#911fanfic

[tawaifeddiediaz]

of epiphanies

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Rating: T

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 4,085 words

Snippet:

After he meets him the first time, Buck sees him everywhere . It’s not that he doesn’t know who Tommy Kinard is. He replaced Tommy, after all, after the other man was transferred to the 217. He’s heard all the stories of him, from other members of the 118 that have moved across the other shifts. He’s heard them from Hen and Chim, too. After the rescue that frankly, would’ve gotten them all fired had Maddie not revealed the truth, it’s like Tommy remembers what it was like to be at the 118 with Hen and Chim, what it was like to be under Bobby’s captaincy.  Buck sees him on the nights they go out to drink, sitting in the corner laughing with Chim about an old memory. Eddie sits next to him as they listen quietly, chiming in with an anecdote of their own when the opportunity presents itself, but otherwise, Eddie stays a silent line of warmth at Buck’s side as they pick at the labels on their beers. He sees him during the afternoons where they all play basketball, or baseball, or whatever they’re in the mood for that weekend. He’s included easily in the games, the way everyone is, and they have fun with it. Tommy and Eddie have the same streak of competitiveness, but Buck and Eddie have an understanding that makes them come out on top, every time. He sees him at the station sometimes, too — catching up with Bobby in civilian clothes. Bobby’s told Buck about the reasons he’d decided Tommy would be happier at the 217, but watching them catch up like they’re old friends, Buck’s not really sure he understands any of them. Hell, Buck even sees Tommy with his own best friend, laughing away with Eddie about baseball stats, sparring in the gym, and even talking about the damned helicopters. It all forms a picture that Buck struggles to truly comprehend. (Buck is not jealous that Tommy seems to take to everyone like a duck to water, and he is not jealous that he even gets on with Eddie in a seamless way that even Buck hadn’t managed to do easily.)

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[firehousefreak911]

Hi

Could you do a imaging with Buck from 911. I love the opposite attracts idea. Like a secret girlfriend, because she isn’t a fan of being around people. She’s different from all the other girls that buck dated

Thank you

Hope you have a good day:)

A Good Different

You sat on the couch in your baggy sweat pants and oversized shirt. You watched as your boyfriend ran around the house getting ready.

He wasn’t the type of guy you were used to but he made you feel so special and loved. And you knew for a fact you weren’t the type of girl he had been with before. But none of that mattered, you loved each other and nothing could change that.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Buck asked sitting down in front of you on the couch facing you.

“No Buck, you know it’s not my thing, you go have fun” I said, urging him to go.

“Are you sure? I don’t have to go” he replied.

“Evan, baby, look at me, I want you to go have fun, I know how much you love going to hang out with the 118. Go have fun, beside I have a new crime documentary I want to watch” you said, switching the channel to your show.

“Fine, I’ll miss you” he leaned over to kiss you.

“I love you” he said

“I love you too” you sighed, “give me 10 minutes and I’ll be dressed”

You aren’t the type to hang with a bunch of people but if it made Buck happy then you would push your fears away.

10 minutes later you came out in ripped jeans and a faded black concert tee. You threw on your combat boots and grabbed your bag.

“Damn your beautiful” Buck whispered grabbing you in a kiss, “maybe we should stay home”

He chuckled as he kissed you passionately. You smiled under his kisses. When the two of you finally separated you headed for the door.

You applied your makeup in the car adding your dark lipstick to top it off. As Buck pulled into the drive way you started to get nervous. Looking over at your Buck noticed your demeanor.

“Hey you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, we can go home” he said grabbing your hand.

You gave his a squeeze and shook your head no.

“No, let’s stay, I want to do this for you. These people mean the world to you. And because of that they mean the world to me, it’s time I finally met them” you reply.

Buck gets out and runs to open your door. He leads you to the front door. Buck opens it and goes in.

“Hey everybody we’re here!” He yells

“Finally!”

“About damn time!”

You hear every yell from the main area. As you follow Buck down the stairs of the house, you think he said it belonged to his captain and his wife. Everyone stops and looks at you.

“Woah! Buck who is this?” A dark haired man smiles.

“Chimney!” A woman smacks his arm. You recognize her as Buck’s sister.

“Sorry about him, I’m Maddie, Buck’s sister” Maddie said, coming over to you.

Buck could feel you get nervous. He squeezed your hand.

“Everyone this is Y/N, my girlfriend” he says. He leads you over to a chair. He then introduces everyone. You slowly start to feel at home. He was right the 118 does feel like a family.

[homerforsure]

(header by my darling @mellaithwen. Thieves will have their cars keyed)

through tooth and claw (to where you are)

Rated: T (for rabid animal behavior and kissing)

WC: 18653 (I know)

Tags: Buck whump, worried Eddie, worried Christopher, protective everybody because they're a family okay, blood, injury, first kiss, getting together, a truly surprising amount of soft and silly flirting considering all the blood

Summary:

With a reverent hush, Christopher said, “Whoa, it’s so close.”

And it was almost as though Buck needed to have that obvious fact pointed out to him before the vague dread of animal instinct that had been pooling in his stomach could solidify into a real, actionable fear.

It’s so close.

Something’s wrong.

AKA: The Rabid Coyote fic

[mellaithwen]

Seven Sentence Sunday :)

Thank you for the tags @littlespoonevan @thekristen999 @capseycartwright and @daffi-990 <33

Eddie doesn’t miss a beat. He grabs onto Buck’s forearms to pull him in close, shouldering his weight effortlessly—daring Mitchell to say something—and turning away when he doesn’t.

“You with me?” Eddie asks Buck—the painful jostling having left him cold and sweaty, and breathless in the other man’s arms. “Alright,” Eddie continues softly when all Buck can do is nod, “alright, that’s all I need, okay? Just stay with me, and I’ll handle the rest.”

Buck doubts it’ll be that easy—staying awake and staying alive, getting back into the ambulance; willingly setting foot into the unknown, all of it merging into this one insurmountable task that he can’t fathom conquering even with Eddie by his side—but he’s already biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out as they move, so he keeps that depressing thought to himself.

We’re getting there slowly folks….I swear. Especially since Ciara’s decided our fic deadline is April 😅 eep.

Tagging with no pressure @homerforsure @princessfbi @renecdote @hopeintheashes @kananjarus @evcndiaz @hattalove @clusterbuck @bucktommys @sibylsleaves @fcntasmas and @zainclaw <3

[nymika-arts]

i’d pick your thunder, i’d pick your rain

3.3k pining mess <3

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There's something about the way Buck looks at love that always has him clawing at scraps of nothing, trying to mold himself to fit where someone might want him. For as long as he can remember, it’s been a game of making himself less. Smaller. All he’d ever wanted was to make people happy, and if that meant carving himself down into something more agreeable, then who was he really hurting? Everyone makes sacrifices in relationships, he was simply sacrificing… himself. Par for the course.

