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Hi Inell! Gonna do one more prompt reply tonight...

"Okay. Okay." Buck nods, mostly talking to himself, Eddie thinks. "I can do this. This is happening."

"Whenever you're ready, bud." Eddie confirms, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

He and Chris have been back in LA for two weeks. They moved back into their house, with Buck still there, and no one has moved out.

Eddie finds that he likes seeing his and Buck's things mixed together. That horrible couch Buck had is gone and replaced with Eddie's. Buck's bed still sits in their bedroom - the size works better for sharing, they use as an excuse - but the worn dresser that Eddie had is there now. Most of the kitchen items are Buck's, but the fridge is covered in the silly magnets Chris has been collecting over the years. Their shoes sit by the front door together, their work bags tucked into the closet together, their vehicles parked side by side in the driveway.

Everything feels...right.

Like the final piece of the puzzle has been slotted into place.

Or, well, almost.

Eddie thinks that's about to happen.

He and Buck have been dancing around this thing since Eddie's return. Eddie himself had made some discoveries while he'd been away - once such thing being that he's absolutely and completely in love with Buck - but he hasn't shared it. He has however let it out in small pieces.

Lingering looks, intentional touches, compliments falling easier from his lips...anything to get that smile or blush on Buck's face. And Eddie thinks its easier this way. Ease Buck into it. Don't spook him too much, lest he run away and do something stupid again.

Like bring a certain someone to their home.

Eddie may have debated saging the place. But he's not that insane.

Now, Buck is standing in the kitchen - in their kitchen - and he's giving himself a pep talk. He had said he wanted to discuss something with Eddie, while Chris is at school. Eddie had agreed, more than ready to finally tell Buck, because he thinks Buck is ready.

"I just...while you were gone..." Buck fumbles over his words. Fiddles with the stack of mail that is a mixture of both of theirs now. "I...I mean, there was...some stuff was..."

He's adorable. That's all Eddie can think as he smiles softly over at Buck. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life with this idiot.

"Not that...I mean it could be...but well..." Buck huffs, tosses an envelope aside and rounds the island, stopping in front of Eddie. "I wanted to...tell you something."

"That so?" Eddie hums, body relaxed and at ease. Buck is like a tightly wound toy, ready to burst out. It's so cute.

"Yes. But it's...it's going to...I mean it could..." Buck worries at his bottom lip, eyes darting across Eddie's face and then away. "I don't want to...r-ruin anything. You know?"

"I do."

"And...a-and you're...you're important, Eddie. You're so important."

"So are you."

"And so I...I need to...do this right..."

"Hey Buck?" Eddie is trying, really, he is. But he waits until Buck meets his gaze, blue eyes shining bright with nerves. Eddie smiles at him, "Shut up and kiss me already."

Buck releases this surprised little noise, like he can't quite believe that it's actually happening. But then he's smiling, a beautiful and radiant smile that blossoms across his face, making his eyes squint and his birthmark wrinkles. He leans in, nose brushing against Eddie's. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Eddie huffs out a laugh, hand curling around the back of Buck's neck and closing the distance between them.

ok so. this got a little out of hand. but the prompt is also in there !!

saddle up and ride

buck runs into eddie at the grocery store. things get a little out of hand | mostly pwp | E, 2.6k, ao3

“What do you want?”

“I want you,” Eddie says, and grins when Buck rolls his eyes and hisses, “That’s not helpful.”

He looks up at Buck, positioned above him like this, and he knows exactly what he wants. “Ride me,” he says, and only realises how authoritative it came out when Buck’s eyes widen. “I mean—if you—”

Buck’s hand covers his mouth, cuts off the fumbling question as he nods. 

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, and Buck leans in to kiss his cheek, his jaw, the the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah,” he breathes, “Eddie, god, yes—” 

“Wow, already?” Eddie says, and Buck rolls his eyes and kisses him again.

“You’re such a dork.” 

Eddie grins. “You married me anyway.” 

“Yeah,” Buck laughs, “And if you would focus, I’m gonna fuck you—”

“I’m focused,” Eddie promises. He’d let go of Buck’s cock at some point in the past minute and he takes it again now, stroking faster than he had before. “I’m so focused.” 

Immediately, yes. I should've known you'd have my back, Inell 🤗 I hope you enjoy!

