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Does the fic have to be written during that period or can you pre-write it and post it then? Just checking as I'm literally going to be camping on an island off Scotland during that very small window.... 😄 I may be able to get internet enough to upload something but I won't have any opportunity to write anything. 😄

you can absolutely pre-write it! as long as it’s posted on the corresponding day, it doesn’t matter when it’s written.

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that time of year is coming around, so we want to know for any 9-1-1 or 9-1-1: Lone Star fans who are 18+...

you can check out our rules HERE for more information! please drop us an ask if you have any questions 🔥

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[fivealarmfest]

that time of year is coming around, so we want to know for any 9-1-1 or 9-1-1: Lone Star fans who are 18+...

you can check out our rules HERE for more information! please drop us an ask if you have any questions 🔥

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watch this space, y’all… 👀

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And that’s a wrap! Thank you to everyone who participated and for all of the spicy fics you put out. We’ll check the tag for the next few days in case there are any stragglers posting late. We don’t judge.

For now, y’all can check out the AO3 collection of all the fics posted this week. Until next summer! 🔥

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Give and Take

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Five alarm fire fest- Day 7 writers choice Rated E, 6.3K Buck and Eddie’s relationship develops and it’s time to try some new things. Like asking for what you want. Eddie teaches Buck he doesn't always have to give its ok to want things too. Sequel to 127 Seconds

“Beer.” Eddie's voice is firm and decisive. It is however the third time he’s said it so Buck doesn’t hold out much hope. This time though he does actually start to move. 

Eddie’s pushes down into Buck’s thighs to gain the necessary leverage to get himself up. He’s slow, and Buck chuckles at the obvious reluctance in his movements, he’s been saying he’ll go get them a beer for a while now but the problem was he lacked the appropriate motivation, being very comfortably sprawled over Buck and thoroughly enjoying having his hair played with. 

It's colder without Eddie on top of him, he’d been settled happily between Buck’s legs slumped low and lying backwards resting against his chest, for two big men Buck thinks they fit together very nicely on Eddie’s couch. The owner of the couch had been using one hand to scroll through his phone while the other had been holding onto Buck’s spare hand, playing idly with his fingers. 

It had been deliciously domestic, Buck had been quite content with the arrangement, half heartedly watching the TV over Eddie’s head while his fingers rhythmically moved through his fluffy, product free hair, it’s so much softer than Buck had even dreamed it would be. Eddie’s officially "relaxed and at home” it’s a look Buck’s very fond of, completely at ease in his most comfortable clothes, his hair a mess even before Buck's fingers had worked their way through it. It’s possibly his favourite look on Eddie, mostly because he’s pretty much the only one who gets to see him like this. 

His boyfriend, God he loves that word, even when he just says it in his head it gives him a thrill, walks around the back of the couch and his hand trails across Buck’s shoulders making him shiver, on his way back he ruffles his hair, fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp as he lowers the beer into his hand before returning to the couch. 

This time Eddie sits at the opposite end, feet dropping into Buck’s lap. Buck obliges his unspoken request and wraps a hand round one ankle and lets his thumb rub absentmindedly over this skin and the sharp jut of his ankle bone. He takes his first sip of the long awaited beer.

To say he's deliriously happy sounds dramatic but he is. He’s been with Eddie now for just over three weeks and he’s never been happier.

He’s also never been touched so much. It’s not something he’s really used to; now him touching Eddie- that’s different. He loves that and God does Eddie loves Buck’s hands on him but Buck is very aware that personally he’s much more used to giving than receiving physical affection. Not that he doesn’t like it, it's just he's not used to being touched so often and Eddie’s touches are frequent, both intensely meaningful at times and also mindlessly casual. Buck’s never had anything like it - ever. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice how much he touches but Buck does, he notices every time. Every touch Eddie shares.

It’s all very new and unusual but he thinks, he thinks he likes it. He thinks he might like it a lot. 

Buck’s also noticed Eddie doesn’t touch anyone else nearly as much, that makes another thrill run through him. He likes that fact a lot too.

So his days are full of casual touches, soft intimacy offered to him constantly. Eddie stands close, presses into him. He holds his hand and when he can’t do that he’ll find a way to brush their fingers against each as he walks past or he’ll hook his pinkie around Buck’s just for a moment as they stand next to each other. 