It hardly even occurred to him that all he was doing was making things worse for everyone until he was saying 'I love you' to Taylor Kelly when most nights he couldn't even recognize himself anymore. So he made a change.

Call it an epiphany, call it clarity-of-fucking-mind, but it was like he'd taken his own feelings seriously for the first time in—ever, maybe. He couldn't stand to be this miserable anymore, even if it meant just being alone.

But the thing is, the silence that comes with being alone leaves a lot of space for your mind to get loud. And his did, in all the ways he was expecting, and some ways he wasn't. 

In between the lament of his doomed happiness and the thoughts of everlasting loneliness (expected), Buck ended up thinking a lot about Eddie, and about exactly how he felt when he was with him (unexpected).

Buck had known a lot of people, had loved—or at least some version of the word—a lot of people, and none of them had ever made him feel quite as safe, or important, or whole, as Eddie did.

Eddie never made Buck feel small. And it was as simple as that.

Buck had been so wrapped up in the search, looking for his forever-after in people who only loved him in parts, that he hadn't noticed Eddie quietly settling into all the spaces in his heart, and filling him with the golden happiness he'd always longed for. 

So in those moments, in the silence of alone, he'd realized that he was in love with Eddie and that, actually, he'd been in love with Eddie for some time. 

For so long he hadn't seen it for what it was, but he'd sat on his balcony with Maddie that day and explained exactly what he thought love should be, and it had occurred to him that maybe he'd been looking for something he'd already found. The thought left him breathless.

And right on its heels came the realization that none of it could ever really be his. Because Eddie came home from Texas looking lighter than he has for a long time, and he's talking to Frank, and he's smiling so easily, and—

And Buck has been living with dark clouds hanging over his head for as long as he can remember. He figures he's gotten used to it, the way they trail after him and threaten to break open and drown him with every blow he takes from the universe. The thunder feels as much a part of him as anything these days. But he doesn't want to drag Eddie into his storm, no matter how much he may long for company in the rain. Eddie deserves better than that, better than him. 

Buck wants (and wants, and wants), but he can't. He just—can't. Because all he's ever done is ruin his relationships and drive people away, and he can't bear the thought of watching Eddie leave him behind. But even more, he can't bear the thought of him staying.

Buck doesn't really think Eddie would have him, anyway.

So he'd held that aching love he'd discovered close to his chest, felt its flickering warmth and the spark of hope that came with it, and then tucked it away. Another piece of himself to hide from the world.

And things had been fine. He'd been managing it. Until now, when he's sitting in Hen and Karen's backyard in the fading evening light, and Eddie's wearing a stunning deep blue suit and a smile that's doing funny things to Buck's insides, and he just looks happy. 

Buck watches him, mesmerized, as Eddie laughs at something Chimney says. Watches the way it lights up his whole face, like everything that's been weighing him down for so long has finally started to ease off. Something about it tugs at Buck's heart so hard it almost hurts.

He starts to feel like he might do something astoundingly stupid, like walk over there and ask Eddie to spend the rest of his life with him, so he takes another long sip of wine and tries to look anywhere else. He sees Maddie making her way towards him with two slices of cake, but his eyes manage to wander back to Eddie by the time she arrives. Traitorous things.

"Stop staring, it's so obvious," Maddie says as she plunks herself down in the chair next to him. He scowls at her, but can't seem to muster up an actual protest; he knows it's true. She hands him a piece of cake.

"You're one to talk," Buck says, taking it from her and stabbing a fork into it. "Watching Chim with your big lovestruck doe eyes ever since you arrived."

"I'm not—" Maddie starts, and Buck just looks at her. "Okay, I am. It's kind of annoying how well you know me."

Buck laughs. "Yeah, well. Ditto."

They sit in silence for a few moments, just watching the party sprawled out in front of them.

Chimney is swaying with Jee-Yun off to the side, while Bobby and Athena keep easy time with the music on the dance floor, and Hen twirls Karen around before pulling her close. Then he finds himself looking at Eddie again, now doing a ridiculous little dance with Christopher and making him laugh. Buck can't help but smile.

"You could tell him, you know," Maddie says, as if it's that easy. As if he could really just go over there and ask, and the rest of his life could begin just like that.

"No, I can't. Too many worst-case scenarios," Buck replies. "Too many ways I could fuck it up."

"So you're just gonna mope about it."

"That's the plan."

"At least go dance with him or something, instead of just sitting here."

"I can't, I'm eating cake," he says, around a mouthful of cake. 

Maddie just huffs and rolls her eyes fondly, then settles back in her chair and rests her head on his shoulder. 

"We're pretty lucky, right?" she says, eyes trailing over their friends—their family. "To know all these incredible people. I never would have imagined a life like this for myself."

Buck smiles a bit, and doesn't tell her that there's still a part of him that half expects it all to disappear one day, and leave him in the dust. He'd never imagined this either, and yet here it all is right in front of him, everything he's always wanted. Some days he still can't quite believe it. 

He looks around, until his eyes land on Eddie again, and this time Eddie's looking back at him. "Yeah, pretty lucky," Buck says. 

Eddie waves, and Buck smiles, and he wonders how it ever took him this long to realize. He doesn't really know how to hold it all, this love and longing that he's gathered into his hands. It's too big to carry on his own, spilling through his fingers and reaching out towards the person it's all meant for. 

He has the ridiculous thought for a moment that those tendrils of wanting are what tug Eddie towards him, when Eddie starts making his way over, but he shoves it down just as quickly as it surfaced.

"I lost my dance partner to the dessert table," Eddie says, and Buck glances over to where Chris has joined Harry and Denny in piling sweets precariously high on their plates. Eddie sticks his hand out. "Wanna fill in?"

Buck stares at it for a second.

"I've got… cake," he says lamely.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, saying 'are you serious?' without saying anything at all, and Maddie just pulls the cake from his hands. 

"And now you don't. Bye," she says.

"I'll drag you out there if I have to," Eddie says, still holding his hand out, palm to the sky.

Buck relents, taking Eddie's hand and letting him haul him to his feet, knowing full well this could end in disaster but never quite able to refuse Eddie anything. Buck can handle this. He's going to dance with his best friend in front of everyone they know and he's not going to reveal that he's deeply, hopelessly in love with him. Easy.

It's not a particularly slow song, but the 'dance floor' isn't much more than a piece of plywood on the grass, and the crowd already occupying it pushes them close together. Buck stumbles—too much to drink, and too many feet to trip over—and, laughing, Eddie puts his arms out to steady him. It's infectious, so Buck laughs too, and lets himself lean into it for just a second. But even as he pulls back, Eddie keeps his hands on him. 

It's a dangerous thing, but he can't bring himself to step away, even as it pushes him ever closer to a ledge he may never come back from, and writes the words 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue. He won't have this for real, but for right now, maybe he can pretend.

