I had some time these last two days and so it was time for me to begin with the Buddie fic recs. This is the first one, more to come in the future (don't know when, honestly, I usually organize my fics folder when I have time/when I feel like doing it). Enjoy 💚
PS: I usually tag the authors, but sometimes I forget to do it, I'm sorry but I'm a bit chaotic.
Don’t Want no Other Shade of Blue But You [Words: 11050] by @fangkinkdiaz
This is an entire series, complete, and I suggest to read it all because it’s perfect.
“You can’t go see your son like this.”
That gives Buck pause. “He’s not—he’s not my son.”
“Isn’t he, though?” she says.
And part of Buck wants to argue, but a bigger part of him thinks, isn’t he, though? Not by blood, sure, or legally, but in all the ways that matter, Christopher is as good as his son.
Hungry For Your Love [Words: 1847] by @evcndiaz
I'm so in love with this one. It makes me laugh every single time I read it. Also the characters are so perfectly portraited it's like reading the script of an episode.
prompt: "who’s gonna write a fanfic where chris is not cooperating with buck and eddie accidentally says “listen to your dad?" or; breadsticks are a metaphor for love and boning
Habits [Words: 4926]
I read this over and over again. I loved it so much it became a comfort fic for me.
Buck's not sure what's going on when Eddie starts kissing him on the head after a rough call, only now it's A Thing, and it's a thing Buck would very much like to continue if he knew what it meant.
(or another Buddie fic where everyone knows except Buck.)
Fire on Fire [Words: 6668]
Absolutely one of my favourites. It's very well written.
"You’re sleeping with him.”
“I’m not—” Eddie rolls his eyes and corrects himself halfway through. “I’m not sleeping with him like that, okay?”
Sophia looks at him for a long moment as her gaze turns from teasing to thoughtful.
“But you want to be. Right?”
[Or: Buck and Eddie get in the habit of sharing a bed while living together during quarantine. It's platonic until it isn't.]
To Build a Home we deconstruct our rituals [Words: 44248]
I really enjoyed this fic. More like a journey. I loved the way Eddie has been portraited.
After the shooting, Eddie realizes he needs to put some things in place. Like who will get his assets if he dies. Who will speak for him if he ends up in a coma. What might happen if his family contests Buck's guardianship. Luckily, he's got a simple easy-peasy solution that won't result in insanity, catastrophe, or heartbreak:
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Pineapple Household | Buck
♡ Day Four: Humor for @911readerinsertweek!
♡ Pairing: Buck/Reader
♡ Genre: Humor (Attempted anyways)
♡ Word Count: 1.3k
♡ Warnings: Being stuck in a tree
♡ Summary: “You’ve been calmly discussing what we’ll have for dinner whilst you’re stuck in a tree?”
“Well, I’ll be hungry when I get down!”
♡ Note: Attempts at humor were made for day four ;p, Enjoy!
You hummed quietly to yourself as you locked the front door behind you, headed for the elevators down the hall. It was about a quarter to eight and you were walking over to the mini-mart not too far from your place. You were prepping for dinner tonight and had realized you were all out of butter, which you would need for the alfredo pasta, Buck’s favorite.
He’d just let you know he’d be home soon, and despite dating your boyfriend for half a year now, a simple text from him always sent excitement and happiness flowing through you. Having dinner together after both of you’d had a long day at work was something you always looked forward to.
“Shit, I should have grabbed a bigger jacket,” you muttered as you made it out of your apartment complex, the fall air cold against your skin. “Maybe I’ll just take that shortcut through the park.”
You made a turn left down the street, knowing the area by heart as you entered South Central Park, eyeing the beautiful scenery around you. It was one of your favorite places to go when you needed to think, with lots of benches and trees to sit against comfortably.
It was currently deserted, but as you passed by a pack of trees the sound of a frightened meow caught your ears.
Passing for a moment, you quirked your head to the side, listening intently to the concerning sound. More meows followed, each sounding frantic, and causing you to move closer to the trees, squinting to try to find the source.
There atop one of the highest branches in the large tree was a small white tabby cat clinging on to the branch for dear life. The poor thing was clearly trapped and couldn’t get down from where it had climbed up to.
Worry instantly filled you at the sight as you knew the cat might not survive a fall from this height, and without thinking about it, you began scrambling up the tree after it.
As a child, you’d loved climbing trees and that love had transferred into rock and mountain climbing, which was something you often did with Buck. Therefore, it wasn’t too difficult for you to make the trek up, adrenaline and urgency speeding you up the entire way.
You were sure to be careful as you stopped in front of the branch the cat was on, reaching one upward to raise your body onto it. The branch wasn’t as thick or stable as you would have liked, but you managed to climb on top of it and get yourself into a slightly uncomfortable seating position.
The cat peered at you wide-eyed as you turned towards it, still looking scared and staying where it clung to.
“Here kitty kitty, c’mon over here, everything is okay now,” you cooed gently, offering your palm out for it.
You noted it wore a pink collar that read ‘Sprinkles’, most likely an outside cat that escaped from the owner’s house.
“It’s okay Sprinkles, you’re going to be just fine,” you assured again, leaning forward a bit as you urged her to sniff your palm.
She seemed to debate it for a moment, before deciding to slowly claw her way over to you, crawling onto your lap and pawing at your shirt. Chuckling at its cuteness you wrapped your arms around Sprinkles gently, snuggling the small animal against your chest, and letting out a sigh of relief that you had managed to save her.
Only after you’d pet her a few times, did you come to the realization that there was no way for you to get down with the cat in your hands. Shifting uneasily, you stiffened as the branch creaked under your weight.
Fuck. It might be possible that you didn’t think this all the way through.
Inhaling deeply, you stroked the cat’s back once more, only to have it let out a long meow, before jumping out of your arms and onto the tree trunk. Fear gripped your heart at Sprinkle’s actions, only to watch in shock as the animal slowly, but surely made its way down, safe and sound. Without your help.
