Found this one buried in the WIPs pile and, upon request, here we go! Some Buddietommy/Polyfire Bratty Eddie
tagged by: @circledwithaheart and i know @soupfic has been tagging me lately too
The way Eddie’s head was tilted back left his throat fully exposed, his eyes fluttering closed as he attempted to take a deep breath. “Still misbehaving?” A new voice entered the room, a hand slowly finding its way to wrap around his neck, just tight enough to cause breathing to be difficult.
“I think we’re finally getting somewhere.” Buck murmured, his hold on Eddie’s hair loosening as Tommy’s hold on his throat stayed firm. “Just had to knock him down a few pegs. Remind him he isn’t the boss here.”
Eddie let out a whimper as he felt his dick start to stir in his pants. “Oh, is baby girl getting turned on by this?” He could hear the smirk just from Tommy’s voice. “Too bad he’s misbehaved. He doesn’t get to cum tonight until we let him, isn’t that right Evan?” The eldest member of the polycule moved to stand behind Eddie, the sound of kissing soon filling the room. “Exactly. Maybe he’ll learn his lesson this time.” Evan replied, his voice already sounding strained.
Eddie squirmed the best he could, the ropes digging into wrists and ankles as he watched the scene unfold on the bed. Buck and Tommy were having sex without him. He couldn't even touch himself, just had to sit there and watch it.
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Let's go for the number 217 and whichever sparks joy/feels right for the track between BuckTommy or BuddieTommy đź’ś
Good luck with the writing and I wish you, your kitty, and all who loved them peace
also tagging @buffaluff because they also requested 217 and BuddieTommy
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i'm not your princess, this ain't a fairy tale
BuddieTommy | 1,016 words | Teen
It wasn't that he didn't love Eddie and Tommy anymore, it was the complete opposite if he was being honest to himself. He loved them so much that it hurt, and it hurt even more when he realized just how much it was harming him to be a third member of a relationship.
OR: Buck leaves his relationship behind.
Ao3 Link: i'm not your princess, this ain't a fairy tale - brittwrites - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
OR read below the cut!
Eddie and Tommy were both gone on a shift, which left Buck at home all alone. He had seen them off that morning, giving them both a soft kiss before they each left in their respective vehicles. The moment the door closed behind them, Buck felt the breakdown beginning in his chest.
This was it. His last morning in the shared house they all were living in. After months of feeling like an outsider in the relationship, Buck was finally moving out and putting his own emotional well-being first.
It wasn't that he didn't love Eddie and Tommy anymore, it was the complete opposite if he was being honest to himself. He loved them so much that it hurt, and it hurt even more when he realized just how much it was harming him to be a third member of a relationship.
Buck had so little in common with Eddie and Tommy when it came to interests they could do together. Meanwhile, Eddie and Tommy had muay thai and basketball they could do together, not to mention flying to Las Vegas for fight nights when Tommy's buddy had extra tickets to give away.
Buck wasn't in to any of that. He never had been, he never would be. He only did it to make his boyfriends happy, even if he was miserable doing it.
It all came to an end now. He was leaving, going back out into the world on his own. Eddie and Tommy would be happy with one another and Buck would find someone else in life that he would fall in love with. Someone to fill the hole in his heart that would always be shaped like two specific firefighters and a boy he had watched grow up.
He moved quickly through the house, packing his clothes and shoes into the boxes he had stored in his truck until this moment. Between the boxes and the few suitcases he had brought with him when he moved in, he could pack his belongings with ease. Clothing, toiletries, books and kitchen utensils. Anything he had brought with him upon move in was tucked away into a box somewhere.
Any sort of picture of the three of them, Buck left where they were. He couldn't bring himself to take them with him, not with how much his heart was breaking already. Taking those memories with him would only cause everything to hurt even more. He could leave them behind, let Eddie and Tommy do whatever they wanted with them.
Buck just needed to take care of himself. He had to put his mental health first and embrace what he needed. That was a fresh start somewhere else. He would stay in Los Angeles, stay within the LAFD, but he wasn't staying in an area where he could risk seeing Eddie, Tommy, Chris or anyone who was affiliated with the 118.
