#tidbit tuesday

[wildlife4life]

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Tagged by the super fantabulous @bekkachaos (dropped a whole fic, check it out!) @jamespearce9-1-1 @thewolvesof1998 @giddyupbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @jesuisici33 and @disasterbuckdiaz. Thank you all so much and I am so very excited for your works!

Feeling a lot better today and I'm in still in a good NFL Buck mood. So here is a little snippet from the Dosed arc, featuring for the first time Buck's perspective. (Everything NFL Buck can be found here.)

After many different un-needed apologies from Eddie about the pollen and several assurances from Buck that Eddie is safe from the tiny ladies made of said pollen, the dosed firefighter finally passes out. Poor man is still in his uniform and is going to have one hell of a hangover when he wakes up. Or at least according to the article Buck speed read after Sergeant Grant stated his boyfriend and the majority of the 118 had been dosed with a hallucinogen. Most likely LSD. Buck lets out a groan of both frustration and weariness. He had just gotten home from the days workout with the team and was getting ready for his cool down when the gates intercom went off. Thinking it was another wayward delivery person who had yet again ignored instructions to leave all packages in the lock box, Buck was taken by complete surprise to see LAPD on the video. And hearing Eddie's desperate cries in the background, threw him for a major loop. Eddie is taken care of for the moment and quick texts to Carla and his sister, insured Christopher would be away until tomorrow afternoon, giving his father time to recover. The last issue at hand, is waiting patiently in Buck's living room. Rolling his shoulders, Buck steps through the arch way, doing his best to ignore the niggle of fear in his gut and to just put on the mask of Evan Buckley, charismatic and cool NFL quarterback. "Seeing that you are alone and a little more at ease, I assume firefighter Diaz is finally settled?" The Sergeant asks sounding truly concerned, but Buck can also see a glint of scrutiny and the mask of charm falters. "Um, yea." Buck answers trying and failing to meet her sharp gaze, feeling as if she could see every little secret he was holding. "Thank you, again for bringing him home and keeping him safe." Ms. Grant shrugs, "Its the job and he's fellow first responder. Plus my husband is becoming quite fond of Diaz, even without knowing him all that well." She catches Buck's wondering eye at that and it freezes him on the spot. "Have to say, finding out Evan Buckley, the LA Ram's shiny new star and hottest NFL bachelor is secretly dating a single father and firefighter from Texas, is the most surprising thing that's happened to me so far this year. And I allowed a delinquent kid out of my custody, to hot wire a concrete mixer to save a man trapped in his burning car." The entirety of the Evan Buckley facade shatters and Buck has to swallow every shard of dread. Shit.

Like Buck could fool Athena. Psssh. Hope you all enjoyed!

PSA: School has officially started for me this week and as I am in a 9 month fast track program, most of my focus will be on my school work, so my writing is going to slow down. But I will find the time.

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[smilingbuckley]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @tizniz and @diazsdimples

So I just found out that tidbit means a short part of text... this is not short.

But hey. Rules are meant to be broken, aren't they?

Some more fake dating Buddie. Haven't written for it in a few days tho. I'm nearly done with chapter 3.

“Five more minutes!” They hear Pepa call out to Christopher.

Buck panics, “Quick, think of something.”

A moment later, he’s pressed against the counter, Eddie’s arms blocking him in on each side. Eddie kisses him deeply, sending thrills through his entire body. His hands move on their own, one sliding into the soft strands at the back of Eddie’s neck, the other clutches at Eddie’s shoulder.

It feels so good. Buck could do this all day. He feels like he’s floating. Eddie is such a good kisser. He could win contests – though Buck doesn’t want him to because the only one who should be kissing Eddie is Buck.

“Oh!” Pepa giggles and Eddie pulls away from you. She clicks her tongue, “Young, new love. Ah, I miss it. Not being able to stop touching each other.”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie answers, wrapping his arm around Buck’s waist. “Can’t resist this one and those pouty pink lips.”

