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Oooh! Hope this piques your interest, and, thanks!

🤫 (Reddit thread/nightmare fic)

Eddie went from dead asleep to wide awake in the space of two seconds. Without conscious thought, one hand reached out to grab his phone and the other pressed down onto the mattress so that he could sit up against the headboard.

"I'm here," Eddie said into the phone, the call already answered. "I'm here, and so are you. We're okay. We made it out."

😍 (Oblivious!Buck)

“Clearly,” Eddie said drolly, his pulse beating a quick uptick at the thought that all may not be lost. “So, what you’re saying is-” “What I’m saying is that you will need to smack that boy upside the head until he realises that you’re talking about him, not just to him.” “Condoning violence, Hen? I’m shocked.”

😡 (The Elder Buckleys Are Trash)

"That man didn't love you!" she spat, and as Eddie saw Buck flinch, saw the words hit, he knew this was it. "None of them do!"

[inell]

A New Normal

Buck/Eddie. Pre-relationship. Teen. WC: 2900

Eddie’s been back in El Paso for nearly two months. Working at a fast food joint isn’t what he envisioned, but he’s trying to adjust to his new normal. Fortunately, he’s got Buck to help keep him grounded.

There’s a special for a Free Monterey Melt with the purchase of a medium fry and drink going on this week. Katrina, the night shift manager, has been pushing all the crew to promote the latest special by hovering behind them when they’re taking orders. If it’s not trying to convince drunken or exhausted night shift workers to get the Monterey Melt special, it’s harsh whispers about upselling and asking the late-night customers to buy extra shit. Funny how Katrina has time to pace around and behave like a petty dictator but can’t put extra fries on to cook when there’s a rush around the time the clubs are closing around El Paso.

Not to mention the fact the stupid special is only available through the app, which doesn’t seem to work half the time. It just leads to upset customers who want to rant about technology, and Eddie can’t even agree with them despite seconding every single complaint they make because that’s somehow bad customer service. Instead, he has to stand there without breaking the fake ‘customer service’ smile that his coworker, Leticia, has made him practice since he joined the team a few weeks ago. Returning to El Paso has always been at the bottom of Eddie’s list of ‘Things I Really Want to Do’, but returning to El Paso during the worst economy since 2008 and being forced to work the overnight shift at Whataburger has taken that last spot on the list.

It could be worse.

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It’s been months since I’ve been able to make words, but I got the idea of Eddie working at Whataburger in my head and had to take my lunch break (and an extra hour 👀) to get this written. Hope someone enjoys!

[half-bakedboy]

"Would you please just kiss me?" - Buddie

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?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie sighs. “I can do that first.”

[mikonez]

so, i was just casually hanging out with @lighthouseshepard 's brain and then these two guys appeared and started making out in front of me?? so weird man

[monsterrae1]

Drabble, you say? If it inspires:

‘you could say I’m fond of you.’ Buck/Eddie

Hi Inell I'm so sorry this took forever! Here's a small drabble for u <33

Buck bit down a chuckle. Not even ten minutes ago Eddie had climbed into his lap and attached his mouth to Buck's neck, leaving a small trail of kisses and bites, until he got distracted and was now only rubbing his nose against Buck's jaw like a cat.

He was surprised he wasn't purring, to be honest.

"What got into you?" Buck asked him, wrapping his arms around his drunk boyfriend.

"Nothing," Eddie replied, his hand sneaking underneath Buck's shirt, his hand just resting on top of Buck's stomach. "Well, I guess, you could say I'm just fond of you, wanna be with you."

Buck smiled, turning his head and kissing Eddie's cheek. From the corner of his eye he could see Eddie smiling before resting his head on Buck's shoulder and after a few minutes falling asleep, his hot soft breathing hitting Buck's skin, and his hand still tucked right under Buck's shirt, and Buck was happy to let him stay there for as long as he wanted.

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[treasurehuntbuck]

Drabble for #19

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.

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[serenelystrange]

5. Laughing during sex. Buddie

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

Like a Horny Radioactive Spider

Eddie tries to hold still, he really does. Buck’s above him, still warm and pink from their shared shower, trailing heated kisses down his neck and across his chest, aiming lower with every moment. Eddie squirms beneath him again as Buck bites along his hip before nosing in between the legs he spreads, a big hand gripping each of Eddie’s thighs in place.