Ankles, shoulders, hips, always a point of contact between them; Eddie with his arms wrapped around his waist when he’s trying to do the washing up, minty kisses on his cheek when they’re brushing their teeth that slip into more distracting kisses tracing along his neck. It's new but definitely something he’s getting used to. 

Buck’s halfway through his beer when he feels the weight of Eddie’s eyes on him. 

When he looks over he’s left breathless for a moment at just how beautiful he is, at how his eyes glow, dark and molten, he knows that look now. Eddie’s grown more comfortable at exploring what he wants, what he enjoys. Buck’s blood thrums in anticipation. True enough Eddie starts the conversation with,

“I was thinking…”

His voice is low, the gravely tone makes Buck’s skin tingle and when Eddie’s teeth make a brief appearance pulling at his bottom lip in a way that’s quite captivating Buck’s interest peaks. He’s suddenly very keen to find out exactly what’s on his boyfriend's mind. 

Eddie moves, feet back on the floor, then he shuffles closer, turning to face him until his knees are pressed into his leg. Brown eyes drop to Buck’s lap for a second and then lift back up with a look so heated he has to swallow hard, his mouth suddenly dry, he’s not sure what’s coming next but he’s keen to find out.

“I’d like to try something.” Eddie’s tongue wets his lip and Buck can’t agree fast enough.

“Anything you want”  rushes from his lips, Eddie lifts an eyebrow at such unthinking compliance but Buck’s pretty sure he’d be up for anything with Eddie, whatever he wants Buck’s happy to give him.

Eddie shakes his head with half a smile and chastises him fondly, “you really ought to find out a bit more before you just agree to things you know.”

Buck just grins, broad and unrepentant.

“Sooo,” Eddie gets back on track “I was thinking, “ he stops and starts again, cups Buck’s face tenderly. Buck feels a warm glow inside at yet another of Eddie’s tender touches, the look in his eyes is just as soft as he says “baby, you’re so good at giving me what I want, what I need and you never ask for anything.”

Oh, his stomach swoops strangely. That’s not what he’d been expecting, Eddie continues “I want you to have things too, you don’t always have to give.” 

Buck feels a little embarrassed at being called out like that, he guesses it’s true but his voice is still just a touch defensive and his eyes drop avoiding Eddie’s gaze. 

“But I, I like giving you what you want, it makes me feel good” he rushes on with reassurances “and I am having a good time, you know that right?” Fingers on his chin lift his face gently, Eddie looks deeply into his eyes and Buck gets choked up at what he sees there. 

“I know baby, you’re amazing, but you can have things too.” Eddie’s voice is unbearably gentle “You deserve that. It’s ok to want that.”

Buck can feel his cheeks heating up at Eddie’s words. It’s so much easier for him to give, to take care of his partner, it always has been. He loves doing it, it's what he’s used to but maybe it might be nice sometimes to let someone take care of him. He thinks he could let Eddie do that, maybe.

“So I thought if you wanted it, I could try something?”  There’s a hint of mischief in Eddie’s voice now as he tries to lighten the mood again. “I might not be any good at it yet but I want to, I’ve been doing research, got the general idea and obviously I’ve got your excellent demonstrations to help.”

Buck lifts his eyebrows curious as to what Eddie wants to do. They’ve been taking things slow so there’s still  a range of possibilities.

Eddie looks him dead in the eye, “I wanna give you a blow job.”

Buck manages to blink twice but that’s it, his mind suddenly flooded with images created by Eddie’s casual declaration. Wow that’s… unexpected, somehow he hadn’t expected Eddie to be into that, he hadn’t asked or even thought about asking. He has imagined it though, usually in the shower.

Eddie shrugs, all casual, “I mean you seem to enjoy it. I want a turn" Eddie sounds very sure of that. 

Fuck, just the idea of Eddie’s mouth of him is almost too much to handle, his mind is fizzing, sparks light along his synapses as his brain tries to process the idea of Eddie actually doing that to him. 

He manages to stutter out a sentence. “You.. You sure? You don’t have to just 'cos I do it.” and loves doing it, definitely top three favourite things to do with Eddie so far.

“I really want to.”  Eddie's voice is low, he emphasises each word carefully, the truth of his words is obvious, his lips stay parted at the end of the sentence and there’s a flush in his cheeks.