Buck’s face is now genuinely burning. Good thing they’re firefighters because it’s about to get on fire. Pepa just laughs, throwing her head back.

Tagging: @steadfastsaturnsrings @mattsire @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @owl-in-space

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[thewolvesof1998]

Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the amazing @daffi-990 go check out her snippet its so damn cute!

This is a continuation of the snippet I posted on Sunday, I hope you guys enjoy it and hopefully the motivation to write will keep coming🤞

Embarrassment, that’s what he had to be feeling, he wouldn’t be caught dead wearing clothes like that, especially out in public.  “Yeah?”  He tries again, “Buck…” “That’s my name don’t wear it out,” Buck jokes “What are you wearing?” “Oh, this?” He looks down as if he doesn’t know what he left the house wearing and picks at the hem of the crop top, “I found it in some clothes Bobby was donating, can you believe he actually used to wear this in the 80s?” The information conjured an image that Eddie didn’t want but it cleared his mind enough to ask another question.  “Why are you wearing it at the station?”  A pink flush floods across Buck’s checks, “It’s uh laundry day but then Bobby called saying he was making his famous casserole and I didn’t want to miss out.” Right, Buck was here looking like that for food, not to give Eddie an aneurysm. His face must betray him because Buck crosses his arms defensively; which does not help the situation, in fact, it makes his arms look so damn big that Eddie just wants to… bite them. Holy shit.  “You got a problem with me wearing this?” Buck asks, scowling in a way that makes him look like Chris when Eddie tells him no more games for the night.  “N-no” Eddie manages to get out, it’s shocking that he can even form words, in the space of a few minutes his whole world has been turned upside down and Buck is still standing there looking like that. He’s attracted to men, well he’s attracted to his best friend, which isn’t ideal in the best of circumstances but it's especially bad when he’s standing there in the sluttiest outfit Eddie’s ever seen him in.  Buck takes a few steps closer, “That doesn’t sound convincing, come on, spit it out, you obviously have something to say.” “I-I-yes-no” “Right,” His lips pinching in a telling way and Eddie knows he’s fucked up, “It’s a good thing that I’m a grown man and I don’t need your permission or approval to wear whatever I want,” He says as he starts walking towards the stairs to the loft. Eddie’s arm shoots out and stops him with a hand on his bicep. He has to make a conscious effort to not squeeze it.  “Buck,” He takes a breath, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I don’t, I mean, I like it?” The sentence goes up at the end like it’s a question, it makes him cringe because that hadn’t been what he was trying to say.  Buck raises an eyebrow, “Are you asking me or telling me?” “Telling, I like it,” He clears his throat, “It suits you.” Crap. Fuck. That sounded so lame. 

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[exhuastedpigeon]

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Tagged by @wikiangela @daffi-990 @devirnis - thanks friends :)

More NHL AU today. The speed dating scene was supposed to be like 1000 words... it's already 1.6k and it's not done yet soooo that's going well.

A couple fun facts - the IKEA meatballs are mentioned because one of my favourite Swedish players mentioned once that when he was really homesick during his first couple NHL seasons he'd go to IKEA. Also, Burrito Boyz is a real chain in Southern Ontario and it isn't as bad as you're thinking it is.