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They’re facing each other, on their sides, one arm cradled under their heads, the other resting in front of them. If Eddie moves his finger even a fraction of an inch forward, he thinks he could wrap their pinkies together. Maybe that way, he’d be able to make sure this is real, that Buck asked him to share a bed, to share a home, with no set move-out date. It feels surreal to Eddie that he can have a moment so full of peace with another person. But it’s Buck, so it also comes as no surprise. 

“Eddie?” The words are whispered into a moonlit bedroom, softer than Eddie has ever heard Buck’s voice. 

“Yeah?” His voice breaks, but he can’t bring himself to be embarrassed by it. 

“What you said before. That… That being in El Paso made you realize where you belonged? That there’s something–someone–here that… that you…” Buck clears his throat, and in the small streak of light, Eddie notices his face redden, his eyes fill with hope. “Did you mean that?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie repeats. “I did.” 

“Does that mean…” He’s never heard Buck so hesitant, so small. 

It might be the darkness surrounding them or the closeness of their bodies, encasing them in a protective bubble of warmth. It might just be that it’s been months since they hugged goodbye, Eddie with every intention to make Texas his new home, Buck with the hope he’d come back. 

But Eddie reaches out, runs his thumb along the birthmark over Buck’s eye like he’s wanted to do for years, and when Buck smiles, he runs his index finger from the pink skin peeking through the crinkles beside his eye to the dented skin where his lips tug at the corners. 

“It means–” Eddie almost cops out. That this could mean whatever Buck wants it to mean, even if they stay just friends or just partners forever. But Eddie’s letting himself choose joy, and choosing joy means laying his feelings out on the table. “It means that Texas was never going to feel like home, because Chris isn’t the only person who makes up my home anymore. Of course, I would’ve stayed in Texas forever if it meant my son being happy, but I belong here, in L.A. No, that’s not right…”

“Eddie–” Maybe later, Eddie will realize that Buck tried to stop him, but he’s on a role right now. 

“I belong wherever you are, both Chris and I do. You belong where we are–where Chris is, at the very least. And if you want to stay in L.A. or if you want to move back to Pennsylvania or if you want to finally perfect your Spanish in Peru or bring Christopher surfing in Australia or–” 

“Eddie!” Buck silences him, grinning. Eddie breathes deeply to catch his breath, grinning right back. “Would you please just kiss me? Before you move us to another country?”

hiiii inell!! 🫶 happy halloween (it may be november 1st but it is always halloween in my heart 🎃)

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"I cannot believe," Buck pouts, hands on his hips as he stands across from Eddie, who has finally finally come out of the bedroom after locking himself in there almost a full hour ago because he 'needed privacy' to put his costume on, "you grew the mustache back for this."

Eddie folds his arms across his chest, bare biceps bulging. "You don't like it?"

Buck's eyes practically bug out of his head. "Are you crazy?" He blurts. "I do. You know I do. But, Eddie—" he's properly whining now, "— I've been asking, no, begging for months!"

Eddie chuckles, the corners of that glorious mustache twitching up with the smile that spreads.

"What does he have that I don't?" Buck cries, flailing a hand at Eddie's costume.

The tight, light wash denim jeans. The plain white tank top, deeply scoop necked and tucked in. The studded belt around his trim waist and the matching studded band around his arm. There's so much skin, so much body hair, all on display.

And, of course, there's the mustache.

Buck wants to lick it.

Maybe it's blasphemous to think, but Buck's pretty sure Eddie Mercury looks even better than the original.

"Baby," Eddie chides around another soft laugh, striding towards him, "I just wanted to surprise you." His arms slip around Buck's waist, hands tucking themselves into the back pockets of Buck's pants. He squeezes once, then leaves his hands flat against Buck's backside. Tilts his head to the side and dips down. Brushes the bristles of his mustache against the line of Buck's jaw. "If I promise to keep it after tonight, will I be forgiven?" He asks, right into Buck's ear.

Buck's eyes flutter. He exhales heavily through his nose. Turns his cheek more firmly into Eddie's. Lets his tongue poke out, tease at the corner of Eddie's upper lip. "Mm, I... could be convinced."

