love me anyway

trying to make the progress in the chapter 2 of the frat boys. I'm trying hard to imagine Buck as a frat boy in his 19 so tell me Im doing good? Anyway, here:

For now it's enough to just feel Tommy take all the place inside his mouth with only less than a half of him. He'll take other parts later.

Unfortunately, they don't have even enough time like yesterday , so he has to work quickly and way to soon Tommy tugs his hair, gets him up into the kiss and uses his hand to get them both off.

Fuck, sex better than any drug.

"I'm going first. Wait ten minutes before going out too. Make sure no one sees."

He nods still too flying high on his orgasm.Tommy leaves. His own room.

Evan chuckles. Guy is so strange sometimes.

Ten minutes later he's back to the room, seeing Marcus making out with Kayla and the girl he's never seen. The Kayla take over and they three disappear behind the front door. Evan texts them to have fun.

Quick check over the living room and the hall doesn't give him the answer to where Tommy is. He kinda wishes to talk to him. Just talk this time and get over that party faster. Familiar shirt catches his attention at the kitchen. He smiles thinking they might make a drink and go talk in the front yard or even in one of their rooms, than Tommy moves and Evan sees Katie basically sticking with her lips on Tommy's, Her hands in his hair and his on her ass making her mini skirt giving the show to all who might come around.

"Missed you so badly," she sings songs and Evan wants to threw up.

I was tagged by my beloved @bidisasterevankinard, thank you Diana darling! So here are the initial sentences of chapter 4 of Sunny Days, which will be posted in full tomorrow:

Tommy stares at the words on the screen with such intensity that he's afraid he'll open a hole on his phone. After almost a week of complete silence, Evan finally texted him; and yet, it hasn't made Tommy feel better.

Realistically, Tommy knows his reaction is disproportionate. He and Evan have known each other for less than a month, and haven't seen each other for the last two weeks. Evan owes him nothing.

And yet… Tommy had foolishly thought they were building something. That their flirty talks at the café and when he walked Evan home were going somewhere.

Apparently, he was wrong. And it hurts way more than it should.

Especially because it seems to not even be about Tommy, really. Evan is struggling, and Tommy doesn't know with what. He doesn't want to assume that it's about Evan's leg, but it seems like the most logical conclusion; after all, from their conversations, he'd gathered that the amputation was relatively recent, so maybe something in the adaption process is being harder than expected.

Tommy feels the urge to help, to do something, but… He doesn't think it would be welcome. Whatever it is, it seems to have made Evan want to stay away from him, and there's nothing Tommy can do but respect it.

He doesn't have to be happy about it, though.

Some of what he's feeling must show on his face, because Sal raises his eyebrow at him. They're both sitting by the counter at Gina's Roast, just waiting for Gina to put them to work, and Tommy probably has been staring at his phone for too long.

"Who kicked your puppy, buddy?", Sal asks, and Gina glares at him with the force of a thousand suns. Then, she looks at Tommy with so much tenderness that he can barely take it.

"Is this about Evan, honey?", she asks softly, and Sal looks between them, a frown between his eyebrows.

"Evan? Does Tommy have a boyfriend? I'm busy for two weeks training a rookie and you get a boyfriend?"

"Not a boyfriend. He's just… We're friends, but. I don't know if he wants even that anymore", Tommy sighs.

Gina gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze, and then offers Sal a bit more of an explanation. "He's a guy that Tommy brought to the café a while back. He had some trouble with his service dog at Jolene's, but of course she was more than welcome here. The girls loved her"

"I see", Sal comments, looking more concernedly at Tommy now. "And I'm guessing something happened and he stopped coming?"

"I mean, I guess? He said he's having a hard time right now, so… I don't know, I'm trying not to take it personally", Tommy offers quietly, and Gina and Sal exchange one of those irritatingly meaningful looks of theirs.

"And you really shouldn't, honey", Gina suggests. "I mean, didn't you tell me that Evan's amputation is very recent? He's probably still adjusting to so many things"

Tommy nods, looking down. Objectively, he knows Gina is probably right, but that doesn't change the fact that, above anything else, he misses Evan something fierce.

"I mean, maybe you should -", Gina starts again, but suddenly Sal raises his head as if he's just realized something very important.

