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ice skater buck and nhl eddie from my ice skating au

ko-fi 💌

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fuck it / inspiration saturday! 💻📸

tagged by the lovelies: @ladydorian05 @hippolotamus @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 @disasterbuckdiaz @heartshapedvows @spotsandsocks

here's an edit from the rwrb au and a tinyyyy snippet of their first interview 🥰

"Hey, I'm Evan Buckley and—" He looks to the side, at Eddie, expectant.

There's a big pause and then, "I'm Eddie Diaz—"

"That was too much of a pause!" Buck cuts him off. "You sabotaged it."

"What on Earth are you talking about?" Eddie turns to him, frowning.

They both stare at each other, neither of them willing to concede defeat— Buck is instantly annoyed and he doesn't know how he will handle even more time with this stuck-up prince.

Honestly, what is Athena expecting of him? Buck is only human after all and Eddie is way too good at pushing his buttons.

Truly, Eddie Diaz is the most infuriating person he's ever met and how can anyone ever think they're friends is beyond him. Surely they're not kidding anyone with this thing.

Someone clears their throat, probably one of the producers or maybe one of the people handling the cameras and the moment breaks.

Buck sighs and shakes his head, putting on a fake smile. "Sorry, mate. Let's do it one more time, shall we?"

"Don't call me mate." Eddie rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath for only Buck to hear.

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thinking about that post apocalyptic buddie au again....

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"Time for bed, babe."

" 'Ust one m're... chapter, Eds."

Buck's moved in pretty recently. It's new... except, it isn't. Not really.

Eddie's thought of this house as their home for way longer— probably longer than they've been dating, even.

But now it's official.

Eddie has been putting the plates away in the kitchen— the house is quiet and peaceful and it's a little late. Usually Buck and Eddie would be doing this together but Buck cooked and Eddie has told him to go relax on the couch while he cleans up the kitchen.

Once that's done, he goes to Buck and—

He stops in his tracks.

His boyfriend is practically dead to the world, his head resting on the arm of the couch at a weirs angle and the book over his face. Eddie thinks he can hear a bit of snoring, but it's still low and quiet and nothing as obnoxious and loud as the snores Buck lets out when he's truly, deeply asleep. (Not that Eddie mind that either, at this point he doesn't think he could sleep without them.)

He smiles fondly and gets closer, until he can reach for the book and gently lift it from Buck's face.

Buck grunts and makes a soft noise on the back of his throat, his eyes blinking slowly awake but not that much. He's groggy and he's looking so soft and tired that Eddie's heart melts right then and there.

"Time for bed, babe."

" 'Ust one m're... chapter, Eds." Buck slurs his words and then jawns.

"I think you've read enough. C'mon?"

"Mhmm." Buck hums tiredly and goes to close his eyes again.

"Buck, please. I really don't want to carry you all the way to the bedroom." Eddie whines but a small and tender smile refuses to leave his lips. "You're heavy, y'know?"

" 'M not." Buck opens one eye and glares at Eddie jut a few seconds later he relents, grunting as he gets up from the couch. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." Eddie gives him a chaste kiss and when he pulls away, Buck has that beautiful soft smile on his face that makes Eddie feel weak in the knees, and his tired eyes are glistening with awe and contentment. "C'mon. Let's go to bed before you fall asleep standing up."

He grabs Buck's hand and tugs him towards their bedroom.

He could get used to this.

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i'll heal eventually (but faster if you're next to me)

buck/eddie | teen and up | 19.2k words

for @monsterrae1

beautiful, stunning cover by @ronordmann

"Hey, I— uh… need some help?" The guy says, voice strained and nasal, a hand trying to stop the blood very unsuccessfully.

"Who are you?" Eddie asks as he guides the man to one of the stretchers on the school's sickbay.

"I'm the new gym teacher." The guy says, giving Eddie a bloody and crooked smile. "I'm Evan Buckley but please just call me Buck."

"What even happened? Class hasn't even started yet." Eddie mutters, putting on some gloves and pressing gauze on the man's nose, trying to stop the bleeding.

"It's fine, really," The gym teacher is saying with forced cheer as Eddie reaches forward to clean the wound. "It looks worse than it feels."

The guy is bending his face backwards, almost looking at the ceiling and Eddie gently but firmly guides it forward— not wanting the new teacher to choke on his own blood.

