and I am actually sad to see that there is only one chapter left! I also saw that you are doing a SWAT Buck fic and it literally has me bouncing in my seat with excitement. Hope you update soon and thank you so much for taking the time with my prompt, it means the world!!!!

#ask #prompt #like we never loved at all #and im SO CLOSE #por fin #911 fox #buddie #fic

[adarafaelbarba]

So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me.

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

#adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo #law and order svu #one chicago #chicago pd #chicago fire #chicago med #kingsman #marauders #fantastic beasts #outlander #a discovery of witches #marvel #mayans mc #karen hosts a bingo

[giorno-plays-piano]

I LIVE for your exophilia Bucky and Steve fics, Drider/spider Bucky is my LIFE, if you could do centaur, naga or mermaid, please. I just love this so much!

Okay, it was supposed to be a short request, but it had somehow evolved into a oneshot. Thank you for this awesome idea!

Blood in the water

Pairing: merman!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, attempted kidnapping, non-grapic depiction of violence.

Words: 2125.

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You had never truly believed in the existence of fantastic creatures despite all those rumors about mermaids living in the Triskelion sea. Sure, at some point people thought they shared the Earth with centaurs, sirens, griffons, and all those divine beasts, but you lived in the era of rapid scientific progress, Internet, and space-based technologies. No one in the right state of mind believed in fairies and unicorns.

However, you did like this little town: there was something charming in its narrow streets and a hundred years old buildings, lovely hydrangeas in flowerpots standing outside of the houses and small family cafes here and there. It was a nice place to have a vacation, especially after a crazy year in a big city where streets were always full of people, regardless of time.

You rented a nice little cottage close to the seashore for a month and were now enjoying your morning coffee, sitting on a wide wooden windowsill. The sun was barely up, and you smiled, wrapping a blanket around your bare shoulders. It was such a beautiful morning when the sky was a lovely shade of pink, the sea so unusually quiet. There definitely was something magical in it.

Watching the sea with your window open, you inhaled its smell deeply, closing your eyes. When you opened them in a second, you suddenly saw something glowing far away from you, on a small rock surrounded by water. Your eyes grew wide - it was not something, it was someone. It was a living being. You just saw its enormously huge scaly tail when the creature slipped back into the sea as if it knew you were watching it.

Oh dear.

You immediately left your half-emptied cup on the windowsill and jumped down, hurrying to the door while keeping the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. What was that? How huge was that fish? What could it even be? All those questions were making you speed up, and you rushed to the small pier right next to your cottage, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious creature again.

But once you were standing on the wooden boards barefoot, shivering from the sudden cool sea breeze, the waters were quiet just like before, not a sound coming from that direction. The creature had disappeared as fast as it emerged, and you were staring at the dark waters again, thinking of whether you saw that enormous fish at all or was it some trick of the light. Maybe you really watched too many fantasy movies on Netflix yesterday. Smiling at the though, you fixed the blanket, covering yourself some more, and inhaled the cool morning air deeply. Whether or not there was a huge fish, it wasn’t really important. You didn’t know how to swim anyway and wouldn’t get into the water far.

When you went to the town to have lunch, you did ask the elderly lady serving customers whether there was some peculiar type of marine animal living in the waters of Triskelion sea, but she just smiled at you and asked you not to come too close to the shore at night.

“It’s not good you live so far from the town,” she said quickly before moving to the other table, gathering empty dishes.

Did she mean it was unsafe to be out of the house at night? Was there like a gang gathering close to the sea or something? You nervously nodded to her, growing a bit concerned. Your landlord didn’t tell you anything about that.

Well, in case of emergency you could barricade the door and call 911. The phone worked perfectly, you thought while walking the streets, buying nice little souvenirs for your friends and colleagues. You actually bought a baseball bat just in case.

Hurrying home before it got dark, you clenched the big bag with a takeout. You asked the girl behind the counter about being on the shore at night, and she confirmed it wasn’t wise. Unfortunately, she didn’t specify, and you thought that speaking of that gang aloud wasn’t appropriate. The girl was probably scared.

Damn, and there you thought it was a perfect quiet place, ideal for a lonely young woman. Was it really better to leave before you got into any real trouble?

Locking the door and closing the windows, you huffed, irritated neither the agency nor your landlord mentioned this to you. It was unfair and even illegal to do business like that. Thinking whether to call your friends to ask for an advice, you sat in the kitchen, unpacking the amazing carbonara that was still warm and smelled heavenly. Well, it least the cafes here were absolutely awesome.

Once you finished your meal and were drinking tea with milk, still sitting in the kitchen - now you were a little afraid of sitting on the windowsill with an open window where anyone could see you - you suddenly heard some noise from the outside. It was a loud sound of fins crushing the water surface. Was it that odd giant fish again? Still, you were aware of danger of being outside late in the evening, so you simply stayed inside the house.

But then you heard someone screaming.

“Please, help!” The voice was pleading, and you stood up quickly, grabbing your bat. “HELP!”

The next moment you were running to the sea shore with a life preserver in one hand and a bat in the other. Someone was drowning in the sea, and you couldn’t fucking swim. Blood rushed to your head when you saw a man tangled in a large fishing net attached to the pierce, and you immediately run to him, dropping to your knees.

“Please! I can’t-” He was fighting the ties binding him, almost screaming in hysterics when you approached him. “I can’t breathe! HELP!”

In complete darkness when the only source of light was the moon shining high up into the sky, you were struggling to see how the man literally wrapped in the net, striking about in the water like a stranded fish. When you got close, throwing your hands to the stranger, he jumped at you right away, leaning closer and trying to climb to the pier. He almost made you fall into the water, but you managed to grab wooden pole with one hand and stand on your knees.

“I’m here! Wait, wait!” You were hurriedly grasping the net, seeing literally nothing in the dark. “I’ll help!”

You could hear the stranger crying, his huge figure shaking terribly, and rushed to tug on the ties, desperately trying to untangle him. You spent a few minutes like that before you had finally freed him, pulling the net up and throwing it on a wooden boards - it was so big you could literally cover the whole pier with it. How did it end up here?

Deadly tired from all the pulling, you gave the stranger your hand again to drag him to the pier, but suddenly he moved away from your arm. He was neither crying not screaming anymore, strangely silent, and you stared at his handsome face, still red from tears. How come? He was able to swim, wasn’t he? Breathing hard from all the struggle, you blinked, wiping the sweat from your forehead.

“Thank you,” the man finally said, coming closer again, and you realized there was something huge in the water right beneath him - you saw an enormous scale tail gleaming in the sea when the moonlight illuminated the waters.

It wasn’t some fish. It was the man’s tail. You saw the scales covering his hips when he got up, getting on the pier where you sat. Instinctively, you crawled back, both charmed and horrified with what you were seeing.

Dear god, he was a merman.

While you stared at him, opening your mouth as if it were you who was suffocating, the man smiled widely, watching you gawk at him. He wasn’t concerned at all, flashing his tail carelessly. “Thank you for saving me, human woman. You are truly fearless.”

Well, you weren’t so sure anymore, gazing at the unbearably handsome merman whose voice was so deep and silky it could drive any girl crazy. You were still scared of him though, knowing little whether he wanted to thank or hurt you - you even read some tales where mermaids were eager to eat sailors if they stumbled upon them in the sea.