Taking the risk while out on a call, where they couldn't stop him to talk about everything, was something Buck was willing to do. They couldn't bring things up when they were working, they had to keep to the job. Outside of work? Buck was going to keep to himself where he couldn't be found.
Once the boxes and suitcases were packed, Buck began to carry them all out to his truck. It was like playing a game of Tetris, but he managed to get everything packed into the backseat of the cab and the bed of the truck. The last thing he did in the house was to lay his note out on the kitchen table for Eddie and Tommy to find. It explained why he was leaving and that he didn't want to be found, that he needed time to find himself and to build himself as a person.
He had written it the night before, after Eddie and Tommy had gone to bed for the night. Sitting at the dining room table, just the moonlight streaming through the window, he managed to write the letter without smearing the ink on the paper. His face was a mess of tears, snot running down his face and mixing with the tears. Emotionally, he was a mess but he knew the letter needed written so he could leave it when he left.
Now, he was leaving. The letter was on the table and his house key sat next to it, weighing it down. It felt heavy as he laid it down, like it was burning his skin to touch it, knowing what was coming next. Placing it atop the letter, Buck took a deep breath and let it back out, slow and stuttery, showing just how little he was holding it together.
Closing his eyes, Buck nodded his head and swallowed down the rock in his throat. He passed down the hallway, glancing at all the photographs that lined the hallway with memories. It was like moving through molasses to get to the front door, but the moment his hand touched the handle, he snapped to reality and almost threw himself out onto the front porch.
He had to get away, before he changed his mind and unpacked everything from his truck.
This wasn't his fairytale anymore. It was too late for him to fix everything, he had to go.
He stopped on the front porch long enough to send in the transfer papers he had filled out and had been holding onto for a while now. Where the LAFD would send him would be unknown, but he knew he had to get out of the 118 and couldn't go to the 217 and Harbor Station.
He had to leave his friends and family behind.
Taking one last look at the house that held so many memories, Buck climbed into his truck and put it in reverse, heading toward his future. A future that hopefully held better memories than the ones he was leaving behind where he felt like he could have his own fairytale.
It was for the best, that's all he kept telling himself as he left the neighborhood for the last time.
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Buck let out a wet laugh and wiped at his eyes. “Yeah, no Athena definitely helped to get them to leave me alone. I need to send her a flower arrangement or something for doing that.” He laughed again and a small smile spread across his face, the first one since the night he had found Eddie. “You guys really think I can do this and not fuck Chris up too much? Because I really, really think Eddie was drunk when he decided that I get custody of his son if he…” The fear and hesitation in his voice couldn’t be hidden.
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For @achillean9-1-1s for the @buddietommy2026 gift exchange.
"Tommy, he's six months pregnant. With twins, might I remind you. His hormones are everywhere and he's on a hair trigger about things. It's going to get worse every day until he either delivers the twins or his OB-GYN decides that he needs a cesarean section. We just have to remind him that what he's feeling is normal and that if something goes wrong, that it's still okay. Remind him that we still love him no matter what happens during this pregnancy."
OR: Eddie's having a rough day dealing with pregnancy hormones, so his family comes to the rescue.
Ao3 Link: even on the toughest days, you still deserve love - brittwrites - 9-1-1 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
i havent written anything in almost 2 months due to a few life issues (mainly finding out i need a 4th eye surgery) but i'm slowly coming back
tagging: @circledwithaheart back for all the lovely tags they give me
Tommy nodded, taking a deep breath. "I know, I know. It's just…a lot, Evan. I've never really been a parent before. My dad wasn't exactly a good example of what to be, and Chris is old enough that I don't know how to parent a young child. Chris is…he's 16, Evan. I don't know what to do with young kids or even how to help Eddie through his pregnancy." There was a tone of unsurity and desperation as he spoke, causing Buck to cup Tommy's face in his hands. "Tommy, we've gotten him through six months of his pregnancy. Yes, it might be getting tough right now but we've gotten him this far. It won't take much more to get him over the finish line." He lightly kissed Tommy's lips, grinning as he did. "We've got this. Finish making his snack and then we can keep sorting through all those baby clothes we were given."