And he doesn't know what comes over him—some combination of all the wine he's had, and all the love they're celebrating, maybe; or maybe it's all the feelings he's been trying to hold inside himself for so long, and how desperately lonely he feels everywhere except right where he's standing—but suddenly the gravity between them is impossible to resist, and he finds himself leaning closer, until he's kissing Eddie right there on the dance floor.

In the moment, it's everything he's ever dreamed of.

In the moment, he can almost pretend that this is them, that this is real and this is his. 

But then the song ends, and there's a beat of silence as Buck pulls back, and the weight of what he's just done settles heavily on his shoulders. 

Eddie doesn't say anything at first, he just blinks at Buck, a thousand tiny expressions flashing across his face, and Buck's not able to pick out even one of them. It's a knife twisting in his gut that Eddie is unreadable to him. 

And he can't be sure why—he can't be sure—but the ugliest voice in his head—the one that sounds just like him, but tears and tears and tears him down—tells him it's because he's just ruined the best thing he's ever had. That he's gone one step too far, and there's no taking it back now.

Then the music picks up again. All of this, in the span of seconds. Buck's heart made full and shattered again in the space between songs. And it's his own fault.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm—sorry," he says, stepping backwards, out of Eddie's arms and away from the one place his heart wants to call home. Buck doesn't even think anyone saw—all of them wrapped up in their own bubbles—but he suddenly feels exposed. Like that one action has stripped him bare and laid him out for the world to see. He can't stand it.

"Buck, wait—" Eddie starts, but Buck is already shouldering his way through the party, forcing a distance between them that only makes the ache in his chest grow. A distance that shouldn't be there, except that Buck is a coward, and he'd rather run than face whatever gentle rejection Eddie has in store for him.

Because what else could it be, right? 

Eddie could never want him like that; and why would he?

Eddie is bright as starlight and Buck is... damaged. Messy in ways he doesn't even understand half the time. He'd split up with Taylor—he'd done that for himself, and felt some distant hope that he'd find someone new to be happy with—but it didn't erase all the ways he'd let that relationship fracture and crumble while he kept grasping at the pieces. It didn't erase all the ways he'd broken it himself. 

So he runs, because he knows he can't ever have him, but part of him wants to live for just a little longer in the before. Before Eddie follows him, and Buck apologizes again, and they try to move forward like nothing happened. Before, while he can still distract himself with a sliver of misguided hope.

It's darker around the side of the house, the sun sinking low in the sky and the lights from the backyard not quite reaching where he's standing. It's quieter, too. Except for the pounding of his heart in his ears. 

It had been a beautiful day, and it looks like it's going to be a beautiful evening—for everyone but Buck. Because his dark clouds are thundering now, building a storm from the mess he's made for himself.

With tears in his eyes, he looks out at the sunset and thinks, distantly, of a universe where he and Eddie would be watching it together, hand in hand and happy, in every way Buck wants to be. The picture doesn't last long.

"Buck?"

He takes a moment, savouring the thought of his impossible future before it disappears, and then he looks over. Eddie is standing just out of reach, face full of concern, and looking like he can't decide whether to step closer or leave the space hanging between them. Buck can't really blame him, not after the lines he's crossed.

He almost doesn't speak. He doesn't know what he could possibly say to reverse it all, but he doesn't want to let Eddie speak first either. Buck's heart is already brittle from all his misuse of it, and he doesn't think it could stand another blow without crumbling completely.

"I fucked up," he says. 

"No," Eddie answers immediately. "No, Buck, you didn't." 

Buck blows out a shaky breath and looks away again, unable to bear the weight of Eddie's eyes on him.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—I shouldn't have done that," Buck says, his voice small. He'd make it smaller if he could, just to take up less space in the air. "I wish I hadn't."

Eddie's brow furrows a bit, and it's adorable, and Buck really wishes he could turn his own brain off. "Then why did you?" he asks.

"I…" Buck pauses. The question takes him by surprise, and he thinks about brushing it off, saying something that would lead them closer to the end of this conversation, quick and painless. But when he speaks, only the truth finds its way out. "I forgot myself for a second. I got lost in the moment, or something. I wasn’t really thinking, I just—you're my person, you know? You mean so much to me and I'd never really thought about it in that way before but I guess I just finally realized…" He shakes his head. "I don't know."

"You really mean that," Eddie says, more a statement than a question, and there's something strange about his expression. Something that would almost make Buck hopeful, if he didn't know any better.

He takes a breath. He feels like crying.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

There's the first crack.

"Because I'm—too much. And I kissed you and you haven't even said anything about it, and I honestly can't decide if the nothing is worse than a reaction; and more than anything I'm terrified that you're gonna find a reason to go." His voice cracks on the last word, and he hates himself a little more for it. "And I can't watch you leave. I can't. And I was just going to hold it in, and live with it, but I've gone and…" he sighs and just gestures at the air. Ruined everything, like always.

"You think I'd leave you behind?"

"Everyone does, and I can't—I can't do that with you, Eddie. Not with you."

"Buck—" Eddie says, like it's hurting him. The cracks spiderweb.

"Can we just forget it? I'm so stupid and I didn't mean to—I don't want things to be weird, okay? You're my best friend and I know I screwed up but—”

"Buck, you're not stupid. And I don't..." he pauses and seems to steady himself. "I don't want to forget it."

"You—what?"

"Buck, you're braver than me. I've never managed to find the courage to do what you just did, but that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to. I really, really, wanted to. You just got there first."

"You wanted… to kiss me," Buck repeats slowly, savouring the words. Eddie wanted to kiss him. 

Eddie laughs quietly, and his eyes crinkle in that way that says he's truly happy, and he nods. "Yeah," he says; such a simple word already mending those cracks in his heart with veins of gold. 

Buck stares at him, and Eddie stares back, so undeniably, overwhelmingly tender, and loving. Buck can't hold it, he has to look away.

"Hey, come on. Talk to me," Eddie says, in a tone so gentle it almost breaks Buck's heart again.

"You deserve more than I can give you, Eddie, you know? I-I’m never gonna be a perfect partner, I’m never gonna be easy, I’m—I’m a goddamn mess—"

"I don't want more. I don’t want easy, or perfect. I don't want anything, Buck. Just you," Eddie says, stepping into his space and putting his hand gently on Buck’s shoulder. His thumb rests easily in the dip above Buck’s collarbone, somehow grounding him and making it that much harder to breathe all at once. "I don't care about you because of what you give to me or what you do for me, okay? I care about you—I love you—because you're you."

Buck searches his eyes for something that might give up the game, looking for the 'I love you, but', 'I love you, unless', 'I love you, until'—but he doesn't find it.

"You love me?" Buck says, barely above a whisper, like the words are some fragile thing that he's never been allowed to touch.

"Of course I do," Eddie says just as quietly, but with such reverence it makes Buck shiver.

