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[iinryer]

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[glorious-spoon]

If you're still doing prompts, 13 (snowed in) because that seems the most corny and unlikely set up and therefore, fun 😂 thanks!

:DDD thank you! it IS super corny, and i love it

improvisation 1.4K words | explicit snowed in | established relationship | anal sex | marriage proposal | idiots in love

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"This was not the plan," Buck says, sounding hilariously put out as he drops a load of blankets onto the mattress that's been hauled out into the living room. The furniture is shoved to the walls, leaving an open space in front of the fireplace, where a merry little fire is crackling now. It's not really enough to beat back the cold, but they've been moving around enough that it doesn't matter right now, and by the time they're done the main room, at least, should be warmed up. Snow swirls against the windows, glittering in the night.

"Yeah, bud, I know," Eddie says patiently.

"It was supposed to be romantic."

"Still pretty romantic, if you ask me."

"Snowed in with no heat in the middle of nowhere—"

"—we're two miles from the main lodge—"

"—and who even knows how long it'll take them to clear the roads. We might run out of wood and freeze to death before then, or, run out of food and have to resort to cannibalism, and then we'll see how chill you are, Eddie. It could happen. Donner Pass is in California, you know."

"Yeah, about three hundred miles north of here," Eddie says, grinning, and hooks a hand around Buck's arm to pull him into a kiss. Buck kisses him back, and when Eddie finally releases him, there's a smile threatening to break through his pout. Eddie rubs a thumb over his lower lip, kisses him again, and says, "The cabin is fully stocked, and there's a full cord of wood on the back porch. We don't even need to split it ourselves. We just gotta… settle in for a couple of days, find some way to entertain ourselves until they dig us out."

Buck relents, finally, ducking his head and laughing. "I guess you had some ideas?"

"Oh, you know," Eddie says, with an easy, feigned casualness. "Private room, fireplace—"

"—mattress on the floor," Buck interjects, settling his hands on his hips, allowing Eddie to kiss his lips lightly again.

"Still seems pretty romantic, if you ask me."

"I just…" Buck makes a face. "I had a plan. I wanted everything to be perfect."

They've definitely been together too long for Eddie to get butterflies at that, but he does anyway. He cups the back of Buck's head, pulls him down into another kiss, lingering about it this time. "We're firefighters, Buck. We improvise."

"Yeah, yeah," Buck relents. "C'mon. Help me get the rest of the pillows."

The fire is roaring by the time they finally have the bed made up, heat spilling out into the room. Eddie lingers by the front door, watching snow swirl in the porch lights, drifts piled against the trees along the short driveway, a clean glittering spill of white. The truck is all but buried. It'll be a pain in the ass to dig it out, but that's a problem for tomorrow. For now, Buck's arms come around him from behind, his chin hooking over Eddie's shoulder.

"It's late," he murmurs, warm breath against the shell of Eddie's ear. Eddie shivers. "Come to bed."

"It's not that late," Eddie says, just to be contrary.

Buck bites his earlobe, a sharp little nip, and laughs when Eddie inhales sharply. "Come to bed anyway?"

And—well. Eddie's not gonna refuse that.

It's warm enough now that they don't really need the blankets. Buck strips him slowly in the firelight, pausing to get his mouth all over every newly bared stretch of skin, enough that Eddie is feeling faintly unhinged by the time they're both finally naked, Buck braced above him, settled between his open thighs. He had the foresight to grab the lube out of their luggage, apparently, and stash it within reach, so that he can get himself slicked up without moving off of Eddie. Eddie lies back and watches him do it: the golden expanse of his body, the gleam of lube and precome, the quick delighted little grin on his face when he glances up and catches Eddie watching him.

"See something you like?" he asks.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "Come here already."

"Well—" Buck breaks off what was assuredly going to be an extremely terrible pun when Eddie grabs at his ass, hauling him in close. As if in revenge, he spends a couple of minutes teases the slick head of his cock against Eddie's hole, nudging at him without pushing in until Eddie is squirming beneath him, undone in the way he always fucking is in moments like this, in a way that no one other than Buck has ever gotten him. 

"Come on," he pants, grabbing at Buck's thigh, his wrist, his fingers wrapped around his cock, keeping it right there, an agonizing tease. "Come on, come on, fuck me."

"You're so bossy," Buck laughs, breathless, and finally finally stops fucking around, sinks into Eddie in a single slow thrust. Eddie arches against him, aching, eager, as his body accommodates Buck's cock, his hands on Eddie's hips pulling him up, the slow rhythm he sets, which is pretty much designed to drive Eddie out of his fucking mind.

He doesn't touch himself yet, just holds onto Buck, watching him through heavy-lidded eyes. The firelight gilds him, gleaming golden on his sweat-slick skin, his messy curls, his soft wet mouth as he gazes down at Eddie.