You watched as Sprinkles sat down pretty in front of the tree, watching you with innocent eyes as she licked at her front paw.
“Why you little…” you started, subconsciously leaning forward, which again caused the branch to shudder.
You knew if you even attempted to move and climb down, it would break before you could get a grip on the tree trunk. What should you do? Call 911 or Buck? Was that technically cheating to call your boyfriend if he was a firefighter? You didn’t know and you didn’t care.
Carefully slipping your phone out of your front pocket, you called Buck.
He answered on the third ring.
His smooth voice only brought you comfort, and you found to stay composed as you responded.
“Hey, baby, what are you up to? You busy?”
“I’m about to head out of the station. You cooking dinner?”
“Uh, yeah about that, I dunno if I’ll be able to cook tonight. We’ll probably have to get take out. Maybe that pizza place you like or Italian.”
“That’s fine baby, I’m good with either, but I thought you wanted to make pasta?”
“Um, I did, but I’m a bit preoccupied currently.”
Buck had been moving around, but you heard him pause at your words, his tone shifting to worried.
“What do you mean? Is everything okay?”
“Oh I’m fine,” you quickly assured, letting out a tense laugh, “it’s just that I headed out to grab some butter from the mini-mart, but on the way there I noticed a cat was stuck in a tree.”
“Oh shit, did you already contact Animal Control?”
Animal Control? Oh yeah, that existed and you should have done that. Hindsight is twenty-twenty or in this case, a buck twenty.
“That probably would have been a good idea… but no, I climbed up the tree after Sprinkles,” You admitted after a moment.
“Aw, that’s a cute name, but next time just call a professional baby, you could’ve gotten hurt.”
“Yeah, funnily enough after I got to her, she kinda easily made her way down.”
“That’s what usually happens, but at least you’re both alright.”
You cringed, not yet wanting to confess that you were still in the tree, but knowing you needed to.
In the background, you heard Hen’s familiar voice ask, “What’s going on?”
The line clicked as Buck placed the phone on speaker.
“___ climbed up a tree trying to save a cat, and then it got down on its own,” Buck explained with a buckle.
“Cats these days,” Hen scoffed in reply.
You decided this might be a good time to clear up the misunderstanding.
“Yeah, the thing is I’m still in the tree… I’m stuck.”
The line went quiet for a good few seconds after that, followed by Buck, Hen, and you think Bobby saying, “What?!”
Buck turned the phone off the speaker at that, saying in disbelief, “You’ve been calmly discussing what we’ll have for dinner whilst you’re stuck in a tree?”
“Well, I’ll be hungry when I get down!”
“Oh my god,” he muttered, “baby, just tell me what park you’re at? And stay as still as you possibly can, branches are not always as sturdy as they look.”
In the background, you could hear the sound of Buck climbing into the rig, along with Bobby shouting orders.
“Yeah, I figured that out,” you sighed, “I’m at South Central Park… Please come quickly, baby.”
“Okay, we’re going to be there in about ten minutes. Sit tight, sweetheart. By the way, I’m in the mood for pizza.”
“Good choice, me too. Black olive pizza sounds amazing right now.”
“Not this again, ___. How many times do I have to tell you we’re a pineapple on pizza household?!”
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Do you have any good 911 whump fic recs?
OMG I have sooo many fic recs for 911. Okay so these are all Buck whump because I love him best. If you wanted Eddie whump or whump for anyone else I don't really have anything for that sorry.
Flare Up by actually18pigeons: Off of a chronic pain prompt - Buck has a flareup sometime between healing from the accident and being reinstated. Pre-lawsuit, pre-Buddie (but there's definitely mutual feelings).
Attack from Behind by Shearmouth: For Whumptober Day 6: "Stop, please." Most days, it's nothing. A twinge if he lands on it wrong, an ache during rainstorms. Other days, Buck can't breathe.
Radio Silence by madamewriterofwrongs: “Don’t worry, we’re on our way to you.” “No.” His halting voice echoed through the radios gathered around the truck and everyone stopped. Eddie kept running. “The whole quadrant’s unstable. Sweep’s done. It’s not safe.” Bobby was going to have a long talk with him about his self-sacrificing habits. For now, he kept his words calm and authoritative; for both their sakes. “None of that, you just hold still. Are you injured?” There was silence. Around him, the paramedics and firefighters of the 118 waited with bated breath. “Pretty bad.” There was little humor in his voice, though they could hear him trying. “My head. And uh, hahaha,” his laughter came as a gust of air. “I’ve been impaled?”
Stolen Moments of Time by SilvertonguedClotpole: Another divergence to the tsunami episode to add to the ever growing collection on here! The 118 crew are working away, busy and tired but hopeful for rest and thoughts of going home to their families, safe. That is, until Eddie picks up a photo, discarded and lost within the debris of the tsunami. Maybe he can reunite it with a family once all of this is over...turning it and glimpsing the faces sends a cataclysmic reaction through him. It's Buck and Chris. They were at the pier. And so, instead of working blissfully as in the episodes, the 118 have to work with the fear in their hearts and minds of their own being in one of the black bags. Camera footage reassures them before ripping hope away again. On the other end, Buck is beginning to give up until he finds Chris and everything is ok once more. Or is it? With emergency services aware one of their own is out there, all eyes are open and alert. And then the 118 get the call. "Affirmative. Go get your boys Nash!"
What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger...Right? by McGeekLover: Behind the Scenes: What we didn't and should've seen when the screen went black. OR Four Times we could've seen so much more Buck Whump, Eddie caring and 118 protectiveness and one time it could've been a lot worse.
denial's hard, breathing's harder carefulren: After a water rescue that almost ends badly, Buck comes down with a cold. At least, that's what he keeps telling himself despite getting worse.
death by blood thinners by carefulren: Buck cuts his arm during a rescue, but he doesn't realize until Eddie walks in on him half-naked in the locker room and covered in blood.
