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cowboysandpilots · 10 months

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Over the Balcony (18+)

This is a continuation of this little ficlet

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Eddie took his challenge of finding a time when the firehouse was empty very seriously. It started off as a joke, a little tease, but now he really wanted to do it.

The firehouse was rarely empty, but they were having some routine maintenance made on the alarms and the speakers, which meant that the 118 was bunking with another firehouse, and their house would be empty for at least a few days. That's when Eddie put his plan into action.

He snuck into the firehouse after he knew that all the workers had left for the night and texted Buck to meet him there. The other man was confused but showed up, of course. Holding his arms out in question. "I don't think we're supposed to be in here."

Eddie can't help but chuckle. "I wouldn't expect you to worry about that."

"Hey, old me wouldn't, but you know I'm trying to be better. I haven't stolen a fire truck in years." Buck grins.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna need you to bring back Buck 1.0 for this. Just for a little while." Eddie smirks, brushing his thumb over Buck's cheek.

"Why? What are we doing?" He snorts softly

Eddie leans forward and kisses up Buck's jaw before turning him around to face the view of the lower level. "I'm gonna fuck you over the balcony." He says lowly into Buck's ear from behind.

Buck can't help but shiver, and he's already half-hard in his pants. He never actually thought Eddie would take him up on this; it was just a joke, right? Not anymore. "Yeah, yeah." Buck breathes because he sure as hell isn't gonna say no.

While Eddie is reaching into one of his pockets for the small bottle of lube and the condom he brought, Buck is working on getting his pants about halfway down his thighs. They both knew this wasn't going to be anything but a quick fuck; it couldn't be, for risk of getting caught.

Eddie slicked up two fingers with a generous amount of lube, kissing down Buck's neck with his hand gently placed on the man's throat. He waits until Buck seems distracted by the feeling and a little more relaxed before he carefully works both of his fingers into the man's tight hole and scissors him open.

By the time Eddie has him stretched enough to take his cock, Buck is practically shaking and buckling at the knees. He lets out an obscenely loud moan as Eddie curls his fingers up and presses right against his prostate. It echos off the empty walls, and it makes them both blush, and Eddie tells him not to stop even though he removes his fingers right after.

Eddie takes his time lubing up his condom-covered cock after he's got his own pants down, listening to Buck's ragged breathing. Just thinking about the fact that he was the one to do that makes his cock twitch in his hand.

Buck turns his head back as much as he can to kiss Eddie. It's awkward, and the position puts a crick in his neck, but he could care less because Eddie uses the kiss to push the blunt head of his cock into Buck's ready opening, and it makes him moan into the kiss, only breaking when Eddie has bottomed out. His breath is still ragged, and Eddie barely gives him any time to adjust before he's pulling back out just halfway and slamming back in, making Buck moan again.

"That's it, baby, sound so good. Wanna hear you." Eddie grunts out, rocking his hips forward so hard that Buck has to brace himself on the railing of the balcony, already bent at the stomach.

It's much hotter than Buck even thought it would be when he first teased Eddie about it. His knuckles are white against the railing, and he knows his hips are going to be bruised from the way they keep slamming into the glass. He doesn't let the moans stop coming or the strangled whines of his boyfriend's name when Eddie reaches around to start stroking him.

"Fuck, oh fuck. Harder. Wanna feel this for weeks." Buck admits, and it makes Eddie chuckle breathlessly.

"I can never say no to you, cowboy." He places his free hand on Buck's upper back between his shoulder blades to push him further over the balcony and pushes his ass out and up a bit more to let Eddie thrust harder.

At this point, Buck is hoping that this railing is not real glass and just plexi glass because it's shaking with each thrust that are coming in quick succession, and he's not sure how they would explain it breaking from this. He's moaning to the ground that he can't even see while his eyes are screwed shut with equal pleasure, and the pain that being bent like this is causing him.

The tightness in his stomach seems to come way too quick, and he has to force actual words to come out of his mouth instead of just desperate whines and whimpers. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" He manages to grunt out. A warning that doesn't even make Eddie falter.

"Right there with you, baby," Eddie grunts back, and he sounds just as desperate as Buck feels when the grip on his cock tightens and speeds up.

It's just a minute before Buck is cumming, thick white ropes splattering against the glass in front of him with a loud shout of Eddie's name. The sheer force of his orgasm causes him to clench around Eddie's thick cock, and that's what ultimately does him in, tipping him over the edge and shooting his load into the condom, still buried deep inside Buck.

Every inch of him wishes that his cum was coating the inside of Buck instead of the condom, but he knew they wouldn't have time for a cleanup like that in a place like this. They stay like that for a while, though, Eddie's chest against Buck's back while they both try to catch their breath. It's only after Eddie had pulled out and disposed of the condom that Buck speaks, blissed-out smile still on his lips.

"Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. I'm definitely gonna want to do that again, and we won't get another chance."

Eddie only smirks. "Maybe not after today, but I don't think they'll be back again tonight." He says with a raised eyebrow.

Buck leans forward and kisses Eddie as an answer, pushing his tongue into the older man's mouth.

Yeah, they had all night.

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daisy-billy · 11 days

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about what my hands and my body done: a buddie fic

summary:

Buck and Eddie have a moment at Maddie and Chimney's wedding, crossing an uncrossable line. But then Eddie decides that he'll only hurt Buck, and he tells him they should pretend it never happened. With it, he creates a catalyst of events no one at the 118 could ever predict. Heartbreak and shenanigans and so, so much more. And just maybe...Buck and Eddie might find their way back to one another, and better yet, a way to stay together.

(CHAPTER ONE) (PLAYLIST)

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jeysbvck · 1 year

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tell me you love me ('cause that's all that i need to hear)

a/n: thank u to my bestie @vigilvntes for reading and being my hype person and coming up with the perfect title for this little thing i wrote! comabuck has been embedded in my brain since last year thanks to the lovely genius @loveyourownsmiilee first spoke about the theory, and after 6x10 i reworked the wip a little and came up with this! hope you all like it, and please reblog!!

warnings: minor spoilers for 6x10, angst, fluff, coma buck. if im missing any just let me know!

word count: 2.6k

summary: "You're in love with Buck." Maddie said like it was a factual statement. The sky is blue, the grass is green and Eddie is in love with Buck. "You didn't know?" She asked.

"No, I, um, I knew." Eddie confessed, and a weight fell off his shoulders as he did. "I just…"

"Didn't know anyone else knew." Maddie finished, and Eddie chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he nodded. "Yeah, exactly." "Well, I'm pretty sure the only person that doesn't know, is Buck."

The sounds from the television mounted on the pale blue walls and the high-pitched rhythmic beeping from the monitor Buck was hooked up to were no match for how loud Eddie's thoughts were. He couldn't stop playing what happened in his mind, like he was watching a horror movie on a movie screen. He went over every moment, from Buck going up the ladder instead of Chim, of Eddie himself hooking Buck's rope. He'd lost count of how many times he'd done it, it was almost second nature at this point, but had he made a mistake this time?

Eddie knew he'd never forget the sight of Buck's lifeless body hanging from the rope, or the way his stomach dropped, his chest tightened as he realised what had happened. He saw it when he closed his eyes, he could see it now, and each time it made him want to throw up. Sure, Buck had been hurt before, and it scared Eddie, but not like this, and he'd never been out for this long, he'd never been quiet for this long. Eddie longed to hear the sound of Buck's voice; to hear one of the random facts Buck had learned, or for Buck to ask him a question about a receipe. Even if he could just hear his laugh that filled Eddie with warmth and comfort, like it was his favourite song.

The conversation with Chris about Buck was almost as hard as the conversation about Shannon. Eddie didn't know what to tell him, he didn't have the answers to the questions Chris was asking. He couldn't promise that Buck would be okay, he couldn't tell him if or when Buck would wake up. After Eddie and his son cried and hugged, they had a movie night, with ice cream for dinner, but Eddie couldn't focus. All he could think about was when he was shot and was it all as hard for Buck as it was for Eddie now? Did Buck feel like this; did the thought of losing his partner shatter his heart into little shards that were stabbing his chest? Did Buck feel like his world was ending, just as Eddie did?

Eddie knew he had an advantage over Buck in their parallel situations. Eddie knew how much he and Chris needed Buck, it's why Eddie put him in his will. Something they hadn't spoken about, even since the shooting. Buck didn't understand how much they needed him, and Eddie was sure he still didn't truly understand, even after everything. Eddie needed Buck to fight to come home, to come back, and that's why he allowed Chris to visit Buck.

It broke Eddie's heart, seeing Chris' heart break as he stared at Buck. "He looks like he's sleeping." Chris whispered. Eddie choked on his words, but thankfully Hen stepped in, and placed a hand on Chris' shoulder. "He is sleeping," Hen replied gently, the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. "He just needs a lot of it to get better, and the machine helps him." Chris just nodded, then slowly made his way to Buck, sliding his small hand into Bucks large, soft ones. He started talking quietly, and Eddie could only make out certain words, but the one phrase he did catch made him leave the room before he could break down. "I know you'll wake up, Buck, because you promised you weren't going anywhere."

Eddie, Maddie, and the rest of the 118 all took shifts in sitting with Buck. When it was Eddie's turn, sometimes he brought Chris, who liked to read to Buck while Eddie spent the whole time choking on the permanent lump in his throat. When Eddie visited alone, he had to fight the urge to hold Buck's hand, he had to fight the wave of emotion that threatened to drown him. Instead, he told himself Buck could hear him, and he spoke about work, passed on Carla's messages, told him when to expect Chris; he talked about everything, except his own feelings.

That was, until, Buck crashed. Eddie and Bobby were watching through the window, while Hen was in the room. Then, the machine started beeping wildly, and Hen jumped off the chair as she screamed for someone to help. Bobby had to hold Eddie back as he tried to burst into the room, and now Eddie was hiding outside, begging himself not to have a panic attack, begging the universe not to take Buck away from him.

Maddie was the one who found him, and they sat silently on the bench. "He's back." Maddie said, after a while. "He's not awake, but they got him back."

Eddie let out a breath of relief, one he didn't realise he was holding onto, and Maddie put her hand on his arm. "You should tell him."

Eddie looked at her, confused. "Tell who what?" He asked, and Maddie chuckled. "Buck. You love him."

"I-uh-I-what?" Eddie stumbled, words failing him. Of all the things he thought Maddie was going to say when she sat down, this was not on the list of possibilities.

"You're in love with Buck." Maddie said, like it was a factual statement. The sky is blue, the grass is green and Eddie is in love with Buck. "You didn't know?" She asked.

"No, I, um, I knew." Eddie confessed, and a weight fell off his shoulders as he did. "I just…"

"Didn't know anyone else knew." Maddie finished, and Eddie chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he nodded. "Yeah, exactly."

"Well, I'm pretty sure the only person that doesn't know, is Buck." Maddie replied.

