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Week Three: One-Shots

Sometimes all it takes is one chapter to tell a story. This week's recs celebrate one shots that tell unforgettable stories in a single sitting.

37 fic recs under the cut:

Tagged by @bucksgreyhairs: Post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people whomever doesn't matter.

Since the moment he started to look for his own place, Buck hasn’t shut up about his home gym. - Give Me A Spot? Buddie, E, 2.5K

“Fuck!” - The Sweetest Medicine, Buddie, T, 3.6K

The neighborhood is peaceful, with barely any other cars out on the road this late at night. - Home, as gen as a Mother's Boy coda can be, G, 1.3K

They can’t control the air conditioning in their motel room. - Liminal, Buddie, E, 7.3K

“You can keep it.” - Fees and Favors, Going Once, Going Twice coda, G, sub 1K

“Oh, fuck.” - Two Percent Failure Rate, Buddie, E, 1.4K

There’s a crash outside. - Bucks Can't Dance, Fighting Back missing scene, G, 1.9K

“I’d say seven out of ten?” - Sometimes You Just Gotta, Buddie, E, 18K

“You’re in luck, Buckley. Your Friday night is officially free.” - I'll Pyroclastic Your Flow, Buddie, T for Teen, 5.6K

One of the first things Carla does is kick Eddie out of his own house. - Buckaroo, Buddie, G, 3.6K

Rules: Post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people. Thanks for the tag @itcanbepalped

Buck sits alone at a bar in Austin, halfway to miserable. | beautiful stranger — different first meeting, rated E, 5k

Eddie smiles at the concierge as he walks through the lobby, trying to keep a normal pace on his way to the elevators. | when in nashville — coda, rated E, 3k

It’s early. Buck has two coffees from that diner Eddie really likes in his hand. He grips them, trying to find comfort from the radiating heat as he waits for A-shift to start filtering out of the firehouse. | tooth and nail — fight club era, rated E, 5k

The crowd is denser than when they first got here, the music is loud, and Eddie feels old. | open secret — coda, rated E, 5k

There is a reason Eddie should fight it when the void starts reeling him in again, even if he can't pinpoint exactly what it is. | retrograde — amnesia, rated E, 21k

“Okay, seriously. Are you okay?” Eddie asks when Buck returns from his kitchen with their next round, still favoring his bad leg. | hot stuff — hot tub sex, rated E, 4k

Buck comes upon it first. | glow — sex pollen from space, rated E, 3k

Buck is looming over his kitchen island like a dark cloud, staring down a box with a beer in his hand, when Eddie lets himself into the loft after his knock goes unanswered. | pandora’s box — rated E, 20k

‘All right, cowboy. Go get ‘em.’ His last words to Buck ring in his ears as he floats in a daze. | sweet heat lightning — coma ghost sex, rated E, 3k

Eddie drifts back into consciousness, syrupy and warm, smacking his lips together. | somewhere on the thoroughfare — exhibitionism, rated E, 4K

laughing at myself for even bothering to label the rating BECAUSE ALL I WRITE IS SMUT SORRY JESUS

eddie + being really straight. 6/?

i was tagged by @exhausteddiaz mwah thank you <3

writing has been going so fucking slowwww so slow. but i'm trying you guys 😭 some more from my one and only wip

Buck’s voice rings out from the couch. “I don’t – listen, like I told you and Ravi, the – wait, is Chris here?” “No, he’s at a sleepover,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, uncapping their drinks. “Okay, alright, so, like I told you guys, they were fun and the...the sex was really...ugh, god.” Buck is practically whining, and Eddie has to take a beat in front of the sink to close his eyes and breathe. His wires are getting crossed; he’s worked up, he was edged against his will and they’re talking about getting laid, so it’s natural that Buck’s tone would stir something in him. He rolls his shoulders, fruitlessly tries to will his blood to go anywhere but south, and joins Buck back in the living room. Buck takes the beer from Eddie’s extended hand. “It’s very tempting. But I can’t, I shouldn’t.” Eddie sits down with more momentum than intended and the toy drags against his prostate. He digs his nails into his palm to rein in the sound threatening to escape him as he shifts in his seat, readjusting his hips until the pressure relents enough to restore some of his brain function. He chances an anxious glance to his side, but Buck is focused on frowning at the bottle in his hand. The cool glass wets the line of Eddie's bottom lip as he takes a slow sip of his beer, eyeing Buck carefully. “So, you’re using me as your cooler.”

i feel like i have tagged a LOT lately lmao so whoever wants to share, please do, but otherwise ur good lmao <3

rated e | 9k | buddie | tipsy bar blowjobs, crop top eddie

For what it's worth, Buck's blaming May for this. Completely and whole-heartedly. It's her fault for throwing her end-of-the-semester party at the country western bar that opened a few months ago that she's been dying to go to, and it's her fault that she practically begged everyone to dress in theme. It's her fault that Buck outed himself (again) and his fruitless, long-term, definitely unrequited crush on Eddie at Bachelor-turned-Love Island night last week, and it's especially her fault that Buck's learning—for the first time—what his best friend looks like in... Whatever. … Okay, so maybe none of that is actually her fault. Maybe it's mostly Buck's fault. Maybe he felt safe with May, talking about this bottle of feelings that's been shaken so many times he's surprised it hasn't exploded already. Maybe she loves him in spite of it. Maybe because of it. And hey, maybe Eddie's just being a good friend, showing up to support May. In his boots and— Buck sighs, long and deep, determinedly looking back at the bar and the beers on tap. The round, oblong, and frankly far-too-phallic-for-Buck's-fragile-mental-state beer pulls stare back at him. He can feel Eddie approach from behind him, like he's got on a pair of jangly spurs that only Buck can hear, but it's more likely to be because Eddie'd have to pass the bar to get to the table where May is cheering Eddie! Eddieeeeeeeeeeeee! really, really loudly. He's pretty sure the spurs aren't real, but the distinct clack of cowboy boots are, getting louder as Eddie gets closer, and Buck, for reasons he will not be disclosing, is pressing his fingertips into the bar top with hydrolic intensity. In fact, as Eddie slides up next to him, Buck's pretty sure he can hear the wood of the bar crack beneath his hands. "Hey," Eddie says, knocking his hip into Buck's, setting off little rockets in his blood, "grab me something?" Buck mumbles, "Sure thing," before Eddie knocks his hip again and moves away. By the time the spurs stop jingling, Buck takes a glance down at the bar top. No holes or cracks in sight. How about that?

