#911 ficlets

[chronicowboy]

Buck doesn't know how long they sit there in that café just talking. He's never had that before. The last time he'd done this, sat across from Natalia in the midday sun, he'd been excruciatingly aware of every passing minute as he tried to be fascinating to her, spun yarns of deaths and near-deaths and deathly comas. Here, now, Buck just exists and that seems to be more than enough for Tommy.

Tommy who hangs on his every word like Buck is the next Shakespeare even as he's rambling about rainbow emojis and allyship. Tommy whose smile is so big and wide that it carves the most beautiful caverns into his face that Buck kind of wants to live in. Tommy who grimaces every time he sips the coffee Buck bought him but dutifully drinks the whole thing over the course of their date even when Buck tells him he doesn't have to. Tommy who keeps muffling yawns into his fist every five minutes having just gotten off a twenty-four hour shift like he'd stay in that uncomfortable metal seat forever if he could.

It's the best second date of his life, so when Buck tells him to go home and get some sleep, he doesn't resist the urge to prolong the date for the few moments it takes him to walk Tommy to his car. With anyone else, so soon into whatever this might turn out to be, Buck would worry that it's too much too soon. But Tommy has been so loud in his affection even with how gentle he's made sure to stay. Buck wants to be as free in his wanting as Tommy as is, so he reaches out and slips his fingers between Tommy's, damn near euphoric when they begin to swing between them as they walk.

It takes a moment to drag his eyes up to Tommy's face, caught up in the feeling of a hand in his. It's not the first time he's held a hand, far from it. Not even the first time he's held a man's hand. But this isn't Eddie letting him squeeze his fingers as he screams in pain. This isn't Taylor indulging him every now and then. This is Tommy smiling softly down at their hands like he's as mesmerised by it as Buck is, the tips of his ears growing pink and sending a giddy thrill of satisfaction through him.

"Can I ask you something?" Tommy says, giving Buck's hand a happy little squeeze.

"Don't think there's a limit on second date questions," Buck replies.

"Evan." And, Jesus, there's something about the way Tommy says his name. Even when it's that chiding little tone that should remind him of his parents, all he feels is an overwhelming warmth, all he can hear is fondness.

"Of course you can." Buck grins and watches Tommy's smile crinkle his face all over again like he just can't help it.

"Why'd you choose that abomination of a coffee for me?" And Buck groans just to hear Tommy laugh. "Really? What even was that?"

"Black coffee four sugars," Buck mumbles, kicking a stone across the sidewalk sheepishly.

"Jesus, Evan." Tommy's laugh is something special, loud and unrestrained and the sound of sunshine maybe. "Why?"

"I-I don't know, I panicked!" Buck doesn't realise he's drifting away from Tommy until the man pulls him back in by their joined hands, and Buck lets the bump of their shoulders calm him. "Just thought, you know..." Buck turns towards Tommy's car, but Tommy drags him gently towards the Jeep, leaning against the door when they reach it.

"You just thought..."

"I don't know." He shrugs, heat rising to his cheeks under the weight of Tommy's bright-eyed attention, lowers his voice all the way. "It reminded me of you."

"What was that?" Tommy grins, using the excuse to move in a little closer.

"It reminded me of you," Buck repeats, clearer this time, more confident. "You know, bit foreboding on the outside, but all sweet on the inside."

"Christ, you really are adorable," Tommy breathes, sounding as effected as Buck feels.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies swarms in his stomach, delightfully unfamiliar to him but already intoxicating, almost addicting.

It's not two men stood on a busy sidewalk in the middle of the day then. It's just Buck and someone he really fucking likes, someone he hasn't been able to stop thinking about for a week, someone he's only kissed once somehow. And suddenly that's a fact that absolutely should be rectified.

Buck steps forward, leaning up just ever so slightly on his toes, and kisses Tommy right there in the middle of LA. And it just feels right. Overwhelming in the best of ways. It's a quick press of lips, something more suited to the schoolboy he feels than the very adult man he is, not the kiss he wants but the kiss they both need. Chaste and lovely. A hello again. A beginning.

Tommy's free hand ghosts against his jaw, a flutter of a touch as Buck falls back onto his heels and takes a breath. It takes Tommy a few moments to open his eyes which means Buck gets to watch them flutter open, dazed and delighted.