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it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

you're surprised (fandom should be shameless) mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

i have to confess. i have phases where i close my eyes and think "i need to write eddie pov" because i can feel my love for buck buckley wavering and if i dont have the time to touch base and watch the show writing eddie pov is the easiest way to make me love buck again. like i love him but there's just so many flavours of buck characterisation out there and many of them don't appeal to me too much so i have to close my eyes and scroll really fast or just back out of a fic.

it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on

crack- and rareships. this might be a me problem for not hanging around the right people but ESPECIALLY when it comes to fem crack/rareships there's soooo little and as an ana and shannon stan that's just really sad to see. also just in general fic from the pov of LIs can be soooo interesting and i feel like there's just a lot to explore here!

you're surprised (fandom should be shameless) mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like

okay so i don't have a piss kink and i don't really understand like. the point of it. that said the pisskink fics on the kinkmeme are all really good like i still don't 100% get it but i'm clapping anyway

god first one out the bat and its a doozy.

#19 - Not Strong Enough by boygenius,

The Diaz kitchen is kind of like a liminal space. The soft light never feels too harsh. It smells perpetually of some combination of allspice and the citrus dish soap Eddie prefers. It's always warm, and sometimes Buck swears he can feel the floor beating beneath his feet, the heart of the house, entrenched in the love Eddie has poured into it. It's always been a safe haven, protecting from the horrors of the outside world, a safe harbor in the storm. The day Eddie blows their lives up the house doesn't lose even a little bit of that warmth, that safety, despite the fact that Buck can feel his own heart shattering where it's trapped in his chest. But he forces a smile, cracks a joke, sits on the couch next to Eddie and listens to a very nice woman talk about the Texas heat, about accommodations and school districts and yard sizes. He laughs in all the right places, gets weirdly intense about bathroom tile, and tries to hold himself together long enough to get out of there without setting fire to the rubble that Eddie has inadvertently left in his wake. Buck refuses to panic until he's back at the loft a few hours later.  He stops dead in his tracks once he's made it inside, sighing, all the fight, all the emotion drawn out of his body with his breath. The thing is– Eddie's not leaving Buck. He knows that. He knows that Eddie is going after Christopher, which is what Buck had been silently begging him to do since Chris got on that fucking plane three months ago. So, it's a good thing! Or it should be. Chris is worth it, he's the most important person ever. Not just to Eddie, but to Buck too, aside from Jee, maybe. That doesn't mean Buck's heart doesn't feel cleaved in two, because Eddie might not be leaving Buck. But he is leaving. And Buck is always the one who gets left behind. He'd never seen this one coming though, it had blindsided him, and he doesn't know how to picture a life without Eddie right there next to him. Losing Chris to Texas had been one of the hardest things Buck's ever dealt with, but it was always supposed to be temporary. If Eddie leaves– If he goes to Texas, if he sells the little bungalow on South Bedford Street, if he packs up his truck and drives halfway across the country? If Eddie leaves, takes Buck's heart right out of his chest, and doesn't come back? Buck doesn't know how to be strong enough for this. He isn't sure how he's supposed to smile through it. How he's supposed to help his best friend box everything up, even the pictures on the fridge, every scrap of proof that they're a family, little and cobbled together, but family. Buck doesn't sleep well that night, or the next. Two weeks later Eddie leaves him standing outside LAX, double doors closing on his heels, with a sense of déjà vu so intense it makes Buck sick to his stomach. He has a hard time getting back into the jeep, the imprint of Eddie's touch still lingering on his shoulder, his reassurance ringing in Buck's ears. He desperately wants to believe him. He doesn't really remember the drive back, but Buck ends up at the Diaz house– his home, their home.   Without thinking, he crawls into Eddie's bed. It still smells like him. Buck sleeps. Three days later, Eddie comes back, one belligerent teenager in tow. When they come through those double doors, Buck has tears on his cheeks and a confession clogging his throat.  It can wait. He'd rather get his boys home.

Thank you for playing! Please enjoy this absolute silliness. Rated E.

Like a Horny Radioactive Spider

I was tagged by @inell and this fic is so close to being finished, I'm incredibly excited!

Buck’s jaw works. His eyes are glittering. “I promised you I would never, ever leave you. And I meant it. I will never leave you, and I will never leave Chris. Don’t you ever leave us.” Eddie’s throat is tight. “I can do that.” Buck won’t look at him. His jaw is clenched. Eddie walks over to him and crouches, gently taking Buck’s arms and tugging them away from his work. “Buck.” He gets Buck’s cheek in his palm and turns his face. “Look at me.” Buck drags his gaze up to Eddie’s face. “I will never leave you,” Eddie promises. “Ever.”