"Wait", he interrupts her, and that's how Tommy knows it's serious, because Sal never interrupts Gina. "…Is, um. Is this Evan guy missing a leg, by any chance?"

"Yes", Tommy says with a frown. He doesn't think Gina mentioned what kind of amputation Evan's had. And why does it matter anyway? "Why?"

"Right… Right" Sal pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes falling shut for a second. "This wouldn't be Evan Buckley, would he?"

(DUN DUN DUNNNNN hehe)

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Maybe a bit of recency bias, but i hope this pain’s just passing through (but i doubt it) has one of my favorite passages I’ve probably written:

Pulling back, Eddie asks again, “What do you need?”

There’s a gaping hole in my chest and I’m falling off a cliff and I’m watching you bleed out on asphalt and cut your line down a well and I’m not there because I can’t, not anymore, and even if I was there, I would be useless. This body is useless, it’s betrayed me and even worse, it’s made me betray you.

“Can’t —” Buck gasps, the words there but too far to reach, skating against his fingertips. He tightens his grip around Eddie, trying to convey that he needs to be crushed back into his body, to feel it held together like it’s a concrete thing, not as ephemeral as it feels.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie whispers into his hair, laying fully on Buck because he’s always understood, even when the words won’t come.

Oh, he realizes as Eddie thumbs at his cheeks. I’m crying.

WIP

I’m slowly chipping away at an untitled fic following Theo joining Buck’s family (and then they both move in with Eddie and Chris because it’s just practical, okay? Except they’re oblivious to all the ways in which they’re family until they’re not anymore):

“Stay here. With me. And Chris.”

“Eddie, I can’t do that. I’d be intruding, you need your space and privacy. You don’t need me underfoot all the time.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Buck, you’re not going to be underfoot. Chris loves you, he loves Theo, and we could both use a backup adult.”

“Sure, maybe that’s true, but Theo… he’s a lot. I’m a lot. What happens when we move in and…”

“And I decide it’s too much?”

Buck nods.

“I’m a little offended, but setting that aside, there’s nothing about you two that’s too much for Chris and me.”

Eddie steps closer, angling to catch Buck’s downcast eyes.

“I’ve been a single dad for years. I was there while you were recovering from a crush injury you shouldn’t have survived. You kept my son safe during a tsunami. I was there after the kidnapping and while you were getting sober and when you adopted Theo, I was the first one you told. You’ve never been too much for me. I dare you to find too much.”

Don’t cry, Buck thinks distantly.

“I… don’t know what to say right now.”

“Listen, if you really don’t want this, you don’t have to. But if the only thing holding you back is this fear that I’ll decide I can’t handle you and Theo, stop being an idiot and just move in with us.”

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this one is so special to me and I think about its (only written in my head) sequel often

He wants to tell Buck to leave. He means to. What comes out instead is, “You always were a stubborn pain in the ass,” making them both huff out a nervous chuckle. “So, is that yes?” Buck asks, a hopeful lilt to his voice.  Part of Eddie knows it’s useless to fight the pieces of himself that can never say no to him. He’s still hurt, the old wound raw and tender now that it’s been ripped open again. But he’s tired, too. Tired of guessing at why Buck walked away. It may be the only chance he has to get some closure. Something he knows better than anyone isn't always guaranteed.

and from the Reaper!Eddie WIP (it's not particularly amazing or anything but Eddie and his Twizzlers make laugh)

They continue talking among each other as if it’s an ordinary day. Bosko is going to her niece’s dance recital this weekend. Alvarez is thinking about asking out the new ER nurse. Coleson’s wife might be pregnant again and they really can't afford this right now. He might have to pick up more shifts. “What- what the fuck?” “Seriously, in this economy? Insane,” a new voice comments, startling Buck half to- maybe death isn't a great choice of words right now. When he turns to see who's intruding, it’s the sassy guy from before, taking a large bite of a Twizzlers rope.

I'm trying to get back to writting frat boys au cause I actully wanna post chapter 2 soon, so, here's some of it. Boys are nailing it in being "no homo friends with benefits":

"Do we, uh, have any courses together this year? I think we have some overlapping in our programs?" Evan asks, checking his schedule, slurping his milkshake as loud as humanly possible. He once did it accidently and Tommy made a comment. Essentially now Evan does it to annoy him.

"Hopefully no, because if I hear your slurps there, I might strangle you, and it's gonna have too many witnesses."