"Get some sleep, Tommy," Buck tells him, finally letting go of his hand with a squeeze. "Text me when you wake up."

"Yessir," Tommy murmurs.

And Buck can't resist another kiss then, just as quick and chaste, anything else dangerous to Buck's self-restraint, before he unlocks the Jeep and climbs in. Tommy waves him off, and Buck glances back just in time to see Tommy's hand falling down to his lips as if to chase Buck's touch.

#sami rambles #i had lots of feelings about the coffee order #this is for elke <33333 #the amount of inspiration ive got from our silly little dms.... #911 show #evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #buck x tommy #911 fic #911 ficlet #bucktommy fic #buck x tommy fic #bucktommy ficlet

[half-bakedboy]

Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap??

It’s a Friday morning and Buck and Tommy both had a shift the night before. 

Tommy texted Buck almost immediately after he left the station asking if he’d like to come over and Buck didn’t have to think twice about it. He had wanted to be beside Tommy more often than not these days, and he isn’t about to look away at yet another opportunity. 

Buck didn’t bother to answer, just showed up at Tommy’s door like he had been doing over the last few weeks. Tommy had teased him about it but told him where the spare key was hidden just in case he wasn’t around to answer. It softened Buck into absolute mush. 

Anyway, it’s a Friday morning, and Buck is lounging on Tommy’s sectional with a head in his lap, Tommy’s face squished into his waist. He’s been sleeping on and off for the last half-hour, cursing Buck’s early-riser energy. Buck told him he could stay in bed, but he’s learned that Tommy is just a little clingy. It’s refreshing and adorable, and Buck doesn’t feel nearly as lonely anymore.  

His hand is stroking at Tommy’s hair absentmindedly, waiting for his boyfriend—boyfriend!—to wake up so they can catch the basketball highlights from the night before when he realizes something.

“I’ve never dated someone with short hair,” Buck says out loud. It’s mostly to himself, but it’s enough to rouse Tommy from his light sleep. 

“You having more life-changing revelations up here?” Tommy mumbles. He’s teasing Buck. He’s half asleep and he still has the energy to crack a joke at Buck’s expense and it shouldn’t be as charming as it is. 

Buck tugs at his hair gently, but enough for Tommy to harumph in retaliation. He maneuvers himself onto his back so Buck’s thigh is like a neck pillow. He’s squinting up at Buck like the sun is out to get him and there are creases lining his skin from where his cheek had been pressed against the pocket and seams of Buck’s jeans. 

“You’ve never dated someone with short hair,” Tommy repeats. Buck nods and pats at the messy curls, twirling one with his finger until there’s no more hair to wrap. “Are you enjoying dating someone with short hair?” Tommy asks. 

Buck nods, biting his bottom lip as he pulls another curl to the center of Tommy’s forehead before it springs back to its natural position. He traces his thumb down the long, wide bridge of Tommy’s nose before cupping his stubbled chin just to hear and feel the scratch of it. 

“I’m enjoying dating you,” Buck replies. The softness in his voice seems to give away just how much he’s telling the truth. 

Tommy scrunches his nose and tilts his chin up like he’s about to move his head from Buck’s lap. Buck wants nothing less than the inability to continue playing with Tommy’s hair, so he leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Tommy’s lips, his nose, and then his forehead, before turning his attention back to the television. 

It’s only a few minutes of light caresses later that Tommy begins to snore again, and Buck doesn’t think the sound has ever made him smile as much as it does right now.

#911 on abc #bucktommy #kinkley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #answered #ficlets #my writing #anonymous #911 spoilers #anyone else obsessed with tommys little nose scrunch??? #no?? #just me then????

[loserdiaz]

hi so i watched this sneak peek and then i blinked and next thing i know ive written this thing.... i might use it for a s7 fic or i might not. so.... yeah, enjoy ig.

"You've been acting weird all week, Buck. What is it? Talk to me."

"It's like that thing when you meet somebody and you just click." Buck repeats the words that have been haunting him for weeks. He lets the bitterness and fear that have been choking him, suffocating him, slip off his lips.

He is not fine. It's the thing.

He could usually go over to Eddie’s house and let himself in whenever he wanted. He could— spend all of his free time with the guy and with Chris and feel like he's at home.

And sometimes they still do that.