Buck doesn't say anything, doesn't really know how—words don't seem strong enough to name the depth of what Eddie is to Buck. He loves him, undoubtedly, unconditionally, but it's bigger than that. It's a future that Buck never believed he could hope for, now within reach. It's safety, and family, that Buck had all but accepted was meant for anyone but him. It's light that shines across even the darkest corners of his mind. Those corners where he's never been anything but cold, and alone, now awash with the warmth that Eddie carries with him. It's love—so much love—but it's also life. Like Buck had been breathing underwater until Eddie had come along and led him to shore.

Buck raises his hand—slowly, carefully—and brushes at the loop of hair falling across Eddie's forehead with feather-light fingers, then traces his skin down to cup his face in his hand.

"Kiss me again," Eddie says, so Buck does.

And this time, it's a kiss that feels like the start of forever.

[zashizawa]

and i'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

for the wonderful @maygrantnash for the holiday gift exchange!! i hope you like it!!

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"Here you go Mr. . .?" Buck drawls, passing it over to him. 

"Diaz," he offers. "Eddie. You should probably know my name with how often I'm going to be here in the months coming."

"Oh?" Buck breathes hopefully instead of the jumping up and down in excitement he wants to do.

"Yeah, my friend recommended this place, said they're the best bakery in L.A. And she's a sucker for sweets so Lord knows I'll be in here buying her donuts often enough."

Buck pinpoints the word 'friend' and latches onto it like his life depends on it. Friend, not girlfriend. 

(Or, it's a buddie bakery au. That's it.)

@meganskane @usermoreid @buckleyhans @no-moremusic @eddiediazisascorpio @chefdiaz @ashbuckleydiaz (@paranoidbean)

[tommy-evan]

to watch someone you love (come home)

4540 - buck/eddie - complete

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“Do you remember it?” Buck whispers, after a beat. There, it’s finally out. He’s finally saying it. “Any of it?”

Eddie’s hand pauses from stroking his hair, and for a second, Buck’s afraid that he’ll pull away and they’ll never say another word about it again. Worst, that he’ll pull away from Buck altogether, angry at him for bringing up something he has worked hard to work through and away from.

Instead, Eddie’s hand slides away from his hair and back on his shoulder and he’s pulling Buck back towards him as he himself shifts forward, and then his arms are around Buck, squeezing tight.

He feels Eddie’s head against his shoulder and Buck sighs, tilting his head towards his, and they’re pressed against each other, his own hand finding Eddie’s that’s on his shoulder, squeezing. It feels familiar, a more sure, firm version of Chris wrapping his arm around him after Buck broke down crying when he got news that Eddie’s surgery went well.

“I remember seeing you covered in blood and thinking I didn’t want to go through it again,” Eddie whispers. “To watch someone I love die again.”

***

or the one where they talk about the shooting, and if Eddie remembers reaching out for Buck after he fell

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inspired by this post from @fear-o-phobia​ and @yeaheddiediaz​ - this is finally completed!

[thebrainofcorpse]

Hierarchy | Evan Buckley

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trigger warnings: bullying/ableism, mental disorders, workplace harassment, abuse of power

gender-neutral reader with no specific description of appearance

word count: 2.2k

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Your last few years of high school were a miserable time in your life. Aside from the exams that you were just barely passing, the talk amongst your classmates about what they wanted to do after they graduated was a popular topic of discussion and it was one you could never participate in because you had absolutely no clue what you wanted to do. You spent your early 20's working part-time and studying a course you didn't even care to remember the name of but thankfully, it was because of that campus...or rather the fire that brought it down, that got you to where you are today.

In front of a firehouse.

You struggled a lot in becoming a firefighter...more than the others you were training with. You didn't think you'd make it this far, let alone still be this interested in the job but here you were and you couldn't be more proud of yourself.

"Hey, you two must be the probies." A voice spoke up and you turned to see a guy walking towards you and the girl who stood beside you.

Her name is Josie Campbell. She was one of the girls you had trained alongside in the academy. You two never got the chance to speak to each other but you heard a lot about her and how she practically had a one-up on everyone because her father was a Chief of a firehouse. This firehouse.

"Yes, that's us!" Josie spoke up. "We're supposed to be meeting with Captain Nash."

"Right, come along. He's just up there." The man nodded, turning and walking towards some stairs. Josie immediately began following the guy and so you did the same, picking at the skin around your nails anxiously.

As excited as you were to be starting a new chapter in your life, you didn't really enjoy the part where you'd have to interact with new people. People who'd be judging your every decision until the probationary period was over...if you even make it that far that is.

"Hey Cap', got some fresh meat here for ya'." You almost cringed at the introduction but you did your best to hide it and instead, you focused on the man that stood up from his seat with a warm smile.

"Welcome to the 118, I'm Captain Nash."

5 months later...

You huffed in annoyance, packing up the truck after a false alarm call had claimed that a child was stuck in a tree. The 'child' was a lady's cat and that same lady was being put into the back of a police car for wasting the 118's time and resources.

"You can't be mad at the lady, Mouse." Buck laughed, coming up beside you and packing his gear. Mouse was the nickname the firehouse gave you because you were so shy and quiet when you first started, they could barely get a word out of you unless you felt it was necessary to talk.

"I'm not mad at her." You muttered.

Buck paused, contemplating for a moment before he made a noise of realisation. "Is this about Josie?" Your lack of response only confirmed his beliefs. "I'm sure she didn't mean it like that."

You felt a rage burning up inside of you at his words. "Of course, you don't Buck, you're not the one being called incompetent."

You walked away from him, refusing to participate in the conversation any longer. Buck made you feel like you were crazy. You're sure the entirety of the 118 would make you feel the same way if you had confided in them the same way you did with Buck.

You and Buck's friendship was by far the most unusual of the 118. He was loud, obnoxious and extroverted and you were not. He approached you first which was quite a surprise considering you had made no move to befriend any of the firefighters. At first, it was just him making random comments and you simply nodding at them but slowly, you began to respond to them and those short responses eventually turned into long and meaningful conversations.

You would've considered Buck as an older brother if it wasn't for your stupid crush on him. You hated yourself for it sometimes. You really liked your friendship with him and you didn't want your feelings to ruin it. Thankfully, it was times like this that made you not want to be with the guy.

Josie was a problem for you. You tried so hard to like her but something about her put you off and you couldn't put your finger on it until recently.

You knew Josie wanted Buck. She wasn't very quiet about it and you think that her feelings for him were what made her treat you the way that she does.

She makes snide remarks and hurtful comments but Josie is smart. She does it in a way that only you'd be able to understand whereas everyone else would let it fly over their head.

You hated her. Not only for her comments, that was a small part of it. You hated her for making you look dumb and crazy. And as you jumped into the truck, trying to ignore her conversation with Buck, you couldn't help but fight back tears of frustration because with the probationary period coming to an end, her comments to you were getting worse.

She was trying to throw you off your game. She wanted you out of the 118 but she wanted to do so while remaining innocent in the eyes of the other firefighters.