Evan smirks, "I don't drink when study," then winks dropping his voice to the whisper even Tommy might not hear, but read on his lips, "and don't threaten me with good times."

"Good times?"

"You on top, uh, top of me with your hands sensually grabbing me? Yeah, good times."

Tommy's blush is now Evan's favorite thing about him.

"Haven't thought you're so easily turned into the lobster."

Tommy leans over the table to grow in his face.

"I'll do it with your ass if you won't stop."

Evan hardly swallows. The goosebumps run down his skin. Blood in the head boils, while the rest runs to his cheeks to paint them red and up to his cock. It throbs and Evan knows what they should try sooner than later , "d-don't threaten with good times. I t-told you that, uh, just a second a go."

Now thew wicked smirk comes to Tommy, "and yet now it's you who's the lobster."

His answer gets lost when waitress comes with incredibly smelling sandwiches. He still finds his time to leave the last words on him.

"Can't take you anywhere. Always gonna talk about sex."

"You started it!" Tommy's outraged shriek gets the attention of the crowd. Several head turn and Tommy has to hide behind him.

Bucktommy / M

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“Heeeeey,” Buck said, still feeling a little loopy. “What are you all doing here?”

“Checking on you, doofus,” Hen said. “How are you feeling?”

Buck’s forehead scrunched as he thought about it. “Okay, I guess.”

“Do you remember what happened?” Bobby asked.

Buck thought back, then shook his head. “Nope.”

“You got conked on the head,” Chimney filled him in. “Tommy pulled you out.”

“Thanks,” Buck said to Tommy, leaning his head back and up to see Tommy, still standing with his arms crossed, a little behind the others. “What hit me?”

“Metal pipe,” Tommy said.

“Thankfully, your helmet was on and worked,” Chimney said. “Remember this next time you ask why you can’t run out of a fire without it.”

“Ha ha,” Buck said weakly. “That was one time.”

“Better to learn while you’re still a probie,” Hen jumped in.

Bobby patted his shoulder gently. “Ignore them. We’re just glad you’re okay.”

Buck smiled his thanks. “How long do I have to stay here?”

“Since there was a loss of consciousness, they want to keep an eye on you overnight,” Hen reported. “But your lungs are clear and you don’t have any other injuries.”

“Except my pride,” Buck joked, to blank stares from everyone else. “Hey, that was funny, come on!”

Chimney wiggled his hand in the so-so sign. “Not so much, Buckaroo.”

“Tough crowd,” Buck sighed.

“Do you need anything before we go?” Bobby asked.

“You’re, uh, you’re leaving?”

“Not all of us got the night off for a knock on the noggin,” Chimney said, popping his gum.

“Oh.” Buck deflated. “I’m fine.”

“Let me know when you get home, alright?” Bobby said. Buck nodded, and watched sadly as they trooped out of the room together, Hen and Chim’s shoulders knocking together as they laughed about something.

Buck looked around the empty hospital room and sighed to himself. At least he had a private room for now. He tried to get comfortable and closed his eyes, figuring that he could at least catch up on some sleep.

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so this thing is over 8k by now and i don't honestly know how that happened (although i'm sure @diazsdimples will remind me it was inevitable par for the course etc) anywho, have a moment of tenderness among the smut:

Buck’s grip on the chair tightens until his knuckles hurt and turn white with it. He clenches around nothing, silently willing Eddie to move faster as he listens to the telltale sounds of laces, buckles, and clothes being stripped off. “That's it.” Eddie's hands rest on his hips, lips gingerly kiss his left shoulder, the top of his spine, then his right shoulder. “Right here, sweetheart.” Buck’s joints and muscles begin to relax now that his body is convinced Eddie didn't surreptitiously abandon him. “How’s your leg? Doing okay or is it bothering you?” When he checks in with himself, he’s surprised to find it’s not too bad. A little twinge that'll probably bother him later, but nothing he can't deal with. Besides, he's put up with worse. Mostly because he's never been open about his lingering scars, so Eddie's the only one who could have known to ask. And the thing is, Eddie didn't have to. They’re playing by what Eddie wants, right? He could have continued ruining Buck without a single care for his comfort. Buck swallows his anxieties back down before they have a chance to take over. Because that’s just how Eddie is, he would be careful with anyone. “It’s okay,” Buck assures him. “I’m good.” “Good.” Eddie kisses the curve of his neck like he’s rewarding Buck for giving the correct answer.