Buck bursts out laughing even though it wasn't that funny and can’t seem to stop until he catches Taylor’s eye and sees her glaring. He pulls himself together and looks down at the next card in front of him. “Okay, w-what’s your favorite food?” “My abuela’s pozole,” Eddie says without missing a beat. “And my mormor’s köttbullar.” “I’m so uncultured,” Buck mutters and then raises his eyebrows at Eddie in a silent plea for him to elaborate. “Köttbullar is Swedish meatballs, kind of like the kind you get at IKEA, only better and my mormor’s are the best.” Eddie tells him with a grin. “Have you really never had pozole?” “I grew up in Markham, Ontario man,” Buck says with a shrug. “We don’t really have much in terms of good Mexican food. I mean, I’ve had Taco Bell and don’t get me started on Burrito Boyz.” “Buck I need you to shut up before I swear in this family friendly video,” Eddie looks half exasperated, half fond as he speaks. “Pozole is a perfect dish. It’s a soup made with hominy and meat and then you can garnish it with chili peppers and other stuff, I like mine to have a little heat. Abuela makes it for family get-togethers and sometimes when you’re sick, it takes her hours but it's so f- freaking good.” “So we need to go to IKEA and then to your abuela's for dinner?” Buck asks with a grin.  “I’ll ask Abuela to make pozole if you promise to never call Taco Bell Mexican food again,” Eddie says, leaning his elbows on the table and meeting Buck’s eye. He still looks mildly offended, which is fair. “We live in L.A. We can get great Mexican food here.” “Deal,” Buck extends a hand and Eddie rolls his eyes, but shakes it.  “Can you two read the questions on the table please?” Taylor asks, her voice cheerful but her face look might actually be able to kill them.  “Sure can, TayKay,” Buck grins at her over his shoulder and turns back to Eddie. “Well, read me a question, Diaz.”

no pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @watchyourbuck @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @cal-daisies-and-briars @callmenewbie @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @rosieposiepuddingnpie @acountrygirlsfun @steadfastsaturnsrings @underwater-ninja-13 @king-buckley @butchdiaz @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @princessfbi and anyone else who wants to share!

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[homerforsure]

Hey! It’s Tuesday!

Here’s a Tidbit!

There’s a scratch pad sitting in front of him that’s more scratch than pad at this point with a dozen to-do list items scribbled out and rearranged in order of importance and then time sensitivity and then, finally, relative likeliness of Eddie actually completing said to-do items.

Salad??? Fruit? Crunchy thing (ask Bobby)?

Spaghetti - Chris said No

Buy a crock pot (coupon???)

Takeout? Where? - Chris said NO

Candles for dining room

Dessert. Best Bakery?

Card for Carla

Pick up preorder for Chris. THURSDAY

Tablecloth?? Snowmen???

Tequila

“Wow, tequila underlined three times,” Hen says, peering over Eddie’s shoulder at his list and making him jump about a foot in the air. “And I thought I was feeling stressed.”

“I thought about adding some exclamation points, but that seemed like overkill,” Eddie answers.

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#long way home #tidbit tuesday

[thekristen999]

Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie and @diazsdimples. Thank you!

I find having a few scenes of humor are pretty necessary when writing a suspense and terror story. So, have a brief bit of levity in the Sci-Fi of Doom story :)

..

"So, you and the other hot firefighter are dating?"

Buck did a double take at the out of the blue question. "What? No. What?"

Becky squinted at him through her glasses. "You were declaring your undying love to him earlier. Well, to your boss, so he could tell him. Which is way less romantic."

"Not my undying love."

"Well, you thought you were dying. So, yeah. You kind of were."

Buck ignored her, but all it did was wind her up even more. Becky spun around so fast he almost collided with her. "Oh, my god, he doesn't know. This is so extra. How long have you been pining for him?"

His cheeks started turning pink. "Can we move on now?"

"I’ve been fighting for my life for the last two days. You will allow me to bask in this rom-com of glory." She grabbed his shoulder in excitement. "You have to tell him now. Like you need to embrace him with a mad passionate kiss or something."

"Um."

"You can't keep something like that to yourself. It’s not fair to you or to him."

Buck searched Bobby for help, but Bobby shook his head. "She actually has a point."

Traitor.

Tagging those who might be interested or who might want to share their own words. @mellaithwen @homerforsure @spotsandsocks @the-likesofus @fleurdebeton @favouritealias @exhuastedpigeon @andavs @elenaazra @hippolotamus @steadfastsaturnsrings @shyaudacity @thebestbooksaround @ci5mates @wildlife4life

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[melestasflight]

Tidbit Tuesday

summoned by @sallysavestheday

Currently, knees-deep in Two Half-Kings. Here's a little spoiler:

So it is as Fingolfin feared. This very reaction is why he has brought Fingon into this room behind closed doors. Because if Fingon’s anger is roused like this, Fingolfin cannot imagine what Maglor's letter would bring out of those in his host who have lost children, entire families. There are no Noldor for anyone to rule. There is only us and them.

no pressure calling upon @welcomingdisaster @meadowlarkx @emyn-arnens to share a bit of a WIP if you'd like

#tidbit tuesday #fingolfin #fingon #maglor

[sunnywiththestars]

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So maybe I'm on a little bit of that bucktommy kick- so what?