But he looked so magnificent. His clear blue eyes were shining bright in the darkness, cheeks a lovely shade of pink, hair like a pure gold in the moonlight. His shoulders were wide, and you could see he was athletically built with his tufty, solid arms. Besides, how could a man with a smile as kind as his be a threat to you, the one who had saved him from the net? Reluctantly at first, you slowly got closer to him, watching his cheerful face. He was happy you weren’t afraid of him.

“What is your name?” He asked, suddenly getting closer so you ended up nose to nose with him.

The merman smelled like salt and seaweed, and when he wrapped his long fingers around your wrist, you whispered nervously, “Y/N.”

“I am Steven.” He grinned at you, rubbing the tip of your nose with his wet one. “I will be forever in your debt.”

“B-but how did you end up in the net? I’ve never heard of people fishing here.” You mumbled, your face flooding with embarrassment at being so close to the handsome stranger.

“Oh, they don’t fish. They try to catch us, the merfolk.”

His gaze turned sad as he touched your cheek with his nose and backed away, getting into water again while you crawled closer to him. So, that was it. That’s why they didn’t want you on the shore late in the evening - they were starting the mermaids hunt. God, how could they? Why did they try to harm these gorgeous creatures, unmistakably as intelligent as people were?

You felt sorry for the man, bending over to him as he stared into your face, still smiling. Gently cupping your cheeks with his wet palms, he rose up to give you a quick peck on the lips, apparently, having very little shame to do it to someone he only met a couple of minutes ago. Feeling terribly embarrassed, you thought that maybe it was merfolk’s way to thank someone and just nodded.

“Are you going to be okay, Steven?” You asked him, barely realizing you were leaning closer and closer to him while he kept getting down in the water.

“Yes.” He answered barely audible, kissing you again while gently touching your hair. “Come closer, love.”

You went even deeper, enchanted by his lovely voice.

“Closer.”

You didn’t realize the merman was luring you into the water until he pulled your face down, and your head ended up in the sea. As you opened your mouth, the water rushed inside it, and you were quickly becoming suffocated. But was scaring you more than drowning was the face of the most handsome man you had ever seen - the sclera became dark, making his eyes looking extraterrestrial, frightening. The next second you saw Steve opening his toothy mouth, and the world turned pitch black.

The pain shooting through your neck made you scream, gulping down salty sea water, and you fell down from the pier completely. You couldn’t breathe, kicking and fighting and struggling in merman’s arms until he let go of you, and you immediately grabbed the life preserver that fell into the water along with you. Keeping kicking furiously to keep Steve away, you clenched the wooden pole.

You didn’t know how you managed to pull up, getting back to the pier while merman was hissing something behind your back, trying to get closer to you. Despite you had no strength left, you were crawling to the shore on your knees, crying from the pain - blood was still seeping from your neck.

“You can’t get away from me!” Steve grinned wickedly, shouting to you. “I’ve marked you, love! You won’t have a mate other than me!”

Deaf to his shouts, you kept crawling until you felt the ground beneath your palms.

What did you know about the merfolk living in the Triskelion sea? Why didn’t you think it was them who were hunting people, luring innocent souls into the water with their pleas and crying? Of course, you didn’t know it was the mating season, and the mark Steve left on your neck would never fade away, scarring your gentle skin.

Why didn’t you leave the town, knowing you were in danger? Now you were bound to him, the cold, merciless creature who would stop at nothing to have you.

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Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki   ​@helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin ​@void-hoechlin @abyssaint @heeeyitskay @chris-evans-indian-fanfic @navegandoaciegas @rosalynshields @brattycherubwrites @sllooney @angrythingstarlight @lovelydarkdaydream @soleil-dor @lookiamtrying @buckysbunny

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[xukunstellation]

Big Bro || Lin Yanjun

Title: Big Bro Pairing: Reader x Yanjun Genre: OlderBrother!AU + slice of life) Word Count: 1483 words Summary: You and your older brother may not always get along, but you know that he’ll always have your back. Warning: mentions of cheating

A/N: This is the first time I’ve ever written a sibling au, so this is exciting! I would love to have Yanjun as an older brother tbh. Happy reading!

oof can you imagine yanjun as your older brother tho

i can only imagine he’d be two things

a blessing

and a headache lmao

onward to the fic

you and yanjun shared the typical sibling relationship 

which means constant fighting and teasing from both parties

the two of you can’t go a day without being at each other’s neck tbh

1 like = 1 prayer for your poor parents who have to go through their kids bs everyday

normal occurrences usually go like this

“yanjun don’t eat the food that’s in the fridge”

“oh, you mean the three slices of pizza on the top shelf? too late lmao”

“lin yanjun istg i will eND YOU”

or

“yo bro i need $20″

“get lost, loser. why would i give you my hard earned money?”

“oh, ig that’s fine. in that case, you wouldn’t mind if i told mom about how it was you who knocked over her favorite vase but blamed it on the cat instead, right?”

“...”

“slide in an extra $10 and i also wont tell her that it ocurred the same night you snuck out to zhangjing’s party”

“i hate you”

also let’s not forget 

“LIN YANJUN GTFO OF THE SHOWER! IT’S BEEN TWO HOURS AND I HAVE TO PEE”

ofc things weren’t always so bad

usually when hell freezes over

for example

yanjun and you had this sort of ritual where he drives you both to the nearest fast food place at two in the morning once a week

it was your way of bonding with each other and what better way to bond than over food?

yanjun was also your own personal chauffeur and drove you around his fancy motorcycle whenever you needed to get places

this idiot named his motorcycle angle angel 

in return, you often helped sneak him into the house whenever he was out longer than he was supposed to

you joked that he was going through his rebellious phase

except that it occurred 24/7 365 days a year

one time he tried to climb in through your bedroom window at 4 in the morning

you almost dialed 911 on him bc you thought he was an intruder

ffs yanjun wyd

in short, you both had your moments where you actually got along for once

unfortunately, this was not one of those times

you angrily stormed into your older brother’s room, slamming his door open as it hit the wall with a loud bang

“what the hell is your problem? can’t you knock?” yanjun glared, removing his headphones off his head

“cough it up,” you demanded, holding out your hand impatiently

“what are you even talking about?”

“my watch! the expensive silver one that dad gave me for my birthday”

“look (y/n), sorry to burst your bubble but i don’t have your watch”

you raised your voice in anger, “stop lying! i know you stole it from me after i saw you eyeing it the other day”

annoyed with the accusation, yanjun’s glare intensified and his voice yelled back even louder, “i didn’t steal anything, idiot! maybe if you learn to be more responsible, you’ll stop losing things!”

you groaned in frustration, flipping him the finger and stomping out of his room. you didn’t have time for this.

after the fight, you were running late for your date with your partner who you’ve been seeing recently

when you arrived at the restaurant, you were shocked to see your partner in the arms of another person. you watched as the two of them exchange kisses with their arms wrapped around each other

*insert ‘oh hell no’ vine here*

you marched your way over to them, picked up a glass of water and splashed it all over your partner’s face

they were obviously a v thirsty mofo

the entire restaurant went silent bc oh shiiiiiit

somebody call worldstarhiphop 

“you cheater! you make me absolutely sick. we’re over. i deserve a lot better than your sorry ass” you scowled

yaaaas you go king/queen

the entire restaurant literally broke out into applause and whistles for you

wow where can i get that kind of support

even with the cheers, you were understandably still really pissed

huffing, you walked over to the nearest bus station down the street

you cursed when you realized you had just missed your bus back home and the next one wouldn’t be for another hour

rummaging in your bag for your phone, your fingers grazed against something cool

pulling it out, you realized it was your silver watch that you had accused yanjun of stealing earlier that day

a wave of guilt washed over you

not only did you get cheated on but you felt like the world’s shittiest little sibling ever

scrolling through the contacts on your phone, your thumb hovered over yanjun’s contact name

you debated whether or not you should call him to give you a ride. both of your parents were at work and you knew he was still most likely at home at this time

but would he even pick up your call?