Shit, Buck can feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. Eddie keeps talking, only making the situation in his sweatpants more intense.

“I like watching you do it, and my research has been interesting. I think I’m gonna like it.” He sounds very definite.

Buck’s mind sticks on one word, “research”. Shit, has Eddie been watching porn to get tips. Fuck, he tries not to think about it, Eddie getting turned on trying to learn how to give him a blow job. Did he touch himself while he watched? His cock swells up a little more and continues to do so as his apparently filthy mouthed boyfriend whispers something in his ear “I want to taste you, feel you fill my mouth up, you're so big, gonna feel so full.” 

A little late Buck realises Eddie’s moved, he’s sitting astride his lap now, he’d missed the change of position, mind scattered at the images rushing through it of Eddie on his knees for him, Eddie’s mouth stretched around his cock, sliding all the way down, his tongue teasing his slit, a small moan escapes his parted lips.

Eddie bites his ear and says “Wanna suck you off really bad, been thinking about it for days.”

Buck’s hips jerk, “Fuck Eddie, that’s so fucking hot, yes, yes, we can do that.”

Still buried near his neck he feels Eddie's teeth bite into the thick flesh at the base, “got a problem though…”

Buck leans back into the couch, head tipping backwards, already getting lost in the sensations Eddie’s started generating by rocking his hips into him.

He gasps out “what, what problem?“

Eddie grinds  down and Buck gasps louder, it feels so good. 

“This..” Eddie rubs against him again “wanna start when you're soft, get you hard with my tongue , lips, feel you getting bigger in my mouth.”

“Jesus, Eddie” He hisses, the words low and desperate, “bit late for that!” 

Eddie’s weight disappears and he’s left blinking confused at his sudden absence.

“Go shower, make it a cold one, no cheating.” 

Buck stares up at him for a minute then goes to do what he’s told.

Buck’s in a semi cold shower wishing his erection away with limited success when there’s a knock at the door and it opens a crack, “You ok? Can I come in?”

Buck calls out to let him know that he can.

There’s some random noises from the other side of the shower curtain then Eddie’s voice again “Mind if I join you?” 

The shower curtain moves and Eddie’s steps in. It’s not the first time they’ve showered together and he’s more than happy to have his wet, slippery boyfriend close but it's definitely not going to help with his mission to calm his raging hard on down.

Eddie slips behind him and puts his hands on Buck’s hips, hot brands in the cool water. He hooks his chin over his shoulder, avoiding the spray as much as he can then he tuts, looking down Buck’s body “not going so well is it?.

“Oh you're hilarious.” Buck angles his body into the spray hoping that will move things along. 

Eddie chuckles, “I know.” Buck would be more amused if he wasn’t so hard with no sign of his erection disappearing. Eddie's firm wet body sliding against his is so not helping matters. 

Eddie’s voice, completely calm and collected, as if they’re discussing grocery shopping, drops a bombshell into the proceedings “Anyway that’s fine because I’ve changed the plan, I wanna take my time when I’m blowing you so I think you’re going to have to come now.”

Buck’s breath freezes and his cock twitches. Fuck, Eddie’s gotta stop saying things like that. He doesn’t stop though, the words just keep on coming. Words that stir Buck’s blood.

“I’ve just here to supervise, watch you take care of yourself, get some tips.”

Shit, really he can’t cope with it, Eddie saying things so fucking hot, like it’s nothing. Eddie obviously worked out it does stuff to Buck when they talk during sex, it’s true, dirty talk gets him hot. He likes it when Eddie praises him too. 

More warm words are whispered in his ear, “You wanna touch Buck? Get off for me, show me how you like it.” He whines as the spray of water rushing over him warms up, Eddie’s changed the temperature for him. The water teases his sensitive skin, his hips twitch and Eddie hands grip him tighter, it’s a good job too, his knees feel weak.

Eddie said he could ask for things he wanted so he does “Could you, could you help?”

“Tell you what” Eddie kisses his damp shoulder “I’ll start you off but I want to see you finish, show me what you like so I can do it like that next time.”

Buck whimpers he’s going to get Eddie’s hand on him and later his mouth.

“I wanna give you what you need, Buck, take care of you.”  Eddie’s hand has already started working him, a firm wet slide that makes his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck he’s good at that, his hand is big, broad with long talented fingers, already so perfect. His moans fill the small space of Eddie's bathroom. 