The screen lit up at him with a notification,  [From Tommy:]  Hey, I thought you were on a 24?  Not that I’m opposed to hearing from you.  Buck chuckled at the message but quickly found himself coughing. Hen had warned him that might be a side effect. Right- she’d also said to put ice on it.  He quickly typed a response back,  [To Tommy:] I was. Something happened, not a big deal I swear, I just got sent home early.  He crossed from the kitchen island to his freezer. Being a firefighter and having an ex emergency room nurse, current 9-1-1 dispatcher for a sister, combined with two paramedics and one ex army medic as friends, well it felt like a given that his home would be stocked with first aid supplies.  There were ice packs stored off to one side, one’s specifically made for first aid in mind. Those blue jelly ones that only sometimes could get a hole poked in them and started to leak a really gross blue… substance. Buck grabbed the towel he kept on the handle of his stove and wrapped up the ice pack in it and carried it over with him to sit on the singular recliner chair in his living room. He put his feet up and laid back, a deep breath in and- Another small coughing fit. 

Thanks @perfectlysunny02 for tagging me!

If you need a reason to post one, I am tagging you, reading this.

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[leucisticpuffin]

Tidbit Tuesday

@thelordofgifs, @thescrapwitch and @grey-gazania tagged me to share a snippet of WIP last week, but I was deep in editing and forgot so you're getting it now :-)

“Nothing,” said Maglor, as quickly as a child who knows he is in trouble – but Maedhros was quicker. He reached across Maglor and fished the glasses out of his pocket: the arm was at a very strange angle, hanging on by a few pieces of sticky-tape.  “Nelyo! It is most impolite to take things out of other people’s pockets–” “Save the dramatics.” Maedhros poked at the broken arm, making it wobble dangerously. The sticky-tape was already peeling away. “Is this your attempt at a repair? The twins could do better.” “I was in a hurry!” snapped Maglor, snatching the glasses back. At this last carelessness the sticky-tape gave up entirely; there was a crack, and the wobbly arm was left in Maedhros’ hand.  “Oh dear,” said Maglor, rather helplessly.  Sometimes, I had learned, Maedhros wanted to laugh and would not let himself because he knew it would hurt. This was one of those times. He made an odd little huffing noise and set the glasses-arm down on the table, leaning his head on his folded arms.  “I’m glad I’ve amused you,” said Maglor frostily. He peered at the glasses – now armless – in his hand. “I think I must have left them in my pocket when I went to bed; I must have rolled over and squashed them… ah, it could be worse.”

Tagging @echo-bleu and @that-angry-noldo if you want to join in!

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[ksbbb]

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Tagged by @shipperqueen6

You’re hard to hide from.” He admits, holding his breath, captivated by Theo’s possessive nature.

“You tried hiding earlier but that’s okay. I like finding you.” Theo smirks and Liam’s not sure what to say or do, but he’s caught up in the surge of excitement tingling down his spine.

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[911onabc]

tidbit teaser tuesday

tagged by @rewritetheending @panbuckley @thewolvesof1998 @prince-buck-diaz

i know i know i KNOW i said i would finish divorce lawyer au before i went back to college athlete stuff. but. idk i'm really tired lately and writing this stupid little au feels like a warm hug. so. yeah <3