Eddie hisses as Buck swallows him down, hot and slick and so fucking good that Eddie can almost ignore the little problem he’s trying to hide. Buck throat constricts around the head of Eddie’s cock as the saliva pools and he swallows reflexively, and Eddie’s next hiss of discomfort turns into a broken moan that has Buck looking up at him with mischievous eyes. He just knows he’d be smirking if his mouth wasn’t currently otherwise occupied. With a look of determination, Buck presses forward until Eddie is as deep in his throat as possible, his chin bumping against Eddie’s balls as he curls his tongue around his cock like it’s made of candy.

“Shit,” Eddie flinches as Buck brushes against the sensitive skin of his balls, and curses to himself when Buck immediately stills.

“I’m good, I’m good,” Eddie says, reaching down to run his hand through Buck’s damp curls soothingly. “Sorry, baby, you’re doing so good.”

Buck flutters his eyes closed at that, breathing in oxygen and the scent of Eddie through his nose, humming appreciatively. Eddie twitches in his mouth, and Buck does it again, longer this time. Eddie thinks he must be humming some pop song, but the tune escapes him at the moment.

“So good,” Eddie whimpers, gripping Buck’s hair with one hand and just holding on, his other moving to claw at Buck’s shoulder with blunt nails.

With a happy sigh, Buck goes lax at the praise, leaning his head against Eddie’s thigh the way he has a hundred times before. Unfortunately, the movement brushes his scruffy beard against Eddie’s balls again, and this time he can’t hide the bodily flinch, or pass the hiss off as a moan.

Buck blinks his eyes open with concern, pulling off of Eddie carefully and sitting up into a kneeling position between Eddie’s legs. He looks wrecked already, chest red and heaving and lips swollen and slick with spit and cum, and Eddie has never hated his own body’s stupid sensitivity more.

“What’s wrong?” Buck rasps, trailing his hands soothingly up and down Eddie’s thighs.

“Nothing,” Eddie tries, determined to power through until they both get off. “Getting tired already?” he asks in a teasing tone that Buck sees right through.

“You flinched,” Buck says, raising that sarcastic and unfortunately sexy eyebrow of his. “Are you hiding an injury? We promised we wouldn’t do that anymore.”

He scans Eddie with his eyes, trying to locate any new marks or bruises, and frowns in confusion when he finds nothing.

Eddie sighs, giving in, and reaches out a hand to Buck to help him sit up. He feels more than a little ridiculous sitting criss-cross-applesauce with a raging erection, but it still feels less vulnerable than lying down.

“I’m not hurt,” Eddie assures him. “I’m just…ticklish.”

Buck furrows his brow, confused. “Since when?” he asks. “We do this like all the time.”

Eddie blushes, embarrassed, but meets Buck’s eyes anyway.

“Not after a week off from work,” he explains, reaching out to cup Buck’s fuzzy face with one hand. “You’ve never grown your beard out this long with me.”

‘Oh,” Buck says, clearly relieved that it’s nothing serious. “Is that it?”

“That’s it,” Eddie admits. “Sorry,” he adds belatedly.

Buck rolls his eyes good-naturedly, playing with Eddie’s hand that’s still held between both of his own.

“Don’t apologize for being ticklish, you weirdo,” he laughs playfully. “You could have just told me. I would’ve shaved.”

Eddie mumbles in response, ducking his head just enough that Buck can’t catch what he says.

“What was that?” Buck asks, leaning down to rub his scruffy face against Eddie cheek. “You weren’t complaining when I was kissing you, you know.”

“It doesn’t tickle until like here,” Eddie huffs, running his free hand across his collarbone in demonstration.

“Noted,” Buck says, smirking slightly. “So if I just…” he trails, pushing Eddie’s chest until he lies back down and untangles his legs so that Buck can slot between them. “Rub you here, you’ll…”

Eddie dissolves into giggles as Buck’s scruffy beard trails along his chest, uncontrolled and squeaky as Buck drags his cheek down Eddie’s belly.