"Mouse...hey Mouse? We're back." You looked up at Hen who was tapping your knee and smiled at her before climbing out of the truck.

Bobby was already on his way up the stairs, calling for all the firefighters to follow him up for dinner. By the time you made it up there, everyone had already found their place and there was just one spare seat beside Chim. You were right in front of Josie who was sitting between Buck and Eddie.

"Looks good as always Cap'." Eddie complimented, putting himself a plate of lasagna.

Hen took a bite and almost moaned at the taste of the food. "I'm so glad that wasn't a long call."

"I know, right? We didn't have to put in any effort, it was good for you, huh Mouse?" Josie added, smiling at you. You looked up at her in confusion.

"What does that even mean, Mouse didn't do anything?" Chim questioned. He was right. Buck had gone up to save the cat while the rest of you stood aside and watched.

"Well, I mean, the call didn't require a lot of brain power. That wouldn't have gone over well." Again, Josie made no sense to anyone and she could see it because of the confused looks being exchanged.

"I don't understand what that’s supposed to mean." You muttered, only for Josie to sigh in annoyance.

She mindlessly cut herself a piece of lasagna before looking up at you. "You're autistic, right? And you have ADHD? Plus other things too. I feel like you've been struggling recently in our calls. Like, I don't know, how do you even focus? Isn't it too hard trying to work with all of those things distracting you? I just don't want you to make a mistake and risk us or even you getting hurt."

You felt like throwing up. Everyone had stopped their eating and were looking between you and Josie.

No one knew those things about you. You had always kept that to yourself and it was because of this very reason. You didn't want it to be held against you. You didn't want to be blamed for things going wrong. You've always been insecure, ever since you got diagnosed.

"How do you know that?" Your voice came out in a whisper and you were surprised that anyone even heard you.

"It's in your records." Josie shrugged and your eyes widened.

"Those are classified." Buck chimed in. "Aren't they, Cap'?"

"They are." Bobby nodded, eyeing Josie in an almost judgemental way. "How did you access them?"

Josie rolled her eyes. "Come on guys, my dad is the Chief of this firehouse." As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes widened. "Wait, n-not like that. I just happened to see it by accident when I was in his office."

"Why would he have Mouse's files out?" Eddie questioned, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

You felt like crying. You were humiliated. Every time one of them looked at you, you felt like they were judging you. It was getting hard to breathe and you wanted to cry. You couldn't handle the conversation anymore so you simply got up and left.

You took leave from work as soon as you got home. Thankfully, it was approved and the entirety of the two weeks you weren't at work, your phone was blowing up with calls and texts from Buck, Eddie, Chim, Hen and even Bobby which you were surprised about but you couldn't bring yourself to look at them.

You thought they were going to be judging you. Telling you that you shouldn't have put them at risk by keeping your diagnosis to yourself. You thought you were going to cop it the worst from Bobby, with him being Captain and all. He has the right to know these things about his team and because you kept it from him, you thought he was going to be mad at you.

But a knock on your door proved you wrong.

You were surprised to see Buck there and even more surprised to see him sigh in relief at the sight of you. He was in uniform so either he was coming back from work or heading to work.

"I thought you died." He huffed, running a hand down his face. "Why didn't you answer our texts? Are you okay?"

You shrugged, feeling a tightness in your chest at the sight of the firefighter. You appreciated that he cared enough to show up at your door, even if you didn't want anyone to see you like this.

"What do you think, Buck?" You sighed, moving out of the way to let him in. "I'm sorry."

Buck shook his head as he followed you to your living room. "Don't be. I-I don't know how you're feeling but...but I wouldn't be okay either. Look, I just wanted you to know that Cap' isn't mad. No one is. If anything, we're mad at Josie. She's actually...well, Cap' has been arguing with the Chief."

Your eyes widened at that last bit of information. "About what?"

"Well, for one, Josie abused her power. Like, yeah her dad's the Chief but that doesn't mean she's allowed to have access to what he does. Cap' wants Josie transferred...or like, fired. He doesn't think she should be allowed to work when she uses people's personal things against them." Buck explained.

"Oh." You nodded, glad that something was being done. For some reason, you didn't expect anything to be done about it. You thought that because of her being the Chief's daughter, they would all let it slide for fear of getting in trouble.

"Um..." Buck started and you gave him a look, telling him to continue. "Why didn't you uh...tell me? Like, I get it, I know why you'd want to keep it to yourself...but...did you think I'd judge you? Because if so, I just want you to know that I would never do that. I get that people have their own personal issues and you're a great firefighter, you've never shown any signs of being bad at your job and clearly your...you know...like, the autism and stuff...it-it hasn't caused any problems for you or us."

"I know Buck. I know you won't judge me. " You confirmed, watching his shoulders drop as if you had taken the weight off of them. "I just thought everyone else would...plus I didn't think it was important, ya' know? If it wasn't causing any problems then I just didn't feel the need to bring it up."

Buck nodded, softly putting a hand on your shoulder. "You should come back, Mouse. It's not the same without you. We all want you back. I want you back."

At this, you blushed and looked down, trying to hide your shy smile. Buck laughed, reaching for your hand and holding it softly in his.

You didn't know what to say so you said the only thing that you could come up with. "Shut up."

This only made Buck laugh again. "So you'll come back? Please say you will! I'll do anything! I'll uh, get you ice cream? Take you to dinner? Buy you that book you keep talking about?"

You looked up at him, eyes widening slightly. "Take me to dinner? Like...a date?"

Buck smiled, "If you'd like to..."

"I'd love to." You nodded, giggling as Buck jumped up.

"Good, now put your uniform on! Bobby said you can start now if I could convince you to come!" Buck mentioned in excitement. "I'll wait here and I'll drive us there!"

You rolled your eyes but stood up. "Fine...but only 'cause I miss everyone.

"You missed me the most though, right?" Buck questioned and you rolled your eyes before walking towards your bedroom. "Right?"

You closed your bedroom door behind you and giggled to yourself. You hated that you let Josie get to you but you know the 118 has your back and after this, you know you'll never have to doubt it again.

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but as long as you'd love me so (let it snow)

7.9k | buck/eddie | fake dating au

“You know, last Christmas,” Eddie starts, about to tell Buck about Christopher and his sky high standards for decor.

“I gave you my heart? And the very next day, you gave it away?” Buck interrupts, finger-guns pointed at Eddie and his eyebrows raised high in amusement.

Eddie pulls a face and rolls his eyes. Humor. As if he needed an extra sign that Buck was trying to deflect from whatever was on his mind. Anyone else would’ve laughed and assumed that Buck cracking a joke meant that the status quo was normal, but Eddie’s not just anyone.

And besides, if Buck just so happened to give Eddie his heart there’s not a chance in hell he would give it away. Cherish it and intertwine it forever with his own, sure. But relinquish it? He couldn’t fathom the possibility.