"Yeah, maybe he never will." Eddie whispered. Maddie snatched Eddie's hand and gave it a squeeze, making Eddie look at her.

"Buck is going to be okay. He's going to come back to us, to you." She said, her resolve and confidence in her younger brother was enough to let Eddie hope too. "Tell him, now. It'll make you feel better, and it might be enough."

"Enough to what?"

"Bring him back."

So here was Eddie, about to confess to his partner, his best friend, the person he'd put in charge of his life, his world, that he was in love with him, with absolutely no idea if he could hear him. He took Bucks hand, which was surprisingly warm, and sighed. Even here, Buck was stunning, and Maddies words echoed round his brain. It might be enough to bring him back. Eddie was willing to try anything to make Buck open his eyes, and if this worked, if Buck opened his eyes and laughed at Eddie's confession of love, it would be worth it, just to look into Buck's breathtaking blue eyes.

"Hey Buck, it's me, again." Eddie began, rolling his eyes as the heat of embarrassment crept into his cheeks. "Shit, this is embarrassing. I need to tell you something, and it can't wait anymore." Eddie sighed, his eyes fixed on Bucks face, waiting for any sign that Buck was waking up, or even just that he could hear him, but nothing. "Buck, I need you to wake up. I don't know how to do any of this without you. You just- you're such an important part of my life, of Christopher's life, we need you, more than you know."

"I can't function without you, Buck, nothing feels right. Being at work, without you there, it's wrong. Sure, we've worked without each other before, but this is different, because right now, you're not coming back. And I need to you're coming back. Movie nights without you don't feel the same, I miss you talking over the film, I miss you making us pause it because you have a crazy fact. Christopher won't even look at the zoo when we drive past it. He's been writing everything down in a little notebook, everything that he's been doing, so he can tell you when you're awake."

"Jee misses her uncle Buck too, she keeps asking for you, and Chim doesn't know what to tell her. She knows somethings wrong, kids always do, but she doesn't understand. We all need you, Buck, we love you. I- I love you, Buck."

Eddie wiped the tears streaming down his face, and his eyes darted up to the window, grateful that nobody was watching this unfold. Had Maddie told everyone about the conversation? Were they giving Eddie privacy because they knew he was confessing his feelings? He hated that this is how he had to do this. He hated that the first time he was truly expressing his feelings for Buck, was while Buck was seriously hurt. A part of him hoped it didn't work, that Buck didn't hear him, then Eddie could tell him after his recovery. He had recognised his feelings long ago, and he didn't want Buck to think this was just because he was hurt.

"Buck, I've been in love with you for years. I- I didn't know until therapy, but Frank- well, he made me see. I'm not sure when I fell in love with you, maybe it just happened one day. You just- you make me feel safe, Buck, there's nothing that feels more like home than being with you and Christopher. I handed you most of my heart when I made you Chris' guardian, and now I'm giving you the rest of it."

Eddie's heart slammed loudly against his ribcage, and he was certain that if anyone walked in now -or if Buck woke up- they'd be able to hear it too. He couldn't bear to look at Buck anymore, so he leant forward, dropping his head down as he brought Buck's knuckles to his lips. Then, he lowered Buck's hand back on the bed, but he didn't let go, even when Bobby finally came into the room.

"You alright?" Bobby asked and Eddie nodded. "Athena is on the way, she's bringing coffee, I think everyone's had enough of the stuff they serve in the cafeteria."

Eddie chuckled, then sighed. "I'll get out of your way in a moment, Cap, I just-" Eddie stopped, his eyes wide as he stared at Buck. Was he imagining things, or did Buck just squeeze his hand?

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, and Eddie shook his head. "Nothing, I just thought I felt-"

He felt it again, this time it was stronger and he looked up at his Captain. "Bobby, I think he's waking up!"

Bobby took two strides towards the bed and took Buck's other hand. "Buck? Can you hear me?"

Eddie's blood turned to ice in his veins as he flashed back to when he asked Buck that same question, before he realised he was unconscious in the air. Everything came rushing back, the tight chest, the guilt and anger that bubbled up when he tried and failed to pull Buck towards him. But when Eddie heard Bobby open the door and shout for help, Eddie was brought back to reality. His eyes found Buck, whose eyes were open slightly, as he adjusted to the light.

Eddie felt relief consume him, and he tried as hard as he could to blink the tears away as the nurses removed the tube from Buck's throat and helped him sit up. He watched silently as Bobby helped Buck take a drink of water.

"How you feeling, kid?" Bobby asked, and Buck's slight chuckle turned into a cough. "Like I've been hit by lightning."

Eddie rolled his eyes but his heart swelled. Buck's voice was gravelly, and he no doubt had a sore throat from the intubation tube, but he still sounded like himself. Eddie didn't even know what to say, he just stared at Buck, like he couldn't believe he was real. Like Eddie was going to wake up any moment, and Buck was going to be lifeless again.

"I guess I won't be working for a while, huh Bobby?" Buck said, and Bobby laughed.

"You've been awake for two minutes and you're already worrying about coming back to work." Bobby sighed, and Buck smiled, bashfully. "Just focus on getting better first, okay?"

"Okay." Buck agreed, then he looked at Eddie for the first time, and his eyes softened, like he was seeing his favourite painting for the first time. "Hey, Eddie."

"Hey, Buck." Eddie breathed. Hearing his name come out of his mouth, for the first time in almost two weeks, was almost enough to make Eddie burst into tears, but luckily he held it together.

"Hey Cap?" Buck said, his eyes fixed on Eddie, a playful smirk on his face, and Eddie knitted his eyebrows together, watching Buck suspiciously. "Did you know Eddie loves me?"

Eddie choked on air as Buck grinned smugly. Eddie was shook, not only by what had just happened, but by the mere fact that Buck had actually heard him.

"I'll go let everyone know you're awake." Bobby said, the chair scraping across the floor as he stood up, and before he left the room, he turned to Buck. "And yes, I did know."

Buck laughed loudly as Eddie groaned. "You're such an ass." Eddie said, and Buck grinned.

"Yeah, but you love me." Buck replied, and Eddie rolled his eyes. "Come 'ere." He said, beckoning Eddie towards him with a curl of his finger.

Eddie got up from the chair and sat next to Buck on the bed, the shitty hospital mattress dipping as he did. Buck too a deep breath, and then smiled. "I love you, Eddie."

"You...you do?"

Buck nodded and held his hand out flat, palm facing up. Eddie took it without hesitation, and Buck wrapped his fingers round Eddie's tight, just as he had done to Buck's earlier. "I'm in love with you."

Eddie's free hand instinctively caressed Buck's cheek, Buck's long eyelashes fluttering as he closed his eyes at the gentle, intimate touch. Eddie leaned in slowly, stopping just inches away from Buck's full lips. "You know, this isn't because you're-"

Buck closed the small gap between the two men, their lips moulding together as they fell into the kiss. Eddie had never had a kiss like this, it took all the oxygen from his lungs, the volcano inside him erupting as the world around them faded away. This is what a first kiss is supposed to feel like.

"I know it isn't." Buck mumbled against Eddie's lips. "We should've done that a long time ago."

"We're idiots." Eddie said with a laugh, and Buck beamed. "We've got plenty of time to make up for it, though." He replied, pressing his lips to Buck's again, just in time for the rest of the 118 to burst through the door.

Bobby, Athena, Maddie, Chim, Hen and Ravi all stood crowded at the door, staring at the two men on the hospital bed. Then, Hen grinned and shouted, "Time to pay up!" as Chim and Ravi groaned and muttered complaints under their breaths.

"You guys knew?!" Buck asked, and Chimney laughed.

"Neither one of you was very subtle about it, cowboy."

"I'm never going to live that down." Eddie grumbled, and Buck laughed as he kissed his cheek.

"Just be glad those weren't your last words to me." Buck teased and Eddie groaned again. "Is it too late to retract my declaration of love?" He asked.

"Yes it is." Buck giggled, then his voice dropped so only Eddie could hear him. "Maybe I still have my cowboy hat somewhere, from when I worked on the ranch. Would that make up for my mocking?"

Eddie raised his eyebrow at Buck, who was smirking shyly at his adorable attempt to flirt. "Hmm, It's a start." Eddie replied, before kissing Buck again, forgetting -or not caring- that everyone else was still in the room. "I'm gonna hold you to that, Buckley."

"Oh I'm counting on it, Diaz."

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demisexual-eddie-diaz · 1 year

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Marry Me: Buck x Eddie

A 9-1-1 au were what should’ve happened in 6/11 does happen.

2.2k words

Also, this is my first fic so please be nice. I’m sorry if it sucks.

Buck wakes up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of Christopher’s laugh.

He recognizes immediately that he’s in Eddie’s bedroom.

Why?

He doesn’t know.

He gets up and walks into Eddie’s bathroom. Buck grabs the toothbrush he’d brought there a few years prior and then splashes water on his face.

What. Is. Happening.

He’s startled by an “Evannnn” from Eddie and walks into the kitchen.

“Ah, there you are. Sleepy from..” he turns around to see if Christopher is occupied enough by his game to hear. “…last night?” He finishes.

“Uh, yeah. I guess.” Eddie gives him a confused look but Buck just sits across from him.

“So” Buck starts, “what’s going on?”

“I’m making breakfast? Pancakes.” Eddie replies.

“I mean, I see that. But why wasn’t I on the couch?”

“Babe, what are you talking about? You haven’t slept on that couch in the last two years. That’s kinda how marriage works.”

Marriage? Buck knows he hit his head or something, but he would remember if he married the love-

his best friend. He’d remember if he married his best friend.

“Hey, are you okay?” Eddie asks, walking over to Buck. He places a hand on the small of Buck’s back and another on the side of his face.

“What’s going on? Bad dream? If so we can call out of work today. Chris has school, so it’ll be quiet.”

He doesn’t know when, maybe when Eddie said they were married, or when he walked over and placed his hand on his back, but he does know that he’s crying.

“Hey, hey. Evan. Baby, look at me?”

He tries his best to look up at Eddie but because of his tears it’s a little blurry.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Buck says repeatedly. Eddie just cradles his head into his shoulder and now all Buck can smell is the shampoo that Eddie uses.

“Don’t apologize. I’ll stay here with you for a bit, but I’ll go call Hen and ask her to take Chris to school. She’ll tell Cap what’s going on. Okay?” Buck nods and Eddie pulls him into a tighter hug for a few minutes more.

He doesn’t even hear Eddie talking to Hen, but is brought back to reality when the door slams shut.

“Okay, so, do you need to talk about it, cuddle, or a distraction? We can watch the Disney film you keep talking about, or go to the park?”

Buck doesn’t reply verbally but just holds his arms out towards Eddie. Eddie understands enough and pulls Buck into a rib crushing hug. He guides Buck back to the bedroom, lays him on the right side, and gets in on the left. He pushes his face into Buck’s neck and kisses it softly.