He should've known right then and there gthat Evan Buckley would be nothing but trouble. or, School Nurse Eddie and the idiotic Gym Teacher Buck that keeps getting injured.

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this is about love.

source.

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fuck it friday (except that it's thursday, but y'know, fuck it)

i've been rereading this scene i wrote for tsunami fic and i'm so excited, i just wanted to share it <33

"I'm here. I'm here." He says, kneeling beside the bed and resting a hand on Chris' shoulder, trying to comfort him. "It's okay, bud. I'm here." 

"Where's Buck?" Christopher asks and the vines and thorns inside Eddie's ribs seem to grow larger and bigger upon hearing the words, until they're twisting and turning and wrapping themselves around his heart, in a vicious grip. 

"I don't know, buddy." Eddie blinks, willing the tears away and clears his throat. He looks up at Chris and runs his fingers through his son's hair, gentle and tender. "We don't have news of him yet." 

It's not fair, Eddie thinks bitterly and angry. Furious at the universe, at the world and its stupid natural disasters. At Shannon for having died and Buck for not being there and at himself for being angry at them for something they can't control. 

Grief is funny and wicked like that. 

"Dad, I'm scared." Chris whispers in a small voice and Eddie makes a hurt noise in his throat, coming to lay with him and wrapping him in a tight hug. 

"I'm scared too," he admits. 

"Buck saved me." 

"I know, mijo. I know he did." 

"What if he's dead?" This time Chris' voice is so low that Eddie barely hears it. "Like mom." 

"We can't think like that yet, Superman." Eddie sighs, feeling like he's way out of his depth here. "Buck might just be lost right now, waiting for us to find him." 

"What if he's not?" 

There's a few beats of thick, syrupy silence streatching kn between them and then Eddie thinks—

"Hey, you know what makes me feel better?" 

"What?"

"I've been calling Buck— It goes straight to voicemail, because his phone is probably dead at this point." Eddie says, wondering if this might fuck up Chris even more or actually help. "But it makes me feel like I'm talking to him, like I'm doing something instead of just waiting for bad news, you know?" 

Chris moves and pulls away just enough so he's looking him in the eye and nods, a sad frown on his face. 

"You wanna give it a try?" 

"Yeah…" Chris hesitates but then says louder and firmer— "Yeah, I wanna do that." 

Eddie nods and pulls out his phone again, dialing Buck. Of course, it goes straight to voicemail again. 

"Hey! It's Back here! I'll get back to you as soon as I can but in the meantime leave your— Hey Chim, stop it! That's my food! Hands off, man!" 

"Hey, Buck." Eddie says softly. 

"Hi, Buck." Chris follows, his lower lip trembling. "Thanks for saving me today." 

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seven-ish sentences sunday! 📜🎥

tagged by @prince-buck-diaz @spotsandsocks @hippolotamus @panbuckley @wildlife4life <33

here's more from author!buck and actor!eddie au, plus another moodboard bc i cannot stop.

(also, if you wanna be tagged on this fic once i post, interact with this post)

"Can you read for Gabriel in Scene 23, where he's talking to officer Blake Scatorccio?" Chimney says, looking up from his notes. "Buck will read opposite to you." 

"Yeah, okay." Eddie swallows thickly. In the first books, Gabriel and Blake only have a few scenes, but in the second book their relationship grows stronger. 

Some fans even think the author might be building up to a romantic relationship, claiming it's a slow burn. Eddie isn't sure and he hasn't asked Buck, but just the idea of doing this scene with him makes his nerves set on fire. 

He'll be acting out Buck's words, words the man took time and effort and that he created oh so carefully, so masterfully. Eddie will be telling them to him, looking him in the eye and thinking— what exactly? 

"Eddie? Are you ready?" Buck raises an eyebrow at him. 

"Yeah, Ready." 

Buck clears his throat and starts the scene. 

"Gabe? What are you doing here?" 

"I'm dropping all of the evidence I gathered with Pipe in these last few months." He sighs, feeling as defeated as Gabriel does in the scene. "I just— I can't do it anymore." 

Buck frowns at him, just like he pictures Blake would be doing in the book. "What? You're just gonna give up?" 