after a few seconds of hesitance, you settled for texting him instead

you: they cheated on me. please take me home.

honestly you didn’t expect him to text you back since he usually needed time to cool down after fighting. you mentally prepared your self for the long walk home.

to your surprise, yanjun immediately texted you back

the adopted sibling 🙄 : stay where you are. i’m coming to get you.

after texting him the details of your location, it didn’t take long for him to show up on his noble steed motorcycle. offering you a small smirk, you returning it with a small smile. he tossed you the spare helmet and you strapped it on before hopping on behind him

the two of your drove in silence but not necessarily an awkward silence. it was more so yanjun not wanting to force you to say anything until you were ready. you were also trying to wrap your mind around how hectic this day was.

“yanjun? are you still mad at me?” you asked when he stopped at a red light

“mad at you? nah. i’m over it. your ex? i’m going to kill them” he replied

you smacked his shoulder, rolling your eyes with a snort as he pretended to wince in pain “if you end up in jail, can i keep all of your things?”

“wow i go through the lengths of getting revenge on your ex for you and all you care about is keeping my things? i’m no star student but i’m pretty sure that’s not how it works”

you grinned, “in my world it does”

once he started driving again, you started to notice you both were going in the wrong direction

“hey, i know i’m not the best at directions but i’m pretty sure we just missed the turn to our house”

“that’s bc we aren’t going home. we’re gonna go to our favorite diner so you can eat your weight in food”

“i do not-- ok you know what, you got me there”

“thought so”

being the awesome older brother he was, he let you order whatever you wanted on the menu and even paid for it all. he saw you were still a little down, so he even tried to make you laugh by telling you more of his lame jokes

which honestly made you want to cry more than your break up bc his jokes were so bad

when will he ever learn tbh

“i’m sorry for accusing you of stealing my watch earlier today. you’re right, i should be more responsible with my things,” you apologized sheepishly, poking at your ice cream sundae

“don’t worry about it, kid, it happens. you’re definitely more responsible than i am. that’s for sure,” he chuckled, leaning forward to steal a scoop of your sundae

“woah buddy, hands off! you have your own!”

“yours looks better than mine!”

“we literally have the same order!”

and so you both went back to being the bickering pair of siblings we all know and love

the next time you saw your ex, you saw them freaking out from their car being towed away

was your eyes deceiving you or did you see slashed tires?

when you went to question yanjun about it, he acted as if he had no idea what you were talking about

“bro, what did you do to my ex’s car?”

“nothing you can prove”

yes you’re big brother was hella annoying

and yes he did drive you absolutely nuts

but you knew that at the end of the day

you knew that you both loved each other

you would always be there for him

and yanjun would always be there for you

fin

i dont have any brothers irl

but if i did

i wouldn’t mind him being yanjun tbh

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fic: two for mirth 49/?

Coming back up is slow. Everything is a blur, soft focus. The walls of a hospital room appearify, white-beige, and no window. He can hear footsteps, voices outside the room but it feels like he’s under water. There’s an entertainment screen that’s showing some wiggler progam that he has just enough wit to feel vaguely indignant about. There’s a chair by his bed, and curled up in it in a way that can’t be comfortable, there’s…

“Dave,” Karkat says. His voice rasps and he can’t seem to do more than a creaky little whisper.

Dave stirs, seems a little confused himself, then almost falls out of the chair as he scrambles upright. “Karkat,” he says, voice too loud, and also painfully relieved. “Hey, you’re awake,” Dave says in a more even tone, obviously trying to cover for almost falling over. He moves in closer, caresses Karkat’s cheek. “You’ll do anything to avoid meeting the family, huh?” Dave smiles a slight, shaky little smile that makes Karkat’s bloodpusher stutter with entirely flushed pity.

“That’s exactly what happened,” Karkat says, smiling in return. “Water?”

“Why settle for water, when you can have AJ?” Dave says, and comes up with a sealed bottle of apple juice. He raises the bed a bit, opens the bottle. With some fumbling and some assistance from Dave, he’s able to take a sip.

“Is Jade all right?” Karkat asks after taking another sip.

“You took most of the bullets,” Dave says. “One went right through you, and got her in the gut, but she’s otherwise okay. Apparently has a subjugglator girlfriend now, but fine.”

Karkat makes a confused noise, not quite able to wrap his mind around it, or form words to question it.

“Yeah, I don’t know either,” Dave says. “I literally don’t know anything at all, except for what’s on the news, since I’m not actually next of kin or a quadrant and the only reason they let me stay in here was because they thought I was going to fly off the handle otherwise. Want me to call the doctorturer?”

Karkat hums at that, then gathers together enough of his scattered brain cells to reach up, and pap Dave on the cheek. “No flying off handles,” he says, and frowns.

Dave’s laugh has a decidedly watery sound to it. He presses Karkat’s hand to his cheek, then kisses Karkat’s palm. “Okay, sure. I can do that.”

“News, then doctortur,” Karkat says.

“You sure you’re going to be able to be awake for it?” Dave asks.

Karkat hums and frowns at Dave. He glances meaningfully at the screen, and Dave laughs and comes up with the remote. It takes some searching before they find a news segment handling the assassination attempt. The news reports that the snipers had been caught, and that his moirail was on his way. He tries to tell Dave to get a hold of Eridan, but he’s asleep before he can put the words together.

He’s a little more clearheaded when he wakes up. He learns from the nurse and the doctor that he’d been shot several times in the in the back and the gut. His aeration sponge had been hit; two had gone through his digestion tubes, and one lodged itself in his hip. He’d lost a lot of blood, and there had apparently been some problem finding him a donor. (Absolutely no surprise there.) A subjugglator named Leonis Myrmic apprehended one of the shooters; police caught the second five days later. Karkat had been out of it for more than a week. It seems that Jade had been targeted by a racist group with an intense hatred for the repatriated. Aside from informing the police, Jade hadn’t done anything about it.

Awake, things become extremely busy. He has to talk to the police investigators, and then Ampora. Eridan is shaky, angry and swearing to cull the (human) security detail, who had missed the shooters. “I’m pretty sure culling is illegal here,” Karkat says.

“I’ll have ‘em extradited,” Eridan says immediately. “That is, if Makara doesn’t go after ‘em first.”

“Gamzee isn’t going to cause a diplomatic incident,” Karkat says.

“He flippin’ is a diplomatic incident!” Eridan shouts.

Eridan’s moirail, expression serene, reaches up and quite brazenly paps him. Eridan’s fins flutter win embarrassment, but he settles. “I’m sure the Emissary knows his moirail’s mind better than you, love,” Gernuk says affectionately.

“What mind,” Eridan and Karkat accidentally chorus.

“Seriously, Eridan,” Karkat says, half a beat after that. “He’s grown up a lot.”

“To be the whimsical head of a cult of murderpranking loonies,” Eridan mutters. “All right, it’d be a bad idea to keep him away, anyway.” He glares. “But if he culls me because of this outrageous fuckery, I’m haunting your ass, is that understood?”  