“Evan, you know I love you so damn much. Just know that I’ll always be here for you.”

Echos through Buck's mind. What the hell is happening.

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“I wish I could, god I wish I could tell you how much I love you. I should’ve told you before- before this..” Eddie says, his voice breaking. He takes Buck’s hand in his own and lifts it towards his mouth. He kisses each of Buck’s knuckles and says “Evan, you know I love you so damn much. Just know that I’ll always be here for you.” He lays Bucks hand back down, and leans over to rest his forehead on the bed. He never let go of Buck's hand though. He hears the door open, but still doesn’t move.

“Eddie? You okay?” It was Hen. He lifts his head up and looks at her.

“Oh, no. Eddie, can I sit next to you?” He nods and she pulls a chair closer. She gives him a half hug but he still never lets go of Buck’s hand. He looks back down at Buck and rubs his thumb over Buck’s knuckles.

“I..” Eddie starts “I should have told him, Hen. I should’ve told him how…I should’ve told him everything, Hen. And now I’ll never get to. I’ll never get to..” He’s sobbing now, even though he doesn’t know when he ever started crying.

“Hey, Eddie, look at me?”

And he does.

“Buck will get through this. He always does. He’s Buck, you know?” Eddie just nods his head in agreement but he doesn’t truly feel that way. Yes, he is Buck. But he’s also human and he got struck by lightning. Struck. By. Lightning. People don’t just live through that. They don’t.

“You should go home. Get some sleep, maybe eat something other than hospital food and energy bars?” Hen says, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t want him to..I don’t want anything to happen while I’m not here.”

“They’re taking the vent out tomorrow, not right now. You’ll have plenty of time to rest. Or at least go shower and eat. I can ask the nurse if you could sleep on a cot in here?”

He nods his head, bringing his hand to Buck’s curls one more time. He doesn’t get up from the chair until Hen confirms that he can sleep on the cot. The nurse gives him a pity smile and he gives her a weak one back. He goes to grab his keys but Hen stops him.

“I’m driving, okay?”

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Buck’s woken up by Eddie a few hours later. He opens his eyes and finds Eddie’s face close to his, and his hand in his hair. Eddie’s kneeling on the floor, halfway undressed.

“Why don’t we take a quick shower and go get some lunch? You kinda kept me from eating.” Buck mumbles another sorry but Eddie shakes his head and says it was a joke.

Shower. He’s in the shower with Eddie. He’s washing his hair with so much care, and is looking at him like he’s his whole world. Well, I guess he always does but this time is different. Because Buck knows Eddie feels the same way he does.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Evan” Eddie replies, pressing a soft kiss onto Buck’s mouth. Buck puts one hand on the back of Eddie’s head and the other on his waist. Eddie hums into the kiss as Buck deepens it, slightly.

“Baby, if you just wanted to kiss me again, all you had to do was ask.” Eddie jokes. But for Buck it wasn’t a joke. For Buck there was no again. This was the first time his lips have ever been on Eddie’s. He knows he should stop. That this Eddie told him they would get lunch. He knew it was a different Eddie. It had to be. And he figured it was some kind of dream? He remembered the accident some time last night.

When they finally get dressed, Eddie slips his and Buck’s wedding rings on. It’s silver and has ‘E & E’ carved into them both. Eddie and Evan. Or Evan and Eddie. He doesn’t know. It’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He doesn’t know how long he’s been looking at it when Eddie asks him if he’s okay. Buck nods and walks out of the bathroom, towards Eddie. He catches Eddie’s face in the mirror as they walk by. It looks like he’s crying, but when he looks up at this Eddie, he’s perfectly fine. What. Is. Happening.

After lunch they pick Chris up early and go to the zoo. After the best day in Buck’s life, he wakes up with a sound telling him to go to the hospital. It feels as though Eddie is pulling his hand towards him, but not in the direction this Eddie is. He gets up and walks to the truck, grabbing Eddie’s keys on the way. Just before he makes it in the car, this Eddie grabs his waist.

“Wait, Buck. Don’t go. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Stay. Please. Don’t leave me. Stay.” At this point they’re both sobbing and Buck doesn’t know what to do. On one hand he could stay, live with this Eddie forever. His husband. On the other, he could go back to his life. His life.

“You’ve known all along, haven’t you?”

“Evan, baby, of course I have. I’m your dream. You made me. You made this world. Just stay in it. There’s no pain here. Soon enough you’ll forget you’re even in a dream.”

“No” Buck says, shoving Eddie’s hands from his waist. “No. I have to go.”

He gets into the car and looks back at this Eddie one more time. The Eddie that’s his husband. The Eddie that loves him.

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Eddie walks back into the hospital and finds the cot already set up in Buck’s room. A nurse asks him if he’ll need more blankets, but he just shakes his head and thanks them. He’s never slept this close to Buck before, but doesn’t know if he’ll truly be able to sleep. He walks over to the other side of the bed and sits on Buck’s. He puts his hand on top of his, and once again rubs his thumb over Buck’s knuckles. He sniffs his nose, already crying, and turns to face Buck.

“You know, Evan, you really have to wake up for me. I do not know what I’d do without you. You and Chris are my everything. You’re the only person who’s ever mattered to me this way. Not past girlfriends I dated trying to ignore my feelings for you. Hell, not even Shanon felt this way. Only you. Only you, Evan. Why the hell did you do this to me, huh? Why? I know it’s selfish but dammit it do I wish it was Chimney. It would’ve been Maddie comforting her kid and crying by the bed. At least Jee wouldn’t understand. You know what Christopher said? He asked who was going to take care of him if his ‘second dad’ dies and I did too. He hid the damn baseball bat afraid that you wouldn’t be there to stop me if I did what I did last time. He’s scared, Buck. But I’m terrified. I can’t even shower. All I see is the rain pouring down on me and you hanging off of the latter. I need you to wake up. Can you do that for me? Please wake up for me. Please.” He gets up and walks over to the cot, placing a kiss to Buck’s other hand before laying down. He says his final I love you, and tries to sleep.

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Buck runs as fast as he can to the ICU. That’s got to be where they put him. He hears everything Eddie says and pounds on the glass, saying that he’s trying his best. He’s trying to get back to Eddie. Knowing how Eddie feels changes everything. He’s got to get back to him.

He tries all night but can’t break the glass. He sees Maddie and his parents walk into the room with a nurse.

“What is he doing here? You wouldn’t let us stay?” His mom asks. God, Mom, don’t say that to Eddie.

“I’ll go, I’m sorry”

“No, he’d want you to be here, Eddie.” Thank you Maddie. Thank you.

“Okay, so we’re going to take the vent out now. We’ll wait for him to take a breath on his own. We will only have a minute to be sure.” That’s all I have? I have to get in there. I have to get in there.

“Dad” Buck turns and sees Christopher. It’s got to be other world Chris.

“Pound on the door and break it open, like you did when Dad was hurt.” Right. Why didn’t he think of that before? He pulls Chris into a hug and thanks him, and then he runs to the door. Thirty seconds left. He doesn’t have much time. Twenty. Ten. Five.

He can finally breathe again. He’s breathing. On his own. He’s breathing. The first thing he does is open his eyes. He turns his head and sees Maddie and his parents. They say their ‘you’re back’s but Buck doesn’t pay that much attention to them. He turns his head towards Eddie, on the other side, and he’s crying.

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He’s breathing. On his own. He’s breathing. He opens his eyes and looks at his family first. Of course he does. They’re his family. But he ignores their comments, doesn’t even say hi. He turns his head towards me and gives me a half smile.

He squeezes my hand, that I didn’t even realize I was holding.

“Eds.” God I missed his voice.

“Evan.” He says, trying to hold back a sob.

“Tell me if I’m being too forward.”

What the hell is he about to say?

“Mhm” he says, not really being able to talk right now. Buck’s rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

“I love you..” He loves me? He loves me. Oh my god, he loves me. Before Eddie can even reply, Buck finishes what he was saying.

“And I know that you feel the same way. I’ve talked to Christopher about this before, so don’t think it’s some crazy coma mind thing.”

What?

“Okay, okay I won’t.” Eddie says sitting in the chair closest to Buck’s bed, and laying his other hand on Buck’s arm.

“Marry me.” The air in Eddie’s lungs spilled out all at once. He’s sure Buck’s parents had made some sound, but he didn’t hear it.

Marry me. Not a question, a statement.

“Really?” Eddie says, not even holding his tears back anymore.

“Really. I can’t give the big speech I planned, so I hope that..”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, Evan. Yes.”

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rqgnarok · 1 year

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you can ebb and i can flow (grow as we go) / buck & eddie

So Eddie got it wrong. He thought this thing building between them was something it wasn’t. He was sure of it– until pretty, understanding Natalia came into the picture and suddenly Buck was out of alignment again, a glint in his eye and voice tender when he told Eddie all about how she was different.

But it’s fine. It’s fine! He’s trying to be supportive, alright? Buck came back from the dead and hasn’t found his footing yet, so Eddie’s taken matters into his own hands and taken a bit of creative liberty with it.

A double date with his best friend and his expert-in-death girlfriend, and the girl he swore he’d never have a second date with. As far as Eddie’s concerned, this is the best idea he’s had in a while.

or: buddie goes on a double date with other people, eddie pines like it's his job, and they talk things out. FINALLY. god.

word count: 14,523

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snarkythewoecrow · 1 year

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a sneak peek at my shifter au buddie fic with feral eddie and injured buck, both are alphas and pining and idiots

And for a second or two, Buck thought he’d just been assessing the injuries, but then Eddie leaned close to them and sniffed just as his tongue darted out.

Which was the moment that Buck jerked back as the realization hit that Eddie intended to lick his wounds clean—what the fuck?

But trying to pull his hands away only made the pain flare, causing him to cry out, which unsettled Eddie more, making him whine and whimper.

So gritting his teeth, Buck hissed as he breathed, trying to overcome the pain and stress, no longer feeling very sexy at all. He wanted his old Eddie back now—Wolf Eddie was more gross than fun.

Eddie retook his wrists, nuzzling his arms and hands.

And despite the pain, Buck huffed dryly—because he had to find the humor somewhere, or he might cry. “Hey, hey, I’m okay—you didn’t hurt me, all right? I’m fine.”

That got him an incredulous look from Eddie, almost made comical by the red eyes, and even though he didn’t use actual words, his body language said plenty, as his intent was evident. Because he exhaled sharply through his nose, then leaned in, seeming ready to try licking his cuts again.

Buck didn’t try to pull away again, having learned his lesson, but he did try to reason with him, saying a bit frantically as Eddie got closer, “No, no, oh fuck, come on dude, no—that’s just gross, man."

Eddie paused, glancing at him, looking affronted before his upper lip twitched as he growled lowly in warning, which reminded Buck of the situation, and that, fuck his life, he was going to have to let Eddie do this—if only to work through his instincts.