He's being loud, probably. He always loses his head a little bit when he's getting fucked, which is something he spent the first thirty-five years of his life not knowing, but it's worth it now, watching Buck's eyes darken, his breathing speed up with every moan and breathless curse that falls from Eddie's mouth. They're sliding together with sweat now, Buck's hands like brands on Eddie's hips, Eddie's cock kissing wetly against his stomach with every thrust as he writhes against the sheets, moaning, fuck me, fuck me, please, c'mon, Buck, please, please, as if he doesn't already have Buck's cock driving into him, harder now, like he's finally losing some of his self-control.

"God, you're so—" Buck pitches forward, finally, bracing his elbows on either side of Eddie's head so that he can kiss the moans from Eddie's mouth. He stays close, working his hand between them to cup it over Eddie's cock, give him something to rut up into. "You're fuckin' perfect, baby, I love you, I wanna, wanna keep you just like this—"

"Yeah," Eddie breathes, tilting his head up for another kiss, biting at Buck's lower lip and getting a low, liquid moan for it. He can feel Buck's cock pulse inside him, heat sparking up his spine with every thrust, so fucking close.

"Wanna fucking—live inside you," Buck babbles into his jaw, lips wet and hot against his skin, and he's close too, Eddie can tell, the rhythm of his hips starting to stutter finally. "Wanna do this forever, wanna—wanna marry you—"

Eddie jerks, a broken shout catching on his tongue as he comes over Buck's fingers, spilling between them with a force that startles him, and Buck fucks him through it, a handful of hard, jerky thrusts before he follows, burying his face in Eddie's throat as his cock pulses inside him.

He goes loose once it's over, collapsing on top of Eddie like his strings have been cut. Eddie takes his weight easily, stroking a hand up and down Buck's sweaty, heaving spine, feeling his cock soften in slow pulses, the slick mess of his come slipping down the inside of his thigh. He's grinning, he realizes, stupid and delighted.

"You didn't hear that," Buck mumbles against his shoulder, sounding sheepish, and Eddie can't help it; he starts laughing.

"Oh, you didn't just propose while your dick was in my ass?"

"Okay, well, it just sounds crude if you put it like that."

Eddie pets his hair again, kisses his temple; Buck buries his face deeper in Eddie's throat with a disgruntled sound. "You don't have a ring hidden in your luggage somewhere?"

"No comment."

"Uh huh." Eddie tugs on Buck's hair again, and finally he lifts his head to look down at him, blushing and sheepish and beautiful.

"I had a plan," he says.

"I bet."

"It was a good plan. Super romantic."

"Okay, well, you can show me later," Eddie concedes, tilting his head up for a lingering kiss that doesn't work as well as it should because he can't stop smiling. "But for the record, this still seems plenty romantic to me."

[tweetsongs]

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(if you want! very keen for the last chapter of Eddie being insane about faking dating Buck and more odd jobs Buck 😊)

ok i think all four would kill the rain so since you mentioned fake dating and odd jobs i'll do those!

as i walk with the sun (not the part i wrote but i wrote some of the ending scene, so to avoid spoilers here's a bit from the middle!)

“Eddie,” he says again, this time with a little more steel in his tone. “This isn’t-- I’m not trying to pry--”

“Good,” Eddie says. “Because as our captain, that would be pretty inappropriate.”

Not that this has ever stopped any of them before, is left unsaid.

“-- but I have to know,” Chimney wraps his hands together over the table, looks at Eddie solemnly. “Is this something I need to be worried about? Professionally speaking?”

Eddie looks away slightly. “What did Buck say?” he asks, voice coming out more defiant than he intends.

“To his captain? He told me that he has no problem working with you,” Chimney says carefully. 

Eddie can feel his lips twist slightly, sharp and bitter. No problem, Buck said, as if Eddie were a floater or a transfer or some other innocuous, anonymous face passing by the 118. Hell, as if Eddie meant less than that, not even enough to spark indignation or jealousy or any of the small childishnesses that Buck indulges in when he feels threatened by change and feels safe enough in his place to show it.

“I’m guessing he said more to his brother-in-law,” Eddie bites out, trying to break the words into something more palatable.

odd jobs buck

"Sir, sir-- sir!" Hen yelps, gripping the grab handle on the passenger's side window as the vehicle suddenly lurches to life beneath her. "Sir, I'm going to ask you to shut down the car so I can check you over, it is not safe for you to--"

A rumble, and Hen barely registers the swoosh of air around her as they begin to move before the car lurches to the side, a weight slamming in from the suddenly open back side door. Hen absolutely does not scream even a little, which is what she'll say when she's laughing with her beautiful wife after shift today, as her eyes dart to the rear-view mirror.

"Buck?"

"Hen!" Buck twists up. In the driver's seat, the patient stares at him.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hen snaps.

