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@littlefreakbuckley
need a big boy
9.7k | pwp | size kink | first time
The thing is, Eddie’s not small. He’s carried grown men bigger than him out of a burning building. He stands at six feet. He’s broad and large, and he knows that his stature was something the women he was with liked about him.
Sometimes though, Buck makes him feel small.
He likes it.
or,
Eddie discovers he has a size kink.
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9-1-1 (2018-) ✽ S02E01 ✽ ‘Under Pressure’
fuck it friday
i have been tagged by……… so many people in WIP games but i have been going through the horrors with work and have not made any significant progress on things 😭 i did realize i have eddie’s secret tattoo fic almost complete (except the ending ofc) that i had just totally forgotten about, so have a little snippet of buck losing his mind to maddie:
He’s feeling crazy. Buck is feeling crazy because his—boyfriend? partner? they haven’t exactly defined the relationship yet, and maybe that’s another red flag Buck’s been ignoring—Eddie is avoiding sex. Once is whatever. Twice is suspicious. More than three and Buck’s on the verge of a nuclear meltdown, banging on his sister’s front door before nine on a Saturday. “I told you to go potty before you lef—oh!” Maddie freezes mid-sentence, swinging the door open wildly. “Buck.” She blinks at him. “What are you doing here?” Maddie leaves him in the entryway, walking through the living room. “Did we have plans?” He ducks around the corner, surveying the house. “Uh, is Chim here?” “No, he took the kids to the park,” she calls over her shoulder. “Why, what’s up?” Buck trudges after her into the kitchen, feet dragging. “Eddie doesn’t want to have sex with me,” he says miserably. This whole thing is miserable. “Whoa, and good morning to you.” Maddie beelines for the fridge and pulls out a bottle of orange juice. And also, notably, some champagne. “It is way too early to be doing this without alcohol. Mimosa?” “Nah, I-I’m good.” “More for me then.” She shrugs cheerfully and starts pouring herself a glass. Once she’s got the ratio of juice to bubbles right, she motions to Buck. “As you were saying?” “I… I think Eddie doesn’t want to be with me.” “Hmm,” Maddie hums. Buck narrows his eyes, frowning. “What ‘hmm’?” “Nothing! It’s just—” She tilts her head, considering, and points at him, punctuating each word with a wave of her finger. “First you said he didn’t want to have sex, and then you changed it to he doesn’t want to be with you.” “W-well, yeah.” He shrugs. “They’re the same thing, right?” “Are they?” “Yes, Maddie. At least, that’s what it feels like.” Maddie arches a brow, taking a sip from her glass. “And have you talked to him about it?” “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Eddie, is there a reason you flee the room every time I try to take off your pants?’” Her eyes go wide. “He flees?”
because it’s been so long, i’m retagging all of the wonderful people who i owe: @soupfic @hawkslonggoodbye @eddiesgayladder @coldbam @bucksgreyhairs @zinnydark and anyone else writing now, i wanna read it!!!
Happy Pride to Hen Wilson
hello tumblr friends! for those of you who don't use twitter, I wanted to let you know about something very exciting that me and OOMF have put together...
PROUDLY INTRODUCING.... BOTTOM EDDIE WEEK!
from July 24th to July 31st, we will be celebrating all things bottom Eddie!
below you will find our full list of prompts and here at our AO3 collection you can see some examples of what each prompt might entail, as well as a more detailed list of rules.
any questions you might can be answered here if needed. I know there are some great b!Eddie authors over here so I wanted to give y'all the chance to participate as well.
thank you in advance for your interest, or even just your like and reblog <3
happy writing and so excited to see what you all come up with! cheers to Eddie getting his hole stuffed this July!
beckon call
a fic collab with @organyx ♡
E | pwp | crack treated seriously | 11k
Someone exclaims in the background, but Buck’s voice cuts through louder when he asks, “You… you want to borrow my…?” “Flashlight,” Eddie supplies with patient emphasis. It is not, strictly speaking, a leap of faith to assume Buck of all people would have one, but he did move recently, so— who knows what’s still lost in Packed Box Limbo. “Please tell me you have one I can use.” “I…” there’s a lengthy pause on the other end, Buck’s voice weak and tapering off at the end. “Y-Yeah, okay.”
Or: Eddie just needs to borrow some tools. Fleshlight, flashlight, what’s the difference? The distinction has never been more illuminating.