So sighing, he relented, ducking his head and baring his neck in a sign of submission. “Yeah, yeah, you win. Just do your thing, you big puppy."

#buddie 911 #buddie #buddie fic #911 fox #911 fic #911 on fox #911 show #snippets #buck x eddie #buck x eddie fic #snark writes #writing updates #im not writing super fast at the moment #so it could be days to a week or more before this is done #but i'll keep posting bits here and there #oh and there will be smut in this #because im a self indulgent bastard and want all the things

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buddieobsessed · 3 months

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Looking for a fic

The fic I’m looking for was published on AO3. It was a Buddie prison au. Buck and Taylor are a couple but for some minor reason Buck is sentenced to a few months in prison. Eddie is already in prison and Buck is his new cellmate. Because Buck is so pretty Eddie offers to protect him but they’ll have to pretend they are sleeping with each other. At first Buck doesn’t like it but he starts to enjoy Eddie touching him and eventually they have sex. From what I remember there was a time skip after that. Buck meets Eddie again outside of prison and they get together.

If anyone can help and knows the title and author or even has the link I’d be very happy!

#Buddie fic search #Buddie fanfic search #fanfic search #fic search #buck x eddie #buck x eddie fic #911 fanfic search

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piratefairy-moonlight · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz & Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley & Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley, Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Original Male Character(s), Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Bobby Nash Additional Tags: Coming Out, Gay Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Getting Together, Fluff, Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Domestic Fluff, Speculation for 9-1-1 (TV) Season 6B, POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), First Kiss, no beta we die like Eddie's heterosexuality the moment he stepped into that firehouse, Comforting Evan "Buck" Buckley Summary:

Eddie starts dating again after coming out as gay, trying to get over the feelings he has for Buck.

#buddie fic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #911 fox #911 fic #fanfic #own writing #own post #slash fic #911 buddie #buck x eddie fic #fanfiction #ray.writes #911 season 6b #fluff #getting together

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mishastits · 2 years

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Hey - you had a fic that was in my to-read list I think, and you deleted it - ‘Anything Past The Horizon’? Do you still have a copy I can read? :(

i do yeah. it’s in my google docs. i pretty much rewrote it and posted it to ao3 with a role reversal but i can post the original here for ya. it’ll be under the cut, enjoy!

anything past the horizon | explicit | 5.1k

It’s so much easier to fall into it than Buck ever thought it would be.

Eddie’s in the kitchen grabbing himself a glass of water. The TV is on, but Buck’s not listening to it. His ears have tuned into the soft sounds of Eddie’s bare feet across tile, the way the glasses clink together in the cabinet when Eddie displaces one of them. He listens to Eddie walk over to the fridge and put ice in his glass, and he listens as he fills it. He’s got a smile on his face the whole time, but it doesn’t really register until Eddie’s back in the living room, smiling back at him.

“Missed you,” Buck says, and he doesn’t know why he says it. Just because it’s true, he guesses. He always misses Eddie.

Eddie sips at his water and he never stops smiling. Buck reaches out to take it from him, and he takes a drink of it himself. “I was only gone for maybe two minutes,” Eddie teases, and Buck puts the glass of water down on the table. He reaches out for Eddie, still unsure of why — it just feels natural.

His fingers find themselves wrapped around Eddie’s wrist, and they’re both still smiling as Buck pulls him closer.

Eddie almost falls straight on top of him, and it’s a little awkward, but neither of them mind too much. Eddie catches himself with a knee on the outside of Buck’s thigh, his hands on the back of the couch. Eddie’s breath is tickling Buck’s hair a little, and Buck rests his hands at Eddie’s waist, amazed to find him chuckling.

He’s real and alive and his muscles and bones are shifting and it’s happening right here under Buck’s hands, right here in front of his eyes.

Eddie readjusts himself so that his other knee is on the outside of Buck’s other thigh, and his hands are clasped behind Buck’s neck. He sits back a little, his ass planted against the tops of Buck’s legs, and he looks somewhere between amused and bewildered.

Buck has no idea what his own face is doing, but he knows that his cheeks ache, so it at least involves a smile. A big one, at that. He lets his hands wander a little, from Eddie’s waist to his hips, from his hips to the top of his thighs, and then back up again. He fits his fingers in the spaces between Eddie’s ribs, he feels them shift every time Eddie takes a breath, and he’s staring up into amber-golden eyes. The sun is shining in on them through the cracks in the blinds, and Eddie’s eyes look so beautiful like this, lit up by the sun, almost — almost glowing.

There aren’t words. If there are any, Buck can’t find them right now, so he doesn’t even try. He doesn’t think he needs to, anyway — this has always been inevitable for them. A matter of when, never if.

Eddie’s face is closer, now. Buck’s not sure when it happened, but he slides his hands inside of Eddie’s shirt, wraps his arms around Eddie’s middle to pull him closer. They’re chest-to-chest now, and Buck’s pretty sure he’s still beaming like an idiot. “You sure?” Eddie asks, his forehead pressed to Buck’s, his nose nudging at Buck’s cheek.

There’s nothing Buck can do but nod. Of course he’s sure. He’s always been sure. There’s no sense in fighting it anymore or pretending nothing’s happening. It’s been happening for years now.

Buck feels more than he sees Eddie smile, and then Eddie angles his head a little differently and that’s it. They’re kissing, just like that.

There’s no real heat behind it at all. It’s still the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to Buck. The pads of his fingers press into the small of Eddie’s back as he tilts his face up for a better angle, baring his neck and pulling Eddie impossibly closer.

When Buck allowed himself to picture his inevitable first kiss with Eddie, it had never been like this. He always imagined sparks flying, lightbulbs bursting, fireworks. Every cliche in the book, he’s imagined it.

It’s not like that at all. It feels like he’s kissed Eddie every day of the last decade, but never gotten tired of it. It feels like this is where he’s meant to be, where he was always going to wind up. He’s happier than he can ever remember being, just because everything finally feels right in the world. The only missing piece of the puzzle has been found, and they’re working together to slide it into place.

Buck can feel the sun on the back of his neck, swimming in through the windows and dancing across his skin. The hairs on the back of his neck are standing up where Eddie’s fingertips rest, drawing indistinguishable patterns as he smiles and breathes into the kiss.

There’s an ache between Buck’s thighs that he’s more than aware of, but it feels more like an afterthought. It’s his body’s natural response to being this close to Eddie. They’ve been close, sure, but never like this. Never with Eddie’s hands cupping the sides of Buck’s neck, guiding Buck through the kiss by applying pressure to either side of his neck, depending on where he needs Buck to move.

Buck’s hard, and if the way Eddie’s hips are twitching forward every few seconds is any indication, he is, too. He lets his hands wander again, lets them come to rest at the waist of Eddie’s jeans, dipping his fingers below it, teasing. He rolls his own hips upward in time with Eddie’s rocking, and it’s not long before they’ve found a rhythm.

The first sound that Buck hears out of Eddie makes him feel like somebody’s just lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. It’s just a low sound of relief, really. It’s the same noise that Eddie makes when he sinks down into the couch after a long shift at the station, but in a wholly different context, and it lights Buck up. He’s been swallowing down his own noises, maybe scared in some way that he’d scare Eddie off with them, but — he finally lets go.

Buck relaxes a little more into the couch and sighs into Eddie’s mouth while his hands find their way to the front of Eddie’s jeans. He starts working at the button, no idea what he’ll do once he gets it undone, but it — it just feels like the thing to do. It’s what he wants.

Except, Eddie breaks the kiss then, and for the first time since all of this began, Buck gets to see how wrecked he looks by this. He can only imagine the way his own face looks as he stares up at Eddie, his hand frozen at the button on Eddie’s jeans. Eddie just stares at him for a minute, blinks a few times, rakes his eyes over Buck’s still-clothed form like he’s imagining what’s underneath.

Not that Eddie would have to do a lot of imagining, honestly — they’ve showered at the station together countless times.

Eddie stands up out of Buck’s lap and wordlessly offers him a hand. Buck takes it — of course he does. He’d follow anywhere Eddie decided to lead him.

Thankfully, it just seems to be down the hall to his bedroom.

Once inside, Buck realizes he’s never really been in here before. Once or twice, sure, of course. But this isn’t where they hang out. He’s only ever in here to grab something for Eddie, or maybe an extra blanket for himself when he stays over and crashes on the couch. But now he’s here, and he’s standing in front of Eddie, and neither of them are saying anything but it’s okay. It’s not an uncomfortable silence. It never is, not with them.

Eddie closes the door behind them and and turns back to Buck, and he only drops his hand to lift up the bottom hem of his t-shirt. “Okay?” Eddie asks, and he waits for Buck to nod again, surely looking dazed, before he slides his hands up Buck’s sides to pull his shirt off.

Buck lifts his arms in order to help him out, and he lets out a laugh when Eddie’s fingers brush against his armpits.

“Sorry,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing a little, too. “Forgot how ticklish you are.”

Buck’s pretty sure they both know that’s not true. Buck doesn’t think Eddie’s ever forgotten a single thing that he’s learned about him. Buck can’t help but pull him into another kiss, and this time, Eddie’s hands land on his chest. One of them rests directly over his heart, the other a little further up, curling around the place where his chest meets his shoulder.

Wordlessly, Eddie breaks the kiss and trails his lips down the side of Buck’s neck, down one shoulder. He presses sweet little kisses there for what feels like forever, until Buck finally stops being so amazed by the fact that this is happening and starts to take off Eddie’s shirt.

Buck’s heart beats harder with every new square inch of skin that’s revealed, and once Eddie’s shirt is completely off, Buck just stands there, clutching the fabric in his fist and trying to breathe.

He can’t believe that this is happening. He’s loved Eddie so long, and now that he’s allowed to show it outwardly, it’s like he can’t figure out how. There’s so much he needs to say, so many things he needs to do, so many places on Eddie’s body to leave his mark, to claim — but it all gets jumbled in his head and his thoughts come to a screeching halt. All he can do is touch the expanses of skin he’s been allowed to see, but never lay a hand on.

Buck presses in close again, wraps his arms all the way around Eddie, and kisses him again. It’s hard to think past the fact that his bare chest is against Eddie’s, that they’re finally here. Buck moans a little desperately as he gets his hands between their bodies and back on Eddie’s jeans, prying at the button.

Eddie’s hands rest on top of his own again, and he breaks the kiss. A little winded, he says, “Slow down, sweetheart. We got all night.”

So, Buck slows down. But Eddie didn’t say to stop. So he sinks to his knees — for better visibility, really, or at least that’s what he’ll tell himself. He really can see what he’s doing a little better from down here, and he takes his time unfastening the button of Eddie’s jeans, unzipping them.