Except Tommy is there most of the time, too. If it's not a night at the bar after a long shift where they want to unwind and Tommy just enters, confident and smiley and so unbothered by anything, it's Tommy inviting them to a fight or a game or whatever.

And Buck likes the guy. Hell, he has fucked the guy himself.

It's just—

He misses Eddie. He misses Eddie when he is right there in front of him, and it hurts. It hurts in a way Buck hasn't felt in a long time.

"Buck, what the hell are you talking about?" A slight crease forms in between Eddie's brows. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's what you told me, when we were talking about Tommy."

"So? Now I can't have any more friends?" Eddie raises his eyebrows, and Buck knows he's sounding... insane, needy, clingy. All of the above whatever.

"You can. I just—" Buck lets out a slow breath. "I hate change, okay? And I hate—"

"Nothing has changed."

"Eddie, everything has changed." Buck lets out a startled, sharp and bitter laugh. It sounds hollow and wrong, even to his own ears.

It stings. Like taking a sip of tea so hot it burns the roof of your mouth or like digging your finger against a tender bruise that hasn't quite healed yet.

"Everything has changed," Buck whispers, looking helplessly into Eddie’s eyes. Because unlike before, now he knows that the jealousy he feels, the unreasonable possessiveness he feels... it's because he is in love.

He is in love with Eddie Diaz.

#april rambles #april writes #911 spoilers #911 speculation ig??? #911 season 7 #911 s7 #911 s7 spoilers #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #911 drabble #911 abc #911 on abc

[kenneth-black]

SO IT IS CANON THAT CHRIS AND HIS BUCK BAKES COOKIES AND STUFF FOR SCHOOL EVENTS!!?!! AGHHJJJKKHHJGHJ 🫠🫠🫠

Also Chris is now canonically Buck’s sous-chef 🥹🥹🥹

#evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #911 on fox #911 show #911 fox #fanfic #ao3 #911 spoilers #911edit #911fic #incorrect 911 quotes #911 ficlet #buck x eddie #buddieedit #buckley diaz family #christopher diaz

[diazsdimples]

HC: Tommy has a cat who doesn't like many people, but she always demands cuddles from Buck.

Anon, you sparked a Thing™️

Tommy tells Buck he has a cat fairly early on in their relationship. She's his baby, as he calls her. He's had her since he came out to L.A, having adopted her from a shelter a few months into him working with the 118.

One of the first selfies Buck receives is of Tommy lying on his bed, and the cat curled up protectively on his chest. She's a tabby with a dusting of white around her nose that makes Buck wonder about her age. The way Tommy talks about her makes her sound like a kitten, fresh from the womb, but Buck suspects she's probably around 13-14 years old.

When Buck goes to Tommy's apartment for the first time, he warns him about her. Buck can tell Tommy's a little nervous with the way he keeps glancing back at the lounge as he talks, as if he's expecting the cat to give him some big lecture about bringing a boy home without her express permission.

"Now, don't take it personally if Luna ignores you. She hates pretty much everyone," Tommy says as he kisses Buck's cheek and drags him inside the apartment.

It's a nice place, pretty much exactly what Buck expected from his boyfriend (is that what they are now? Boyfriends?). It's full of trinkets from Tommy's life, but it isn't cluttered - a perfect mixture of clean and chaotic, exactly like Tommy himself.

Tommy keeps his hand on the small of Buck's back as he guides him through to the lounge. Buck likes the way Tommy touches him. It makes him feel safe, grounded, as though Tommy could catch him if he falls.

Tommy' s got a couch not too dissimilar to Eddie's, but a deep maroon rather than blue. And there, right in the middle and nestled among a mess of blankets that Tommy has clearly set up for her, lies the person (creature?) in Tommy's life that Buck has been the most anxious to meet.

Tommy makes a chirping noise with his lips and Luna's ears perk up. Slowly, as though her very bones are creaking, she untangles herself from the blankets and hops down from the couch with a quiet "brrrpp". She stretches deeply, ears flattening against her head and eyes screwing shut, and the look of pure bliss that crosses her face is enough to capture Buck's entire heart.

Buck looks at Tommy for guidance as Luna gingerly walks over to him and looks up at him with big, beseeching eyes.