Another Head Hangs Lowly, Child Is Slowly Taken... and the Violence Causes Silence (Who Are We Mistaken?) by Huntress8611: “Buck, how we doing?” Hen asked, crouching next to him. “Uh, kinda numb,” he grunted. That wasn’t exactly the truth, and his vision swam as Hen inserted two IVs, the pain in his leg getting worse by the second.
Bring Me Back by Stennerd: It's been months since the tsunami and Buck had been doing just fine. All it took was walking through water to bring it all crashing back.
Buckle Up Buck by PurpleIsAFlavor: with the amount of trouble Buck seems to find its no secret that the 118 family can get a little protective.
Let That Lonely Feeling Wash Away by 221BSunsetTowers: After the fight with Eddie in the grocery store, Buck drops a glass jar and cuts his hand. Buck's just too tired, thinks he's just too tiring, to do anything but buy some gauze and plan on bandaging himself up at home. Buck's not really thinking about the blood thinners he's still on when the blood loss makes him collapse outside the store, right in front of Eddie.
Bruised But Not Beaten by JustSmileStuffHappens (ksz13): Prompt: Post lawsuit, Buck is persona non grata at the house to everyone except for Hen. Bobby orders him to do the worst chores, some that leave Buck bruised all over, with the blood thinners making them worse. One day while Buck has to take a shower after a particularly nasty chore, some of the other firefighters steal his clothes and towels. Bobby is not happy about that but before he can do anything, Buck comes out nude with his bruises on vivid display. Eddie rushes to cover him. ANGST!
Safe by MadalineGrace: Arguably, a fire station was one of the safest places to be. Where else could someone be surrounded by powerful rescue equipment, stores of medical supplies, and a dozen highly trained first responders? In the event of an emergency, there were few places Buck would rather be. Maybe his love for the job had clouded his thinking, lulled him into a false sense of security, he mused as he stared at the growing lake of blood beneath him. After today, it was safe to say that that illusion had been shattered…
the urgency of now by wayfarer: Buck is pretty sure the universe is actively trying to murder him at this point. There’s just no other explanation. In the last two years he has been blown up and subsequently crushed by a fire truck, suffered from a pulmonary embolism, nearly drowned in a tsunami and now this. How many times can he almost die before it stops being an accident and starts being some kind of cosmic hit put out on his life? Or, a building collapses on Buck and Eddie. Confessions ensue.
This Life We Choose by nighting_gale17: Finale fix-it fic When a bomb blows up a firetruck, Buck finds himself helpless, trapped underneath the ladder truck. Freddie is a little more broken and a lot more vengeful this time around. +the fire fam scenes we were robbed of
Whiplash by soft_satan: She parked near him and got out, avoiding the puddle as she approached him. Hands on her hips, she shook her head in pity. “What on earth happened to you?” He looked up at her with a pained smile, his shoulders instantly sagging with relief at the sight of her. “I got carjacked.” ... Thanks to a lack of communication, a horrific accident leads the team to fear the worst.
Bucky bear by wolfypuppypiles: Buck is still struggling with nightmares after the tsunami and Eddie and Christopher come up with a plan to help him feel safe at night.
My heads above the water but there's water in my mouth by wolfypuppypiles: The apartment was silent as she entered and it didn’t take long to find her brother, sitting frozen at the table. He was in the same clothes she’d seen him in when she’d gotten to the VA hospital, same dirt and blood covered skin and angry looking wounds. She sucked in a breath at the sight of him and dropped her bags on the floor, making her way over to him and dropping to her knees at his feet. “Oh my god, Evan. Have you been here since yesterday?” Yes. Yes he had.
Good People, Bad Parents by dateleggy: Eddie nods in agreement. “I remember I cut my sister’s hair into these ugly ass bangs when I was around Christopher’s age. It was right before picture day, too, I was grounded for like a month.” Buck looks at him, surprised. “Just grounded? I would have gotten the hard side of the belt for something like that. Or at least made to sleep outside.”
Will I Ever Be More Than I've Always Been? by Princessfbi:
“Hi Athena,” Buck mumbled from behind the icepack. “This isn’t what it looks like.” “It looks like you’ve been in a fight and the black and blue you’re wearing is telling me you didn’t win.” Buck blinked at her before he winced again. “Please don’t tell Bobby.
"I Am Not Afraid To Understand You by ShyAudacity: This guy, whoever he is, is swaying where he stands ten feet in front of the truck. Looks like he just barely made it out of a doomsday machine in one piece- but that’s not giving him much credit. The white t-shirt and sweatpants he’s wearing hang loosely on him and his feet are bare. Just from watching him stand Eddie can tell that he’s favoring his right leg over his left. His head swivels in the direction of Eddie’s car, but the man just blinks owlishly; like he’s not registering any of this. What the hell is going on? Eddie gets out of his car as his firefighter instincts start to kick in, already asking, “Hey, man- are you okay?”
We Lived Through the Wreck of Our Hearts by soft_satan: When the door to the supply closet burst open, Eddie skidded to a stop only feet away from them, his blood turning ice cold in his veins. A tall, wild eyed man had an arm wrapped around Buck’s neck and a gun pressed to the side of his head
call to arms by renecdote: “For the record,” Buck says immediately, thick through the stitches in his lip, “this wasn’t my fault.” Maddie’s eyes sweep over him, assessing, before her lips settle into a frown. “For the record,” she mimics, “I’m getting really sick of seeing you in a hospital bed.” Buck gets hurt on a call. Maddie meets him at the hospital.
The Wolf That's Yet To Howl by Princessfbi: “If one of you assholes takes another step, I’m pushing this kid over the edge. Do you understand?” Wide, terrified blue eyes dropped to stare at the speeding congested freeway below before leveling back up towards the gun in his face. Set during Season One and Buck's first real scare on the job.