Above him, Eddie’s chest is heaving as he stares down at Buck with more adoration than he’s ever seen from anybody in his entire life. Buck hooks his fingers into the waistband of Eddie’s jeans and pulls them down, pressing his lips to skin as soon as it’s exposed. He kisses along the tops of Eddie’s thighs, over his boxers, his hip. He hooks his fingers into the elastic and opens his mouth to ask, is this okay? but Eddie beats him to it.

“Go ahead,” he breathes. Buck pulls them off gently, and as cliche as it is, his mouth waters once Eddie’s fully exposed. There’s a little bit of wetness pearling right at the head, and Buck can’t help it — he leans forward and wraps his lips around Eddie’s cock, flicking his tongue out to taste.

Eddie’s fingers tangle in his hair, and — Buck was really only aiming for a little taste, but… a little more won’t hurt. He sinks down further onto Eddie’s cock, letting it press against the back of his throat, and he holds him there, staring up through eyes that are starting to water at the only man — the only person he’s ever loved this fiercely. His blinks are heavy and slow, and a tear slips out of the corner of his eye. Before it can roll down his cheek, Eddie’s wiping it away and slowly pulling out of Buck’s mouth.

“It’ll be over before it starts if you keep that up,” Eddie breathes, and he helps Buck back to his feet before he crowds him toward the bed. Buck goes — of course he does. He falls back onto the mattress pretty gracelessly, but it’s forgotten the instant Eddie hovers over him to untie the drawstring of his sweats and pull them down over his hips. Next to go are the boxers, tossed aside carelessly as Eddie rakes hungry eyes over Buck’s entire body.

He doesn’t say anything else, though, he just settles himself between Buck’s spread thighs and rolls his hips.

Buck used to get embarrassed by how wet he gets when he’s this turned on, but right now — he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care at all, because it helps with the friction, helps Eddie slide against him, and Eddie sliding against him is the reason he’s making those precious noises. Buck never figured that Eddie would be this vocal, but he loves it. He pulls Eddie’s face back down to press their lips together, and he whimpers every time the head of Eddie’s dick catches on his own.

“Need you,” Buck whispers into his mouth, “Please, Eddie. Please.”

“You have me,” Eddie tells him. “You’ve always had me, baby. You always will.”

Buck whines, high and reedy from the back of his throat. What a concept, huh?

Still, Eddie takes pity on him. He leans over to root around in the drawer of his bedside table, coming back with a bottle of lube. “I have — uh, condoms, too. If you want,” he offers. “I’m clean, and I know you are, too, but — just — if you don’t want to deal with the mess, or whatever. It’s up to you.”

“I want the mess,” Buck tells him, and he wraps a hand around himself for a little relief. “I want it, Eds, I wanna feel you.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” Eddie soothes, and he closes the drawer and drops the bottle next to Buck’s thigh. “That’s good,” he tells him, spreading Buck’s legs a little wider, “just like that, keep touching yourself.”

Buck thinks he might honestly pass out. “Have you — ah — done this before?” he asks, motioning to where Eddie’s between his legs, slicking up his fingers. Three, from what Buck can tell.

“To myself,” Eddie answers. “Never to anyone else, though, so you’ll just have to tell me what feels good, okay?”

The thought of Eddie, right here on this bed, fingering himself, has got to be one of the hottest images Buck’s mind has ever supplied him with. He tries to push it from his brain so he can at least make an attempt to communicate effectively, but he just ends up nodding his head. “Yeah, yes. Okay,” he breathes. “Sure.”

Buck keeps his fist loose around his own cock as Eddie presses a finger inside, slowly, yes, but — he never stops. He presses inside until he’s up to the last knuckle, and then he stays there. “Relax,” he breathes, and Buck tries, okay — he really tries. But he wants to get this right.

He must relax at least a fraction, because he’s rewarded with a nip at the inside of his thigh, which makes his cock jump in his grip. Eddie slides his finger out and back in, prodding around, and Buck knows exactly what he’s looking for. He’s never done this with someone else either, so he’s never been able to reach it himself, but maybe Eddie could — he’s got longer fingers and a better angle, so —

“Eddie!” Buck cries, grinding his hips downward and throwing his head back. “Oh shit, baby, you — can you do that again?” he whimpers.

“Of course,” Eddie breathes, and he kisses along the crease of Buck’s groin, landing at his hip, and Buck just lets him. Eddie could do anything to him right now, and Buck would be ecstatic.

The glorious thing about it is that Eddie does do it again. And again, and again, and again. And soon, Buck is all but riding his finger, his back arched off of the bed. “More,” he breathes. “More, Eddie, can I have more?”

Instead of an answer, Buck feels a slight stretch, and then Eddie has two fingers fully inside of him, and Buck’s afraid he might actually catch on fire. “Hold still,” Eddie whispers, and he adjusts his position so that his face is closer to Buck’s again, and he can kiss him. “Slow down, sweetheart. I’m right here. It’s not a race. I’ll take care of you, Evan, you just have to let me.”

Buck takes a deep breath, then. “Sorry,” he croaks, and he nods his head. “Sorry, yeah. You’re — you’re right.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie tells him, soft and sweet and low. “Just let me. I’ve got you.”

“I know you do,” Buck tells him, and his eyes are welling up a little. He just feels so loved, he’s not sure what to do with it. It’s never been like this, not with anyone. Not Taylor, sure as hell not Abby, and — he’s just a little overwhelmed, is all.

It’s amazing to Buck how in-tune Eddie is to his emotions. Even though there are tears in his eyes, Eddie can somehow tell that it’s not a bad thing. He never stops moving his fingers, twisting them, hitting Buck at all the right angles, but he still checks in. “Y’alright?” he asks, pressing kisses all over Buck’s face.

“Just happy,” Buck nods, and he smiles, even through the tears. Eddie chooses that moment to slip a third finger inside, and Buck’s breath hitches. “R-really happy, Eds, shit.”

Eddie chuckles, and it comes from deep inside his chest as he crooks his fingers and spreads them a little at a time to get Buck nice and ready for him. “That means I’m doing my job right,” he whispers, and his lips press against Buck’s again, but softer this time. They’re both smiling into it, and Buck feels a little hysterical, but he’s as happy as he’s ever felt.

“I think — I think I’m ready,” Buck whispers, rolling his hips languidly, holding Eddie’s face in his hands.

“Are your legs okay?” Eddie asks, and he slips his fingers out so that Buck can relax a little. In truth, he is already a little sore. He hasn’t done yoga since he was recovering from the ladder truck, so he’s not as flexible as he once was.

Buck shrugs. “I want to see you, so — so it’s okay,”

Eddie grabs the lube again, but he lays down on his back next to Buck. “Would you want to—?” he asks, and his breathing picks up a little as he strokes himself, spreading the wetness to make the glide easier for Buck.

Would he—? Is that even a question? Fuck yes.

“Yeah,” Buck nods, and he swings a leg over Eddie’s hips until he’s in his lap, and then he leans down for a kiss. Eddie told him to slow down — well, he can do that. He can be patient.

Buck tangles his fingers in Eddie’s hair, kissing him slowly as he rolls his hips backward, a promise of what’s to come.

Eddie takes himself in hand and lines himself up, then, but just holds himself there. He doesn’t thrust or move his hips at all, really, he just waits for Buck to make the next move. “You sure?” he asks. “We don’t have to do this, Buck. We can wait. However long you need.”

“I’ve waited years, Eddie. I want this. I want you.”

Eddie just nods, then, and he tilts his head so that his lips are against Buck’s when he speaks. “Me too,” he nods. “Whenever you’re ready. Just take it slow, okay? Don’t hurt yourself.”

Buck presses their mouths together again and gives a slow roll of his hips, and the head of Eddie’s cock slides inside of him. He feels stretched and so full already, and he has no idea how he’s going to take all of Eddie, but he knows he’ll manage. He’s been more determined about things he wanted less than he wants this. He can do it.

Eddie gasps when it happens, and Buck takes it as an opportunity to lick into his mouth, and it makes both of them moan. Buck sinks a little lower, then, and his brows furrow as he concentrates. He goes as slow as he possibly can, trailing wet kisses along Eddie’s jaw as he whimpers, but it’s not pain. It’s the furthest thing from it, Buck thinks.

Then, as soon as he’s sure he can’t take any more, his ass is flush against the top of Eddie’s thighs, and Buck feels whole.

He sits up a little for more leverage, and Eddie slips deeper, somehow. “Jesus,” Buck whispers, and he rolls his hips. Eddie’s cock slides right against his prostate, and Buck’s eyes flutter closed as he starts a steady rise and fall. It’s not fast, but there’s a rhythm to it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Eddie breathes from below him, and Buck smiles, open-mouthed and wide. He braces his hands on Eddie’s chest as he lifts his hips up so only the head of Eddie’s dick is still inside him, and he slowly lowers himself back down.

Eddie’s hands are holding on to Buck’s hips, not guiding him, just along for the ride. “You’re not so bad yourself,” Buck teases, and he wraps a hand around himself to start stroking, but he quickly realizes he’s not going to last if he does that. “You feel so good, Eds. So good, fuck.”

“C’mere,” Eddie whispers, and he wraps his arms around Buck’s back. “C’mere, Buck, please. Lemme see you, baby,” he breathes, pulling Buck down until they’re face-to-face again. “There you are,” he breathes, and he gives a long, slow thrust upward.

Buck lets out a choked-off noise that he’s never heard another human make, let alone himself. “Again,” he whispers. “Do that again, Eddie.”

“Love it when you say my name like that,” Eddie whispers, connecting his lips to the underside of Buck’s jaw. Eddie pulls out and pushes back in just as slowly, brushing up against that spot inside of Buck that makes him feel white-hot and electric. “Love — love being inside of you, baby. You feel good, too, you know that? You’re so good for me, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” Buck nods, hiding his face in Eddie’s neck. He can feel his eyes starting to well up with tears again, and he grinds down every time Eddie thrusts upward. Buck’s never had a first time with anyone that was as effortless as this is. They’re in it together, they can read each other like they’ve never been able to read anyone else. Buck can read Eddie better than he can read himself sometimes. “Thank you, Eddie, fuck,” he breathes. His voice cracks when he speaks, and he’s sure that by now, Eddie can feel the wetness of his tears against his neck. If not, he can surely hear Buck’s occasional sniffles.

“It’s okay,” Eddie soothes him, running a hand up and down his back as he holds Buck’s body close, rocking into him steadily, unwavering. Buck should’ve known that Eddie would be his rock for this — just like everything else. Eddie’s the one and only thing tethering him to this plane of reality. “I have you, honey. You’re right here, I’ve gotcha.”

“I know,” Buck nods, and he presses kisses to Eddie’s neck and tastes the salt-tang of his own tears. He’s still letting out choked-off moans every time Eddie is fully inside of him, brushing against his prostate. His voice cracks through his tears, but Eddie doesn’t seem to mind much. His cock is trapped between their stomachs, and there’s friction every time Eddie thrusts, and Buck’s not sure he’s going to last that much longer.