“No kidding. What did you even do driving for so long?” “I uh…” Eddie trailed off. His voice was soft and broken up, obvious that he had been awake too long. “I don’t know. I listened to a couple of podcasts. I sang along to the radio for a little bit.” “You sing?” “I-not really,” Eddie clarified. “Not well. Just to keep me from passing out on the road.” “What kind of music do you listen to?” “I dunno,” Eddie said. “Whatever is on the radio, I guess.” “That’s weird.” Buck said, wrinkling his nose. “That’s not weird!” Eddie protested. “Songs are on the radio because they’re popular. People like songs on the radio.” “Sure,” Buck said. “But we’re in the age of streaming. You can curate playlists to have whatever you want on them and only have music you like, and you’re choosing to just roll the dice on whatever some local DJ is playing?” “I guess I just don’t really care that much.” Eddie offered up as an explanation–one Buck personally felt was a bit of a cop-out. “That’s kind of a red flag.” Buck said.  “A red flag?” Eddie questioned.  “That you don’t have opinions on music.” “I never said I don’t have opinions on music,” Eddie groaned, but Buck imagined that he was smiling. “I just meant I’m easy to please, I’ll listen to whatever. I don’t think that’s a red flag.” “Yeah,” Buck said. “Not normally. But you weren’t with anybody, so it’s not like you were doing it for somebody else. It’s weird. Red flag.” “Okay, whatever. I wasn’t really spending that much time listening to music anyways.” Eddie mumbled.  “Well then what else were you doing? With all that time?” “I was uh–” Eddie “I was thinking, mostly.” “About what?” “Mostly about how I had been excited to go home for Christmas for weeks,” Eddie said. “To like, see my family and everything. But all of a sudden, you kiss me in the goddamned gym, and…and I know that you’re going to be there the whole time I’m back home. So for a good portion of the drive I was just asking myself why the hell I was leaving LA when I could stay there with someone I like a whole lot more than my high school friends and probably most of my family. And also, I was thinking about what we could do, if I did turn around and go back to LA, which, uh–well I kind of had to stop myself from thinking about that for the purposes of road safety.” “Oh.” Buck said. He wanted to say more. Something charming or funny or sexy, only it kind of felt like his brain was short circuiting.  He was panicking–just a little bit. Because, well, Eddie liked him. Eddie, who was popular and perfect and a little bit of an asshole. Eddie, who had shoved his way into Buck’s life and endlessly embarrassed him. Eddie, who was a man.  Eddie, who Buck liked so much that he was starting to wonder if he had ever actually liked anybody else at all. Because liking someone had never felt like this. It wasn’t a bad panic, more like nervous excitement. But it was panic nonetheless.

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[wildlife4life]

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Tagged by: @spotsandsocks, @thewolvesof1998, and @prince-buck-diaz Thank you all so much, I love to share!

Rules: share whatever scene or snippet from your fic that has you excited.

Don't think I have to really say what fic I'm sharing from, ha. So here ya'll are!

Chimney whipped his head around towards Eddie, “How that fu-“Hen elbows him, “How in the world did you afford all that? And find the time? I know you said you’ve only met the quarterback like once, but did you give him a kidney or something?” “Or something.” Hen just barely catches the under the breath comment from Christopher, who ducks away when she tries to catch his eye. Another mystery to add to the pile that is Eddie Diaz and now Christopher Diaz. Eddie sighs, “I’ve been very fortunate with my work schedule in the past and my captain was flexible with me, considering how much my partner works himself.” “And yet you still could afford practically season tickets on a fireman’s salary…no offense man, but like are you selling organs on the black market?” Chim inquires. Eddie rolls his eyes, snorting at Chimney’s wild theory and Christopher just laughs, “No. Buck takes care of everything.” And the first thought that pops into Hen’s brain and past her filter is, “Oh my gosh, Buck is your sugar daddy!” Eddie goes bright red and his son doubles over in peeling, bright laughter.  Chimney joins in and so does Hen after she gets over her own mild embarrassment. Behind them all, she can hear the soft chuckling of Bobby and Carla. “Tia Pepa says that too!” Christopher shrieks between giggles. “Buck is not my sugar daddy.” Eddie mutters as a very weak defense. His son sniffs, shattering his father’s argument, “Dad, we have a private chef and for your last birthday he flew us to Pebble beach so you could play golf and Buck hates golf.” The entire room erupted.