“He won’t cull you,” Karkat says, a little exasperated.

Later he hears from Jade, and strangely enough, Leonis Myrmic. They come to visit from across the hall, Jade in a four wheeled device being navigated by Leonis It’s a little strange seeing a Subjugglator pushing a four wheeled device, let alone seeing one with diamonds in their eyes for a human academic-activist. “So, make up dinner, to make up for being my meat shield?” Jade asks after talking around the situation.

“Well, for not telling me you’ve been getting threats,” Karkat says. “Or might be in danger of getting shot by crazy human ‘racists’.”

Jade waves her hands in an exasperated gesture. “Crazy racists are a thing that happens!” she says. “I can’t cave and let them take over my life!”

“You woulda lost yours, sugargrub, if the Emissary hadn’t played ‘meatshield,’” Leonis says.

“You were there too, Lee!” Jade says. She tries to twist around to look at Leonis, and then freezes with a distressed sound, arms cradling her abdomen. “Owww.”

Leonis immediately squats down at the side of the chair. “So I was. You need me to get a doctorturer?” She asks.

“No, just sore,” Jade says. “Stop fussing at me, you’re worse than Dad!”

“Knew there was a reason I liked that damn dog,” Leonis says.  She rises to her feet, and smiles, at Jade, and then oddly at Karkat. “With all the arguing we do, I never expected to come up pale as bone for Jade. I guess he was let to see a punchline when the Mirthful said, ‘Bitch, someday you’re gonna fall in some quadrant with a heretic and Imma gonna have the biggest damn laugh about it.’”

“I’m just glad you didn’t get shot yourself, though honestly, who wears bioarmor to an academic conference!” Jade says, patting Leonis on the arm with a fond little grin. The affection definitely appeared to go both ways.

“Ninjettes who are ready to throw down for the faith,” Leonis says immediately. “And a good thing too.”

Leonis gives a thankfully unrhymed account of directing someone to call 911, then hunting one of the shooters down. (“One motherfucker was already out of range, but I set loose a most holy terror and got the other.”)

The conversation wanders for a bit, and then Jade says. “Okay Lee, you actually have to tell him. ‘Cause he definitely doesn’t remember you!”

“Well damn,” the Subjugglator says.

“Tell me what?” Karkat asks with a frown.

Leonis sighs. “So, a long time ago, I was all being schoolfed on the old Highblood’s flagship. And I was pissed off that the Highblood surrendered to some heretic who was in a moirallegiance with a jokeblood mutant. And I caused shit with the little motherfucker and he near put me through a wall and I gotta strip tore off me afterward, not for losing, but for fucking around like that at all on account quadrants are motherfucking sacred serendipity, even if it’s a fucking joke, especially if it’s a fucking joke. Then I got sent on a most mirthful and holy quest to learn shit and talk about what I learned and made friends with another jokeblood heretic who followed the Signless Cult. And I meet you again and I think, aight, Imma make up for being a nasty little bitch, and I’m sure you’ll know me on sight and fucking hate me but my sister goes, ‘I bet you it’s all in the past for him and he doesn’t remember,’ and now I owe her dinner and a movie, my treat.”

“Oh, you can afford it!” Jade says.

Karkat laughs a little. “Well, I remember a lot of fights, but not necessarily with who.” He tries to remember the face, and the makeup but can’t quite. The clue is the little gap between her front teeth and the arched nose. And yeah, he remembers her now. He isn’t angry, and he doesn’t hate her. He remembers putting up with her bullshit and the fight and someone coming in to mediate. “You changed your face a bit,” Karkat says, meaning her ‘holy face’ or the paint she was wearing. “You thickened the eyebrows and added opposing crescents under your eyes.”

“The face I was using when I was a kid was pretty basic,” Leonis says. “I changed it up while I was wandering around like the do-gooder mendicant from an adventure serial except all scholarly.”

“Well, I’m not sorry you got in trouble, but I don’t hate you,” Karkat says. “And even though I was pretty pissed at you then, it was a pretty long time ago. I’m glad you were on hand to provide back up and help, so we’re even, I guess.”

“Good, now shake and let bygones be bygones!” Jade says.

She is very insistent that they shake on it, so they do. 

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#homestuck #two for mirth #davekat #gladiatorstuck

[finduilasclln]

and what if you might tell me you’ll have to go (and you really really mean it)

(OMG HI. I wrote a missing scene from 7.01! I'm so excited because I haven't written in ages. So yay. Here goes.)

Here on AO3

Buck closes the door behind him with a soft click, leaving Christopher sitting on his bed with his books. He’s not surprised or offended to find Eddie standing there, leaning against the wall. 

Eddie doesn’t meet Buck’s eyes, his gaze cast downward, looking defeated. Like he might shatter any second now. Buck can’t really say he can blame him, feeling much of the same. 

Buck opens his mouth but no words come out. He feels like he already failed one Diaz tonight, he’s not sure he’s ready to fail another one. Although it might be too late for that as well. When Eddie finally pushes himself away from the wall, he tilts his head slightly in the direction of the living room, out of Christopher’s earshot. He doesn’t look behind him to see if Buck will follow. He must know Buck always does.  

“Eddie, I’m sorry,” the words fall out of Buck’s mouth as they step into the living room and they’re enough to snap Eddie’s eyes up to meet his. 

“What are you - ?” Eddie shakes his head, his face in a frown. “No. Buck.” 

“I’m not sure I handled that the way I was supposed to,” Buck says with a slight shrug. Like hearing Christopher talk like that didn’t leave him completely heartbroken. He thinks maybe he should feel like he stepped into something that wasn’t his to step into, but somehow he can never really feel like that with the Diaz family. His family, his brain supplies not so helpfully. He was asked to step in, after all. 

“You did everything right,” Eddie says easily, then rubs his hand over his eyes and sighs. “I - ” He shakes his head, eyes glistening in the soft light of the living room lamp. “This is his idea of women, Buck,” Eddie says eventually, pain marking his face, “You love them and they leave.” 

“Eddie…” Buck whispers, not entirely sure what he wants to say. What is there to say anyway? It’s not like either of them can make Shannon come back. Can make it so she didn’t leave in the first place. 

“No, really, what example am I showing this kid?” Eddie says anguished, already in a full blown circle of self-blame. “Definitely don’t get attached, they’ll leave you anyway. So don’t even bother trying. Better you hurt them than let them hurt you. This is what he’s getting from me?” 

“That’s not true,” Buck tries, seeing the spiral Eddie is falling in and desperately trying to pull him out. 

“No?” Eddie asks, challenging, “His Mom. Ana. They leave me, Buck. And he thinks it’s him they’re leaving.” And isn’t that just breaking Buck’s heart even more into a million little pieces? 

“There’s Marisol,” Buck says, the words falling out of his mouth without permission. They taste a little sour on his tongue, like he knows they’re not quite right. Or maybe that’s just his own wishful thinking sneaking in?  

“Right,” Eddie all but scoffs. 

“What?” Buck asks, somehow incapable of keeping his mouth shut even though it pinches together something in his chest, “Things are going great with her, no?” 

“Right…” Eddie says again, quiet and unconvincing. Like that’s not entirely what he wants to say either. “We’re not - I mean.” He takes a breath before he continues, “Christopher’s met her, but, they’re not - ” 

It shouldn’t be such a relief to Buck, and yet…

“You’ll get there,” Buck says, forcing himself because it’s what Eddie needs right now. “And you’re here, Eds. He has you. You stayed. You’re showing him that.” 