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It took a few minutes for Buck to get to a point where he could get a few words out. “Eddie…I miss him.” He choked out, pressing his face further into Bobby’s shoulder. “I feel him here with me. It’s…I feel so close to him here.” The heavy tears slid down Buck’s cheeks, staining both his skin and Bobby’s shirt.
“It makes sense that you feel close to him here.” Bobby began pulling away just enough to look down at Buck. For as large of a man as Evan Buckley was, he looked absolutely tiny at the moment. “This is where you two met and bonded. This was where all your important moments seemed to happen.” His voice stayed soft as he tried his best to help Buck through his emotions. “Just because he isn’t physically here though doesn’t mean we can’t think or talk about him. I know it hurts, Buck, I went through the same pain when I lost Marcy and the kids, but it’ll help to talk about him. Even if you’re just talking about memories you two shared, it’ll help you to not fall into a dark place in life.”
tagged by @circledwithaheart for this new event, Teddie Tuesday.
not sure who else would be interested in this, but if you are...enjoy.
Shifting just slightly, he let out a soft groan before realizing something felt…wrong. The sheets were directly on his skin.
Now, don’t misunderstand him. Eddie Diaz has nothing against sleeping in the nude, but he only did that after…
Holy fuck, who did he hook up with last night after the fight??
A groan behind him catches his attention as an arm pulls his back flush against a chest, a pair of lips kissing behind his ear. “You’re thinking too hard. Go back to sleep.” The gruff, half asleep voice muttered as the grip tightened around his waist.
That voice…that voice was familiar to him. Even through the haze of the hangover he was nursing, Eddie clearly recognized that voice.
Tommy. He had hooked up with Tommy.
Instinctually, he wanted to run and hide. Buck didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be acknowledged. Realistically, he knew that wasn’t possible now that he was at work for his shift. He took a deep breath and turned around, his eyes slowly rising to meet Bobby’s.
“Buck, you can go home if you need to.” Bobby started, moving to stand and take a step toward Buck, who waved him off. “I can’t go back, Bobby. I just…I can’t be alone in that house.” He bit the inner portion of his cheek and shook his head, trying to stave off the tears. “At first I didn’t want to ever leave the house and now…now I can’t be in that house alone.” A tear fell down his cheek and he wiped away anymore before they could fall. “Don’t send me home. I need to be here, to focus on anything else but my life crashing down around me.”
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got tagged for the Word WIP game over on the main blog, @911varietyposts by @pluralityofaxes using the word BOWL.
Now I give you Deaddie, Buddie Divorce and my Buddietommy college AU!
B: Buck shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek at the thought of talking about it. “There’s nothing to talk about, Cap. I- I was too much to handle. He- Eddie just hasn’t found a way to, uh, to tell me that he wants the divorce. I- I guarantee that’s the problem, that’s what we’re hurdling toward.”
O: "Oh come on Mom. You know exactly why I left El Paso." Eddie rolled his eyes and helped Chris with snapping a block into place. "I wasn't going to raise my son there, we all knew that. That town is…its suffocating. I'm not putting Chris through that." The last thing Eddie wanted was for Chris to grow up trapped and suffocated like he had felt in El Paso. That feeling that he needed to conform and change himself to fit in with everyone around him.
W: "We missed our grandson. You don't let us see him all that often." Helena explained as they pushed their way into the living room with suitcases. Buck and Tommy had stayed in the dining room with Chris, distracting the youngest Diaz with a coloring book as Eddie and Abuela talked with Ramon and Helena.
L: Lean on each other. Buck will take care of you, but I know you’ll help to take care of Buck when he needs it. As for you, Chris, I really hope you can forgive me for leaving you like this. I promised you I wouldn’t leave you like your mom did…but here I am, gone.
gonna tag: @soupfic @circledwithaheart @srue-on-fire and anyone else who sees this. Your word is PLAN!
tagging: @circledwithaheart and anyone else who wants to do it/those who tagged me this week
A sigh escaped Tommy as he closed his own textbook. "I can hope they won't take Chris. I mean, think about it Evan…there isn't much you and I can do. Legally, we have no rights to Chris. He's not ours biologically and we aren't married to Eddie to have step parents rights to Chris. You and I…we're just the emotional support right now." He groaned and threw his head back, wincing at the thunk from where he misjudged how close he was to the wall. "All we can do is be there for Eddie and support him through this shit with his parents. Hopefully at the end of it, we still have Chris here with us instead of packing his bags and sending him off to live with his grandparents."