In my world, Eddie likes playing golf and Buck tags along just so he can stare at his ass in golf pants. 😉

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[smilingbuckley]

Yep, I'm gonna try it

Tidbit Tuesday

Am I scared? Yeah. But I'm gonna listen to my friends and not let some asshole on Tumblr keep me from sharing things I'm proud of. I'm going to guess it was a one time thing, and this post is different anyway - a snippet instead of an idea

I might be hesitant posting about ideas, but I'm not going to let them stop me from sharing snippets with you.

So, here is one for the fic I'm trying to write for Buddie Week. It'll be short but sweet and sad and comforting. Buddie + Buck & Chris.

Based on what I suspect we're getting in the new ep, I'd say some Buck comfort is needed by next week.

His body feels heavy. Like he has carried heavy equipment all day long. He hasn’t. Instead, he has carried the ghost of Daniel for his whole life. Even now once the secret is out, that burden doesn’t go away. It only got heavier.

His parents expectations don’t change. Their love – or lack thereof. They’re trying, they really are, but that’s what makes it so tough. They have to try to love him. They try so hard, and yet. Yet they don’t. Yet they lack love in their eyes when they look at him. Their interest in him fades and he knows that if it weren’t for Jee-Yun and Maddie, they would never have bothered with him at all. But he is important to Maddie and to Jee, so here they are.

But it is exhausting. It’s exhausting not to be loved.

In my short break I've been tagged by so many people in so many things that I lost count. So I'm just gonna do a taglist :)

@tizniz @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck @diazsdimples @mattsire @chaosandwolves @disasterbuckdiaz @buddieswhvre @theotherbuckley @loveyouanyway @mel-vaz

Also wanna say thank you to everyone who has reached out to me the last few days or who has responded to me reaching out to them. Your support makes me want to stay, so I'm going to give it another chance. Because I can't leave you guys, you're too important to me.

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[transbuck]

teaser tidbit tuesday >:)

tagged by @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @rogerzsteven @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @honestlydarkprincess

have some missing buck fic - per the results of the poll but honestly i'm glad you guys picked this one this scene precedes a very juicy scene sooo hope you guys enjoy ;)

tagging @diazass @911onabc @heartbeatdiaz @paranoidbean @wikiangela @oliverstaark @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @transboybuckley @prettyboybuckley @messyhairdiaz @housewifebuck

this one's kind of long so i'm shoving it under a read more, forgive me

The pair climbed into the car, Maddie glancing over at Eddie, who hadn’t spoken since they said ‘good morning’ several hours ago. Every mile they drove closer to Buck, Eddie seemed to get worse, the circles under his eyes darkening, worry lines pressed into his face.

They were almost there now, the last leg, the last hour. The sun was slowly lowering, and it felt to Eddie as though it was pulling his heart down with it, drowning it in his stomach. The radio played softly in the background, a slow, sad song that was all too fitting, because of course it was.

‘If this were a movie,’ Eddie thought, ‘we would show up and Buck would rush into our arms, and everything would be perfect.’ And trailing behind that thought was the knowledge, deep in his very bones, that this was not a movie, and this would not be the perfect reunion he wanted, that Maddie and the others expected. The hours, the days, the months between the last time they spoke and seeing him on that TV screen proved that.

Their car pulled up in front of a small, single-story house, the 811 on the front matching the scribbled address on the scrap of paper sitting in the cup holder. The garden was filled with plants, and there was a small gate surrounding it. It looked as though it had been cut out of a magazine, or perhaps a Hallmark film. The sun sunk down, the tops of the trees around the house brushing at it.

“You should go. Without me.” Eddie suddenly blurted out.

Maddie looked at him, brow furrowed, eyes laced with concern.

“Eddie… what’s going on?” She turned the car off, the radio halting and plunging them into silence. “The past few days you’ve been… withdrawing. What are you worried about?”