“And you,” Eddie whispers, his gaze locking with Buck’s. There’s something heavy in the air around them, something thick and all consuming in the way Eddie’s looking at Buck.  

“Yeah,” Buck breathes out, not trusting his voice to say anything more. 

“You’re here to stay, aren’t you?” Eddie asks, his voice so vulnerable and fragile that Buck has to stop himself from taking a few steps forward and wrapping his arms around Eddie, holding on tightly. ‘They leave me, Buck.’ Buck knows this isn’t just about Christopher anymore. 

“Of course,” Buck assures him instead of moving towards Eddie, because at least this is something can be brutally honest about. “For as long as you’ll have me.” 

“What if I - ?” Eddie starts, halting abruptly. He looks down at the floor, the hint of a blush on his cheeks hidden away from Buck in the shadow of the tilt of his head. 

“What?” Buck asks, both terrified and desperate to let Eddie finish that sentence. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you broke up with Natalia?” Eddie asks instead. It feels like a U-turn and yet it’s not. 

“I didn’t think, I - ” Buck sighs, shaking his head. Why didn’t he? He knew he didn’t want to make it into a bigger deal than it was. He knew he’d tell Eddie eventually, in passing. Maybe he knew he didn’t want Eddie to ask too many questions, because Buck didn’t want to give too many answers. Not when Eddie was trying to make it work with Marisol. Not when Eddie… Eddie. The root of it all. 

“Why did you break up with her?” Eddie asks, despite Buck having given an explanation to him already, in the locker room. 

Buck shakes his head again, and he knows that even though it seems like they’re not having the same conversation they understand each other anyway. Like they always do. “You weren’t ready.” Buck says instead, an answer to his first question. 

If Eddie asks him to explain, Buck isn’t sure how he’s going to be able to without telling him everything, without giving it all away, giving it all to Eddie. But Eddie seems to understand well enough. Even if the lines aren’t entirely clear, the picture is forming in Eddie’s head, and has been for a long time now, Buck knows that. 

“Am I ready now?” Eddie asks, sounding hopeful somehow, even though Buck knows Eddie needs to get there on his own. It’s his own journey to make. 

“No,” Buck says, a hint of sadness spreading through him. He manages a small - what he hopes to be - encouraging smile. The name Marisol flows through his brain for a second. No. Eddie is not ready yet. 

“But soon?” Eddie says, and it feels more like a confirmation than a question. 

“Yeah,” Buck says, his smile a little bit easier. 

Of course, he thinks. Like it’s an inevitability. And for as long as you’ll have me.

#Buddie #911 #911 7.01 #Buddie fic #Fin's fic #Fin's 911 fic #Fin's Buddie fic #911 on abc #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz

[finduilasclln]

For the romantic dialogue - a buddie 28. 'Your smile brings me so much joy' (because your fic brings me so much joy)

Sooooo, I got this prompt 4 months ago. My excuse for finishing it only now is that I had a baby in the meantime and life has been crazy. Lol. But I think that I am finally finding my rhythm and so I was able to finish this. Sorry for the wait!

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Show me everything we built (on AO3)

“Isn’t that just the best sight in the entire world?” Buck muses with a smile from where they’re sitting at the table, watching Christopher giggle at something that’s on tv. He’s bouncing up and down in Buck’s armchair. 

When he looks over at Eddie seeking confirmation Eddie’s eyes are turned on Buck, not his son. His expression is soft and he looks happy, which instinctively warms something inside Buck’s chest. Like Eddie’s contentedness automatically means Buck’s as well. 

“Right?” Buck nudges when Eddie doesn’t reply immediately. 

“Yeah,” Eddie says, his cheeks rosy and full as he continues to turn that soft smile on Buck. 

“What?” Buck asks, a little self-conscious, a little amused, but mostly fascinated. 

“Nothing,” Eddie says, a small shake of his head as he finally breaks his gaze on Buck and looks down at the empty plate in front of him, rearranging his cutlery in a completely unnecessary way. 

Christopher giggles again - loudly - completely unbothered by the two men observing him. Or one man because when Buck looks over at Eddie again he finds him looking at Buck once more. 

“What?” Buck asks, his face cracking open in a smile at Eddie’s mysterious look. 

Eddie opens his mouth like he’s about to say something but then stops himself, his ears turning a little bit red in embarrassment. 

“Okay, you can’t do that to me,” Buck argues, but his voice is still soft, “‘cause now I feel like I’m missing something completely obvious and I’m making a fool of myself.” 

“You’re not,” Eddie reassures him instantly, shaking his head, “I was just having a - a thought.” 

“Well don’t hurt yourself,” Buck teases with a wink, which earns him a look from Eddie. Christopher’s laughing again in the background but this time Buck’s attention stays on Eddie. “A thought?” 

“Just…” Eddie sighs, like he regrets saying anything and the flush that’s rising on Eddie’s neck fascinates Buck to no end. He wants to trail it with the pads of his fingers. Or maybe the bow of his lips. “Doesn’t matter.” 

“Yeah, no, now I definitely have to know,” Buck says determinedly, crossing his arms in front of him and staring Eddie down. 

“Buck,” Eddie says, a tiny bit exasperated.

“Eddie,” Buck says pointedly. 

“Just that - ” Eddie stops himself again, presses his lips together in that contemplative way of his before he seems to visibly brace himself and finishes his thought, “Your smile brings me so much joy.” 

The words feel like a vacuum, sucking the air out of Buck’s lungs, leaving him a little bit woozy. 

“Eddie…” Buck whispers his name so breathlessly he barely even recognizes his own voice. 

It seems to spark Eddie into action, his head ducked as he abruptly gets off his chair, collecting their dinner plates in a hurry and with a clang. 

“We should probably get going,” Eddie says, his voice somewhat strangled while he starts loading the dishwasher with a little bit too much urgency. “It’s getting kinda late. School and all that.” 

Eddie’s shoulders are stiff as he turns away from Buck, clearly upset by his own escaped confession. And Buck would say something, he wants to say something, he really does. About how it’s not late at all, how they were supposed to play a board game with Chris after dinner, about how it’s a Friday night for God’s sake. Or about how every little bit of Eddie’s being brings Buck oxygen into his lungs, brings sunshine onto his skin, brings warmth into his entire body. 

How all these things are a given in Buck’s world, but he never really entertained the idea that he might give the same to Eddie. 

Buck is still so stunned he didn’t even realize Eddie started rummaging through his Tupperware drawer, probably looking for something to clear away the leftovers and appears to be increasingly annoyed at the fact that he can’t seem to find a matching lid. 

“Eddie,” Buck says again, well aware of the fact that he’s said Eddie’s name entirely too often in the last few minutes without anything substantial to follow it up. 

Eddie is still refusing to meet Buck’s eyes, a stark difference between the way he was looking at Buck mere moments ago, a look filled with such softness and devotion and lov - 

Oh. 

“Eddie,” Buck says with sudden urgency as he springs up off his chair, making his way towards him. 

“I’m sorry,” Eddie mumbles, his gaze still avoiding Buck’s, “Forget I - ”

“No,” Buck says with a shake of his head. “Why would I ever want to forget? Eddie - ” 

“Don’t,” Eddie says, his voice a mere whisper, quietly begging. 

“You’re everything,” Buck breathes out before Eddie shuts down completely, and it’s the thing that finally snaps Eddie’s gaze back towards him. “Me smiling brings you joy? Eddie? Your everything brings me… everything.” 