“Slow or fast baby?”

He can’t articulate his thoughts, just moans as he pushes into Eddie’s grip, he’s so turned on it’s stupid.

Eddie’s hand stops; that’s not fair. 

“Words Buck”  Eddie’s voice is firm.

“Slow, please go slow” he pants out his answer and Eddie listens to what he needs, sliding his hand all the way down torturously slow then dragging it up twisting a little at the tip then repeating it again and again, until Buck’s panting, lost in the feeling. The sensations go on and on with Eddie kissing his neck, the bolt of his jaw and all the time his hand moving, that is until he feels Eddie’s other hand grabs one of his and move it. Eddie doesn’t sound quite so collected anymore, his voice has a breathy quality Buck likes listening to, “getting close aren’t you, time to show me baby, wanna watch you come.”

Eddie places their joined hands over his swollen cock and then removes his own. Buck makes a whine of protest as he loses Eddie’s fingers, but he does get more words. 

Eddie urges him on quietly. “Come on baby, touch yourself for me, I know you want to. Show me what you do when you’re all alone.” Buck groans he fucking loves Eddie talking like this, “Tell me what gets you off, what you think about when you’re fucking your fist like that?” Eddie’s words are a constant stream “You look so pretty baby.” Buck had gotten so caught up in Eddie's voice he hadn't realised he’d started pumping himself again.

“Tell me Buck”  Eddie’s voice demands it now.

“You…” the word bursts out of him and once he starts he can’t stop “you fucking me. Your, your cock in my mouth. Sometimes,” he moans and thrusts  harder into his hand, “sometimes think about my fingers in your mouth, you sucking them, then more than my fingers… “ he groans unable to continue….”god, s’good.”

“You think about me sucking your cock?”Buck gasps out his confirmation and Eddie hisses in his ear “Good. You look amazing sweetheart, so hot, always so good to me, wanna be good to you too.” Buck leans back, lets Eddie take his weight, he’s strong enough to hold him up, the thought does something to him and his hand goes faster, the other one reaches backwards and holds onto the back of Eddie’s head as he gasps and thrusts and strokes himself.

He gasps out between his desperate panting “gonna come”

Eddie sounds more in in control again and  it’s maddening, “You’ve been so good showing me.” Buck’s movements start to stutter “keep going, show me more; look at you, almost there , look so good baby. Are you gonna like my mouth even more?”

Buck sighs long and low “Fuck yes, yes!” 

Hand moving, striping his own cock with Eddie’s eyes on him, thinking about Eddie sucking him off feels amazing. The knowledge that Eddie wants to blow him, see him like this, that Eddie wants him to feel all this pleasure is overwhelming.

Buck chases his climax with Eddie’s encouragement, until it hits him; hard and all consuming he gasps, spurting over the bathroom tiles, it goes on and on until he’s finally spent, dick softening just like Eddie wanted. 

“That.” Eddie says “ was fucking perfect.”

Eddie kisses his ear and Buck shudders in anticipation as he thinks about what’s coming next. 

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all wrapped up for you by prettyboybuckley

4.7k | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

For day 7 of @fivealarmfest: free choice.

Summary:

It should probably feel restricting, maybe even claustrophobic, but all that Buck feels right now is contentedness. He trusts Eddie with his life and that means that even like this he feels safe and deeply loved and cared for.

The feeling of latex stretched over his skin is unlike anything he's ever felt before, and it had taken them a considerable time to get Buck into it. The shiny black material is covering almost every inch of his body, though there is a zipper by his crotch that goes all the way from the front to the back. 

OR: Buck in a latex suit. That's it. That's the fic.

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DAY 7 - FIVE ALARM FEST

(Writer's choice)

And They Were Roommates

(Explicit, ~6.9k, season 2 episode 10 missing scene)

TK sighs and drops down to the box with Carlos, lifting a sleeve out and running it through his hands. “Can’t we just put these boxes in the second bedroom and hide them from ourselves?” he asks. “I’ll go through them eventually.”

“Absolutely not,” Carlos says, shaking his head. “You need to be confronted by your decision to buy so many versions of the same clothing item.”

TK groans and flops his forehead into Carlos’ shoulder. “Moving sucks,” he summarises. 