"Go on," Tommy prompts, giving Buck a small nudge with his elbow. "Let her sniff your hand."

Buck crouches and stretches out his hand towards Luna, offering her the backs of his fingers.

"Hi Luna," he almost whispers as she eyes him suspiciously. "I'm Buck, your dad's - uh - friend."

Tommy scoffs from behind him. "I think we're well past the friend stage, Evan."

"I didn't know - I'm sorry - I'm your dad's boyfriend," he corrects, looking back up at Tommy with a raised eyebrow.

Tommy nods, looking pleased. "Much better."

Buck just about leaps out of his skin when a wet nose touches his hand, and he turns back to see that Luna's moved closer, and is sniffing his fingers with interest. He holds stock still, remembering Tommy's words about her crotchety temperament and not wanting to frighten her, lest she bite him, or worse, run away.

Luna continues her sniffing, tiny pink nose moving minutely as she inhales, and then, much to Buck's shock, she rubs her whole face against his hand, with what can only be described as a smug purr.

"I-" Buck begins, looking back at Tommy with wide eyes. Tommy himself looks a little stunned, clearly thrown by his cat's rare display of affection.

"Huh," he says, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at Buck and Luna with a deeply fond expression. "She's never done that before!"

Luna sits back on her haunches and gives a loud, croaky yowl, as though she's been a chain-smoker for most of her life. She nudges her head against Buck's hand and meows once again.

"I think she wants you to sit down," Tommy says, barely concealing his laughter at Buck's bewildered face. He takes Buck gently by the arm and gives him a quick kiss before directing him to the couch.

"I thought you said she hates everyone?" Buck questions, almost numbly as he allows Tommy to push him onto the plush cushions. The moment his ass has touched the couch, Luna leaps up beside him with a pleased chirp and climbs into his lap.

"She does," Tommy grins as he pulls out his phone, taking a quick snap of his extremely confused boyfriend and even more contented cat. "Clearly she has good taste."

Luna's purring is reaching volumes previously unknown to man, drowning out all other noise in the room as she begins to make biscuits against Buck's thigh. Her claws are sharp and needle-like, pricking into Buck's skin but he's too stunned to do anything more than mutely pet her silky fur.

"Wh-what do I do now?" Buck asks, looking at Tommy for guidance. He'd been expecting to possibly see a streak of Luna's fur as she raced across the apartment to hide under Tommy's bed - her favourite place apparently - but now here he is with a whole ass cat on his lap, one who apparently loves him and hates every other guest Tommy's ever had over, and Buck really has no clue where to go from here.

Tommy chuckles and reaches over to scratch behind Luna's ears before leaning forward and capturing Buck's lips in a soft kiss, his fingers gently caressing Buck's chin.

"Stay there, I'll go get us a beer," he says as he pulls away, and leaves Buck in the lounge with Luna. She's curled up completely in his lap now, tail tucked over her paws, and every so often she tilts her head up towards him, demanding scritches that he is more than happy to provide her with.

Tommy returns with two beers and hands one to Buck before flopping next to him on the couch, looping an arm around Buck's shoulders.

"I guess you've gotta stay forever now, Luna's not gonna let you leave," he jokes, and something twists in Buck's stomach, making him a little giddy.

He really likes Tommy - hell, he might even love the guy - but receiving the seal of approval from his cat is probably the biggest step in their relationship to date. Well, it really isn't but is sure feels like that. Like he's being welcomed into the family.

Buck sighs happily and rests his head against Tommy's shoulder, a small shiver rushing through him as Tommy noses his hairline, his lips brushing ever so gently against Buck's temple.

"Yeah, I guess I do."

#james answers things #bucktommy #bucktommy headcanons #yeah this one got away from me a little #I just LOVE the idea #911 abc #evan buckley #tommy kinard #911verse #911 ficlet #bucktommy ficlet #tevan #tuck #kinkley #whatever ship name we're on these days

[exhuastedpigeon]

Buck kind of feels like he’s spent his entire life not realizing he was wearing chains around his ankles that were slowing him down, but now they’re off. When Tommy left his apartment he'd just stood in his kitchen with a goofy ass smile on his face because that happened right? He’d just been kissed by Tommy Kinard? That wasn’t a really vivid hallucination?