Eddie’s eyebrows raise, a mix between surprise and faint amusement at Buck’s clumsy attempt at his own confession. 

“Shut up,” Buck smiles with a blush, his hand pushing at Eddie’s chest in the most feeble attempt. It’s not like he actually ever wants to push him away. “You muddled my brain, I can’t even think straight. I’m just - feeling.” 

“What do you feel?” Eddie asks, a little bit of confidence seemingly coming back to him, like he’s finally getting the picture. 

“Like I’m completely and desperately in love with you and I never want to be without you again,” Buck says in one breath. His mouth suddenly feels like it’s too wet and he tries to swallow away his own nerves. Even though it was Eddie that put this in motion. Eddie that - maybe involuntarily - made the first move. 

“That’s - ” Eddie gulps. “A lot.” He looks a bit stunned. 

“Too much?” Buck asks carefully, because isn’t he always too much? Or never enough? 

Eddie’s hand comes up to Buck’s face, fingers hovering over Buck’s jawline. “Never,” Eddie says, shaking his head slightly. Eyes studying Buck’s face carefully. “Is it too much for you?”

“Are you - ?” Buck asks, because it should be glaringly obvious by now and still he needs Eddie to spell it out for him. 

“Completely and madly in love with you?” Eddie asks, a smile spreading over his face, “Yeah, pathetically so. Or did I not embarrass myself enough when I confessed how your smile makes me feel?” 

“I feel like this would be a good moment for you to kiss me,” Buck says, inching closer and closer to Eddie, seeking out his warmth. 

“Yeah?” Eddie smirks, moving so close himself that his nose brushes against Buck’s. He’s a little bit cocky now and damn if it isn’t the sexiest thing Buck has ever seen. “I should be the one to do that, huh?” 

And just for that, Buck is the one to finally lean in and catch Eddie’s lips with his. Eddie doesn’t complain though, he just cups Buck’s face with his hand, the other coming around Buck’s waist, pulling him flush against him. Buck’s arms close around Eddie’s shoulders as he tilts his head just so, moving his lips against Eddie’s gently, exploringly. It feels like a fire burning inside of him and yet something settles comfortingly in his chest at the same time. When Eddie’s thumb caresses his cheek, it feels like Buck’s skin finally fits for the first time. When Eddie’s tongue carefully nudges against the seam of Buck’s lips, Buck welcomes its heat like a sort of coming home. 

It’s all gentle and fairly chaste, as if they both know they have all the time in the world to take this step by step. They won’t miss a single one. 

Eddie sucks Buck’s bottom lip between his before pulling back slightly and Buck can feel it tingling all the way down to his toes. His smile is blinding as he looks at Buck and Buck thinks, Yeah. I know what you mean. Joy doesn’t begin to describe how Eddie’s smile makes Buck feel. 

“If you guys want to keep doing that, we don’t have to play a board game today,” Christopher’s voice suddenly comes out of nowhere, startling them both. 

They don’t exactly jump apart, but leave a little bit more space between each other as they turn towards the boy who’s now leaning against the railing of the stairs, looking at them like he’s a little bit embarrassed for them but also secretly pleased. 

“Chris - ” Eddie breathes out and Buck realizes he’s not the only one who didn’t quite remember Christopher was there. Eddie’s hand stays firmly around Buck’s waist though, which reassures Buck in all kinds of ways. 

“I don’t mind,” Christopher shrugs, like he’s doing them a huge favor, “But I feel like I should get a little bit more Rocket League time today then.” 

Buck can’t help the snort that comes out of him and Eddie chuckles beside him. 

“Right,” Eddie says with a smirk, “That’s awfully generous of you.” 

“I’m just saying,” Christopher says, grinning openly at them now like the little genius mastermind that he is, “You probably wanna keep - ” He waves his hand at them. “Kissing.” His nose scrunches up as he says the last word, like he really doesn’t see the appeal of it. Buck’s not sure if it’s the general idea of kissing that doesn’t hold any interest to Christopher yet, or the idea of his father kissing. He’s kind of hoping for the first, because he’s not quite ready for Christopher to grow up that fast yet. 

Eddie looks at Buck, one eyebrow raised, like he’s considering Christopher’s proposal for a second. Buck can’t help but laugh. 

“Tell you what,” Eddie tells Christopher then, using his Dad voice, “We’re gonna play a board game like we said we would.” Christopher luckily doesn’t look too disappointed. “And then we’re gonna take Buck home with us, and you can play Rocket League in your room for another half hour before bed.” 

Take Buck home with us. Buck definitely likes the way that sounds. 

“While you kiss,” Christopher sing-songs, and he’s definitely teasing now. 

“Smarty pants,” Buck smiles lovingly. “Go pick out a game.” 

Christopher lets out a laugh as he makes his way towards the cupboard where Buck keeps his board games.  

“I mean,” Eddie says softly, for Buck’s ears only, a slight flush on his cheeks, “If that’s - If you’d want to - ?” A little bit hesitant. 

“Come home?” Buck asks hopefully.  

“Yeah,” Eddie says, somewhat timid, like it isn’t everything Buck’s ever dreamed of.  

“Kiss you?” Buck continues, with all that it implies if he stays the night. 

“Whatever you want,” Eddie whispers, and Buck leans in to press his lips against Eddie’s once more. 

“Everything,” Buck says between two kisses.

“You have it,” Eddie replies, his arms tightening around Buck once more. 

And Buck truly feels like he does. 

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I wish you would write a fic where Buck helps Christopher get a Father's Day present for Eddie, and Chris secretly picks one for Buck too <3 --@festival-of-pudding 🍪

Thank you so much for this reply to this prompt asking post! It got me out of my writer's block, it seems.

If anyone else wants to send me a prompt, I'm all ears!

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and go your way in safety : READ ON AO3

Buddie, Buck & Christopher, Fluffy Father's Day fic.

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“How about a nice shirt? Or a sweater?” Buck asks as he peers through the shop window, even though nothing’s really catching his eye that would suit Eddie. 

Christopher lets out a sigh, “No,” as he’s already making his way along to the next window. 

“I don’t know, buddy,” Buck shakes his head a little bit and follows. “Don’t you guys usually make these things at school?” 

“I did,” Christopher says, studying the assortment of watches on display in the jewelry store they’re currently in front of. “But I mean…” He looks up at Buck, giving him that look . “Don’t you think Dad deserves a little bit more than a 6th grade arts and crafts project?” His voice is so serious that Buck almost bursts out laughing. This kid.  

“Point taken,” Buck says with a bemused smile on his face. Your Dad deserves the world , is what he doesn’t say. But they both know it’s true anyway. 

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Kudos, comments, and reblogs are LOVE. It can only encourage me to write more. <3

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I was tagged by the lovely @elvensorceress to share something I'd like to share. *smooch*

So this is a snippet of a WIP that I've had since the beginning of the hiatus that I would really like to continue working on. So me posting this is me kicking myself in the butt to actually do something about it.

Until Eddie lets out a frustrated grunt and pulls back, just enough to sit back down on Buck’s thighs. Buck’s hands leave Eddie’s skin instantly and he freezes as he looks at Eddie. 

“What did I do wrong?” Buck asks, his breath shaky, the taste of Eddie’s skin still on his tongue. 

“Nothing,” Eddie says immediately, but his voice sounds off and Buck can feel his body almost vibrating. 