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world first organyx rhodeys collab… we really made smth incredible here I promise
WIP Wednesday
I've been saving up some tags from @betanoiz and @littlefreakbuckley until I had something to share, which feels like now! I'm getting quite close to being done with my eddieian fic sequel 🙃
“Ian asked if there was anything going on between you and me,” Eddie mentions the next day, out of the blue. He’s sitting on the bench, watching Buck work the punching bag while he takes a break. He’s been giving Buck a few pointers here and there, but his mind had drifted back to the conversation with his boyfriend. He didn’t mean to dwell on it. He’d told Ian his worries were unfounded, and that was that. Time to move on. But it was just so… ridiculous. Ian, cautious and unsure—a far cry from his normal confidence—only to imply Buck was some sort of threat. It’s all so absurd, Eddie couldn’t help letting it slip. After all, Buck would understand more than anyone else, and then they’d be able to have a good laugh about it. “What?” Buck yelps, missing his next punch entirely, the bag swinging right into him instead, knocking him a step back. “Whoa, you okay, man?” Eddie asks, not yet getting up from the bench. Buck’s got terrible form, but Eddie can’t take his eyes off it. It’s like a car crash or something, he muses. “Yup,” Buck answers immediately, getting right back into it, hitting the bag with a little more force, like he’s making up for his miss. “Yeah, all good. What did you—what did you say?” Eddie snorts. “Obviously, I told him there was nothing to worry about.” “Right. Obviously.” Buck throws a punch with each word.
tagging @magnusedom @exhausteddiaz @sooperlative @nothingmancy
Evan "Buck" Buckley in 9-1-1 S1E09 ~ Trapped
Buck in each episode
vile prophecy (scrape it out of me)
buddie | wingfic | fuck or die | 17k | explicit
Buck is silent on the other side of the curtain. Eddie wonders if maybe he’s given up, if there was enough bite in Eddie’s words to send him the other direction. He takes a trembling breath and watches water where it’s beaded on his lips and nose and lashes before it falls breath-stoked towards the shower floor. Eddie thinks, a little wildly, that this would be the view of the god he prayed to that night in the chapel. The thing that watches everything and answers, that sends the rain and the hurt and the death. The thing his abuela so desperately wanted Eddie to find. He thought he had when he got that text, in that one breath before the knife. He was so sure he’d figured it out, but water droplets can’t look up, and gods weren’t made to be found.
OR
Eddie gets a pair of wings that may or may not be terminal.
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next time buck gets badly injured he can't take strong painkillers anymore so he's just grimly pushing through the pain, so eddie starts investigating alternative pain management (and maybe he gets really annoyed about all the woo woo wellness healing crap and bitches to karen about it, because I long to bring back her little gay devil on the shoulder energy a la the face she made before asking eddie if he'd told buck about the el paso job offer, so perhaps she's the one who casually mentions this study she happened to read....) and discovers orgasms can help. aah :) he thinks, what a nice way to help my best friend. (buck hurt his hands/arms, I guess. or actually no it's funnier if he didn't and eddie just goes to him anyway and proposes-) let me jerk you off for your health and wellbeing :)
and buck thinks to himself: if I say no to this platonic suggestion, eddie might think I have feelings for him.
gotta say yes to prove I'm not in love with eddie
Meanwhile Eddie is like it is only right that I suggest this, because I said it wasn’t weird and I can’t have Buck think I’m queerphobic. Any good friend would want their friend to feel better! That makes me feel better. That’s all, that’s the reason this feels so good, touching Buck like this! It’s because Buck’s relaxed and pain free! So what if I get to hold his dick to make that happen! That’s why I feel so relaxed and why my dick is getting hard: it’s just that I’ve made such a warm and comforting environment for Buck to relax in, that it’s rubbing off on me like I’m rubbing off on him
and of course this gives them ample opportunity for some dorky medical roleplay. eddie in his fancywaiter voice: 'mr buckley? the doctor will see you now.' proceeds to give buck a handy that is pretend-clinical for approx 0.5 seconds and then the rest of the time they're beathing heavily inches apart staring into each other's eyes until buck comes so hard he sees the face of god, and then afterwards eddie clears his throat and puts the fancy waiter voice back on and goes 'okay mr buckley, you'll need to uh, book a follow-up appointment with the receptionist'
Gavin posted an old headshot, and Ryan commented on it.
snippet saturday/sunday (but make it monday) ✍️
hi hiii, i've been tagged SO many times in various weekday snippet sharing games and also in the last line tag game that was going around recently and i haven't had anything to share, but now i do so! i'm cashing in on all of those now lol.
ty to my lovelies @344j3 @gloomydiaz @tweetsongs @fastcardotmp3 @diazboys @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @semperama @iwasraisedfromperdition and @tizniz for the tags! (i think thats everybody? almost everybody? idk ive lost track of all the tags ive collected rip) 🫶🫶
here is a teeny little bite from the next drabble prompt i am working on!! i dont want to share tooooo much because these aren't super long, but!! i finally hit a stride with this one and i'm excited to share a few lines and hype it up a little bit!