“Wanna share with the class what you’ve got there?” Eddie says instead. “It won’t get you out of decorating my house forever though, you know.”

happy holidays @buckleyseddie!!❣️☃️(and many many thanks to @paranoidbean for setting up this lovely holiday gift exchange!!)

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[tawaifeddiediaz]

mine (his)

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Rating: E

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 8,159 words

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His voice is rough to his own ears, scraped over his tongue, and he must’ve been staring for a little too long, because Buck’s smile falters, lips parting as realization creeps into his expression. Exhaustion flees his eyes for something alert, leaving Eddie confident that he’s not alone in this. His Adam’s apple bobs with something nervous and Eddie’s transfixed by the slow movement of it under the thin skin of his strong throat. He wonders what sound he could pull from Buck if he scraped his mouth along the movement, a hint of teeth and lips and spit. Eddie can feel himself flush with the mere thought, and he wonders what he looks like right now, refusing to give Buck the damned water bottle in favor of standing over him like this, every thought more depraved than the last.  “Eddie,” Buck whispers, voice low like he knows where Eddie’s mind is. His eyes blaze with something akin to hunger, but softer, quieter — something so private that Eddie aches with it. Something that’s just theirs, something Eddie has equal right to. It’s the thing that gives him the courage to bend down until their mouths are barely two breaths apart, Buck meeting him halfway like he has so many times before.

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Are you sure?

The team was gathered at your house. Your husband, Eddie, standing behind you, arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head. The two of you watch as Christopher, your step son, plays with Denny and Buck.

“Let’s have a baby” Eddie whispers, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You laugh a little and turn to face him. Arms draped over his shoulders, his on your waist.

“I’m serious, I’ve been thinking a lot about this“ Eddie said

This caught you off guard. You two had been married a little over a year, but together 5. You had never discussed kids. You always assumed he was content with just Christopher.

You just look at him, you don’t know what to say.

“Are you sure? I mean we never really talked about it before.” You finally say.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life” he says smiling, he leans in and kisses you.

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Give and Take

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Five alarm fire fest- Day 7 writers choice Rated E, 6.3K Buck and Eddie’s relationship develops and it’s time to try some new things. Like asking for what you want. Eddie teaches Buck he doesn't always have to give its ok to want things too. Sequel to 127 Seconds

“Beer.” Eddie's voice is firm and decisive. It is however the third time he’s said it so Buck doesn’t hold out much hope. This time though he does actually start to move. 

Eddie’s pushes down into Buck’s thighs to gain the necessary leverage to get himself up. He’s slow, and Buck chuckles at the obvious reluctance in his movements, he’s been saying he’ll go get them a beer for a while now but the problem was he lacked the appropriate motivation, being very comfortably sprawled over Buck and thoroughly enjoying having his hair played with. 

It's colder without Eddie on top of him, he’d been settled happily between Buck’s legs slumped low and lying backwards resting against his chest, for two big men Buck thinks they fit together very nicely on Eddie’s couch. The owner of the couch had been using one hand to scroll through his phone while the other had been holding onto Buck’s spare hand, playing idly with his fingers. 

It had been deliciously domestic, Buck had been quite content with the arrangement, half heartedly watching the TV over Eddie’s head while his fingers rhythmically moved through his fluffy, product free hair, it’s so much softer than Buck had even dreamed it would be. Eddie’s officially "relaxed and at home” it’s a look Buck’s very fond of, completely at ease in his most comfortable clothes, his hair a mess even before Buck's fingers had worked their way through it. It’s possibly his favourite look on Eddie, mostly because he’s pretty much the only one who gets to see him like this. 

His boyfriend, God he loves that word, even when he just says it in his head it gives him a thrill, walks around the back of the couch and his hand trails across Buck’s shoulders making him shiver, on his way back he ruffles his hair, fingernails scratching lightly against his scalp as he lowers the beer into his hand before returning to the couch. 

This time Eddie sits at the opposite end, feet dropping into Buck’s lap. Buck obliges his unspoken request and wraps a hand round one ankle and lets his thumb rub absentmindedly over this skin and the sharp jut of his ankle bone. He takes his first sip of the long awaited beer.

To say he's deliriously happy sounds dramatic but he is. He’s been with Eddie now for just over three weeks and he’s never been happier.

He’s also never been touched so much. It’s not something he’s really used to; now him touching Eddie- that’s different. He loves that and God does Eddie loves Buck’s hands on him but Buck is very aware that personally he’s much more used to giving than receiving physical affection. Not that he doesn’t like it, it's just he's not used to being touched so often and Eddie’s touches are frequent, both intensely meaningful at times and also mindlessly casual. Buck’s never had anything like it - ever. Eddie doesn’t seem to notice how much he touches but Buck does, he notices every time. Every touch Eddie shares.

It’s all very new and unusual but he thinks, he thinks he likes it. He thinks he might like it a lot. 

Buck’s also noticed Eddie doesn’t touch anyone else nearly as much, that makes another thrill run through him. He likes that fact a lot too.

So his days are full of casual touches, soft intimacy offered to him constantly. Eddie stands close, presses into him. He holds his hand and when he can’t do that he’ll find a way to brush their fingers against each as he walks past or he’ll hook his pinkie around Buck’s just for a moment as they stand next to each other. 

Ankles, shoulders, hips, always a point of contact between them; Eddie with his arms wrapped around his waist when he’s trying to do the washing up, minty kisses on his cheek when they’re brushing their teeth that slip into more distracting kisses tracing along his neck. It's new but definitely something he’s getting used to. 

Buck’s halfway through his beer when he feels the weight of Eddie’s eyes on him. 

When he looks over he’s left breathless for a moment at just how beautiful he is, at how his eyes glow, dark and molten, he knows that look now. Eddie’s grown more comfortable at exploring what he wants, what he enjoys. Buck’s blood thrums in anticipation. True enough Eddie starts the conversation with,

“I was thinking…”

His voice is low, the gravely tone makes Buck’s skin tingle and when Eddie’s teeth make a brief appearance pulling at his bottom lip in a way that’s quite captivating Buck’s interest peaks. He’s suddenly very keen to find out exactly what’s on his boyfriend's mind. 

Eddie moves, feet back on the floor, then he shuffles closer, turning to face him until his knees are pressed into his leg. Brown eyes drop to Buck’s lap for a second and then lift back up with a look so heated he has to swallow hard, his mouth suddenly dry, he’s not sure what’s coming next but he’s keen to find out.

“I’d like to try something.” Eddie’s tongue wets his lip and Buck can’t agree fast enough.

“Anything you want”  rushes from his lips, Eddie lifts an eyebrow at such unthinking compliance but Buck’s pretty sure he’d be up for anything with Eddie, whatever he wants Buck’s happy to give him.

Eddie shakes his head with half a smile and chastises him fondly, “you really ought to find out a bit more before you just agree to things you know.”