Come Rain or Come Shineby Anonymous: Post-Season 3 Buck found himself alone in his apartment at the end of a 24h shift. Again. While it had been a few months since he had dropped the lawsuit and been reinstated, he couldn’t help but feel like things weren’t quite as they used to be before the truck bombing and everything that followed. Buck maybe wasn’t the brightest, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew well enough he had brought this upon himself. OR Buck struggles with his place within the team as he is forced to confront events from his past he might not have been ready to deal with.
Forgetting to Eat by Wolvesta: This isn't the first time it happens, but damn does it suck OR: Buck forgets to eat
Mother Hen's Bootcamp by Starrylizard: He felt his foot go out from under him, there was a brief intense pain and then time slowed down as he was falling toward concrete unable to stop himself.
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Hello everyone, welcome to your week of smut writing: July 12-18, 2021. We hope you have fun and have fun reading. Your prompts for each day are as follows. Feel free to skip a day of you don’t want to and also feel free to be as creative as you like. There is a golden rule of no incest, pedophilia, or using any children in the shows. If you do have special kinks or things you want to use in your stories please just give the proper warning. As long as you make aware of what you are writing, we are fine with that!!
Day One: A scene from the show that you think should have added a sex scene before cutting, or a gap filler to what you think should have been there. You can also write to one of the scenes that did happen using your own visual...
Day Two: Handcuffs, sex toys, anything you want to incorporate into a pwp and/or have a plot too. ;)
Day Three: “I don’t know if you’re into that but...”
Day Four: Food of choice, chocolate, whip cream, ice cream, etc, anything your heart desires.
Day Five: Sex in a public place. (writer’s choice if they want them to get caught!)
Day Six: The most randomest place to have sex, ie: on the fire truck, in the police car, or the most random place you want. / + a little humor if you want to add, “I can’t believe we just did that...”
Day Seven: Writer’s Choice! Do what you will within reason, we trust you.
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for the 5+1: You sure you don't wanna go to the hospital?
So sorry this took so long! I hope you like it.
“You sure you don't wanna go to the hospital?”
The question is garbled through gritted teeth as Buck crumples against the wall, arms doubled over his mid-section. A few feet away, Maddie is reclined on the couch, lips pressed in a firm line, hand sweeping rhythmically over her contracting belly. She grunts at the firmness there, but leans back in a half-successful attempt to relax as she inhales slowly. “It’s just Braxton Hicks...been having them for weeks. I have no idea how you’re feeling them, Buck.”
Chim taps on his phone, either searching google or texting Hen. “Sympathy pains? It can happen when people are really close, bonded.”
“Aww, Buck, that’s so sweet,” Maddie sing-songs from the couch.
Buck groans as a particularly harsh pain hits, and his right arm flails for something to grip. He ends up crushing the foliage of Chim’s beloved aloe plant, goo from its bladed leave oozing between its fingers. “This is obscene.”
Maddie takes a few meditative breaths. “You were crushed by a firetruck.”
“You were trached in a restaurant with a steak knife.”
“You got your ass kicked by a tsunami,” Hen screams from the speakerphone.
Buck swipes sweat from his brow as the pain relents, for now, and slides down the wall to the floor. “And this is a million times worse. Maddie, when you go into labor, please don’t call me.”
“I don’t think I’ll need to,” Maddie grins, rubbing her belly.
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buddie, 9k, trapped in an elevator
Eddie rolls his eyes as he follows Buck into the elevator. Sure, he had suggested taking the stairs, but he doesn’t really care one way or another. And he’s certain the universe cares even less. “You really believe that crap? Signs from the universe and all that?”
“Sure.” Buck hits the button for the bottom floor of the parking garage, where they had parked, and the quiet whirring of the elevator starts up. “I think I have to believe everything happens for a reason. Predestined path or whatever. ”
Eddie scoffs. “You sound like a Catholic.”
OR The universe puts Eddie and Buck on time out until they get their act together.
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Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz
Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Isabel Diaz, Original Male Character(s), Shannon Diaz, Castiel (Supernatural), was mentioned
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Married Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Gun Violence, Major Character Injury, Not Beta Read, bury me under all my grammatical mistakes, Dad Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Eddie Diaz, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, Family Feels, Blood and Injury, Injured Evan "Buck" Buckley, Worried Eddie Diaz, Feels, Injury, Canonical Character Death, References to Supernatural (TV), Castiel Mention, Heaven, Afterlife, Not Really Character Death, Eddie Diaz Is A Good Father
Buck finally meets Shannon.
Will she has the answer or will Buck forever be a lost cause?
I FINALLY DID IT! A NEW CHAPTER IS UP! *squeelllsss*
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nothing can stop me 😤
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partially inspired by this fic by @capseycartwright. special thanks to my love @zeethebooknerd ❤
buck/eddie, 1108 words, fluff.
the first time they kiss is when chris and eddie have had a fight, and eddie’s in the kitchen upset and spiralling and doubting himself, and buck reassures him and comforts him and promises that he's not going anywhere. it’s small, it’s quick, barely noticeable among buck's words and the way he has their foreheads pressed together, but it warms eddie to his core.
they don't talk about it.
maybe it's for the best — maybe they're not ready, but it's okay because christopher comes out and he and eddie apologise to each other and eddie still has his family. he still has his son in his arms, and he still has buck, with fond glances and soft touches and seamless partnership and his friendship.
(if his gaze lingers sometimes, if every time he touches buck he wants to grab on and never let go, well. he’ll tell buck one day.
he's just not ready yet.)
the second time they kiss is also in eddie’s house.
(he’s starting to think this house, his home, will always contain traces of buck. he wouldn’t want it any other way.)
they’re off shift, and his son is asleep down the hall, and he and buck are lounging on the couch, half-ignoring whatever movie’s playing on the screen in favour of just existing with each other, and eddie thinks this is the most relaxed he’s ever been. it’s been a perfect evening, extremely domestic in its simplicity, and maybe it should scare him — the level of comfort and dependency he has with his best friend — but instead it just makes him feel secure.
a loud sound from the tv startles him out of his musings, and he rolls his head against the back of the couch to turn to buck to find him looking right back at eddie, mirroring his position on the couch as his eyes twinkle.
they both lean in at the same time. it’s a little longer this time round, and eddie has time to wonder at the softness of buck’s lips and the warmth of his skin before they break apart to beam at each other.
they still don’t talk about it.