“Buck,” Eddie whines as his stomach starts to clench painfully, “it’s too much.”

“Sorry,” Buck whispers, pressing a kiss right below Eddie’s bellybutton before pulling away again. “I’ll shave tomorrow.”

Eddie groans before he can help himself, and laughs again as Buck gives him an incredulous look.

“What is your damage, man?” Buck laughs. “You just told me the beard was a problem!”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees sadly. “But also, you look so fucking hot with it.”

“Yeah?” Buck asks, grinning with satisfied delight.

“My dick and I are at war,” Eddie says with a straight face, his amusement only betrayed by the slight twitching of his lips.

Buck laughs again, shaking his head as he flops down next to Eddie and lies on his side, pressing up against the entire length of him.

“Can’t have the beard at work anyway,” Buck says, before wrapping a hand around Eddie’s flagging cock and jerking him slow and snug back to full attention. “Guess we’ll go old school until then.”

“Mmm,” Eddie agrees, arching up into the hold, moaning as Buck takes the opportunity to sink his teeth into his throat, his beard rubbing just right under Eddie’s jaw.

“I do love the classics,” Eddie laughs when Buck releases his throat and laves over the mark he’s left.

“I have seen your CD collection,” Buck snorts, teasing him even as he moves his fist faster. “Old man.”

“You’re literally older than me,” Eddie argues, words trailing off into a moan as Buck rolls his palm over the head of his cock and pushes against his frenulum.  

“Only according to the linear passage of time,” Buck teases, leaning in for a sweet kiss that contrasts filthily with the slick sounds of his movements.

“You’re such an idiot,” Eddie laughs, coming all over Buck’s hand and his own chest.

“Yeah, well, you chose this idiot,” Buck snarks back, dragging his hand through the mess on Eddie’s chest before taking himself in hand.

“Best decision of my life,” Eddie says, dick twitching as he watches Buck jerk himself off roughly with his come. “I was gonna suck you off, you know.”

“Couldn’t wait,” Buck says, hissing in pleasure-pain as he approaches oversensitivity but refusing to stop. “And you’re such a pretty canvas.”

“Paint me up,” Eddie teases, laughing at the corny words even as Buck moans and does just that, soaking Eddie’s chest hair with his release.

“Fuck, Eds,” Buck breathes out, melting into the bed and resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder. “How is it always so good?”

Eddie hums thoughtfully, determined to enjoy having Buck wrapped up in his arms for as long as he can manage before needing to get cleaned up.

“Maybe we both got bit by a really horny radioactive spider,” he muses. “We should probably do a blood test or something.”

“You think there’s Spider-Man porn out there?” Buck asks, rolling with it.

“Probably,” Eddie laughs. “Oh, maybe our star charts align just right or something. Cosmic matchmakers.”

“You don’t believe in all that,” Buck laughs. “I know you gave Ravi all the wrong information on purpose, by the way. I gave him your real stuff.”

“Ruin my fun, why don’t you,” Eddie huffs. “Brat.”

“Yup,” Buck says, beaming without even an ounce of regret.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says, before pressing a kiss to Buck’s forehead. “Or maybe it’s so good just because it’s us.”

“That’s not very exciting,” Buck says. “Horny radioactive spider is much cooler.”

“True,” Eddie allows. “But I like it the best.”

Buck hums in agreement, curling himself even further around Eddie, tangling their legs together and breathing the mixed scent of them in.

“Me, too.”

The End

[redrosydiaz]

Highway - Buddie

hellooo dear inell, ty for this!!! this was a fun one too, and this is only the second prompt i'm answering so far, but i have, once again, gone over my self-proclaimed 200 word cap so. LOL. see how great i am at following my own rules 😂 anyways, please enjoy this one!! 💕