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Today I come bearing words from my favorite fish boy. (I am still working on the hookup fic, it's just that work has been a lot, and there is illness in my house that leaves a lot to be desired when it comes to sexy vibes.) I have started and restarted this chapter 946 billion times, and I'm sick of looking at it. Did I finally get it right? Who's to say? Certainly not me.

Life on land is different. A fact that, in hindsight, should have been more obvious.

Spending the majority of his life beneath the waves, he assumed it would be an adjustment. And Mina did warn him it wouldn’t be as simple as growing a pair of legs and going on his merry way.

But he read books, and heard stories from Eddie, not to mention how many Land Dwellers did it all the time. How hard could it really be?

As it turns out, shifting to a wildly different body structure is only the tip of the reef.

For starters, he has a new name- Buck. As part of settling in, he was given an entirely new identity. According to the folder shoved at him almost the second he dried off, he’s officially Evan Buckley from Hershey, Pennsylvania, twenty one years old.

Choosing to go by Buck was an easy decision, and one he made for several reasons.

Firstly, shifting from ocean to land felt significant enough to warrant a change. Being above the waves is a fresh start, however temporary, and, at least symbolically, he wanted to honor that in all the ways possible.

Secondly, if he has a new name for people to say, it won't hurt as much when the person saying it isn't Eddie or Maddie. That’s what he tells himself anyway.

In addition to his whole made up existence, he has a construction job. Apparently it’s the recommended route for merfolk looking to stay in one spot for a while, because it helps build muscles and motor skills or whatever Lucy and Ravi said. At the time he was too focused on the drivers license he’s still not allowed to use.

Speaking of, Ravi and Lucy are, for all intents and purposes, his babysitters.

At first, they shadowed his every move until he learned the basics of acting passably human. And until they were sure he wouldn't burn his apartment down. Something that was decided after he accidentally microwaved a dry cup of ramen on his second day.

It’s been six months now and they finally seem to be trusting him with more responsibility. Lucy even took the locks off the cabinets with the pots and pans. Although, she warned him if he set the smoke detector off even once he would never be rid of them.

for @au-roulette 2026, Mecha AU, 9-1-1 // Chim & Hen, Madney, Henren // 2.1k words

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“Chim.” “No, no,” Chimney stormed out of Bobby’s office. “I’m not doing this.” “Chim, you’re one of our best pilots,” Bobby said, following him down the hall. “Yeah, well I wasn’t good enough, was I?” Chimney snarled, rounding on him. “I’m not taking someone else out there.” Bobby went to reach for him, dropping his hand when Chimney flinched again. “Everyone is safer with you out there.” “Kevin wasn’t.”

Chimney lost his brother and co-pilot, and Bobby wants him back in the field. Which means testing with someone new, and putting someone else at risk.

A PacRim/Mecha AU, but the author hasn't seen PacRim in a while and went with the vibes and memory, so if it's not totally accurate, don't worry about it!! :) <3

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Teeth scrape against the curve of his neck, as if sealing Eddie’s commitment, and he nearly sobs with relief. Eddie’s got him. “Gonna take care of you,” Eddie murmurs, fingers trailing down one side, skating over his hip. Buck tenses, too eager for whatever comes next, whatever Eddie decides, to be any other way. Except Eddie goes easy on him to start, lavishing kisses over the broad expanse of his back. And that’s- okay. Not what he expected but he can be patient while Eddie works up to, hopefully, more intense measures. The trail proceeds to move down his spine, punctuating each individual vertebrae, and pauses between his scapula. Like a man possessed, Eddie rises and turns Buck’s head to the side, capturing his lips in a deep and filthy kiss. The angle is just this side of uncomfortable but if Eddie wants to claim him like this? Then Buck is fucking his. It’s a too short diversion before they separate and has Buck chasing Eddie’s mouth for more. He should probably be embarassed how his heart skips in his chest when Eddie returns to give him a quick peck. In a moment of of delusion, he allows himself to believe it’s because Eddie knows him. Knows he needs that small reassurance. It’s a pleasant thought as the trail of kisses resumes down his spine, achingly slow and tender. Down to the small of his back, twice on his right cheek and then twice on his left, followed by a light nip to his thigh. “So beautiful, Buck. So pretty for me.” "Yeah," Buck rasps, angling his hips, presenting himself shamelessly. “All for you. Just for you."

