#moostie!!!

[bumblebee-be]

Heyoo, can you do 🍐🍊 and 🫐 for the writing asks =)

🍐 what genre(s) do you not write? Why?

oh boy okay i cannot wrote sci-fi simply because i am not smart enough to understand it well enough to write.

🍊 what is a compliment/praise you've received?

honestly the best compliment i have ever received is just anytime that someone has told me my writing made them feel something. it’s incredible to me. also, if someone ever tells me something i wrote is one one their favorites they’ve found or they love my writing, that just strokes the ego yk

🫐 what's a song that has inspired a recent scene? What was the scene?

ooh okay so it’s not an exact answer, but the night we met by lord huron has been a huge influence writing probie fic and you shall see why

[bumblebee-be]

Heyo, Car crash fic please? >=)

okay. this is the one i have the least planned for. or thought out. or ideas at all. which you know. so thank you.

BASICALLY buck gets severely rattled (and possibly hurt) after a call, and gets send home. as he’s driving home, he gets Tboned (i think) and a bystander calls 911. eddie’s on duty with the rest of the 118 and arrives at the scene to find buck about as close to dead as one gets and has an Extremely Difficult Time (naturally). it leads to some Realizations. i’m also considering giving buck temporary retrograde amnesia because i have ALWAYS wanted to write an amnesia fic.

to sum it all up: buck car crash whump and eddie crisis is all i have solidly planned. someone needs to help me.

[bumblebee-be]

🌹 >=)

because i know you just LOVE this line from probie fic >:)

And asking- asking is the scary part.

[bumblebee-be]

this is a test to see how many tags i have that refer to moost

[bumblebee-be]

I challenge you to do Seven Sentence Sunday! No backing out >=))

well i was not tagged, but if you insist >:)

Seven Sentence Sunday !

“You’re staring.” The words rumble through Eddie’s chest, vibrating against Buck’s skin.

“Sorry, I was just- you’re- it-” Buck stammers, his face burning. The corner of Eddie’s mouth lifts in a half-grin and he opens his eyes, squeezing Buck’s arm.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Buck breathes out slowly as Eddie looks down at him, his smile widening. He leans closer, his words breathing across Buck’s lips and his hand coming up to cradle Buck’s face, his fingers pressing into the soft skin beneath the hinge of his jaw carefully. “I was doing the same thing earlier.” Eddie presses his mouth against Buck’s before Buck has the chance to try and formulate a response. Eddie’s fingers dig into Buck’s jaw, angling his head for better access. Buck goes willingly, his stomach flipping as Eddie kisses him. He’s insistent, commanding, but still so painfully careful with Buck.

When he pulls back, thumb brushing across Buck’s lower lip and eyes dark with a sort of hunger that sends a shiver down Buck’s spine, the words just come spilling out,

“Could I get your number?”

First rule of hookups: never ask for their number.

i’m gonna tag @prettyboyandthekid and return it to @themoostking cause you have to do it too hehe

[bumblebee-be]

16, 28 and 95 for the business asks please 💕💕

16. Favorite movie:

we’re the millers has a very special home in my heart and head

28. Favorite ice cream?

chocolate chip cookie dough!!!

95. Have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

god yes several times actually- usually due to my brothers. i think i was crying the other night when we were trying to figure out what your friend looked like

[bumblebee-be]

This feels like cheating but can you do Bed, stare, and wall for the word game? 🐌 (here’s a snail you’re welcome)

thank you sm for the snail his name is now Joe

Bed

(probie fic my beloved <3)

Eddie winces, pulling back a bit more. “Listen… it’s nothing personal- you’re actually like really, really great but this was just a-”

“A one time thing,” Buck cuts in, swallowing his disappointment. He shifts, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of Eddie’s hotel bed. “Right.”

Stare

(bed fic aka group therapy trip fic aka my OTHER beloved)

[Buck] risks a glance up as he starts down the steps and find Eddie on the ground floor, staring straight back at him. Buck’s face warms and he stares down at his feet as he takes the steps two at a time. He feels Eddie’s gaze burning into him all the way down, but when he gets to the bottom and looks up, the other man is gone.

Yeah, he thinks, this’ll definitely be an interesting trip.

Wall

(in looking for this i have discovered i use the word swallow a lot and the word wall approximately four times all in finished pieces so. here.) (intro scene to bed fic aka group therapy trip fic!!)

“We’re what, now?” Buck asks, blinking. He’s sitting on the couch in the firehouse loft, Eddie at the opposite end, both of them staring at Bobby. Eddie’s confused expression mirrors his own when Buck glances over. Eddie doesn’t look back. Buck swallows whatever ugly feeling is burning in his throat and directs his attention to Bobby.

“Taking a trip.”

“What does that even-” Buck starts exactly as Eddie goes,

“What kind of-”

[bumblebee-be]

Uno reverse!

Please share a random fact/info dump about any topic at all >=)

omg okay listen there's this thing in psychology. it's been scientifially proven (in studies and research and stuff) that for each older male brother born before him, a right handed mald (ONLY right handed) becomes more and more likely to be a homosexual