Buck's knee knocks into his. It doesn't take much; Eddie's a bit of a manspreader on a good day, and tonight's laissez-faire slouch has unintentionally widened his sprawl even more. He's probably long since encroached on Buck's cushion like this, but Buck doesn't seem to mind. He presses his leg into Eddie's and leaves it there.
"Tell me a secret," he says, not quite a whisper, but hushed in a way that turns his voice rumbly. Eddie thinks if he were to rest a hand over Buck's chest, he could feel every word.
"What kind of secret?" Eddie asks, matching Buck's tone.
Buck purses his lips. Hums softly, in the back of his throat. Gestures absently with his beer bottle. "One you haven't told anybody else," he says.
Isn't that the point of all secrets? Eddie wants to ask. That none of them have been told to anybody else? But — he knows what Buck really means without having to ask: tell me a secret you haven’t told me.
no pressure tagging: @littlefreakbuckley @andcurioser @soupfic @pairofraggedclaws @queerstark @inthemidstofbuddie @rhodeys @dampbuck @perlaret and anyone else who has something they want to share!! 🫶
fuck it friday.
putting out feelers for this one as it's different from my usual smutty style...tagged by no one and not really tagging anyone but i'll mention some friens at the end just bc i want to <3
established relationship buddie hurt/comfort, anyone? (long snippet so there's more below the cut)
Eddie's never been so nervous to travel anywhere with Buck. For once, though, it's not his own issues causing the hangup — after New Mexico, he's never been more sure of his and Chris's place in Buck's life. They'd barely been on the road home from that disastrous town for an hour when it came out that Buck had nearly sacrificed himself for Eddie and Chris. Clearly, the will hadn't been enough for Buck to get the idea through his thick skull, so Eddie took a clearer route this time around: he'd pulled to the side of the road, shaking and aching, took Buck's face in both of his hands, and kissed him until Chris called in a panic after seeing their location still for so long. They should have known there'd be another shoe to drop, but neither of them saw it coming until Maddie arrived on their doorstep, fresh off a conversation with Phillip and Margaret Buckley. "A family reunion?" Buck's nose scrunched up like it always did when he was trying to avoid reacting. "We haven't done one of those since...have we ever?" Maddie had no such reservations, a frown settled deep in her face. "They do them every five years, but Mom and Dad haven't been invited since Daniel."
Ryan and Oliver’s FULL panel ft. Gavin from this weekend.
bestie. Ur new profile picture is unfamiliar(tm) to me. I am scrolling thru the dash going WHO THE FUCK until I see ur name and I’m like. Aw okay u can stay.
noooooo rip im sorry, buddy!!!! I was sick of the old pfp and layout so I needed something new 🤪 thanks for keeping me around 🫶🏻🫶🏻
send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble
“Come over here and make me.”
“Have you lost your damn mind!?”
“Please, don’t leave.”
“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
“I almost lost you.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Teach me how to play?”
“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
“I think we need to talk.”
“Kiss me.”
“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
“So, I found this waterfall…”
“It could be worse.”
“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
“The paint’s supposed to go where?”
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
“Just once.”
“You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
“I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
“I got you a present.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“Marry me?”
“I thought you were dead.”
“It’s not what it looks like…”
“You lied to me.”
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
“Please don’t do this.”
“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
“I wish I could hate you.”
“Wanna dance?”
“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
“Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
“You did all of this for me?”
“I swear it was an accident.”
“YOU DID WHAT?!”
“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Tell me a secret.”
“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
“No one needs to know.”
“Boo.”
“Well this is awkward…”
Writer’s preference
✴︎ all the love you won’t forget ✴︎
17.7k | amnesiac!buck, angst, established relationship | E
The doctor tilts her head to the only source of warmth in the cold, hospital room. “And who’s he?”
Buck’s eyes drift to Eddie, hungry for the sight of him. They fall upon the tense line of Eddie’s shoulders, the firm press of otherwise plump lips, watching like the very air in his lungs depend on Buck’s answer.
“That’s Eddie,” Buck answers, and the smile sneaks up on him. “Eddie Diaz. My partner.”
There. Relief washes through Eddie in a visible wave: his shoulders drop, features relaxing with the soft push of an exhale. Buck warms at the sight. Right answer.
A polysemy is a word with multiple, related meanings. The word partner, for example, can mean close friendship, a teammate, a co-parent. To someone else, it can also mean a lover.
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