(and it’s not like eddie’s unsure of his feelings for buck, but he’s definitely not sure of himself, and he knows buck has his own hang ups too, so. they don’t talk about it, and they keep being companions and partners on and off the field and whatever this something-more-than-friends zone is that they’ve found themselves in.)
the third time almost doesn’t count, except eddie can’t stop thinking about it.
it’s been a rough call, and as they all return to the station and get cleaned up, and bobby heads to his office to call athena and hen and chim head upstairs to watch one of their dumb reality shows, eddie waits in the locker room for buck to come out of the showers.
he’s so wrapped up in his own thoughts, though, that he doesn’t even notice buck’s footsteps until his shadow falls across his lap and eddie looks up from the ground to see him in shorts and an (is that eddie’s?) lafd hoodie and damp hair. buck wordlessly holds out a hand and eddie lets himself be pulled up, but instead of keeping him still, buck uses the momentum to wrap his arms around his waist and pull him into a hug. eddie folds himself around him in return, feels his partner relax into him and bury his head in the crook of eddie’s neck like he always does.
eddie’s very aware of the way his own hands are gripping buck’s hoodie tight, and the way buck’s breath feels on his skin, and that after minutes pass and buck shows no signs of letting go, they’re in a room with glass walls and have been hugging longer than friends ever do, but he can’t make himself let go, either — especially when he feels buck’s lips press into his neck in the ghost of a kiss and stay there.
that small bit of comfort stays with him, even as they break apart and move upstairs, as they work their way through a simple meal, as bobby puts them back on rotation and they go out for more calls, as the sun rises and they all head home to sleep off their shift.
but they don’t talk about it.
eddie’s not an idiot - he knows they can’t go on like this forever, but he’s content with this slow pace, in this limbo with buck.
(maybe he’s a little terrified of himself, though — every relationship he’s ever been in, he’s been selfish and inconsiderate and pushed and pushed until his partner broke. he’s already lost his child’s mother, in more ways than one, and he thinks — no, he knows — he wouldn’t recover from losing buck.)
the fourth time is different.
the fourth time isn’t by happenstance, the fourth time eddie makes happen, because. because - he can’t stop thinking about the way buck hugged him, the way he comforted eddie and let eddie comfort him, the way he and buck have always been so in sync with each other, how after a bad day all eddie wants is to see christopher and buck, and he’s lying in bed in the middle of the night, about to drift off, when his own words from that same locker room come back to him, unbidden - tomorrow isn’t promised to anyone. so if you love her, tell her.
suddenly eddie’s wide awake.
he doesn’t get any sleep that night. he gets up before his alarm, wakes up christopher and feeds him breakfast, gets him ready, drives him to school, and when christopher has disappeared into the building with a kiss on the cheek and a love you, dad!, eddie’s driving to buck’s loft on autopilot before he knows it.
he doesn’t know what he’s doing, can’t form a coherent thought beyond tell him. he’s not even sure what he wants to tell buck, he’s not sure he’s not going to fuck everything up, he’s not sure why he’s banging on buck’s door at eight in the morning, but when buck sleepily opens the door and mumbles ‘eds, what-’ all eddie can do is take buck’s face in his hands and press their lips together right there in the doorway until buck relaxes in his hold and kisses him back.
the need for air forces them to break apart eventually, and buck’s smile could power a thousand suns. eddie can only grin back helplessly and think that maybe ready is overrated.
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"God, I love you so much", Buck said, closing his eyes and leaning down until his forehead was resting against Eddie's.
Commission I did for @buddiepromptaday about their fanfic! Ao3 link here!
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listen i know we've been treating buddie like a slow burn since season 2 but like
this is the beginning of the slow burn
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Sometimes it's all three.
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Brothers Bestie | Buck
♡ Pairing: Buck/Eddie’s Sister!Reader
♡ Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship
♡ Word Count: 1030
♡ Warnings: None
♡ Requested By: @lonely-writer for the sentence drabble game! Though this is totally a oneshot now. Enjoy boo!
♡ Summary: When you invited your boyfriend to meet your brother over dinner, you weren’t expecting them to be besties.
♡ Note: This is some random choas :D
“Wait, Buck? That’s your partner’s name? You never mentioned that,” Eddie said indecorously, a startled look on his face.
Head tilting to the side curiously at his peculiar reaction, you nod once from where you stand putting the finishing touches on dinner.
You’d been telling Eddie more about Buck for the past few minutes when he’d suddenly stopped and asked you that.
“Well actually, Evan is his birth name, but he prefers to go by Buck. It suits him, I think.”
Fondness seeped from your tone, a subconscious smile drifting onto your face as you thought of your boyfriend.
“Oh god, this can’t be happening. It’s you. You’re the one he’s been talking about non-stop.”
Eddie’s tone was dismayed as he started pacing around the kitchen, mumbling to himself too low for you to hear.
Worry and confusion flickered in your eyes as you’re unable to make sense of what’s wrong. Who's been talking about you and why did he seem so upset?
“What do you mean by—”
You began to ask however, you were cut off by three knocks at the front door, signaling Buck’s arrival.
Brightening immediately at the thought of seeing him, you moved around the island to him in, leaving Eddie in the kitchen.
“I’ll be right back, D! Keep an eye on things!” You called behind you, striding over to the front door. Excitement and happiness fluttering through you.
After dating for a while now, you’d decided it was about time Buck met one of the most important people in your life — your big brother, Eddie.
You were sure they would get along amazingly, considering they were both in the same line of work. Besides that, Buck was just an amazing guy, and you have been so lucky to meet him after only moving to the city a few months ago.
Hand gripping the door handle, you pulled it open to see the handsome smiling face of your lover in front of you.