“I - ” Buck starts, trying to figure out how on earth he’s managed to fuck up the best thing that’s ever happened to him this quickly. “You can tell me.” 

Eddie lets out a sigh, cups Buck’s face gently between his hands and drops his lips against Buck’s. It makes Buck feel mildly better - because surely that means he didn’t somehow disgust Eddie - but frustration is still visible on Eddie’s face. 

“I don’t know how to do this,” Eddie says with a bit of a whine as he pulls back again, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“What do you mean?” Buck asks softly, like he doesn’t want to spook Eddie. 

“This,” Eddie says, finally disentangling himself from his position in Buck’s lap only to start pacing around in the small space between the couch and the coffee table. 

If any of you want to share what you're working on, or what you've had in your WIP folder for ages, consider yourself tagged!

#WIP #Fin's fic #Fin's Buddie fic #Fin's 911 fic #Tagged in #Elvensorceress #Buddie

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Welcome to my Buddie Fic Rec List!

Since I read so many Buddie fics, and some of them are so good, I thought I’d share them in some handy lists. I’ll be posting them in different categories, and you will be able to find all the posts HERE.

Disclaimer: Always read the tags and warnings! Also, tastes differ. These are my personal favorites, which doesn’t mean they’ll automatically be yours of course.

If you want to reblog and add some of your own favorites that fit the category, please be my guest! I always love discovering new fics. I will also add new recs of my own whenever I stumble upon them.

One last thing: Please like and comment when you’ve had a nice read. It means so much to authors to hear your thoughts! And don’t hesitate to share this post and spread the love for these fics around!

Buddie Fic Rec: "Lightning Strike / Buck's Coma".

Fics that are dealing with episodes 6.10 and 6.11 aka Buck getting hit by lightning and his subsequent coma. (Speculation as well as canon compliant)

It only falls into place when you're falling to pieces, by justhockey || 4759 words ||

“You don’t deserve him,” Eddie says. “You never have, and you never will.”

And then he hangs up the phone and lets out a ragged breath - one it sounds like he’s been holding for much longer than the length of that conversation.

It makes Buck’s fingers itch with the urge to reach out and touch him. He’s reached through fire and over cliff sides, across blood-soaked asphalt and between a decades worth of trauma, all for Eddie. This - this is nothing.

one more tomorrow, by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) || 4438 words ||

He presses Buck’s hand into his forehead and breathes in the scent of antiseptic that lingers on Buck’s skin. He doesn't understand how he missed so many clues, doesn't know how he's been so clueless. But he thinks that some part of him did know that he was in love with Buck, because he put him in his will and made him Christopher’s guardian. Some part of him, deep down, knew what Eddie himself didn’t even realize.

He exhales and squeezes Buck’s hand again. It’s not supposed to be like this – the will doesn’t cover this. It was never supposed to be Buck that goes first.

“Bobby,” he whispers, voice cracking as he closes his eyes against the dorsum of Buck’s hand again. “What am I going to do?” -- Or, in the hospital, Eddie waits, and thinks, and dreams.

coming back as we are, by markofalover (@markofalover) || 4178 words ||

“Hey, Buck,” Maddie cuts in, soft. “Evan. Look at me.”

Buck looks at her. His heart rate is up, he can hear it on the monitor, and the nurse is looking between them with a raised brow. He’ll have to remember to apologize later, after he gets to his—

“They’re in the waiting room.”

...or, wherever he was, Buck comes back.

the tide comes (and goes and goes), by renecdote (@renecdote) || 3402 words ||

It’s almost funny that Eddie brought him to the beach today. To the ocean. He doesn’t know—can’t know, Buck hasn’t told anyone—but Buck feels unbearably seen by it anyway. He almost wishes Bobby was here too, so he could let his captain wrap an arm around his shoulders and say, “See? It didn’t take either of us.”

(That’s not true though, is it? It took them, it just didn’t keep them.)

Buck, Eddie, the beach, and conversations about okay.

For BTHB: hyperventilating

like the peel clings to the pomegranate, by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) || 3482 words ||

Buck startles awake to Chris prying his eye open. Chris’s concerned expression swims into his vision as both eyes adjust, squinting at the morning sun streaming in through the window.

“You’ve been sleeping for fourteen hours,” Chris deadpans. Buck is still half asleep, but he catches the slight waver in his voice, can see his eyebrows furrowed as he watches Buck carefully. “You went to bed at seven last night, and now it’s nine in the morning.”

“Nine in the morning, huh?” Buck’s own voice resembles more of a croak as he sits up, muscles aching and head still throbbing. It’s all a result of being struck by lightning and in a coma for a few days, he knows, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

But what he does like is the smell of Eddie’s sheets, the pictures of him and Eddie and Chris on Eddie’s bedroom walls. He likes the feeling of Eddie’s arms around him in the middle of the night, making sure that he’s okay and breathing.

“Christopher.” Eddie’s voice hisses through the crack in the bedroom door. “I told you not to bother him.” -- Or, Buck recovers and doesn't quite realize what he means to others.

Raise my hand before I can speak my mind, by Mellaithwen (@mellaithwen) || 1696 words ||

“My name’s Eddie, by the way. Eddie Diaz.”

“Buck,” Evan says in response, before frowning. He’s never introduced himself as Buck in his entire life. “Uh—I mean—my name is Evan but…"

“But your friends call you Buck?”

Evan wants to say no, actually, because they don't. The youngest Buckley sibling has always gone by his first name, or his full surname. Never anything in between. The closest he’s ever come to having a nickname is when kids like to call him Mr Bee! And he buzzes back in response, but….Buck? No, that’s...that's new..

Eddie meets his son's favorite teacher, although it's not technically their first meeting at all... aka a coma!dream meet-cute.

let me know you (bedhead and morning breath), by burnthatbridge (@burnthatbridge) || 6157 words ||

When Eddie wakes, it’s to Buck’s arm slung across his chest, Buck’s ankle hooked over his, and Buck’s erection pressing into his hip.

Two out of three of those aren’t unusual.

It’s six weeks since the lightning. Five weeks and two days since Buck woke up. Four weeks and three days since he was released from hospital. Four weeks exactly since he came home, came to stay at the Diaz house while he recuperates, like he should have from the start.

It’s been three weeks and four days since they started sharing the bed.

or: Buck hasn't gotten off since the lightning strike. Eddie watches him do something about it.

Fragile lines (and wasted time), by Mellaithwen (@mellaithwen) || 7457 words ||

“Hey Buck,” Christopher says a little shyly, before reaching out to grab Buck’s foot through the hospital blankets—shaking it in the same way he’s woken his father up on many a bleary-eyed morning. The familiarity of the gesture makes Eddie’s head spin.

But of course, there’s no response from the comatose man on the bed.

“I thought you said he was sleeping,” Chris mumbles, angrily swiping at his cheeks, and Eddie’s already broken heart shatters all over again for whatever hope his son had just lost when his expectations were so cruelly dashed..

While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.

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I will be adding my own fics that fit the category, in case you want to read those too:

lights will guide you home, by Finduilas || 916 words ||

Buck and Eddie have a talk after Buck gets back from the hospital.

#Buddie #Buddie fic rec #911 #Buddie fic #Fin's fic rec list #NEW CATEGORY! #Because this one needs a new page :)

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Thinking about Buck and Taylor having a pregnancy scare. And Taylor being over the moon relieved when it turns out she's not pregnant because she's not sure if she ever wants kids. But Buck realizing that all he's feeling is relief as well.

