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let's put this to the test

buck/eddie | 10k | rated e | 5 + 1, fluff and smut, clipboard! buck | for the @bratbuckbash

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Buck asks, tapping his thumbs against the front of the clipboard. He’s not nervous, necessarily, but this is the first time all day that it’s been just him and Eddie, and the weight of that settles over Buck making breathing harder. Eddie’s eyes are glued to Buck’s moving thumbs, to the clipboard he’s holding. He stays silent and silent and silent. “Eddie?” Buck calls, and this makes Eddie shake his head and finally move his gaze away from Buck’s hands and his clipboard to meet Buck’s eyes. “What?” Eddie mumbles, like he’s waking up from a haze. “I was saying that you don’t need to help me with this,” Buck says lightly waving the clipboard in front of him. “But I want to,” Eddie says, and it sounds resounding and unequivocal. “I want to.” Buck takes a deep breathe and says, “Okay, then let’s do this.” (or 5 times Buck suspects just how much Eddie likes seeing him with a clipboard and one time he knows for sure.)

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when ballpoints get too into the high flow rate of writing and you pull them off and they're still leaking a bit

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BRAT BUCK REAL AND TRUE FOREVERRRRRRRRR

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then help me with the crossword in the morning

Explicit | 4.7k | complete

It was still new, this thing between them. Not even a month old—but also still somehow they were the better part of a decade deep already—and they were trying to take it slow. Trying to do things correctly. They had pressed together hot and heavy in the few quiet moments they got when they were truly alone in either Eddie’s house or back at Buck’s loft. But they only had kept it at heavy petting so far, even if they both wanted to go further. The time had just not been right yet—too tired, no privacy, picked up an extra shift. Something had always been in the way so far.

And there was something else that lurked like a shadow in the corner of Buck’s mind. Trying to untangle what Eddie’s best friend should do versus what Eddie’s boyfriend should do. Buck had never really been friends with a partner before; sure, he and Taylor had something resembling friendship before they had gotten together. But it wasn’t like how it was with Eddie. Scratch that, nothing was like how it was with Eddie.

My pinch hitter fic for @eddiegettingshot as part of the @bratbuckbash

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Ryan Guzman as Eddie Diaz  9-1-1: LONE STAR | HOLD THE LINE (2.03)

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Prompts Buddie Week 2025!

Reminder: You DON'T have to do all prompts from a day. There are 3 prompts so you can pick your favorite, but they are similar enough that you _could_ combine them if you want to. Alternate prompts are always accepted for any day or as an added prompt on top of a day's prompt.

If you tag @911buddieweek in any snippets you share for this event (or for the Bingo event) I will reblog the post!

To make it easy to find, I will also add these pics to my pinned. Feel free to download the pictures.

Want some extra motivation? You can join the 911 Fandom Events server! Send me a DM and I'll send you an invite :)

Enjoy!

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Also lmk if you want it to be canon or not in the tags

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The Sopranos - 4x08 “Mergers & Acquisitions”

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having mutuals who are all also mutuals of each other is like living in a fucking hive mind. heres a post, heres that post again, heres that post again, heres that post again, heres that post again

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ok everyone this is my new favorite character

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6.07 | Cursed 8.08 | Wannabes

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ain't no need to help me, 'cause baby i deliver

CHAPPELL ROAN The Giver | Saturday Night Live

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or you're a dog and i'm your mind

explicit | 5.2k | complete

Eddie had picked out both the chain and the ring, and it marked Buck as his. The same way the ring on Eddie’s finger marked him as Buck’s. But there was something about the necklace in particular that grounded something in Buck. A secret for him and Eddie to share; that under Buck’s clothes was a token that he always wore. Something only Eddie got to really see and understand. It settled some part of him—that he hadn’t even realized existed—in the moment Eddie had first clasped it shut around around his throat. He couldn’t stop the next look at the clock. Eddie should have been home already. A frown spread across his face, and his fingers were already swiping through the apps on his phone—leaving little dots of water on the screen. But it didn’t change the outcome of what the app told him; Eddie’s dot hadn’t moved from the gym. - Or the Bratty Dogwife Fic

Written as part of the @bratbuckbash for @miminwords

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put some goddamn moves on you (i know you need it)

buck/eddie. 5871 words. complete. rated e. brat buck. for @061828 and the brat buck bash 2025.