“Moving sucks when you own enough stuff for a family of four,” Carlos retorts. “Come on, I’m sure I’ve got space somewhere in here for the two thousand hoodies which are completely incompatible with the Austin climate.”

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warm me by the fire

buddie - rated e - 2398 words - five alarm fest day seven - writer’s choice

Eddie’d had big plans for the weekend. Having a teenager and the work hours they do doesn’t leave an abundance of time or energy for things like slow, romantic sex, and it’s been over a month since he and Buck have managed more than getting each other off as quickly and efficiently as possible.

So when their third wedding anniversary had rolled around, Eddie had secured them the time off and booked a rental upstate, and then spent all the time leading up to the long weekend daydreaming about it.

However, he’d forgotten to calculate the fact that the two of them are danger magnets.

“Buck, I’m fine,” he says, the way his teeth are still chattering a little around the words not helping his cause.

Buck wraps another blanket around his shoulders with a frown. Eddie’s so wrapped up he’s pretty sure he could give the kid from A Christmas Story a run for his money.

“You fell through the ice into a frozen pond.”

“Just a little,” Eddie argues, curling his icy hands into the flannel blanket on his innermost layer.

“There’s no such thing as only falling in a little. You either fell in, or you didn’t, and you fell in.”

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i had a dream last night

911 Five Alarm Fest Day 7 prompt: writer’s choice

I started this week with a 1.02 coda, it only seemed fitting to wrap the week up with a soft little coda to 3.18

[E | ~1.3k | smut with feelings | 3.18 coda]

When TK wakes, it’s to sunlight streaming across the bed and Carlos lying on his side watching him.

“Are you watching me sleep?” he mumbles sleepily.

“I’m watching my fiancé sleep, yes,” Carlos says, reaching out to brush TK’s hair from his face.

He blinks again, and finds himself faced with the full power of Carlos’ cow eyes shining at him, shadows cast on his cheekbones from his lashes and the golden sunlight washed across his skin.

*

A coda to the Tarlos proposal that lives rent-free in my mind

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sweet, sweet loving (in the back of your car) by prettyboybuckley

2.6k | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

For day 6 of @fivealarmfest: anywhere but the bedroom. Part 3 of the May's Wedding series

Summary:

Eddie doesn't let go of his wrist until they're all the way outside and making their way to his truck. Buck doesn't really know what to do except to follow him. Then again, he would follow Eddie to the ends of the earth regardless. 

Before he knows it, Buck is being pressed up against the side of Eddie's stupid flashy truck, something digging uncomfortably into his back. Not uncomfortable enough to distract him from the way Eddie's lips are on his, though.

OR: Buck and Eddie get hot and heavy in the back of Eddie's truck after leaving the dance floor at May's wedding

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my mirror staring back at me || a tarlos fic

summary: TK likes what he sees when Carlos is in the shower, so Carlos gives him something to watch.

word count: 4.1k || rated e || day 6 of @fivealarmfest || read on ao3

Aren’t you somethin’ to admire? ‘Cause your shine is somethin’ like a mirror And I can’t help but notice You reflect in this heart of mine

From early on, one of TK’s favorite things about living with Carlos has been how easily the domestic life suits them. From the condo to the loft, from boyfriends to husbands, sharing space with Carlos has always been organic.

In big and small ways, the gratitude he feels to the universe for bringing them together like this hits him. Like now, on an unremarkable Tuesday night as they get ready for bed, TK finds himself getting swept up in his thoughts as he washes his face.

Their wedding bands sit in the small dish on the counter in the bathroom. It does something to his heart to see them there together like this. The novelty of being Carlos’ husband has yet to lessen over the last couple of years and TK doubts that it ever will.

Every day since they both stood before their families and friends and uttered the words “I do”, TK has felt as if he’s been living inside of a dream. The fact that this is real, that he gets to have something this good for the rest of his life never ceases to amaze him.

He shakes himself a bit and turns on the faucet. He lets the water run for just a few seconds before beginning the work of washing the cleanser off.

His eyes wander from his own face to the other view in the mirror.

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DAY 6 - FIVE ALARM FEST

(Anywhere but the bedroom)

Sex Drive

(Explicit, ~3.8k, season 3, episode 7 missing scene)

“You look ridiculous,” he groans, interspersing the words with rough kisses back down TK’s neck and onto his collarbone. “Those sweatpants don’t hide anything, and the fact that you can play softball? When the hell were you going to tell me you could play softball?”