"I thought you wanted kids?" Eddie asks carefully, looking over to where Buck is sitting next to him on the couch.

"I did. I do, I - " Buck stammers, hunched over with his elbows resting on his knees and his fingers pressed into his closed eyes.

His mind wanders to Christopher instantly, a soft ache spreading in his chest.

"You make a good father," Eddie's voice is warm and reassuring, and Buck can't quite tell if he said 'you make' or 'you'd make'. Wishful thinking on Buck's part, he's sure. "You have so much love to give."

Buck snorts humourlessly. "Yeah," he says with a shake of his head, "All I have is love to give and - "

"And what?" Eddie asks.

Buck sighs. "And no one who wants it."

"That's bullshit," Eddie says instantly, and a little more vehemently than Buck was expecting, which causes Buck to finally look up.

"Taylor, she - " Buck sighs again, "It was like she was annoyed with me, or blamed me or something, when she thought she was..." He trails off. Somewhere deep down Buck has always known that he and Taylor had an expiration date, and he thinks they've reached it. "Because she thought it was what I wanted, and I do, it's just - "

"Not with her," Eddie finishes for him. It doesn't even sound like a question, and Buck can't deny it either.

There are tears prickling in Buck's eyes, and he's pretty sure they aren't about Taylor per se.

"I'm never gonna - " Buck shakes his head, his face scrunching up in a grimace. "I'm just gonna be alone all my life, aren't I?"

"Hey," Eddie says, a warm hand coming to rest on Buck's back, tracing lazy circles, "You're not. You're just not looking in the right place."

"Yeah?" Buck asks, daring a sideways glance at Eddie.

"All that love you have to give," Eddie says, his voice a mere whisper, "There are two people in this house that want nothing more than that..."

#Do I want to turn this into an actual fic? #I have no idea #But at least it's some writing #no matter how small #since I appear to be/have been in a writer's block #Buddie #Buddie ficlet #anti BuckTaylor #I guess #Though there is absolutely nothing wrong with not wanting kids btw! #Fin's fic #Fin's 911 fic #Fin's Buddie fic #tw pregnancy scare

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For the tag/prompt "Sacred Romantic Moments." Soooo many great options, but: “come cuddle with me." (hoping this inspires fluff? i think we all need it after 5B and this long hiatus. >.>) <3

Buddie. Pre-relationship. Unbetad. (Not entirely fluff, more... pining? Sorry! I hope you like it anyway)

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“Come cuddle with me.”

Eddie nearly chokes on his own spit when he hears the words coming from behind him, where Buck is sitting on the couch. He turns around so quickly he almost knocks over a potted plant, fingers crunching around the leaves as he tries to keep it upright.

When he looks up again - the plant saved; but for how long, with Eddie’s black thumb? - it’s just in time to see Buck’s arms spread wide and Christopher sinking into them with a groan.

Christopher, who hasn’t been feeling all that well this evening. Christopher, who Buck was speaking to. Not Eddie.

Buck looks up at Eddie with a curious look. His lips are slightly parted, his eyebrows edging towards an amused frown. Christopher snuggles closer to him, burrowing into the warm nest of arms and blankets that Buck has made for him so lovingly.

“That better?” Buck asks softly, but his eyes are fixed on Eddie, who can feel his cheeks heating up under the scrutiny of Buck’s gaze. He doesn’t need to look in the mirror to know that he’s flushing bright red.

Way to keep your cool, Diaz; Eddie thinks to himself.

One of Buck’s arms tightens around Christopher’s small frame, the hand of the other rubbing up and down his back in a soothing manner. Eddie wishes - not for the first time - that it was him inside of Buck’s loving embrace. That that was a thing he could easily do, cross that last border of intimacy so that ‘just being tactile’ becomes something more. He thinks he knows just about everything there is to know about Buck. Except for the way his lips would taste. Except for the way his skin would feel under his hands. Except for the way his name would sound off Buck’s lips when it’s followed by an ‘I love you’ or an ‘I want you.’ Because Eddie does, and Eddie wants. His whole being aches for it.

“I don’t think he has a fever,” Buck says, snapping Eddie out of his reverie. He’s still looking at Eddie curiously, like he somehow knows what Eddie is thinking. In a way, Eddie wouldn’t even be surprised. Because Buck knows Eddie too. Except for…

Eddie clears his throat, wills his body to start moving again and takes a few steps closer to the pair. He places his hand on Christopher’s forehead - which feels a bit warm but not overly so - before smoothing it over his soft curls.

“Don’t think so either,” Eddie replies, then leans down to address his son, his voice soft. “Are you comfortable there, buddy? You want something? Some water maybe?”

“ ‘m okay,” Christopher mutters against Buck’s shirt, then swings his arm out behind him, hand reaching out towards Eddie. “Daddy,” he whines, fingers tightening around Eddie’s as he pulls him closer.

“Hang on, bud,” Buck says, starting to shift in his seat instantly, “I’ll make room for your Dad.”

He’s about to get up, clearly ready to hand over Christopher in Eddie’s embrace, when Christopher grumbles and clings a little tighter to Buck.

“No,” Christopher says, and Eddie doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s pouting, “I want you both.”

Eddie meets Buck’s gaze over Christopher’s head. Buck’s smile is warm and knowing as he tells Eddie, “Come cuddle with us.”

And how could Eddie ever refuse that?

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Buck’s mouth barely brushes against hers when he freezes up, staring at Eddie like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uh,” he says, his lips still parted, his eyes dazed but never leaving Eddie’s.

“What are you doing, Buck?” Eddie’s voice sounds strangled, even to his own ears.

“This isn’t - " Buck starts, but his hand is still on the girl’s waist and he snaps it back like he’s been burned. “I’m not - "

“Yeah, I can see that,” Eddie mutters, an angry frown now directed at the floor, like he can’t even stand to look at Buck. Or maybe he's trying to hide what Buck will find in his eyes.

“You’re late,” Buck says all of a sudden, like it is any kind of explanation.

“So what, you were bored?” Eddie snaps. He knows he should be mad on behalf of Taylor, yet she only seems to be a distant thought in his mind.

“Hey!” The girl - Lucy, Eddie knows from the call earlier - calls out, a little offended, but Eddie ignores her. She can be offended for all he cares.

“You’re reverting back to Buck 1.0, is that what it is?” Eddie asks, his words sharper than he’d like.

“I haven’t been Buck 1.0 in a long time,” Buck snaps back, some anger rising in his voice now as well. “Since before you - "

Eddie’s not sure what the end of that sentence was going to be, but Buck never finishes it. Cuts himself off mid-sentence.

“And yet here you are again,” Eddie mutters, just loud enough for Buck - and Lucy, who’s looking more and more bewildered - to hear.

“You’re the one who left,” Buck says. It makes no sense in the conversation but it sounds like an explanation, a reproach, a deep ache all at once.

I didn't leave you, Eddie wants to say. But he hasn't been brave enough to say it for weeks now, and he's not brave enough to say it now.

"Oh," Lucy says. A beat. "Oh."

#Lucy's OH moment #Or how it could have gone if Eddie came into the bar later? #idek what this is exactly #I just had feels after the ep #Buddie #911 Spoilers #I haven't been able to actually write stuff lately so maybe these new episodes will help? #Fin's fic #Fin's 911 fic #Fin's Buddie fic #not really a fic but for tagging purposes and finding it again in my own blog