“You sure you wanna trade her in?” The man at the dealership asks. He stands across from Eddie, stance wide, arms folded over his chest, a single eyebrow raised, like he isn’t fully convinced by Eddie’s apprehensive request. He’s right not to be. Because the answer is no. A resounding, emphatic, definitive no. Eddie is not sure he wants to trade her in — the truck, his truck, his girl. In fact, he is quite certain that he doesn’t want to. Not one single bit. Eddie’s jaw tightens, mouth purses as he takes her in — probably for the last time. The sleek black paint, the shiny chrome detailing, the smooth leather interior. She’s been with him through— so much. The good, the bad, everything. Trips to the zoo, trips to the hospital. Carting Christopher back and forth from school, carrying Eddie to the job he loves so much. Bringing Eddie back to Christopher. Taking him away from Buck. He thinks back on the last truly happy memory he has with her — the long stretch of highway ahead of them. The clear blue sky above. Christopher in the backseat, Buck right beside him, their laughter a joyful melody filling up the cab. Buck’s smile, bigger and brighter than the sun shining down on them. Eddie's fingers had itched to slide across that center console, to tangle into Buck's. To watch that smile grow, impossibly, as Buck realized his intentions. Eight-hundred miles away, and Eddie still feels that same itch. He stares at his truck. His chest aches. He’s had to give up so much. But he doesn’t have a choice. He turns to the man, pastes on the most convincing smile he can, and says, “Sure am!”

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[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

Fuck It Friday

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.”

Oh no... I wonder what could be happening here... mweheheheheh...

[dangerpronebuddie]

"Can you kiss it better?" Buck/Eddie

Hi darling 🥰🩷 Hope you like it!

This one somehow also became part of my kiss prompts!

So...

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 32/?

5. Intertwining your fingers

Summary:

Eddie crosses the kitchen with a fondly exasperated smile and takes Buck’s hand. “Which finger did you hit?”

“This one,” Buck drawls, flipping him off.

Eddie gives him a thoroughly unimpressed glare he's seen on Chris a million times.

“Don’t know that there's anything I can do to help, bud.”

“Can you kiss it better?” Buck asks, only half joking.

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���Ah, fuck,” Buck hisses, yanking his hand back from the cabinet.

“What's up?” Eddie frowns, turning away from where he'd been putting a stack of plates back in the cabinet.

“I jammed my hand in the cabinet door,” Buck says through gritted teeth, shaking out his right hand with a grimace.

“Do I need to call you a wambulance?” Eddie teases.

“Fuck off,” Buck laughs, tossing the tea towel at him. “I'm probably gonna bruise.”

Eddie crosses the kitchen with a fondly exasperated smile and takes Buck’s hand. “Which finger did you hit?”

“This one,” Buck drawls, flipping him off.

Eddie gives him a thoroughly unimpressed glare he's seen on Chris a million times.

“Don’t know that there's anything I can do to help, bud.”

“Can you kiss it better?” Buck asks, only half joking.

To his shock, and absolute delight, Eddie brings Buck's hand to his lips, pressing a featherlight kiss to his knuckles.

“Better?” Eddie asks softly, looking at Buck through his lashes.

“Um…” Buck clears his throat. Something in Eddie's expression, soft and yet challenging, makes Buck want to be a little brave. “It… kinda hurt my whole hand.”

Eddie ducks and presses his lips to the back of Buck's hand before turning his arm and kissing his palm, making Buck's breath catch in his throat.

“Better yet?” Eddie asks in a whisper, his thumb caressing where his lips had just been.

“No,” Buck replies.

Eddie kisses his inner wrist, right over his thundering pulse point. With agonizing slowness, he trails kisses up Buck's arm- his forearm, the crook of his elbow, his bicep. He reaches Buck's shoulder and stops, looking into Buck's eyes.

“How about now?”

Buck swallows with an audible click. “No.”

Eddie ducks his head again, slowly tugging Buck’s collar out of the way, exposing his throat. Featherlight kisses spread from his collarbone to his jaw like lichtenberg figures. Heat sparks in Buck’s gut as Eddie kisses behind his ear. He exhales a shuddering breath and tangles his fingers in Eddie's hair as the man tugs his earlobe with his teeth.

“Better?” Eddie asks in a husky whisper, nosing at Buck's jaw. He dances his fingertips down Buck's arm- leaving goosebumps in their wake- and laces their fingers together.

“No,” Buck rasps.

Eddie leans back and looks into Buck's eyes before dropping his gaze to his lips. Buck surges forward and slots their lips together. The butterflies that had been swarming in Buck's gut since Eddie kissed his knuckles transform into fireworks, bright and blinding and beautiful, setting every nerve ending on fire.