Buck just grins, broad and unrepentant.

“Sooo,” Eddie gets back on track “I was thinking, “ he stops and starts again, cups Buck’s face tenderly. Buck feels a warm glow inside at yet another of Eddie’s tender touches, the look in his eyes is just as soft as he says “baby, you’re so good at giving me what I want, what I need and you never ask for anything.”

Oh, his stomach swoops strangely. That’s not what he’d been expecting, Eddie continues “I want you to have things too, you don’t always have to give.” 

Buck feels a little embarrassed at being called out like that, he guesses it’s true but his voice is still just a touch defensive and his eyes drop avoiding Eddie’s gaze. 

“But I, I like giving you what you want, it makes me feel good” he rushes on with reassurances “and I am having a good time, you know that right?” Fingers on his chin lift his face gently, Eddie looks deeply into his eyes and Buck gets choked up at what he sees there. 

“I know baby, you’re amazing, but you can have things too.” Eddie’s voice is unbearably gentle “You deserve that. It’s ok to want that.”

Buck can feel his cheeks heating up at Eddie’s words. It’s so much easier for him to give, to take care of his partner, it always has been. He loves doing it, it's what he’s used to but maybe it might be nice sometimes to let someone take care of him. He thinks he could let Eddie do that, maybe.

“So I thought if you wanted it, I could try something?”  There’s a hint of mischief in Eddie’s voice now as he tries to lighten the mood again. “I might not be any good at it yet but I want to, I’ve been doing research, got the general idea and obviously I’ve got your excellent demonstrations to help.”

Buck lifts his eyebrows curious as to what Eddie wants to do. They’ve been taking things slow so there’s still  a range of possibilities.

Eddie looks him dead in the eye, “I wanna give you a blow job.”

Buck manages to blink twice but that’s it, his mind suddenly flooded with images created by Eddie’s casual declaration. Wow that’s… unexpected, somehow he hadn’t expected Eddie to be into that, he hadn’t asked or even thought about asking. He has imagined it though, usually in the shower.

Eddie shrugs, all casual, “I mean you seem to enjoy it. I want a turn" Eddie sounds very sure of that. 

Fuck, just the idea of Eddie’s mouth of him is almost too much to handle, his mind is fizzing, sparks light along his synapses as his brain tries to process the idea of Eddie actually doing that to him. 

He manages to stutter out a sentence. “You.. You sure? You don’t have to just 'cos I do it.” and loves doing it, definitely top three favourite things to do with Eddie so far.

“I really want to.”  Eddie's voice is low, he emphasises each word carefully, the truth of his words is obvious, his lips stay parted at the end of the sentence and there’s a flush in his cheeks.

Shit, Buck can feel himself getting hard just thinking about it. Eddie keeps talking, only making the situation in his sweatpants more intense.

“I like watching you do it, and my research has been interesting. I think I’m gonna like it.” He sounds very definite.

Buck’s mind sticks on one word, “research”. Shit, has Eddie been watching porn to get tips. Fuck, he tries not to think about it, Eddie getting turned on trying to learn how to give him a blow job. Did he touch himself while he watched? His cock swells up a little more and continues to do so as his apparently filthy mouthed boyfriend whispers something in his ear “I want to taste you, feel you fill my mouth up, you're so big, gonna feel so full.” 

A little late Buck realises Eddie’s moved, he’s sitting astride his lap now, he’d missed the change of position, mind scattered at the images rushing through it of Eddie on his knees for him, Eddie’s mouth stretched around his cock, sliding all the way down, his tongue teasing his slit, a small moan escapes his parted lips.

Eddie bites his ear and says “Wanna suck you off really bad, been thinking about it for days.”

Buck’s hips jerk, “Fuck Eddie, that’s so fucking hot, yes, yes, we can do that.”

Still buried near his neck he feels Eddie's teeth bite into the thick flesh at the base, “got a problem though…”

Buck leans back into the couch, head tipping backwards, already getting lost in the sensations Eddie’s started generating by rocking his hips into him.

He gasps out “what, what problem?“

Eddie grinds  down and Buck gasps louder, it feels so good. 

“This..” Eddie rubs against him again “wanna start when you're soft, get you hard with my tongue , lips, feel you getting bigger in my mouth.”

“Jesus, Eddie” He hisses, the words low and desperate, “bit late for that!” 

Eddie’s weight disappears and he’s left blinking confused at his sudden absence.

“Go shower, make it a cold one, no cheating.” 

Buck stares up at him for a minute then goes to do what he’s told.

Buck’s in a semi cold shower wishing his erection away with limited success when there’s a knock at the door and it opens a crack, “You ok? Can I come in?”

Buck calls out to let him know that he can.

There’s some random noises from the other side of the shower curtain then Eddie’s voice again “Mind if I join you?” 

The shower curtain moves and Eddie’s steps in. It’s not the first time they’ve showered together and he’s more than happy to have his wet, slippery boyfriend close but it's definitely not going to help with his mission to calm his raging hard on down.

Eddie slips behind him and puts his hands on Buck’s hips, hot brands in the cool water. He hooks his chin over his shoulder, avoiding the spray as much as he can then he tuts, looking down Buck’s body “not going so well is it?.

“Oh you're hilarious.” Buck angles his body into the spray hoping that will move things along. 

Eddie chuckles, “I know.” Buck would be more amused if he wasn’t so hard with no sign of his erection disappearing. Eddie's firm wet body sliding against his is so not helping matters. 

Eddie’s voice, completely calm and collected, as if they’re discussing grocery shopping, drops a bombshell into the proceedings “Anyway that’s fine because I’ve changed the plan, I wanna take my time when I’m blowing you so I think you’re going to have to come now.”

Buck’s breath freezes and his cock twitches. Fuck, Eddie’s gotta stop saying things like that. He doesn’t stop though, the words just keep on coming. Words that stir Buck’s blood.

“I’ve just here to supervise, watch you take care of yourself, get some tips.”

Shit, really he can’t cope with it, Eddie saying things so fucking hot, like it’s nothing. Eddie obviously worked out it does stuff to Buck when they talk during sex, it’s true, dirty talk gets him hot. He likes it when Eddie praises him too. 

More warm words are whispered in his ear, “You wanna touch Buck? Get off for me, show me how you like it.” He whines as the spray of water rushing over him warms up, Eddie’s changed the temperature for him. The water teases his sensitive skin, his hips twitch and Eddie hands grip him tighter, it’s a good job too, his knees feel weak.

Eddie said he could ask for things he wanted so he does “Could you, could you help?”

“Tell you what” Eddie kisses his damp shoulder “I’ll start you off but I want to see you finish, show me what you like so I can do it like that next time.”

Buck whimpers he’s going to get Eddie’s hand on him and later his mouth.