“I’m close,” Eddie lets him know. “Is that okay? Do you want me to slow down? Make it last?” he asks, and he stays fully seated inside of Buck as he waits for an answer.

“No,” Buck shakes his head “I mean — we can do this again, right? I want — I want you to feel good, Eds. Want it to be so good for you.”

“We’ll do it again,” Eddie promises, and he starts moving a little faster. “We’ll do it as much as we can, whenever you want, okay? You’ve got me, now. I’m not goin’ anywhere. This isn’t the last time,” he reassures, and — if it were anyone else, Buck would probably call it overkill, but he needs to hear it right now. He needs to hear it from Eddie. He needs to know this isn’t just for right now. It has to be forever. “It’s so good for me, Buck. You’re so good for me.”

Buck nods his head, and he finally extracts his face from the crook of Eddie’s neck to look him in the eye. “Whenever you’re ready,” he whispers, and he connects their mouths.

Eddie speeds up just a little more, working more of those pathetic little whines out of Buck, but he drinks them right up. And Buck — he just — he loves Eddie so much, he doesn’t know what to do with it. He doesn’t know if Eddie wants to hear it, but he’s pretty sure Eddie’s fucked the filter right out of him. He has to say it.

“I love you,” Buck whispers, and he doesn’t even know if Eddie’s heard him at first, but he must have. He must have, because Eddie’s arms wrap tighter around him and the thrusts one, two, three more times before he stays there, and Buck can feel him come.

He didn’t know that was possible, but it is. He feels Eddie twitching inside of him, feels his cock jerk as he empties himself inside of Buck, gasping as he tries to kiss him some more, tries desperately to keep their mouths connected.

“Say it again,” Eddie breathes, and he hasn’t quite gone soft, so Buck uses that to his advantage. He rolls his hips so that Eddie’s cock is always rubbing against his prostate, whimpering all the while. “One more time, baby. Say it again for me.”

“I love you, Eds. Love you so much, so — so happy that you’re here, that you have me—” Buck whines, and — honestly, he knows it’s possible to come untouched, and he’s never been able to make himself do it, but — it seems like a real possibility, right now.

“I do have you,” Eddie tells him, holding Buck’s face and making him look him in the eyes. “And I love you, too.”

There it is. Just like that, Buck’s cock jerks and he shakes apart right there in Eddie’s arms, coming between their bodies and making a mess of them. Eddie holds him through it, holds him tighter through the aftershocks, and Buck’s pretty sure that Eddie’s arms around him are the only reason he’s not physically floating away.

Buck’s ears are ringing. He’s never come that hard in his life. “It’s okay,” he hears Eddie saying, faintly, somewhere in the back of his mind. “It’s alright. I have you, I love you. I love you so much,” he’s saying, and Buck isn’t sobbing, okay, but — there are more tears. They’re sliding out of his eyes and onto Eddie’s chest where his head is resting, and one of Eddie’s hands is in his hair while the other strokes his spine.

“Sorry,” Buck croaks, as soon as he comes around.

Eddie shushes him in an instant, quieting all of his fears. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he says. “And even if you did, I’d forgive you, okay?”

Buck just nods his head and does his best to dry up his tears. After a couple of minutes, he’s pretty sure he’s okay enough to lift his head and look at Eddie. “Y’love me?” he asks, a little nasally — his nose is stuffy, now. He’s always hated that about crying.

“Of course,” Eddie says. “For so long. I’m so happy, Buck.”

“Me too,” Buck nods, and he cracks a smile for all his tears. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, smiling down at Eddie. He’s so in love he can barely stand it.

“Thank you,” Eddie starts, “for giving me that.”

Buck nods and rolls off of Eddie, to the side, propped up on his elbow. “Always,” Buck nods. “Any time you want. I’m just — I’m glad we’re here, you know? I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” Eddie says. “So glad I’m here, sweetheart. I’m so glad I have you.”

Buck leans forward to slot their lips together again, and he smiles. “We probably need to shower soon,” he whispers. “You have to go get Chris in a couple of hours.”

It’s not even dark outside. The sun is setting, so there’s a faintly orange glow to everything, but it won’t be dark for hours yet. “You could come with me,” Eddie offers. “And then you could… stay?”

“Of course I’ll stay,” Buck nods. “I’ll always stay, Eddie.”

It’s Eddie’s eyes who well up this time, but he’s smiling as bright as Buck’s ever seen. “I know you will,” he breathes. “That’s how I know this is gonna work. I’ll always stay, too.”

Buck can’t help it — a kiss isn’t enough to convey what he feels right now. He leans forward and wraps his arms around Eddie, digging his face back into Eddie’s neck. He slides one leg between both of Eddie’s, mindless of the mess between them. He couldn’t care less if he tried. “I’m so happy,” he whispers. “I’m always so fucking happy when I’m with you, Eds. You — you just make everything better.”

“How long until your lease is up?” Eddie asks. “I know that it’s soon, so — so you can renew it if you want, y’know, like — that would be okay. I wouldn’t be hurt, but — I mean, we have to talk to Chris first, but I can’t imagine he’d have a problem with you living here. So — so if you wanted, you know, you could—”

“Yes,” Buck whispers. “Yeah. My lease is up in a few weeks. I’ll start packing.”

“I love you,” Eddie whispers. “I love you so, so much.”

“I love you, too. Now, get up. I’ll wash your hair in the shower for you.”

Eddie’s up and out of bed the moment Buck relinquishes his grip on him.

Buck knows that they have a long way to go. There’s a lot to talk about, too many things left unaddressed for far too long. But that can be for another day. Right now, all Buck knows or cares about is that he’s never been this excited for the rest of his life.

#my writing #buck x eddie #buck x eddie smut #buddie fic #buck x eddie fic #answered

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angelwiththeblue-box · 2 years

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**spoilers for 6x01** eddie gets injured, barely, and buck loses his shit

pairings: buck/eddie

word count: 1247

rated: t

tw: vague descriptions of blood, cursing, descriptions of panic attacks

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#val writes #911 on fox #911 spoilers #911 fic #buddie fic #buck x eddie fic #buck x eddie #buddie #christopher diaz #christopher diaz has two dads #christopher diaz is a national treasure #911 6x01 #6x01 spoilers #6x01 let the games begin

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chronicowboy · 3 days

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guilty feet have no rhythm | 1k

Eddie doesn't remember the last time he felt like this. Happy, uncomplicated, free. The world is fuzzy, warm where it wraps around him, dips under his feet like it's making way for him. Everything is so easy tonight. And it's not just the alcohol, not the tequila running warm and smooth through his veins.

No, it had been so spectacularly easy before he'd even had a drink. He'd been easy and full of joy the moment Buck had showed up on his doorstep with two freshly dry cleaned suits that they'd destroyed within the first hour of the party. It had felt, for a moment, like the house had taken its first deep breath in weeks when Buck had stepped inside.

They're in the bathroom again. Eddie has lost count of how many times they've ventured to the toilets tonight. All that alcohol, wreaking havoc on bladders and hand-eye coordination and stomachs. This time, Buck's sleeve has been soaked through by tequila, and Eddie hadn't really had an excuse to follow him in here except the thought of peeling himself from Buck's side had sent a wave of wrong through him so powerful he'd thought he was about to throw up the steak dinner they'd sat down for before karaoke.

So, he follows Buck to the bathroom, falling back against the wall when Buck notices him there and smiles brighter than the neon paint on the walls. He watches Buck shove his sodden arm under the hand dryer, and the steady whine of it fills Eddie's brain with a static that leaves him defenceless.

"What does it feel like?" The words slip out the moment the dryer shuts off with a click.

"Warm, wet," Buck answers with a cute little twist to his eyebrows. He tilts his head to the side, looking every bit like the stray puppy on their street Eddie had fallen in love with when he was twelve and his dad had called Animal Control on. "Have you not... used a hand dryer before?"

"No, Buck," Eddie groans, tastes the name on his tongue like a burst of colour. Yellow like a sunflower, or golden like sunlight itself, or pink like a birthmark as familiar to him as breathing. "What does kissing a man feel like?"

"Oh!" Buck grins, bouncing on his feet a little. He almost topples over with the energy that fills him at the question, and Eddie curls his hands into fists to resist the urge to reach out and hold him steady only because he doesn't feel so steady himself all of a sudden. Buck leans back against the wall opposite Eddie, getting a little lost in something Eddie can only imagine. "It's..." He sighs, long and dreamy. Eddie wants to catch it in his hands, press it to his chest, feel whatever certainty Buck is feeling now.

Certainty. The word lodges itself in Eddie's throat. That's it. That's what he's been missing. That's what's been making the world feel so... Uninhabitable recently. Eddie hasn't felt certain about anything since that solid weight had dropped through his chest at the graveyard. And even now he's still not certain what that weight was. But he'd been a hell of a lot more sure about that than he has been about anything with his girlfriend.

"It's... What?" Eddie prompts, suddenly, certainly desperate for the answer.

"Life-changing," Buck breathes, eyes the colour of an endless sky.

"How?"

"I don't know how to explain it." Buck shakes his head. "It's not really all that different except for all the ways it's different."

"Like what?" Eddie feels like a little kid, boundless in their curiosity, about to get an answer to a question they can barely comprehend.

"Like the stubble," Buck begins, eyes dropping to Eddie's jaw. "The tilting your head up instead of down, the hard chest against yours, the big hands on your waist." His voice turns dreamy, breathy. Eddie understands painfully, feels like he's just run a marathon. "But it's not really..."

"It's not really what?" It sounds like a plea in the muffled silence of the bathroom.

"It doesn't feel all that different when your eyes are closed, you know?" Except Eddie doesn't know. He doesn't know anything anymore. "But that empty space that's been inside you your whole life suddenly feels full."

"Oh." Eddie rubs a knuckle down his breastbone like he's trying to wake himself up with a sternal rub.

"You should try it, Eddie," Buck says then.

"What?"

The world disappears out from under his feet.

"You should kiss a man. It's—"

Eddie takes two steps and changes his life.

Eddie kisses Buck, and it's everything Buck had said. The delicious scratch of stubble, the slight upwards tilt of his head, the hard chest against his, the big hands around his waist, the filling up of that empty space. Except it's all that and more. It's Buck's stubble, it's Buck leaning down to breach that tiny gap between them despite the shocked noise that Eddie drinks from his mouth, it's Buck's firm chest under his hands and Buck's heartbeat pounding against his, it's Buck's calloused but endlessly gentle hands burning through his shirt just above his hips, it's the empty space in his chest not just filling up but overflowing with right right right —

Wrong.

The blast of the hand dryer rips them apart, and Eddie stumbles backwards, wild and free and oh-so-complicated. Every moment of his life before that kiss is rewritten into a writhing mass of wrong as everything else becomes entirely clear. For the first time in his life, Eddie is certain. Certain of two things: he never wants to kiss a woman again, he never wants to kiss anyone but Buck again.