Eddie uses his hold on his hand to wrap Buck’s arm around his waist so he can cup Buck's neck. Buck presses them more firmly together, close enough their rib cages could interlock. Eddie arches into him as Buck teases the seam of his lips. He tilts Eddie just the way he wants him and dives in deeper, swallowing the soft noise Eddie makes when Buck's tongue brushes his.

They don't separate until the need for oxygen demands it. Even then, they don't go far, their foreheads pressed together as they breathe each other's air.

“Better now?” Eddie asks breathlessly.

Buck smiles at Eddie's swollen lips and takes his hand from where it had settled on Buck's chest. He laces their fingers together and presses his lips to Eddie's knuckles. "Yes," he whispers before kissing him again.

[inell]

I would love a teeny musical buddie fic for your challenge please 💖

The song that came up on shuffle was Only You by The Platters. I used the lyrics to inspire this little bit of romantic fluff. Hope you enjoy, @sharpbutsoft ! And thank you for challenging me!!!

Thrill Me Like You Do

Buck/Eddie. Teen. WC: 2320

An unexpected kiss over breakfast dishes leads to Buck asking Eddie out for their first date.

The park that’s hosting the outdoor movie showing is a half-hour drive from Eddie’s house. Well, really, his house. No, that isn’t right, either. Their house. That’s what it is now. It’s only been two weeks since Eddie and Chris moved back from El Paso, so Buck’s still trying to wrap his brain around that new reality. Sharing a house with his best friend. His partner. And, as of yesterday at six eighteen in the morning, his future husband.

Glancing at Eddie, Buck can’t help the stupid grin he knows is on his face. Future husband might be exaggerating considering it had actually been a first kiss while they’d been washing the breakfast dishes. Buck’s left arm currently has three small bruises on it from where he’s pinched himself since Eddie leaned over and kissed him, just needing a reminder this is real and not a daydream brought on by unrequited love for his straight best friend.

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[lighthouseshepard]

if i. if i ever shared oc or original bits of fiction. would anyone be interested in that at all or

[munchboxart]

I've changed the crest(?) around my GK gijinka's belt to be more like wings and I've become obsessed with it

[eddieisinlove]

For a November prompt: what about Buck and Eddie taking a hike on a crisp autumn morning and stealing a first kiss?

Thank you for your request! I hope you like what I came up with :)

Eddie enjoyed the occasional hike, so when Buck proposed to take him to his favorite hiking spot, he agreed immediately. They woke up on a sunny Saturday, dropped off Christopher at the Wilson's and drove to the hiking path. It was early November. The air smelled like earth and fallen leaves. Buck and Eddie started hiking, the conversation flowing naturally, like it always did. They never seemed to run out of subjects. "Ta-daa!!", Buck exclaimed in a very Buck way when they reached a plateau. The view of LA was amazing. A comfortable silence lay between them. Eddie looked out towards the city and thought about his life. This was the kind of morning he'd always wished for, just enjoying an activity with someone- -with someone he loved keeping him company. The kind of morning he always wished he could have had with Shannon but never got the chance to. The kind of thing he had with Buck. The realization blew over him like the soft breeze ruffling his hair. Buck put a tentative hand on his shoulder. "There's actually a reason i brought you here.", he said. Eddie turned to him. "What we have", Buck continued, "Means more than a friendship to me." Eddie's heart started beating faster. He wondered how he hadn't noticed how much he loved Buck until now. He could feel it everywhere. "It means more to me too", he whispered, the words refusing to form any louder. The day was still early when they kissed for the first time, a promise to hold on to each other forever.

[larry-is-my-anchor1]

This was my first time reading fanfiction having to do with Buck and Eddie. It was so damn good. My favorite line was “Uh oh. Someone said the silent part out loud,” Chim says, nudging Hen. “I wish we had popcorn for this.”

[jeeyunspetrat]

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We are jumping all over the place for these now lol

“Yes, Buck,” Eddie replies gamely. “Sorry, what was that?” Buck asks. “Yes, coach,” Eddie amends with an eye-roll and a bitten-off grin.