Video from Ryan and Oliver’s panel.

911, Buck/Eddie, E, 2.5k

“Okay, a minute rest, then one more set,” Buck pants as Eddie helps him rack the bar. He stays lying supine, arms up above his head, chest still heaving as he catches his breath. And Eddie completely loses it. Or becomes possessed. Or any number of other impossible things that would lead to him suddenly straddling the bench, and, more importantly, Buck. “Uh.” Buck looks up at him, brow crinkled in confusion. “What’s up?”

AO3 tags: tit fucking, wet and messy, working out as described by someone who does not work out

I'm tinkering with my italy trip fic again, trying to finish my bingo card (this one is supposed to be "didn't know they were dating). I got very specifically tagged by @queerstark 😘😘

Take off is easier this time, Buck not as nervous as before, though he still squeezes the life out of Eddie and Chris's hands until they reach altitude. After that, everyone is up and down with sleep. Sometimes Eddie's awake for a few hours and he looks over to find Chris and Buck snoring. Sometimes, Eddie's down himself. Sometimes, it's just him and his kid. Chris gives him nods here and there, but they don't talk.

He finishes reading Heated Rivalry, glancing over at Buck and being glad to find him asleep. There was so much sex—sex between men, no less—and Eddie felt itchy with it. Not in a shameful way, but in that restless pulling way he gets when he's horny and pent up. Every time his eyes land on Buck's sleep-slack face, the feeling flares white hot in his stomach.

Oh.

Things it's illegal for me to do:

Ignore a tag from Jo @exhausteddiaz

Literally nothing else, that's the whole list

So here's another snippet from vision board blues. I'm finally nearly done with the bit where they're showing off their vision boards! (Don't ask how long I think this fic will end up being, I have fears.)

“Do you want anything else?” Maddie asks. “Anything… other than being a firefighter?”

Buck came prepared for this. He read a bunch of articles on how to make vision boards—one even tried to give him malware, which he doubts is universe approved. All of them suggested a wide range of topics. That’s why he has a picture of banana bread on his board.

He points to it. “I want to perfect my banana-carrot bread recipe. Eddie—”

“Oh my god,” May mutters.

He ignores her. “Eddie loves both banana bread and my carrot cake, so I’m trying to figure out how to combine them. And make it high in fiber.”

“Why?” Karen asks.

“Fiber is—” 

“Don’t,” Maddie interrupts. “Karen, do not give him an opening to talk about fiber.”

“Everyone talks about protein, but fiber is so important,” Buck says. “Staying regular is essential—”

Athena holds up a hand. “I’m going to stop you there. Go back to talking about Eddie. Please.”

Buck ignores her. “Fiber is also—”

“Buck,” May says. “I am begging you. Please tell me why you have a picture of Eddie with a heart cut out around it.”

“Badly cut out,” Athena adds. She isn’t wrong, but Buck tried hard. It turns out precision cutting is harder than it looks with kitchen scissors. 

A great excuse to get his knives and scissors sharpened again, but still: harder than it looks.

“Eddie is always telling me I need to take care of my heart,” Buck explains. “Since I, you know, had everything with the lightning strike. He’s always sending me these healthy heart challenges he found on Google Images.”

Eddie loves Google Images. He thinks if he only looks at things there, he won’t be tracked. He keeps electrical tape over the screen of his Hildy coffee maker when he isn’t using it, but he loves Google Images. 

Buck smiles at the picture. “So I’m manifesting heart health.”

For the tropes rating game, how about: meet ugly, royalty au and proxy sex

Hi Tej!!! Happy Friday <3

meet ugly: B

I definitely rate a good meet ugly over a meet cute, but I don't ever think to seek them out. So I'd be thrilled if it's the way they meet in a fic, but I'm not seeking it out. Excellent aspect of how Buddie met, though, and I love when fics still include Buck's jealousy and posturing if they rewrite their meeting.

royalty au: D

I think I've genuinely only read one royalty au in all my years of reading fic. I'd probably dive in on a rec, because I'm not against it, but it doesn't speak to my soul. Weirdly, I absolutely loved The Princess Diaries series, but apparently that royalty vibe didn't stick. (My love of epistolary did, though.)

proxy sex: B

This one's rating is totally a reflection of how easily influenced I am. I would've probably been neutral or even slightly opposed, but @exhausteddiaz got to me. I love proxy sex now. I'm still not really seeking it out on my own, but if she recs something, I'm there. Give me pining and mess and a character doing anything they can to be close to the person they actually want, or pretend they're distracting themselves or moving on, when all they're really doing is risking burning it all down.

Thanks for asking!

tagged by @mihidecet and @tweetsongs, thank youuu 💖it took me so long to reply. my brain has been mush bc it's been 37 degrees here for one william years

also repost bc i forgot to change the survey time