"How was that?" Buck whispers, chest heaving despite the fact that it hadn't really been anything more than a brush of lips.

"Life-changing," Eddie croaks, the sound of it lost as Chim comes stumbling into the bathroom with a blast of Careless Whisper.

#sami rambles #this should probably be just a ficlet but felt like posting it on ao3 sooooo #911 show #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #911 spec #911 spec fic #911 fic #buddie fic #buck x eddie fic

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sluttyhenley · 2 years

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Rating: Explicit (eventual)

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Buck loves hockey. He loves the sound his skates make as they cut across the ice, the clack of the stick as he drives the puck over the rink. He loves the way it makes his muscles burn, the sweat soaking through his gear, the way his breathing comes harder. He feels alive on the ice, in a way he doesn’t anywhere else in his life. He also loves the competition, the exhilaration that comes with sending the puck past the goalie and into the net, the cheers from the crowd when he scores. Buck hasn’t scored once this entire game.

Buck is one of the best players on his team. Eddie Diaz is a newer player on an expansion team that shouldn't have gotten into the playoffs. Buck won't ever forgive him for that, especially since it came at the price of Buck's own team falling out of the running. But he's going to have to figure out how to work with him anyway.

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irenekuroo · 1 year

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GHOST - kuroo_stories on AO3

This is my first Buddie fic and i just started writing it. This is the beginning and I'm tryna see how it feels to new readers. Mind reading and sharing opinions?

Eddie always thought his supernatural gift was more of a course, especially when he decided to join the army and see with his own eyes the pain those who did not make it where in.

When someone died, their spirit, their soul, hanged on Earth for a bit, just enough to see their loved ones realise they had left or, in his case, enough to see their battered body being dragged away from their fellow buddies.

Eddie was lucky enough to be able to see the guilt in their eyes for not making it home, and the painful relief of knowing they finally escaped hell, before vanishing.

Some days were hard, some harder. He came close to be one of those spirits a few times, but the thought of leaving his son Christopher behind made him live for another day.

And a day after the other he got out of the army, left his family in Texas, moved to LA with his son and joined the LAFD.

When he joined the Fire Academy it was cause he honestly didn't know what else he could do with his background. He would still be surrounded by death, but this time he could prevent in, instead of being the cause of it.

That's why he was utterly surprised when he entered the 118 station and the first thing he saw was a wondering spirit.

How did he know that man was a spirit? His body was slightly transparent. One had to really pay close attention to see it, but Eddie knew what a freshly spirited person looked like, thank you very much.

The strange thing was that the man seemed like he had no intention of leaving. It looked like he was already acquired with being a spirit.

Eddie tried to ignore it.

He went straight to captain Nash office for the paperwork and then went to change and work out in the gym.

He loaded some weights and started doing some beach press. Nothing too heavy to actually tire him, but enough to warm up. He finished his sets, looked up and saw the ghost staring at him.

Truth to be said, Eddie has become quite good at looking behind the spirits he saw, so he just tried to ignore it again.

<<I can't believe this is what they replaced me>>

He heard. "Just ignore it" he thought. He busied himself with the cleaning towel.

<<C'mon Bobby, for real? This scrawny kid?>>

He hard again. "Just IGNORE it Eddie" he repeated to himself "He will go away".

<<Like, look at him. He can't even... Oh, hi Bobby!>>

Eddie turned his head and saw captain Nash approaching him.

<<Hey Eddie. Everyone is here. Come meet the team>> God bless him. He cleaned himself a bit with the towel and joined the team on the loft.

He felt the ghost following them.

<<Everyone, this is our new recruit. His name is Eddie Diaz, and his an ex army medic. He's gonna join the 118 for his probationary year. Let's welcome him>>

He shook hands and shared names for what felr like hours but was probably just a few minutes.

<<So, you here to help me and Chimney right?>>

Eddie turned his head towards the voice.

<<Henrietta Willson, paramedic. But please, call me Hen. Everyone calls me Hen. And he's Howard Han, my buddy, but we call him Chimney>>

<<Eddie Diaz, pleasure to meet you. And yes, I'm here to give another hand as a paramedic too. Also, Chimney as in...?>>

<<A chimney, yeah...>> the man shook his hand <<I'm not telling you the story>>.

Eddie giggled.

<<Damn, though... He looks hot>> He stopped. He already recognised the voice. <<Okay, Bobby. I gotta admit... He doesn't look that bad. But c'mon, Eduardo? For real?>>

<<It's Edmundo>> it slipt out, without him meaning to.

The ghost stared at him. Eddie coughed a bit, trying to dissimulate.

<<What did you say?>> Chimney asked.

<<Nothing just... It's a strange nickname>>

<<And it's even stranger the story behind it>> Hen added laughing.

The two started bantering and Eddie took it as his clue to leave.

<<You heard me, right?>>

#9-1-1 #buck x eddie #buddie 911 #911 crack #buck and eddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie fic #911onfox #911 fic

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findingmarvinchavez · 2 years

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Flowers in the Concrete

mayans mc au. three first meetings. biker eddie/odd job worker buck. rated m for a brief instance of physical assault (not between buck and eddie). 3.4 k. mostly fluff with a smidge of angst.

Two guys, each on the run from his own past, wash up in unlikely Santo Padre, aka bumfuck nowhere. This is the story of three chance meetings that might just be the breath of fresh air they've both been missing, a connection found without actually looking for it.

read on ao3.

Was my heart beatin' in my chest? And was I even alive before the day we met?

Evan Buckley had left home on a quest to get as far away from there and everything he was leaving behind as possible. How his series of odd jobs had brought him to the small town of Santo Padre, also known as bumfuck nowhere, however, was a mystery even to him.

It was not as if Buck had expected any sort of glorious wild west experience from working as what the newspaper ad had labeled a "hardy vineyard worker.” Apart from a handful of coffee shops, three of which were more like corner stores that offered outside seating, for daytime leisure and a couple of sketchy dive bars for a night out, this town really was a case of dust and crickets. Young people mostly seemed to flee the place as fast as they could and if they didn't manage that, they resigned to a life without any real prospects just as quickly.

Of course that was just the general drift and like everywhere, Santo Padre was home to its very own kinds of life, to people worth meeting, and places that were unlike anywhere else Buck had been before. He had found his favorite corner store where he spent his afternoons off drinking Tommy's strong filter coffee, black and with lots of sugar, whiling away long hours in the Californian sun. Sometimes Marj, who tended the nicest bar around most nights, joined him and sometimes she brought a couple of friends.

Today, however, Buck was sitting accompanied only by his coffee cup and an unnervingly colorful tabloid newspaper. He half-heartedly told himself that he was reading stuff like this on occasion to keep up with the outside world at least at some level, but the truth was that he enjoyed the senseless drama from time to time.

He was deep into a frighteningly detailed article on Chryssi Teigen's journey through pregnancy and motherhood when the roar of tuned motorcycle engines made him look up and across the street.

There they were, the representatives of another one of the scarce career options available in Santo Padre: the local branch of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. Every now and then, these guys (Buck had the impression that only guys were allowed to ride with the crew) would pull up dramatically in front of an establishment and two or three would enter it looking like they meant business while the rest would wait out front on their rides just asserting presence or whatever their task out there was.

In any case, Buck rarely had the opportunity to study them as closely yet inconspicuously as today. There were just four of them, and two had already vanished into the butcher shop across the street. Of the other two, one was typing away at his phone furiously, oblivious to the outside world, which left the fourth guy to pass the time just lounging on his bike, scanning the street occasionally but mostly just looking at nothing in particular. He was wearing dark sunglasses though, so Buck couldn't be sure if he had his eyes closed when he was just doing nothing.

Actually, he was trying to determine just that when the biker suddenly seemed to sense that someone was watching him. Buck was so intent on the man's frankly very handsome face that he failed to look away before the other's searching gaze met his own. In a futile attempt to salvage the situation, Buck hid his face behind his newspaper. Only to realize that presenting the current Us Weekly cover to the guy who had caught him staring was pretty much the opposite of preserving his dignity. Exasperated with himself, Buck sighed and slowly lowered the newspaper again. He just caught the other man turning away from him. Buck thought he was smirking, but actually not in an unpleasant way. A little self-assured, maybe, but the man didn't look annoyed or even particularly judgemental.

He had turned to greet his biker friends as they emerged from the butcher shop. Without much fuss, all four of them got ready to ride off. Sunglasses guy, as Buck had baptized him, didn't make any more motion toward Buck, so Buck felt safe as he observed the gang's exit. Only for sunglasses guy, who rode at the end of the formation, to turn and look straight at Buck as the group passed the corner shop. Buck might have felt more annoyed about this next faux-pas if that man in his black leather jacket and black shirt and black jeans and his damn sunglasses, with his pretty face and wind-ruffled-yet-soft brown hair hadn't looked like a vision straight from a cheesy hollywood movie.

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There was really only the one grocery store in Santo Padre so that's where Eddie Diaz went to get his groceries. Today, as he turned the last corner toward the checkout aisle, Eddie found his way blocked by someone who he first registered as "tall". Next he took note of sun-kissed skin partially covered by a light green shirt that could have been either pastel or sun-bleached and then the face… A familiar face, currently expressing a mix of confusion, concentration, and something that resembled defeat. The tall guy was standing in front of the magazine stand and appeared to be studying the contents of the kids section with the utmost commitment. The setup was too good for Eddie to miss out on.

"No Us Weekly for you today?"

"I'm sorry, what…"

Following the tall guy's face journey as it went from startled to confused to surprised was worth the cheap shot at starting a conversation, Eddie found.

"Oh… Right. I'm just, so I'm actually supposed to pick up a magazine for my employer’s… uh… daughter. So that's why…"

Tall guy finished his sentence by vaguely gesturing toward the variety of kids' magazines. For some reason he couldn’t put his finger on, Eddie didn’t feel like letting the other man off the hook just yet, so he decided to push his luck just a little further.

"Yeah. I'm afraid I'm no help here. Maybe if we were talking gossip magazines…"

"About that… I didn't mean to stare the other day. Sorry.”

Eddie wondered how a grown man could possibly make the boyish apologetic smile that tall guy gave him seem as genuine as it did. And yet, watching that little duck of his head, shoulders drawing in just slightly, Eddie suspected that this one right here was usually pretty good at getting on people’s good sides, even when the offense was a little more serious than being caught staring. Not that eddie would let any of these whimsical observations show in his reply, though:

"I get it. There really isn’t much to look at around here most of the time."

There was a short pause in which both of them seemed to ponder the meaning of this statement. The store’s freezers hummed and some Tejano country tunes filled the air-conditioned space. Eddie moved to raise the half-filled shopping basket in his right hand.