He talks about maybe getting a dog. He asks Bobby to teach him how to cook (just leaves out the wanting to impress his husband who makes homemade pasta all the time). Is incredibly confused with the catfishing because it’s been years since he signed up for a dating app.

Valentine’s Day he makes a comment about not going on a date because they’re both working a shift. People assume it’s just a casual date and give a general, gee that sucks. Maybe you can do something later.

There’s a week that Tommy is working on his Jeep, so he drops him off/picks him up from shifts for a few days, but everyone somehow just misses. Chimney feels like that trucks is familiar…. But can’t put his finger on it. Someone asks if his roommate had been giving him rides. Buck gives them an odd look but just says, “yeah, I guess that’s one word for him.”

Chimney notices Tommy’s wedding ring and comments about not inviting him to the wedding. Tommy is a little chagrined but tells him it was a small thing. He doesn’t tell him that Sal was his witness and Buck had one of his SEAL buddies.

Buck wears his wedding ring, but after years of working as a SEAL where he took as little identifiable information as possible to work he just quietly slips it on and off before and after shifts, sometimes it lives in his car.

Finally, Bobby asks everyone to bring their families to the firehouse for a potluck for Buck’s shield ceremony. Buck didn’t want to make it a big deal, but Bobby insisted they at least do a dinner and small ceremony before their shift started. Everyone is chattering excitedly, Bobby is smiling realizing it’s a good idea and what he’s needed to do for awhile… until one voice stops everyone in their tracks.

“Can I bring my husband?” Buck asked innocently. You could hear a pen drop.

“Your what?!” Hen asks

“What go to Vegas over the weekend?” Chimney asks with a grin. Bobby looks baffled for a moment and studies Buck closely before nodding slowly.

“Of course Buck, sorry I didn’t realize you were married?” He said.

“O-oh, uh,” Buck looks a little sheepish and rubs the back of his neck, “it’s uh, s-sorta new? I mean I’ve known him for years! But us being married, th-that’s kinda new.”

“Well I’d love to meet him, he’s always welcome here,” Bobby says, as he squeezes Buck’s shoulder and the younger man grins.

They think that’s mostly the end of the confusion…. Until Tommy shows up the day of the ceremony. Chimney spots him first.

“Hey, Tommy! Get lost on your way to work,” Chimney asked with a chuckled.

“Hey Howie,” Tommy smiled. He walked over to the table with a dish and set it down. “Uh, no I’m-“

“I sure hope that’s your Nonna’s recipe for tiramisu,” Hen comments, as she and Karen walk up. Tommy grins and leans forward to kiss Karen’s cheek.

“I know better than to show up empty handed,” Tommy replied.

“Tommy,” Bobby said with a smile, “good to see you again. How’re things at the 217?”

“Good, good,” Tommy said with a nod. Bobby opened his mouth to ask what Tommy was doing there, but Buck interrupted as he bounded in.

“Oh good! You guys all met, or are getting reacquainted… or well, I guess you and Chimney see each other every week at basketball and Karen at wine nights. So I guess just meeting each other in uh… n-new circumstances?” Buck trailed off as he realized everyone was looking at him in shock. Tommy just grinned, waiting for the explosion of questions that was sure to follow.

Everyone else was simultaneously confused at how Golden Retriever Buck had somehow failed to mention he was married to Tommy Kinnard and… well, no one was actually surprised Tommy had never mentioned it. He kept things pretty close to the chest…. But Buck? He was always talking and chattering on.

Tommy only grinned. When he’d realized that after a year of Buck’s being at the 118 and still no one had made the connection, he’d asked Buck not mention anything. Buck met his eyes over the crowd and rolled his eyes, seeing the mischief his husband had created and that he himself had accidentally added to.

Bobby cleared his throat, “Uh, alright. We have a shield ceremony to do first. Then you can alls interrogate Buck and Tommy.”

Tommy smiled and let himself fade a little to the background as everyone remembered the reason they were actually there. It was a simple ceremony, but when Bobby held out Buck’s shield to Tommy, he happily stepped forward to pin it on his husband. He raised his eyebrows in question, and Buck nodded I agreement, before Tommy kissed him in front of his firehouse.