“I wanna give you what you need, Buck, take care of you.”  Eddie’s hand has already started working him, a firm wet slide that makes his eyes roll back in his head. Fuck he’s good at that, his hand is big, broad with long talented fingers, already so perfect. His moans fill the small space of Eddie's bathroom. 

“Slow or fast baby?”

He can’t articulate his thoughts, just moans as he pushes into Eddie’s grip, he’s so turned on it’s stupid.

Eddie’s hand stops; that’s not fair. 

“Words Buck”  Eddie’s voice is firm.

“Slow, please go slow” he pants out his answer and Eddie listens to what he needs, sliding his hand all the way down torturously slow then dragging it up twisting a little at the tip then repeating it again and again, until Buck’s panting, lost in the feeling. The sensations go on and on with Eddie kissing his neck, the bolt of his jaw and all the time his hand moving, that is until he feels Eddie’s other hand grabs one of his and move it. Eddie doesn’t sound quite so collected anymore, his voice has a breathy quality Buck likes listening to, “getting close aren’t you, time to show me baby, wanna watch you come.”

Eddie places their joined hands over his swollen cock and then removes his own. Buck makes a whine of protest as he loses Eddie’s fingers, but he does get more words. 

Eddie urges him on quietly. “Come on baby, touch yourself for me, I know you want to. Show me what you do when you’re all alone.” Buck groans he fucking loves Eddie talking like this, “Tell me what gets you off, what you think about when you’re fucking your fist like that?” Eddie’s words are a constant stream “You look so pretty baby.” Buck had gotten so caught up in Eddie's voice he hadn't realised he’d started pumping himself again.

“Tell me Buck”  Eddie’s voice demands it now.

“You…” the word bursts out of him and once he starts he can’t stop “you fucking me. Your, your cock in my mouth. Sometimes,” he moans and thrusts  harder into his hand, “sometimes think about my fingers in your mouth, you sucking them, then more than my fingers… “ he groans unable to continue….”god, s’good.”

“You think about me sucking your cock?”Buck gasps out his confirmation and Eddie hisses in his ear “Good. You look amazing sweetheart, so hot, always so good to me, wanna be good to you too.” Buck leans back, lets Eddie take his weight, he’s strong enough to hold him up, the thought does something to him and his hand goes faster, the other one reaches backwards and holds onto the back of Eddie’s head as he gasps and thrusts and strokes himself.

He gasps out between his desperate panting “gonna come”

Eddie sounds more in in control again and  it’s maddening, “You’ve been so good showing me.” Buck’s movements start to stutter “keep going, show me more; look at you, almost there , look so good baby. Are you gonna like my mouth even more?”

Buck sighs long and low “Fuck yes, yes!” 

Hand moving, striping his own cock with Eddie’s eyes on him, thinking about Eddie sucking him off feels amazing. The knowledge that Eddie wants to blow him, see him like this, that Eddie wants him to feel all this pleasure is overwhelming.

Buck chases his climax with Eddie’s encouragement, until it hits him; hard and all consuming he gasps, spurting over the bathroom tiles, it goes on and on until he’s finally spent, dick softening just like Eddie wanted. 

“That.” Eddie says “ was fucking perfect.”

Eddie kisses his ear and Buck shudders in anticipation as he thinks about what’s coming next. 

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@loveyourownsmiilee this is all your doing

[mellaithwen]

Tried to conceal the scars we wore buddie (6.9k) coda to 6x12 "Recovery" [on ao3] After the lightning, Buck's having trouble sleeping (at least, when he's not on Eddie's couch, that is...)

I finally finished the coda fic!! so I'm going to cheat and use that for my several sentence sunday post ;) thank you so much for the tags @homerforsure @rewritetheending @like-the-rest-of-la @littlespoonevan and @capseycartwright 💕

Buck wakes up in the middle of the night with a strangled gasp.

His heart’s racing, his ears are ringing, and his chest is heaving. His whole body feels taut—muscled coiled tight, ready to snap, his knees spasming as the remnants of his last nightmare slowly slither back into his subconscious. 

For the first time in over a week Buck hadn’t been dreaming of his dead brother, or his dead captain, or his not-so-dead ex-brother-in-law. No. Instead, he’d been falling. Falling through the pitch black darkness, with nothing to hold on to, nothing to halt his descent, and no idea if or when he might hit the ground. Air had been scarce, leaving him breathless and cold. He thinks he might have heard someone calling out to him, but he couldn’t see who—and all of that paled in comparison to the searing pain setting his body alight.

He doesn’t know how much of it might have been a garbled memory—suppressed until now—or how much of it was just an imagined horror based off of everyone else’s accounts of what they’d seen that night. 

What he does know, however, is that it’s late—and despite being surrounded by the softest blankets and pillows that he and his sister own (insistently donated by Maddie to aid his recovery) his body still aches with a bone-deep- gnaw as though he’d just finished a grueling twenty-four-hour shift at the firehouse, and headed for a long run straight after.

Consequences of his injuries maybe. The doctors had told him to take it slow; to expect muscle pain, and fatigue, headaches and hearing loss. Seizures. Nerve damage and arrhythmia.

Subconsciously, he starts kneading his fist into his chest as though if he tried hard enough he could reach in and fix whatever might have broken when he got hit...

He remembers seeing a video once of this beautiful huge sequoia tree getting struck by lightning. The booming sound of nature’s wrath had shook the forest—or at the very least, scared the shit out of the guy filming. And then out of nowhere a vicious fork of burning light had split the large trunk in two. Loud and terrifying, like a gunshot in the street on a sunny day—awful and sudden and so painfully fast. Bark, like skin, flayed from the tree’s body as its innards exploded outwards; branches flying, and little fires sparking everywhere in the brush.

(It’s no wonder then that Buck wakes up from his nightmares with a burning under his skin, when it’s a wonder that he’s even waking up at all. )

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hehe I’m writing a Buddie supernatural elements fanfic where Eddie is a wolf shifter - this is my baby and i love it

and you don’t want no help | eddierising | buck/eddie

[zashizawa]

i'll take a hit of whatever you got, (maybe two, maybe three.)

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"Why is that bad?" Karen cries back, her face equally as distraught.

"Because it's not for me," he sobs, "I want Buck to love me."

"Maybe he does!" She tries to reassure him, and then suddenly her expression drops. "I gotta— I gotta call Hen. I gotta tell her to change it."

"Change what?" Eddie asks miserably.

"The bet," she says like that explains everything, but Eddie's head is spinning so he just nods like he understands.

(Or, Eddie and Karen get drunk together.)

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Hi!

I have been looking for this Buddie fic for forever! If anyone can help I would be so grateful.

What I remember is Eddie is dating Ana.

Buck is babysitting Chris one night, and Ana pops by unexpectedly. She tries to convince Buck to leave, but he refuses since Eddie left him in charge.

She then makes some insinuations, basically inferring Buck is being a perv by being so close to Chris.

Buck then pulls away, felling ashamed (unjustly).

Does anyone know this fic??