“Anyway. I should probably leave you to your sacred duty. I'm sure I'll see you around…”

Eddie made the last sentence sound like a question.

“Oh, Buck. I mean, it’s Evan Buckley, but people just call me Buck, usually.”

“Alright then, Buck. I'm Eddie. I'll see you around, Buck.”

“Yeah, see you around, Eddie.”

It took Buck a moment to realize he had to move for Eddie to be able to walk past him, so they parted with another somewhat awkward smile on each of their faces. It wasn’t the bad kind of awkward though, Eddie thought as he awaited his turn at the cash register. Having turned his attention back to the magazine stand, Buck stood with his back toward Eddie, giving Eddie the opportunity to be the one watching from a distance this time around. And he had to admit that he didn’t mind this new angle of otherwise deadbeat Santo Padre at all.

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In retrospect, Buck recognized that it might not have been the most sensible decision to walk home from a bar several miles when he had definitely had more than his share of whiskey shots. On the other hand, walking was a good way to clear your head before going to bed, and being a tall able-bodied white guy, Buck usually had the privilege of not having to worry too much about what might happen to him out on the streets at night. Well, life has no guarantees, and today appeared to be Evan Buckley's unlucky night.

He sensed somebody following him, even in his drunken state, for several minutes, before he turned around for the first time. Two dark figures were walking behind him. They were still at a distance that could have also been pure happenstance. Apart from himself and the two others, nothing was moving along the moderately well-illuminated street that led from downtown toward a more residential area. Feeling suddenly exposed and defenseless, Buck picked up his pace. He was still walking, but briskly now, definitely not strolling along any more.

This acceleration turned out to be more of a symbolic action, however, and the next time Buck turned around, his face met with a fist right colliding hard with his left cheekbone. The impact sent his already destabilized body spiraling around and down. Buck managed to catch himself on two hands, coughing blood onto the gray pavement. Before he could form a clear thought, his head was ripped upward by his hair. He couldn’t clearly make out the face he was looking at underneath the guy’s dark hood. Buck felt another person’s boots pressing down on his calves and another fist in his hair on the back of his head. Everything felt sort of surreal as his dizzy mind tried desperately to become as alert as the situation demanded it. Bad guy nr. 1, in front of him, spoke:

“Wallet. Watch. Anything valuable you have on you.”

“W…”

The robbers didn’t seem to be in any way inclined to take Buck’s intoxication and resulting dimmed wits into consideration, Buck learned as an unrelenting kick to the stomach had him double down again.

“Ok, blondie…”

The tone of voice suddenly shifted from aggressive and demandin to aggressive and bewildered:

“…what the hell?”

Buck felt at least one hand let go of his hair as another commotion started, this time not involving him.

“Hey!”

The shout came from behind him.

Then the weight on his lower legs was lifted and Buck slowly raised himself to see the two guys that had assaulted him locked in an altercation with another man. One wearing black pants and something leather. The single guy clearly had the upper hand, however that was possible. Finally, Buck’s presumed savior had pushed the two assailants back enough to show them something on his jacket and to say a couple of words that sent them off positively running down the street.

Next, Buck found himself face to face with…

“Eddie?”

“You okay, Buck?”

Eddie, sunglasses Eddie, grocery store Eddie, was kneeling right in front of Buck. Unlike the robber’s face, the streetlights painted Eddie's face in stark contrasts. It appeared to be screwed up with worry as he scanned Buck in his admittedly not very fortunate position.

“Eddie, what…?”

“Are you feeling ok? Can you stand up?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Buck said the words as tentatively as he pushed himself onto his feet. He was swaying slightly and his arms wrapped themselves around his bruised abdomen seemingly of their own accord. Eddie stood up right next to him, and steadied him by gripping both his arms, firmly but not too tightly. Buck made his best attempt at a reassuring smile:

“Some of it is also the alcohol. I've gotten pretty hammered tonight.”

Eddie's concerned expression softened somewhat at that statement, and keeping eye contact, he smiled back at Buck.

“Yeah well, you’ve still been beaten up by a couple of idiots, so let’s make sure they didn’t leave any permanent marks, ok? Give me your address and I'll take you home, if that’s ok with you. Or do you need a hospital?”

Apparently trying to answer his own question, Eddie traced Buck's bruised left cheek carefully with his fingertips. Buck had to suck in a couple of breaths but all in all nothing seemed to be seriously damaged.

"I think I'm ok. Also feels like I still got all my teeth."

"Good, Good. How about your ribs? Your stomach? Are you breathing all right?"

Buck took a few deep breaths and lifted his shirt to feel along the big red spot on his left side where the robber's boot had connected with his torso.

"I mean, it hurts like hell, but it doesn't feel like anything's broken. Should be ok to wait until tomorrow to see if I need a doctor."

"Alright, Buck. Home it is then?"

"Yeah. that sounds good."

"It's just down this street. About a mile or so."

"Can you try to sit on the bike?"

Eddie looked away from Buck to indicate the huge black motorcycle parked at the side of the street. Buck thought that he must have been really preoccupied to not have heard the engine approaching but then again being violently assaulted while being boozed-up might do that to a guy. He nodded.

“I’ll try.”

"Great. I'm gonna sit down in front first, you'll have to climb on behind me. Take care to keep those long legs off the ground. And let me know if it hurts too much, then we'll walk."

"Ok, Eddie."

Buck tried for his own sake as much as Eddie's not to sound as if he was secretly planning to lie down on the concrete and suffer in silence as the adrenaline rush from the robbery finally died down and he became painfully aware that his bruises were just about to really start showing their true colors. Not to mention the drunkenness.

Still, Eddie appeared to realize that he had set Buck a task that was pretty challenging in his current condition. From his seat on the bike, he gave Buck an encouraging smile:

"Just a few minutes and you can lie down and let the painkillers do their job."

Buck brazed himself before swinging his right leg over the black leather seat behind Eddie. Careful to make the most of the limited space between Eddie and the rear wheel, he dropped down and found that the seat was surprisingly comfortable. It took a bit more coordination to position his feet on the footpegs.

"You good?"

"I think so, yeah."

"Ok, Buck. You'll have to hold onto me. Other than that, just try to relax and keep your feet and butt where they belong. We're not going fast and we're not going far, but remember to tell me if you don't feel alright. Sound good?"

"Yup."

As he put his hands gingerly on both Eddie's sides, Buck, for the first time since he had left the bar, was actually kind of glad for the last of the alcohol still circulating his system. Even though this was by far the most normal thing to happen in the last half hour or so, it still was a pretty awkward position, Buck found. Both he and Eddie were relatively big guys, and Buck at least was entirely lost on how to best position himself on a motorcycle. Eddie didn't seem fazed, though. Intentionally or not, his apparent calm helped center Buck in the moment, and to trust that he would be in the safety of his own home in just a bit.

As promised, Eddie rode along carefully until Buck told him that they were there. When Buck had stepped off the bike, they looked at each other in silence for a moment as they both tried to figure out what would be an appropriate good-bye after this particular meeting. Finally, Eddie said:

"Would you mind if I gave you my number? So can you tell me if you're still feeling ok tomorrow?"

Buck took his phone out of his jacket pocket, glad to see that it hadn't been implicated in the night's events. He held it out for Eddie to take.

"Go ahead."

As he watched the other man type, Buck realized that had no clue how to thank someone who had just saved his bacon from god knows what danger. Accepting the fact that he wouldn't come up with anything remotely worthy given how his head, hell, his whole body was feeling right now, Buck decided to keep it simple and true. When Eddie had finished saving his contact info and passed the phone back to him, Buck said:

"Thank you, Eddie. I really don't know what else to say, so thank you."

Eddie smiled up at him from the bike, another of those patient and sweet smiles that changed everything about his tough-guy appearance.

"Of course, Buck. Just be sure to check in on yourself before you go to sleep. I'll hear from you tomorrow, ok?"

"Definitely. Good night, Eddie."

Buck watched as Eddie started the engine, kicked off, and started riding down the street. Only then did he turn around and enter his house. Despite his bone-deep fatigue, he gave himself a moment to slide down with his back against the front door and let the turmoil inside him ravage the very last of his energy. When his body was finally all out of adrenaline, Be willed himself to walk to his medicine cabinet and down a couple of painkillers. He made sure to check his breathing and pain levels before he stumbled onto his bed. Buck was asleep before he even hit the mattress.

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Last night, Eddie had waited until he could check that Buck's front door had safely closed behind him before really beginning his ride home. He was glad for the cool night air clearing his mind and the headwind's white noise. Despite how relaxed he had appeared while Buck was around, the whole situation hadn't passed Eddie by without leaving a trace.

Since Buck had been down when Eddie had arrived, it had been a two-on-one fight after all. Or rather, it could have been. There had been no way to know for sure whether showing those guys his patch and threatening them with its implications would make them back off or become even more aggressive. Eddie thanked god for at least mid-sized mercies as he replayed the events in his head before sleep finally caught up with him.

The next morning, Eddie kept checking his phone even though he knew Buck probably should take all the sleep he could get. Finally, at about 11, there was the ping indicating a new message:

“hi eddie, it's buck. just wanted to let you know that apart from some big bruises, everything seems intact. i really can't thank you enough for stepping in like that. let me know if there's ever anything i can do for you! you have my number now :). other than that, i'm sure i'll see you around, hopefully under much different circumstances next time. take care! buck."

Eddie let out the breath he'd been holding since opening the message. It was then that he realized that he was actually smiling at his phone. Like a damn teenager texting their crush.

In his defense, this was the first real contact he had made outside the MC since he had arrived in Santo Padre. And Buck was right about seeing each other around. As hard as it was in an obscure small town like this to stumble upon real connection, its limited size also meant that you would meet people time and time again. For some mysterious reason, Eddie felt that he would get along pretty well with the guy he only knew from a couple of looks across the street, one awkward run-in, and saving him from robbers at 2:30 at night.

Buck, with his heartfelt and infectious smile, had washed up at the same unlikely place Eddie had. So, for the first time since he had joined the local chapter to try and escape his Texas past, the joyful rush of anticipation bubbled up in him. When he stepped out into the hot SoCal sun, Eddie felt his heart beat in his chest as he thought of future meetings and blue eyes.

note: title from love is a wild thing by kacey musgraves. introductory quote from i can't remember me (before you) by brothers osborne. more music in my buddie playlist as linked in bio.

#i didn't think i'd write fic again (so soon) much less an au but i guess this is what happens in my head when i'm stuck at a train station #in bumfuck nowhere for two hours. and the fact that i can't watch mayans season 4 right now. and my regrettably real passion for country #music. but mainly it's just a sunny setting for these two while 5b makes them suffer <3 anywhom #buck x eddie #911 fic #buck x eddie fic #mayans mc au (there are no firefighters here)#this used to be buddie meet santo padre in my drafts before i settled on a title and i think that's what describes it pretty well #911 on fox

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