Buck was dashing as ever, he wore a navy pullover that complimented his eyes with gray slacks. His dirty blonde hair brushed back and a gold watch on his left wrist.
In his left hand, he held a wrapped-up container that held some pastries he’d mentioned he was making for dinner. He never comes over empty-handed.
“Hey babe, you’re just on time,” you grinned, opening the door wider for him to step inside.
“I’m glad, I was worried I’d be late with all the construction downtown.” He said with a sigh, shaking his head as you entered your place. “Is your brother already here?”
“Yep, he’s in the kitchen, though he’s acting a bit strange, honestly.”
“What? Is it because he’s meeting me?” Buck asked apprehensively as you closed the door behind him.
“I’m not sure. He seemed pretty chill about it when he got here… Maybe he just had a rough shift at work. I’m sure it’ll be okay.” You assured him, pulling him in for a quick half-hug.
“Alright, if you say so… I definitely don’t want to make a bad impression with him. You haven’t told me much about him besides how close the two of you have always been, but he sounds like a great guy.”
“He really is, our parents were really busy growing up, so he practically raised me. He’s my hero.” You praised, thinking of the way Eddie was always there for you no matter what.
You led Buck through the house with a wave to the kitchen, where Eddie stood leaning against the counter, his mouth in a thin line.
Turning to face Buck, you opened your mouth to make introductions, but before you could Buck tensed up next to you and froze.
You frowned, watching as his blue eyes widening as he laid eyes on your brother and his lips forming an ‘o’.
His reaction reminded you of Eddie’s and that cemented the fact something was definitely going on, and everyone seemed to know but you.
“Eddie? W…What are you doing here?” Buck blurted out, gaze shifting between the two of you frantically.
“I’m here to meet you, apparently,” Eddie answered with a heavy sigh.
“Me? No, but I’m here to see ___’s brother, D. Not you…”
“I am their brother, Buck. They call me D, it’s a nickname my family has used since we were kids.”
Buck goes dead silent after that, him and Eddie staring at each other with varying levels of disbelief.
Meanwhile, the gears in your own brain were turning fast as you processed the situation. Realizing that the two of them must already be acquainted, which clearly none of you had any idea about.
“So, y’all are friends or…?” You questioned after a few awkward moments of quiet.
“We work together.”
They both answered at the same time.
“Hey,” Buck protested, looking affronted at Eddie’s answer.
Your brother rolled his eyes and quickly corrected his answer.
“Alright, we’re best friends.”
“I’m dating my brother’s bestie…” You muttered more to yourself than either of them as you placed one hand on your chin. “This is perfect.”
“Perfect? Really?” Eddie said skeptically.
“Yeah, no awkward getting to know each other stage and I don’t have to deal with you being all protective and saying you’ll beat him up he hurts me, and blah.”
Seriously, you had no idea why they were acting like this was such a big deal. Eddie had never liked anyone you dated before, and now you didn’t have to worry about that, which was a relief to you. Buck had become very important to you and you didn’t want anything coming between the two of you.
“I’ll still beat him up if he hurts you,” Eddie grumbled.
“I would never,” Buck interjected quickly, his eyebrows furrowed.
“I know baby,” you said with a smile, leaning up and kissing his cheek.
Buck only smiled sheepishly, curling an arm around your waist and pulling you in close, before he seemed to remember Eddie was watching and froze again.
Laughing, you pulled away, taking the pie from him and walking over to the counter. “Anyways, let’s eat dinner, boys. I’m sure we all have many questions.”
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If buddie isn’t endgame, THEN WHY DOES THIS EPISODE READ LIKE A CHAPTER OF LITERALLY EVERY SLOW BURN FANFIC ON AO3??
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Hi everyone, thanks so much for starting your fics! We are so happy and pleased at all the submissions. I added an ao3 tag/collection for yall to use when posting. I will try to get as many as I can on collection but if I miss one can you please let me know or add it yourself? The collection tag is: 911SmutWeek
I didn't want to hijack @extasiswings 's post but I also started thinking about Eddie not being around when that man's being dug out, aaand I couldn't stop...
Eddie looks down at his phone in surprise. Buck's ringing him, but he's supposed to be on shift, and if he was just bored in the station house he'd normally FaceTime, or send Eddie a litany of texts about his latest internet deep-dive (the great Canadian maple syrup heist was his latest obsession), but a phone call?
"Hey man, what's up?"
Buck doesn't immediately respond, but Eddie hears the shuddered inhale down the line, and now he's concerned.
Eddie gives Christopher a reassuring smile while he waits for an answer, and nods to his aunt that he's stepping out for a moment before ducking to the front door when he still doesn't get a reply.
"Buck?" he tries again. "Buck, come on, I'm here, okay? What's wrong?"
"I just..." Buck starts, faltering for a moment. "I just needed to hear your voice."
Buck sounds... shattered, honestly, something so much deeper than exhaustion, and the hairs on the back of Eddie's neck stand on edge.
"Talk to me. Did something happen on a call? Are you hurt?"
"No—we're fine, I'm fine," Buck says, but his voice is barely above a whisper and Eddie's not convinced.
"There was... this man got.... Eddie, he was buried alive. And dispatch tracked his phone but they couldn't get a precise location and by the time we started to dig things weren't looking good and—"
Buck's voice is shaking, but now that he's started speaking he can't seem to stop and his words are gaining fervour as he goes on. Eddie can feel his own grip on his cellphone getting tighter and tighter until finally he has to sit himself down on the steps of the front porch to try and catch his own breath. He knows where Buck's head is at—he can't help but go there too.
"—a-a-and I just...I couldn't stop thinking about the well collapse, and dispatch said the guy wasn't answering and I started thinking about trying to get a hold of you on the radio but we couldn't and suddenly I wasn't looking for the vic anymore, I was looking for you. I was back there in the rain and I was clawing at the ground, at the mud, and it felt like there was this vice around my chest and—"
"Breathe, Buck," Eddie interrupts a little desperately at the fear in Buck's voice, "breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth," he says as he tries to follow his own advice. "Take a deep breath, c'mon, do it with me, in for four, hold it—and breathe out for eight, and again..."