"I can't keep going like this! Chasing after some psycho, being haunted by my wife's ghost. I—" Eddie runs a hand through his hair and pulls back. "I need to think of my son, okay? I can't keep doing your job for you, Officer Scatorccio." He sneers. He evokes every feeling of grief and frustration he felt when Shannon first left him with no warning, except for a note. He brings up every feeling of insecurity and of not being good enough to the surface, every feeling of rage and fury that's been simmering under the surface for longer than Eddie is willing to admit, and he pours them all into Gabriel's character. 

In the book and in the script, Blake gets impossibly closer to Gabriel, grabbing him by the arm and stopping him from walking away. In real life, Buck remains seated a few feet away from him. 

Eddie tries not to be disappointed. This is an audition after all and Buck is just reading the lines to move Eddie through the scene, that's how it goes. It's just business. 

"My hands are tied and you know it. The whole police department can't go after just one person, Gabe. You know that. We have too many cases and—" 

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie can see Chimney. The director held in a rare thrall, the tip of his glasses inserted between his full, dreamy lips, that ankle crossed over the opposite knee, jiggling, jiggling. He looks impressed, Eddie thinks. Maybe. 

"And what?" 

"I think you're close. I think you are stronger and smarter than any one of us— You're extraordinary, Gabriel Alvarez and I am in awe of you every single day. You can't just give up." Buck gazes up at him, a smile gracing his lips, a small and barely there thing that doesn't really match the scene but Eddie can't bring himself to mind. 

"You are too good with words, Officer Scatorccio. But I don't know if I can trust them." Eddie looks down at the script, and then back up at Buck. "I don't know if I can trust you."

"Gabe, I—" And that's the end of the scene. Blake's partner interrupts them, claiming they need to go and Gabriel is left alone at the station. Confused and hopeless. 

Eddie takes a deep breath, telling himself it's over and he gave the scene the best he had. And he thinks he did pretty well— He thinks he did amazing, losing himself in the scene and in Buck's eyes, and hope sizzles under his skin, strong and powerful. 

"That was amazing, Eddie. You really seem to get the character." Chimney smiles at him, forcing him to look away from Buck. "It's really a beautiful thing to see." 

"Thanks." Eddie fidgets with the script. He knows they won't make a decision right then and there, and certainly not in front of him, but something keeps him frozen in place. 

His feet refuse to walk away. 

Hope inside of him moves and weaves through his system like a hurricane, not wanting to leave. 

"You really do understand Gabriel, Eddie." Buck speaks. "That was— Well, I guess Blake Scatorccio said it. Extraordinary." Buck says softly, maybe too soft for what the moment calls. "Thank you." 

Thank God it's dark in the rear of the studio. No one can see the tomato-colored tidal wave surging up Eddie's neck.

"Again, thanks so much for the opportunity." Eddie says, feeling his lips dry up. "I, uh— Yeah. Thanks." He awkwardly waves and turns away, hope trailing behind him like a neon sign showing how much he needs, how much he wants this. He wonders if they can see it. He wonders if they care. 

He thinks Buck might. 

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buddie + longing for each other

Speeches for Dr Frankenstein, Margaret Atwood // O Small Sad Ecstasy of Love by Anne Carson // Homer, The Iliad, Book 19, line 381

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also, for the future, if you want to be tagged on the author buck! actor eddie! au, please interact with this post (like, reblog or comment) 💗

here's a snippet and a moodboard for the ones who don't know what i'm talking about

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wip sentences fuck it friday!🪐

tagged by @hippolotamus 💗 thanks love

i've been tagged all of this week but been too busy with finals and surgery to be online or write much. but! ive been resting and finally had some inspiration, so here's a moodboard and a lil snippet!! <33

this is for my author buck! actor eddie! au 🎥📜

"Feel ready for your audition?"

"Yeah, I think so." Eddie runs a hand through his hair and stretches in his place, his shirt lifting up the slightest bit and gracing Buck with the smallest sight of tan skin.

He swallows hard and looks away.

And the realization hits him—

They'll see each other again at the audition. Buck stops and takes a deep breath, suddenly anxious and nervous.

Eddie raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "Are you okay, man?"

"Yeah, just—" Buck huffs. "Remembered something."

"What?"

"It's not important. I'm okay." He shakes his shoulders, trying to ket loose and relax himself. It's okay. They barely know each other, surely Eddie won't be mad.