“Nothing. Really, it’s just- you’re family. You deserve a moment just the two of you.”

Maddie turned fully in her seat, reaching across for Eddie’s hand. His hand was cold and slightly clammy in hers. She could feel his anxiety in his racing pulse, the way he wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“You’re family, too, Eddie. No matter what happens, you’re Buck’s family.” She reached, tilting his head to meet her gaze. “You’re my family.”

#missing buck fic #tidbit tuesday #teaser tuesday #teaser tidbit tuesday #idk what the tag is #mywips

[exhuastedpigeon]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

tagged by @daffi-990 @thewolvesof1998 @hippolotamus @wikiangela @malewifediaz @daffi-990

This is from a soft sharing a bed prompt from @monsterrae1 that's somehow turned into smut

It takes them less than five minutes to get a room. Buck drops his credit card on the counter before Eddie can even get his wallet out because the hotel was Buck’s idea and he’s not going to let Eddie pay for it when Eddie probably has enough self restraint to make it back to one of their places instead of needing to get to the nearest bed so he can take Buck apart - not the way Buck needs it.  Or maybe he doesn’t have any self restraint either, because as soon as the elevator doors close, Eddie has his arms wrapped around Buck’s middle and is kissing him, hot and filthy. Eddie tastes like the one beer Buck saw him nursing for most of the party and like Buck’s own spit. That realization makes Buck’s hips jerk forward, grinding against Eddie. Eddie swallows the whine that leaves Buck’s mouth and grinds forward himself.  “Fuck, Buck,” Eddie says as the elevator doors open on the twelfth floor. They spill out still tangled together because Buck can’t bring himself to separate from Eddie. They stumble down the hallway looking for their room like that, mouths trailing kisses from mouth to jaw to neck, hands under shirts. It’s possibly the hottest thing Buck has ever experienced, which is saying something.  He doesn’t think he’s ever been this keyed up. Sure, he’s hooked up in bar bathrooms and in cars, but those were more about convenience. This though, this is because neither of them can keep their hands off of each other for long enough to make it home. It’s because if Buck doesn’t get his hands down the front of Eddie’s pants in the next five minutes he’s going to explode.

no pressure tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @rosieposiepuddingnpie @rainbow-nerdss @butchdiaz @jeeyuns @eddiebuckley-diaz @king-buckley @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @911-on-abc @weewootruck @thekristen999 @steadfastsaturnsrings any anyone else who wants to share!

#buddie #buddie wip #911 #tease tidbit tuesday #tidbit tuesday

[afterdarkprincess]

tidbit tuesday (wednesday)

Thank you @jeysbvck for the tag!! 💖 sorry I'm late

from my ongoing Sami/Jey WIP with inspo from @motherknuckers!!

-- His traitorous and hopeful mind. Shame floods his thoughts. He shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want him like this. There’s no use in indulging himself when it’s never going to happen. Just like there’s no use in catching Jey in dark corners backstage and pleading with him to see reason and leave the bloodline.

And yet…

Sami’s unfortunately never been one to take no for an answer, never knows when to quit. Sometimes it leads to him getting his ass kicked, sometimes it leads to sleepless nights dreaming about soft bronze skin, imagining what Jey’s lips would taste like.

He feels his face heating up, his dick stirring in his shorts at those briefest of thoughts. This is becoming a problem, spilling over from his idle daydreams into his interactions with Jey, getting distracted at each touch and glance Jey sends his way, only fueling this foolish desire further.

How would it feel if Jey touched him in reverence instead of anger? Holding Sami’s face in those big hands, warm and steady before pulling him in for a kiss.

His chest pangs at these images in his mind, memories of things that haven’t even happened. How is it he can see it all so clearly? He rubs at his tired eyes, like maybe it will get banish the ghost of Jey’s lips against his own.

It doesn’t work. ---- no pressure tags: @harmshake @imabillyami @elementaldoughnut12 and @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict and anyone else who wants to!

#samijey #wip #tidbit tuesday #late lol #sami zayn #jey uso