For a while there's nothing but a stream of breaths down the phone from the both of them, until finally a long steady exhale is followed by a stuttered, "sorry, I shouldn't have—"
"Don't be stupid, you can always—"
The siren rings out loud down the other end of the phone and Eddie jumps to his feet out of habit before he remembers that he's not actually on shift.
"I've gotta go," Buck mumbles, and Eddie can hear the rustling movements as he's obviously making his way over to the trucks.
"Yeah of course," Eddie says, and continues before he can second guess himself; "come over after your shift in the morning, we can go out for breakfast with Chris."
There's another exhale down the phone, but this one sounds lighter, happier, like it's being chased by a smile, and Eddie feels his own tight chest loosen considerably at the image he's conjured in his head.
"Yeah, that'd be great." Buck says, "I'll see you then."
"Perfect, it's a date." Eddie says, before hanging up.
(His own words don't register for another 30 minutes and by then Buck's already sent a smiley face emoji over text, and Eddie can't find it within himself to regret anything)
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established(ish) buddie, secret(ish) relationship - 8.7k
“How long are we going to keep doing this?”
Eddie raises his eyebrows. “Doing this as in?”
Buck swallows, realizing the question does have a double meaning. He sits up and repositions himself so he’s no longer tangled up in Eddie. “Sneaking around and lying to our families. But also… this.”
OR: Buck and Eddie make dinner plans and some higher power thinks that's hilarious.
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they are husbands, your honor. / 4x08.
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Crazy In Love
Eddie Diaz x Reader
Warnings: mentions of injuries, Eddie can’t do math or cook for shit, friends to lovers :)))
Word Count: 2.1k
Author’s Note: takes place after Stuck (2x04) when abuela breaks her hip. Also, this was supposed to be for 911 readers week but I didn’t finish it in time sooooo just take it now instead :)
The phone rang, your arm stretched over the pile of dishes on the counter. “Hello ?” you answered, putting it on speaker and setting it back down.
Eddie’s voice rang through the speaker, echoing through the empty apartment. “Hey, can you do me a huge favour ?”
“If you're gonna ask me to bake a cake, I have literally no time, honey. I’m really sorry but I need to finish this order-” Eddie sounds like he cut himself off before saying something as you explain that you’re busy.
“Eds? Are you there ?”
“Yeah- yeah, I'm here.”
“You’re busy, I don’t want to bother you.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes because no matter how busy you are, you always made time for Eddie. He sighs heavily, so much so that you can hear him thinking.
“Eddie, what is it ?”
“Can you pick Chris up from school ? I know you’re busy but if you can’t, that’s ok-” “of course I can pick him up!”
The sound of a breath being released before a feminine voice called out for him. “I gotta go, Abuela needs me but he’s off at 3. Thank you, y/n - really.”
“You don’t have to thank me, Eddie.”
He mumbles something before hanging up. You glance at the phone screen - 2:24. You had enough time to change and shove the dishes in the dishwasher before having to head out so you did just that.
You had picked up Christopher from school a million times. His teachers knew you well enough that Eddie no longer had to call and let them know he wouldn't be picking up Chris but that you would be.
Standing outside of the school, the PTA parents were gossiping within their little bubbles, talking about the other members behind their backs but smiling in their faces. You bit back a smile before walking towards the gate. The students were lined up by the door, waiting for the bell to ring.
The moment it does, the students come running out with their teacher a few feet behind them in an attempt to keep up with them. One by one, their teacher lets them out, Christopher finally spotting you and this teacher waves hello as they open the gate for him.
“Y/n! What are you doing here!?” his little face lights up with a smile.
“Your dad asked me to come get you, he's with abuela.”
The two of you start making your way back to the car when Christopher asks you what his plans for the afternoon were. Soon you realized that Eddie didn’t give you any explanation as to where to go or what to do after you picked up Chris.
“How does ice cream and then abuela’s sound ?”
“Can we take some for her and dad too?” Chris asks as you help him into the car.
“Of course we can.”
Christopher was lugging his backpack over his shoulder when you knocked on the door, two containers of ice cream in hand. Eddie opens the door, grinning at his son whose face matches his father’s.
“Hey kiddo” Eddie kneels, wrapping the boy in his arms. Christopher’s arms extend around his father, “hi dad, we bought ice cream” he points out the obvious.
Eddie glances up at you, the ice cream tucked under your arm - he flashes you a smile.
“Oh yeah?” he lets go of Chris. “Did you have any?”
“No,” he shakes his head, his hair flopping around as he snickers. Eddie pushes the hair from Christopher’s forehead. “So what’s this on your face?” swiping his finger on Chris’s chin, a little smudge of brown on his finger from the leftover ice cream.
“Paint.” Chris smiles at his father sweetly.
“Uh huh, paint.” he chuckles, stepping aside for Chris to come further into the house.
“Thanks for picking him up,” he leans on the door frame, stretching and his arms lift above his head as he does. You can’t help but glance down at the area of exposed skin - eyes glued to the man in front of you.
“Y/n?” Eddie’s waving his hands in front of you, eyes raising from their previous spot to his face - the blush was creeping up on your face whilst that stupid smug smile of his was on his.
“Would you like to come in?”
“Oh, I don’t want to intrude.”
“You won’t be.”
“Are you sure?”
Stepping in, you take in the house. You had been by Isabel’s once or twice before but you had never come inside the house. The walls were painted a warm yellow colour, the furniture was spotless as was the rest of the house. Isabel sat on the couch with Chris beside her as he told her about his day at school.
“Chris, did you wash your hands?” Eddie calls, the door shutting. Chris doesn't answer which is an answer in itself. “Go now, please.” Eddie’s voice sounds closer, glancing behind you to see him beside you.
