Char | 30s | bisexual | they/them | UK | lacerta26 on AO3
Putting all my fic in one place because some of these don’t have posts on tumblr. I have written more for this fandom both in word count and individual fics than any other fandom I’ve ever been in and it’s amazing! Every comment and reblog tag brings me joy and truly does encourage me to keep writing. I’m so glad people like my work 😊
List under a read more ‘cause it’s loooong!
Thank you for reading ^_^
there is nothing i can say about buck and eddie fucking that hasn't already been said. yet i feel the need to say it anyway. they should be going at it crazy style
lacerta26 asked:
Enabling you to get this one started! sniff sniff please!!! I am so intrigued 🥰🥰
redrosydiaz answered:
hiiiii char 🫶 haha well thank you for that!! i feel like i’ve got a sort of general idea for how i want this one to go, but i’m still kind of all over the place with the details of it, which i think is why it’s taken me this long to like get around to starting to write it. i honestly just picked a bit of dialogue i had in my outline and started to try and build something around that, so here’s what i’ve got so far!
Buck’s eyes drag slowly down to the shirt still clutched between Eddie’s hands.
“Hang on,” he says, and Eddie’s heart leaps into his throat. Shit. “Isn’t that the shirt I wore earlier tod—”
“No,” Eddie blurts, not even letting Buck finish his sentence. Which— does not make him sound any less guilty. In fact, it probably does the exact opposite. His eagerness to deny probably set off a million warning bells in Buck’s head. Eddie’s lying, Eddie’s lying, Eddie’s lying.
Buck’s mouth purses. His eyes narrow. He leans forward, a subtle sway closer.
Eddie shifts back on his heel, and that would be subtle too, if it weren’t for the solid thunk of his hip connecting with the washing machine behind him. Fuck.
eriquin asked:
hotel pillows please!
redrosydiaz answered:
hi hiiii! 🫶 thank you for this!! the kick in the pants i needed to get something solid going for this! (my wip was a whoooole bunch of random half-written sentences and paragraphs strewn about before this so!! slowly but surely i am bringing order to that haha)
Buck turns. The mattress squeaks.
Eddie sighs.
Shit. He’s supposed to be asleep. Buck thought he was already asleep. Then again, his side of the room has been pretty quiet. Eddie doesn’t snore all the time, but he’s a pretty consistent sleep snuffler. It’s a cute sound, not quite a whistle, but not quite a full huff either — something right in between. Soft and breathy and, on occasion, a little bit nasally. It catches sometimes, like it’s teetering on the edge of becoming a fully fledged snore, but usually it’s a steady rhythm. Even better than a white noise machine, if you ask Buck; whenever they share a room, he forgoes his entirely in favor of letting Eddie’s snuffly breathing lull him to sleep instead.
But, come to think of it, Buck can’t be sure he’s heard it tonight. At least not in the last hour or two. Though, he hasn’t exactly been listening for it — much too distracted by his own unendurable discomfort.
Anonymous asked:
drink sharing plssssss 🙏🙏🙏
redrosydiaz answered:
hiya!! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve touched this fic, but this has given me a renewed vigor for it 💪 yayy!! ty ty! 🫶
A second later, one of his hands snakes across the scant few inches Buck put between them, and one of his fingers crooks, hooks, and catches the belt loop on the hip of Buck’s jeans. He gives it a sturdy tug, once, twice, and Buck lets himself be reeled back in to Eddie’s chest.
“I’ll make it up to you,” Eddie promises sweetly, once he’s got Buck back in the cradle of his arms. His head tilts, his mouth softens, his lashes, perhaps, bat.
Buck keeps his pout firmly in place — his last defense in the face of those big brown bovine eyes — but raises one eyebrow.
Eddie takes it in stride, smiling warmly, fondly, affectionately at Buck as he draws his thumb up and smooths the pad of it over the wrinkles between Buck’s brows. It drags down the bridge of his nose next, before sliding across the apple of his cheek, which he takes into the cradle of his palm. The crows feet at the corner of Eddie’s eyes crinkle, and that’s the last thing Buck notices before Eddie tilts his chin and kisses him.
eventuallyyouwouldtoo asked:
hiii humbly asking for some Chris pov👀😚
Hello! So this is a prequel to my fic where Buck leaves LA for five years post Bobby’s death. It tracks Buck’s (mostly) long distance friendship with Chris over that time:
Chris is coming out of the movie theater with his friends when he sees him. He’s kind of hard to miss, tall and broad and with Robby sat on his shoulders, his little arms wrapped around Buck’s head. It’s Jee-Yun that spots Chris, pulling on Buck’s hand and pointing, waving over at him.
‘Uncle Buck, it’s Chris!’
They come over and Chris has to stop, his friends a pace behind, watching the moment unfold.
'Uhh, hey. How are you?’ says Buck and he looks a little panicked so at least it’s not just Chris that has no idea what to do here.
It isn’t like they’re aren’t in touch. They message each other pretty frequently, Chris keeps Buck updated on his grades and extracurriculars. Buck still sends him postcards from each new town he moves to or visits. Chris knows Buck comes to LA sometimes to see Maddie and Chimney and the kids but he’s never once suggested they meet up in person.
Jee is looking up at them and she’s old enough now to pick up on weirdness, tension between adults, not that Chris feels particularly grown up right this minute but he’s older than Jee, cousin adjacent, and he doesn’t want her to be confused or worried.
'I’m good,’ Chris smiles and hopes it’s convincing enough for a nine year old, mostly addressing Jee when he says, 'how are you guys?’
'Toy Story!’ says Robby, kicking his feet against Buck’s chest.
'Yeah, we’re going to see the new Toy Story,’ says Buck.
Chris isn’t sure which number they’re even on for those movies and it would have been him once upon a time, with Buck and dad, getting popcorn and candy and enough soda to make him feel sick.
'Well, have fun,’ he says, 'make sure Buck gets you all the candy you want.’
There’s a pause and he’s acutely aware of his friends witnessing this whole awkward exchange, Jee and Robby none the wiser and excited for their movie, Buck looking worried.
'How long are you in town for?’ he asks Buck, the question bursting out of him.
'Until then end of the week,’ he says, 'it’s my sister’s birthday.’
It’s odd he refers to her like that, like she’s a person Chris doesn’t know when he probably sees Maddie more than Buck does even though he hangs out with his dad and the 118 much less these days. Buck used to send Maddie postcards and now he sends them to Chris; maybe he’s sending them to Maddie again too.
lacerta26 asked:
Ooohh Eddito please 🫶🫶🫶
muddiedfoxglove answered:
So some of my favorite types of fics are ones where characters swap worlds with another version of themselves. So this is one where Eddie and Shannon never got married or had Chris, so Eddie figures out his sexuality out much sooner. So he’s gay/bi/whatever in El Paso and hes an ER Nurse. And through a series of events he swaps lives with Our Eddie, so Eddito (as his friends call him) and Buck are trying to figure out how to undo the swap. And it mostly follows Eddito until Buck realizes if Eddito is there that means Eddie is…..?
And then hard cuts to Eddie in El Paso.
Someday I will write you completely……