And even if he is, why does Buck care so much? Why is he already so affected by the idea of what this man might think of him?

So many questions, so little answers.

The flight attendants call their attention to the plane’s descent and both Eddie and Buck quickly repack their bags and return their tables to the upright position.

In a matter of a few short moments, the plane has landed safely on the ground and they are taxiing toward the landing gate.

“Hey, so I’m really glad you didn’t turn out to be a creepy stalker.” Eddie says, turning to face him in the final moments aboard the airplane. "I, uh, really enjoyed talking to you."

Buck grins, bashfully. "Me too. And hey! Maybe I lied and I am actually a creepy stalker. You've fallen into my trap, that was the plan all along. I've seduced you into a false sense of safety." He crunches up his nose and shakes his head. "You know what, that was funnier in my head but in reality it sounded really weird and psychotic. Please forget I ever said that."

Eddie laughs. "You're a dork."

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made my way to a life i would choose

buck/eddie | explicit | 6/6, 34.9k words | complete

In which Eddie transfers from his station to the Dispatch Center to be the LAFD Liaison, change is hard, staying away from Dispatcher Evan Buckley is even harder and not falling in love with the man is god-damned impossible. Eddie makes his way to a life he would choose and to a family who will choose him back. or affectionately called the buddie at dispatch fic <3

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fic rec friday fun! 💌

rules: share the links to your wonderful words with the most hits/most kudos/most comments/most bookmarks /most words/least words

tagged by @spotsandsocks @littlebitofdiaz @prince-buck-diaz and @bekkachaos 💗

most hits, most kudos and most bookmarks

and this is when the feeling sinks in ( i don't wanna miss you like this ) mature | 17.4k words

Buck was supposed to come home in a couple months, pretty close to Eddie's birthday. He was finishing his tour with the Navy and then they'll get their happy ending. That's how it was supposed to go.

Then two officers showed up at Eddie's door with a flag and thanking his husband for serving their country.

And everything changed.

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believe in one thing (i won't go away) mature | 24k words

"I think— I think we should go to therapy. Together." Eddie says one night and takes Buck completely by surprise. "Therapy? Together?" "Yeah, like, couple's therapy or something. Frank told me he can recommend someone for us." "Eddie…" Buck says slowly, as if he's trying to explain the hardest math problem in the universe to a five year old. "We're not, uh— We're not a couple." "No, I know." Eddie frowns and looks down, fidgeting with the beer in between his hands. "But we're partners." He says, this time a lot lower that Buck barely hears it. "Right?"

or; the one where buck is figuring out stuff after waking up from a coma, eddie misses his best friend and they go to couple's therapy.

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made my way to a life i would choose | explicit | 26.1k words

In which Eddie transfers from his station to the Dispatch Center to be the LAFD Liaison, change is hard, staying away from Dispatcher Evan Buckley is even harder and not falling in love with the man is god-damned impossible. Eddie makes his way to a life he would choose and to a family who will choose him back. or affectionately called the buddie at dispatch fic <3

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I'm the one on the phone as you whisper | teen and up | 1.2k words (it has 999 kudos so if someone wanted to go and read it and leave a kudo i wouldn't complain about it 👀)

"Hey, how do you feel about an impromptu romantic date at a fancy restaurant with the love of your life?" He asks once he hears the call has been picked up. There's silence on the other line for longer than it's normal and Buck is about to check if Hen hang up on him when someone finally speaks— and Buck suddenly feels sick to his stomach. "Okay." Says the voice that is certainly not Hen's. The voice that's been haunting Buck's every dream for forever. "Eddie?" Buck chokes out, stuttering and hoping to God it's not him. "Yeah…" Of course it is..Buck looks up at his ceiling again, cursing the damn universe and its awful sense of humor. He's sure its laughing at him at this point. "Why? D-Did you mean to call someone else?"

or: Buck's date cancels but he has already made the restaurant reservation, so he decides to call Hen and ask if she'd like to take Karen there. He dials the wrong number. It all works in the end.

honorary mention to famous buck au bc it might not fit in any of this categories but it's still one of my fave fics i've written:

he never thinks of me (except when i'm on TV) mature | 18.1k words

"I have been in love, yes." He says after the most torturous of seconds. "Would you mind expanding on that?" Buck hesitates for a few seconds and then Eddie sees the exact moment he decides 'fuck it' as he straightens in his seat. "There was this guy in high school. He was my best friend." Wait. Hold on. Eddie freezes. Is Buck— Is Buck talking about him? or: In which Eddie finds out years later that his unrequited feelings for his high school best friend were not actually unrequited, Buck is stupidly famous now and they pine. They get there in the end, they just need to get their timing right. Inspired by the prompt: “you’re famous and just got asked if you were ever in love this should be good– WAIT WHAT."