Chris grumbles but gets up, Isabel turns her attention to you and Eddie. “How are you feeling ?”
“As well as someone can with a broken hip” she gives you a smile.
“I’m glad you’re okay, you gave Eddie a scare” giving him a playful shove. “We got ice cream, vanilla and toffee. Chris said toffee was your favourite” handing her the small container. “It is, thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” she smiles, pulling the top off.
“No need to thank me, it was Christopher’s idea.”
“Ah, well I'll thank him when he comes back out.” she says smiling, “Eddie, a spoon please ?” she glances at the man beside you. He hums, stepping away for a moment to get her a spoon.
Chris comes running back in after washing his hands. “Dad! Can we stay over? Abuela said it was okay” he’s beside his father now, looking up at him with his big brown eyes that were practically begging him to let him.
You, Eddie and Isabel all knew that Christopher had his father wrapped around his finger and would ultimately get his way but Eddie had to give him a fatherly response and say no, they should go home. Isabel doesn't usually butt in but this time she did.
“Mijo, stay. I could use the company.” She says, patting the spot beside her and Chris makes his way over to sit beside her.
Eddie sighs, if he had a soft spot, it was for the two people on the couch. “Fine, just tonight then.”
Isabel smiles, satisfied with his answer. “y/n, stay for dinner darling. Eddie’s cooking” “Yea- who said I was cooking?” Eddie butts in, shocked at the assumption. “I did, mijo. Don’t worry, I'll tell you what to do.”
“Buddy, why don’t you finish up your homework so you can relax for the rest of the night ?” Eddie calls out to Chris, who again groans. He loved school but despised homework - as did most kids.
“I have math, I need help so I can’t do it because you’re busy.” Chris says plainly, thinking his statement will get him out of his math work because Eddie can’t do math for shit.
“I can help.”
“Y/n, you don't have to-” “no, it’s fine. C’mon kiddo” Chris grumbles, making his way to the dining room table, the two of you taking a seat when Eddie helps Isabel up and to the kitchen.
You can hear them talking and her telling Eddie to cut things a certain way or not to put too much of something into the pot. It only took 20 minutes for Christopher to finish his math homework, he brought it into the kitchen to show his dad.
“Look! I’m done! Math’s easy when you understand it.” that last bit was a little dig at Eddie and his math skills. You ruffled Chris’s hair as he walked back into the living room.
“Did he just-” Eddie watches his son make his way to the couch.
You hold back a laugh,“Mhm hm” Eddie shakes his head, chuckling. “Here, taste this.” he picks up some sauce from the pot, holding the spoon over his hand before handing it to Isabel.
Her face twists when she tastes it, “Eddie, I love you honey, but that’s terrible.” you press your lips together, holding back a chuckle.
“What?” he pouts, sighing. “I swear it tasted fine ten minutes ago.” sitting beside Isabel in defeat.
You pick up another spoon and taste some for yourself, your expression matching Isabel’s from moments ago. Eddie had remembered to put everything in, except the paprika and the salt, you add a bit of both and stir the pot. Taking the spoon from Eddie, you pick up a bit of the sauce and hand it back to Isabel.
“Ah, that’s better.” she hums, making you smile as she hands you back the spoon. Eddie sighs, letting you know that he was still there.
"Why don’t you go see if Christopher wants to watch something or if he wants a snack ?” his grandmother nudged him, a signal for him to leave the kitchen. “y/n can take over for you”
“Abuela, you can’t invite them in and have them work for their dinner.” he says, making her laugh.
“It’s okay Eds,” waving him off. “I don’t mind, really.”
Eddie left the kitchen and made his way over to the couch, listening as Chris told him about his day. He glanced back to see if everything was alright but he noticed that the two of you were laughing as you told Isabel something. Eddie would be lying if his heart didn’t skip a beat.
He stopped seeking his parents’ approval of who he dated- for a matter of fact, it went out the window when he brought Shannon home the first time but seeing you with an abuela made him so warm and happy, he couldn't help but smile.
Eddie’s hand slipped onto your hip, his chest against your back. “Can I help you, Eddie?” you mumble, your eyes on the dishes in front of you.
He hums, hands coming around and arms now wrapped around your waist. Eddie felt your wet hands pull his hands off of you, “Isabel and Chris are in the other room, stop it”
His head tilted, that innocent look on his face, “stop what?”
“Eddie,” turning to face him, “shh I don’t want to hear it” he cuts you off, hands back on your waist.
“I don’t think I've ever loved someone the way I love you.” His words come off so sweet and loving but hit you like a ton of bricks.
You loved Eddie, more than anything but you had never actually told him nor did you ever feel the need too. It was always implied that as friends, you loved and cared about each other.
Eddie always knew he loved you, there was never any question about that but something about you, seeing you with an abuela and how great you were with Christopher (as you always were) just pushed him over the edge.
He had to tell you.
“Y/n, you know I love you- and before you say anything, I know I’ve never actually said it to you but I didn’t feel like I had too, you knew I did.”
You were still gathering your thoughts, trying to come up with the words to tell him you loved him too but Eddie’s expression changed. His brows furrowed, eyes studying your face - the worry had set in.
What if you didn’t feel the same way ? God, he’d feel so stupid if he embarrassed himself like that.
The years of friendship were enough for you to realize how he was feeling. You were lacking words and you know what they say, actions speak louder than words.
Your hands reach for his face, now cupping his cheeks. Your lips meet his, he pulls you closer to him- if that's even possible. It was a few moments before you pulled away.
Eddie smiles lovingly at you and you’re sure you have the same expression plastered on your face. “Um- I think that says it.” you hum, smiling at him.
“Doesn't mean you can't say it,” he pokes fun at you, making you roll your eyes playfully.
“I love you.”
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EDDIE X BUCK and their son.
Available in buy me a coffee.
I was thinking of doing a kind of comic about them (once I am free of exams) and keeping the illustrations simple? Idk, what do you think?
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