Buck squints at her as the car keeps speeding. Hen's pretty sure she can hear Bobby's voice faintly behind them. At least that's something. "Me or this guy?"

"I have to-- I have to make this interview. You don't understand. This is life or death."

"And now it's all of our lives or deaths," Hen informs the panting driver, voice only slightly more hysterical than normal. She takes a deep breath. Forces herself to calm down. Buck, in the back seat, barely looks concerned at all. Idiot adrenaline junkie or not, Hen refuses to have the fucking probie be more put together than her in an emergency situation. The concept was not to be borne.

(help me work on my wips!)

[manycoloureddays]

Rules: without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favourite films, then tag ten people to do the same

cheers @pantsaretherealheroes 💜💜 january has been hectic but i will be organising a movie night with you soon!

this was really hard so take this as the first ten favourites that popped into my head today and not as a definitive list

tagging: @amberlouigi @wesgrady @gendahfluids @seymourbutz @broromini @s0ftpining @tveitaminute @peter-pantomime @kvothes @weekenddracula if you’d like 😌

[village-skeptic]

10, 18, 21 (I know you've answered the music one so you can either say a new song or skip it 😊)

10. What's your favorite book?

My brain absolutely blue-screened at this, I will have you know! I'm so bad at favorites. It especially feels hard right now, as I continue to try to grapple with how to feel about authors who were important in my life and who have since turned out to be real whack jobs.

I've never regretted picking up a book by Terry Pratchett, Ross Gay, Rebecca Makkai, Cat Sebastian, Sally Rooney, Rufi Thorpe, Rebecca Solnit, Maggie Nelson, or Deborah Tannen. I have been legitimately entertained, sometimes in ways that involve a lot of arguing, by books authored by Diana Gabaldon, Deborah Harkness, and Casey McQuiston. I have learned a hell of a lot about American history from books by Deborah Cohen, Jackson Lears, Walter Johnson, and Rick Perlstein, among a slew of others.

18. What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought?

Our second ("my") car. To which I recently said goodbye, in large part because the mechanics said it was going to need a new engine in the near future. Its last gift to me was holding on long enough to get us through our last days in our previous city.

Since our remaining car is getting very gentle use, my hope is that we can baby it with regular maintenance for a long, long time. But it's already an adolescent in human years, which is elderly in car years, so fingers crossed!

(I would prefer for our next major purchase to be real estate, but that's another can of worms.)

21. A song that evokes a good memory.

When I was a teenager and we were driving around in the car together with the radio on and singing along, my dad used to change the "you're still the one/and I wouldn't switch" lyric in Orleans' "Still the One" to "you're still the one/you son of a bitch" to crack us both up. 😂

[broromini]

☆ Eliot Spencer for the ask meme :)

MY BOY

Rich Man’s War - Steve Earle

The Weight - The Band

Hurt - Johnny Cash (cover)

Ares - Bloc Party

Long Time Travelin’ - Anna & Elizabeth

Thank you ❤️ (absolutely leaned into the country/Americana music my dad raised me into haha)

Send me a ☆ and a character name for a 5 track playlist of songs that remind me of them!

[glorious-spoon]

🪞- inter-dimensional portal shenanigans for buck? yes please!

yay, interdimensional portals! and also sleepwalking

Buck used to sleepwalk when he was a kid. It stopped around the time he hit puberty, thankfully. Maddie had already moved out by then, and every time his mom caught him wandering the house at night fast asleep she looked at him like he was a ghost, like he was digging a knife into her heart just by standing there in the living room or by the front door, dazed and barefoot in his pajamas. He gets it now, but that still doesn't make it a pleasant memory. His dad was the one who'd steer him back to bed most of the time once Maddie was gone, the one who'd settle the covers on him and sigh and say, you know how much this upsets your mother, Evan, as if he was doing it on purpose.

(Make me write!)

[glorious-spoon]

🤒🤒 thank you!

<333 eddie and hen! eddie is having a good time and normal thoughts!

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It feels unfair, really. Buck's the one nursing a—a crush. How long has that been going on, anyway? It can't have been while he was still with Tommy. Even if that relationship had an expiration date that was clear as anything to anyone other than Buck, eternal optimist that he is—that's just because Tommy was an ass. Eddie might not have realized it during that first early bloom of friendship, but he was. Obviously. He broke up with Buck, after all.

"Lift on three," Hen says, and Eddie snaps back to the present.

"Yep," he says, and lifts on her count. The man on the stretcher groans, and Eddie adds, "Don't worry, sir, we'll get you to the hospital, you'll be in good hands."

"Just maybe don't try any more solo construction projects," Hen adds, and the man—Jerry, fifty-six, phillips-head screwdriver embedded in the meat of his calf and currently carefully packed in place for transport—chuckles, then winces.

"Guess that was pretty stupid of me, huh," he says. "You'd think I'd know better."

(Make Me Write)