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made my way to a life i would choose

buck/eddie | explicit | 4/6, 26.1k words

In which Eddie transfers from his station to the Dispatch Center to be the LAFD Liaison, change is hard, staying away from Dispatcher Evan Buckley is even harder and not falling in love with the man is god-damned impossible. Eddie makes his way to a life he would choose and to a family who will choose him back. or affectionately called the buddie at dispatch fic <3

CHAPTER FOUR (read on ao3)

His eyes flicker down and he leans just that tiny bit more.

Their lips are almost touching, almost brushing against each other, the space between them not almost non-existent, so small that Eddie can feel the anticipation rising inside of him, crawling and wrapping around his heart.

"Eddie." Buck whispers, a little bit like an oath. Like something precious that he wants to protect.

Eddie doesn't think anyone ever has said his name that way.

It almost feels like there's a precipice and Eddie is standing on the ledge, about to jump, and hoping Buck is ready to catch him.

"Dad! We're home!"

They jump, Buck withdrawing his leg from Eddie's lap as if he's just been burned.

or,

they both have some issues and insecurities to deal with, but they figure it out. together.

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inspiration saturday! 🪐

tagged by @panbuckley and @prince-buck-diaz 💗

this is for my presumed dead buck fic! it'll have a happy ending, i promise!

Buck disappears after the tsunami. It's been almost a year and Eddie and Chris are still grieving, still missing that fundamental part of their family.

They visit his grave every week, they talk about all the good memories, they cry and they laugh and they remember their Buck as their chests tighten with grief and love, nostalgia and longing, fondness and sadness.

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made my way to a life i would choose

for @monsterrae1 look bitch!! i'm finally gifting you a fic!! 💗

buck/eddie | explicit | 1/6, 7.6k words

In which Eddie transfers from his station to the Dispatch Center to be the LAFD Liaison, change is hard, staying away from Dispatcher Evan Buckley is even harder and not falling in love with the man is god-damned impossible. Eddie makes his way to a life he would choose and to a family who will choose him back. or alternatively, affectionately, called the buddie at dispatch fic <3

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wip fuck it sentences friday sunday(?

ive been tagged all of this week and I don't think i posted anything??? sooo here's the buddie at dispatch cover and a snippet <33

uhhh tagged by a lot of ppl I cant remember rn sorry.

"Did you have fun today?" Buck asks, soft and quiet as he starts driving, his hands on the steering wheel steady and his gaze on the road in front of them. 

"Yeah, it was fun." Eddie answers just as quiet as to not wake Chris up. "I've had a few Fire Service Days back at my station but nothing like this. You guys are… something else." Eddie exhales, almost chuckling but it's too breathy and low to be considered that. 

"Yeah, the 118 is special." The fondness is dripping from Buck's tone. "You know, I was kind of an asshole before I started working there— I was too cocky for my own good, reckless and impulsive in the worst way possible." He sighs and Eddie turns to look at him, his eyes tracing Buck's profile carefully under the glow of the street lights streaming through the car windows.  "Yeah?" 

"Oh, for sure. It kinda felt like I was just starting to get my shit together when the truck bombing happened, that's my luck." Buck huffs out a laugh and shakes his head as if he can't believe how stupid his younger self was. "I actually got fired once, believe it or not." 

"Wait, seriously? Did— Bobby? Bobby fired you?" 

"Yeah, like I said, I was cocky and young and dumb and—" Buck sighs again as he makes a turn when Eddie instructs him to. "I made a lot of mistakes and Bobby was kind enough to give me a second chance. Hell, to be completely honest, he probably gave me a thousand chances." 

"You guys seem close." "We are." Buck side eyes him and grins, barely there— his lips just slightly twitching upwards. "The 118 is my family… and they could be yours too." 

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