He grabbed Buck's hands and tugged him across the couch. "We have to stay strong through this for Eddie. The last thing we want to do is let ourselves fall apart when Eddie's already struggling like this. We help him with whatever he needs but we don't push the matter more than what needs to be done, okay?" He cupped Buck's face in his hands, giving him a look. "We do what we need to do to help Eddie with this. We make sure he keeps custody of Chris by proving he's a damn good father who can balance life, school and being a father."
I've broken the buddietommy college au back out and it's coming right along!
Helena and Ramon shared a look with one another before Helena dug around in her purse, pulling out a large manila envelope. "Eddie, we just…we think this is for the best. It'll be the best for everyone involved." He took the envelope and opened it, his eyes scanning the papers that fell out. "You…no, no this isn't happening." His eyes were wide and wild as he looked at his parents, his hands shaking. "You aren't taking my child. You aren't going to steal him to get a redo for how you fucked up the girls and I. He's my son!"
As Eddie's voice grew louder, his emotions taking over to the point he couldn't control his volume or how his hands were shaking, Chris began to cry. "See, Eddie. You can't control your emotions and it made him upset! This is why he needs to live with us in El Paso, not here on a college campus in Los Angeles!" Helena threw back, moving to pick up Chris, who was beginning to crawl away completely.
giggling. i love this fic. more deaddie for the dashboards.
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His eyes glanced at the trio, though his head never turned to face them directly. He kept his head pointed downward, trying to hide the pain that was still obvious in his blue eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about it with anyone. He took another sip of coffee and went to dash back down the stairs, the calling out of, “Buckley” behind him freezing him in his tracks.
Instinctually, he wanted to run and hide. Buck didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to be acknowledged. Realistically, he knew that wasn’t possible now that he was at work for his shift. He took a deep breath and turned around, his eyes slowly rising to meet Bobby’s.
“Buck, you can go home if you need to.” Bobby started, moving to stand and take a step toward Buck, who waved him off. “I can’t go back, Bobby. I just…I can’t be alone in that house.” He bit the inner portion of his cheek and shook his head, trying to stave off the tears. “At first I didn’t want to ever leave the house and now…now I can’t be in that house alone.” A tear fell down his cheek and he wiped away anymore before they could fall. “Don’t send me home. I need to be here, to focus on anything else but my life crashing down around me.”
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Ignore the fact it's almost 3am for me, it's before midnight on the west coast so it COUNTS.
More Deaddie for you all!
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As for you, I really hope you can forgive me for leaving you like this. I promised you I wouldn’t leave you like your mom did…but here I am, gone.
I know I wasn’t the best father to you. I was gone the first few years of your life, off in Afghanistan, running from my problems. You, however, were never a problem for me and I want you to know that. I loved having you as my son, Christopher Diaz. You were the absolute best thing to ever happen to me.
I just wish I could have been a better father to you, the father you truly deserved to have raising you.
You are such a ray of sunshine in this dark world. I know you’re going to grow up and do such amazing things. You are so smart, and I know you get that brain from your mother. She’d be so proud of you, mijo. I’m so proud of what you’ve done so far in life.
Ignore the fact it's almost 3am for me, it's before midnight on the west coast so it COUNTS.
More Deaddie for you all!
tagging: @circledwithaheart @soupfic and anyone else who sees this.
As for you, I really hope you can forgive me for leaving you like this. I promised you I wouldn’t leave you like your mom did…but here I am, gone.
I know I wasn’t the best father to you. I was gone the first few years of your life, off in Afghanistan, running from my problems. You, however, were never a problem for me and I want you to know that. I loved having you as my son, Christopher Diaz. You were the absolute best thing to ever happen to me.
I just wish I could have been a better father to you, the father you truly deserved to have raising you.
You are such a ray of sunshine in this dark world. I know you’re going to grow up and do such amazing things. You are so smart, and I know you get that brain from your mother. She’d be so proud of you, mijo. I’m so proud of what you’ve done so far in life.