"At the beginning of their next shift, Buck and Eddie are on task to restock the ambulances. Buck parades around the bay, clipboard in hand, going from ambulance to ambulance, tut-tut-tutting about the unacceptable levels of gloves. After the third ambulance full of um, excuse me, I think you meant “check,” Eddie takes Buck’s clipboard and swaps it out for a very large box of gauze. So large that Buck has to hold it with both hands. “Go stand over there, stand still, and, if I need gauze, I will come to you. Okay?” Eddie stands firm but Buck’s everything goes soft and sort of fuzzy. Mouth agape, cheeks flushed, and eyes glossy, Buck stands behind the open ambulance bay doors with his hands around the box, not moving a single muscle. Turning back to the ambulances, Eddie gets back to work. Buck stands still."

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You Will Not Save Me a Standoff

Buddie | M | 2.6k | @lesbianbuddies prompt for @bratbuckbash

Summary: Evan Buckley is the best problem Eddie Diaz could ever have. But sometimes, he’s just that: a problem.

The one where Buck got crushed by a truck, is healing, and is kind of a brat about it.

Eddie shrugs a little, taking a sip of his coffee. “Seems like you’re spending a lot of time training.” “Yeah, I mean… it’s like, the only thing I can do these days,” Buck chuckles. He props one foot on the coffee table, leaning down to tie his shoes. Eddie sees it — a wince. “What was that?” He asks, setting down his mug as he eyes his friend. “Nothing,” Buck brushes him off. “ Buck. ”

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i wouldn't mind

1.8k | buddie | hurt/comfort | M

“If you tell me anything about your shift today, I’m kicking you out,” Buck says after greeting Eddie at his door with a kiss. He then turns on his heel to leave Eddie in the doorway. Eddie watches after him, wincing at the stiff way Buck holds himself. “Sour mood today, huh?” Eddie asks, following Buck into the kitchen, where Eddie places the two bags of takeout and six-pack of Sierra Nevada he’d carried inside onto the island. He grabs two bottles and cracks them open, holds one out to Buck who takes it distractedly. “I brought Chinese.” “Thank you. I’m not hungry,” Buck says, putting down his beer without taking a sip. “I’m losing it, Eddie. I’m going stir crazy here.” Eddie nods, readjusting his approach as he recognizes Buck’s mood–obstinate, whiny, indulgently cranky in a way he never understood before he knew Buck. “It’s been five days, Buck,” Eddie says, then gesturing to Buck’s right side that he–as he has since leaving the hospital–pretends isn’t bothering him, asks, “Have you been icing it?” Buck rolls his eyes, an unconvincing play at nonchalance with the right side of his face covered in purple bruises. “Yes, Captain,” he says, and then he’s off again, aimlessly charging towards his living room. Eddie follows after him easily, beer in hand, unable to keep the smirk off his face. “Oh, so we’re calling me ‘captain’ now?” he teases. A smile plays at Buck’s lips, but he buries it quickly. “Don’t flirt with me right now. I’m agonizing.”

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Red, red

Buck/Eddie | 2.6k | Brat Buck Bash | Established Relationship, Brat Buck, Shibari, soft D/s, Romance | E

Summary:

Buck wants to be good, really. Eddie helps him.

Excerpt:

Again, Buck reached out to try and grab onto Eddie's hips. It was a failed attempt, of course; Eddie had all the leverage from his place straddling Buck's lap, it was easy to lean his weight down and hold Buck's hands to the mattress.

"I said stop, we talked about this, baby. I want you to be patient."

Buck stopped short of a whine, but the twist of his bottom lip into a disappointed pout spoke volumes.

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A gift for @minalover as part of this year’s @bratbuckbash - I hope I did your prompt justice and you enjoy the fic!