“Doesn't everyone play Little League at some point in their childhood?” TK replies breathlessly, tossing Carlos' cap into the back seat and running his hands through Carlos' curls, coaxing him back to TK's mouth. "I didn't think it was relevant."

“It’s highly relevant,” Carlos argues, after sucking a kiss into the junction of TK’s neck and shoulder that makes him whine desperately. “I didn’t come to the field today expecting my eyes to be accosted by this.”

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like smashing champagne on a boat

buddie - rated e - 2773 words - day six - anywhere but the bedroom

It’s Buck’s last night in his apartment, and he’s feeling complicated about it.

For starters, he feels a little ridiculous that they’re staying here to begin with. Basically everything he owns is at Eddie’s–strike that–their house, to the point where they’ll be sleeping on an air mattress in the middle of the empty living room.

But he hasn’t actually spent the night here in at least a month, and as complicated as his feelings were at times for the loft, the prevailing feeling was always love, for the freedom it represented in the beginning, and then again after he broke up with Taylor and reclaimed it as just his own. So he felt a little like he’d be ghosting it if he just up and moved without a proper last night.

Eddie, of course, wasn’t going to let him stay there alone, which is just fine with Buck even if it means both of them sleeping on an air mattress that is absolutely not meant for two grown men and is likely to be half deflated when they wake up in the morning.

“Are you going to miss it?” Eddie asks, interrupting Buck’s train of thought. They’re sitting out on the balcony, side by side on a patio bench, one of the last remaining things to be loaded in Eddie’s truck and hauled home in the morning. 

Buck turns the question over in his mind before answering. Is he going to miss it? Maybe a little, in the way you miss anything that was once important to you, but for all he wants to say a proper goodbye, he’s excited for what comes next. “Not really,” is what he answers. “I’m looking forward to officially living with you and Christopher too much.”

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despite it all

911 Five Alarm Fest Day 6 prompt: anywhere but the bedroom

[E | ~3.2k | smut with feelings | 3.04 coda]

He can feel it, the moment Carlos gives in. It’s clear in the way Carlos tightens his grip on TK’s hips and the way his beautiful eyes darken with desire, but examine TK with the utmost care. TK laces their hands together and swings a leg over Carlos to stand.

“C’mon, if I remember correctly, we have an excellent shower here.”

“Oh, we do,” Carlos says, cockily as he stands and wraps his arms around TK’s waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder.

TK brings their still-linked hands to his mouth and kisses Carlos’ knuckles. “Show me.”

***

TK thanks Carlos for moving him in to the loft

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take my mind, take my pain by bigfootsmom

explicit • 3.3k • buddie + hurt/comfort

The soft rumble of Eddie’s voice had kept Buck grounded when he felt like he was spinning out into the dark emptiness of space. His warm, brown eyes kept Buck tied down to earth. Eddie’s hand had been so warm where it curled around Buck’s arm. It had been like he was carrying the heat of the sun in his palm and pressing it into Buck’s skin. Through the haze of pain, drugs, and old buried fear brought back to the surface, the heat of Eddie — alive and whole, it had been the only thing to keep Buck from ripping out all of his lines and leaving the hospital against medical advice.

Now, discharged from the hospital, still sore and aching, Buck feels bereft and alone.

Eddie won’t touch him.

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merrier the more (triple fun that way) by prettyboybuckley

13.6k | Explicit | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Lucy Donato

For day 5 of @fivealarmfest: rare pair or threesome

Summary:

In hindsight, perhaps he shouldn't even have gone up the stairs at all, but somehow he doesn't spot the signs and doesn't hear the noises. Eddie goes upstairs all the time to see if Buck is maybe just taking a nap or if he can hear the shower running when he doesn't see his friend downstairs. 

He doesn't have anything to blame it on, the fact that he didn't notice faster. It's too late to even worry about that now, though, because he's frozen in place at the top of the stairs, taking in the sight before him. 

Buck is on his knees and elbows on the bed, face pressed into a pillow and Lucy's hand gripping his hair tightly.

OR: Eddie's day takes an unexpected turn when he pays Buck a visit and finds Lucy there

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