It feels like he’d spent all week swimming through a tsunami of confusion and frustration and jealousy and now he’s finally broken through the surface and he can breathe. It’s like the first gulp of fresh air after stepping out of a burning building. It’s like - it’s like someone put glasses on him for the first time when he didn’t realize he needed a prescription. 

His first instinct is to call Eddie. He has his phone halfway to his face when he remembers that he probably can’t call Eddie about this, not right now. He needs to apologize, maybe grovel a little bit, before he can talk to Eddie again and he isn’t sure he’s ready to do that. 

It’s not that he isn’t sorry. He’s maybe never been more sorry in his life, actually. It’s that - well. He doesn’t actually know. There’s something weird and vaguely Eddie shaped that’s been tickling at the back of his head since he first saw how fucking giddy Eddie had been at the airfield with Tommy that he doesn’t think he’s ready to look at yet. 

Instead he does what he does best, he pulls out his phone and starts researching. Googling ‘Kissed a man for the first time’ isn’t that helpful, but it does lead him to r/bisexual. He feels another wave of relief when he sees how many people have felt similarly to him. To see there are thousands of people out there figuring it out too. 

He’s not too old to be figuring it out. There's no such thing as too old.

There’s a post from a man in his 50s talking about getting his first boyfriend a few years after his wife passed away. The man responded to hundreds of questions asking how he figured it out - his kid came out and explained what bisexuality was and it felt like putting on a jacket that fit just right. Asking what it felt like to realize what he was - like slipping into a bath that’s the perfect temperature. Asking if he regretted not figuring it out sooner - not really, because he loved his wife and he wouldn’t trade their decades together for anything. 

There’s another one from a woman in her 60s who realized she was in love with her best friend and that’s what helped her figure out her sexuality. He scrolls past that one pretty quickly after reading the initial post for no reason at all.

By the time he falls into bed a few hours later he feels like bisexual fits him. It’s like he’d been a trapped animal scratching at his cage and now it’s open and he can come and go as he pleases. It feels liberating. 

#evan buckley #911 #911 spoilers #911 ficlet #evan buck buckely #bi buck is canon #911 7x04

[honestlydarkprincess]

settle

buck & chimney || rated: g || wc: 702 || read on ao3

A week after he’d been there to tell Maddie, Buck found himself once again at the Buckley-Han residence. Although he knew that she wouldn’t, a part of him hoped that Maddie would have told Chimney so he didn’t have to. But alas, here he was. Buck had already come out to three people so he was feeling a lot more sure of himself. He had however taken the bisexual pride pin Hen had given him and put it in his pocket for good luck. He felt around for it and turned it over with his fingers while he waited for Maddie or Chimney to answer the door.

Chimney swung the door open, a wide smile on his face. “Buckaroo! Just in time, you can settle this argument for me.”

“Oh, um, if you’re having an argument I’ll come back later,” Buck said, putting his hands up. “I don’t want to get in the middle of anything.”

“Not a real argument,” Maddie called from inside the house. “Chim’s just being ridiculous.”

Chimney scoffed, stuffing a gummy worm into his mouth and making Buck realize that he had a handful of them. “Come on in, Buck, we were just having a little movie night until your sister started spouting nonsense.”

Buck stepped into the house, his shoulders relaxing at the sound of Maddie’s laughter. It never failed to soothe him, knowing his big sister was there and that she was happy. “Where’s Jee?”

“She’s with Mrs. Lee for the night, she wanted some grandma time,” Maddie replied, patting the seat next to her on the couch. “Come sit. What’s up?”

Buck took a seat next to her and Chimney sat down on the armchair, munching on his gummy worms. “I, uh, came to talk to Chim,” Buck said, giving Maddie a meaningful look. Understanding dawned on her and she glanced at Chim who was looking at Buck with open curiosity.

“What’s up, Buck?” Chimney asked. “Why do you look so nervous?”

“Uh, well, you see— wait, you said you were having an argument?” Buck stalled.

“Yeah!” Chimney exclaimed, letting himself get distracted. “Maddie said that Henry Cavill isn’t attractive! I said that everyone thinks he’s attractive. You’re the deciding vote.”

Buck snorted. “Of course he’s attractive, I don’t have to be bi to know that.” He flushed when he realized what he’d said. “Uh, I mean— well actually, that’s kind of what I came to tell you, Chim.”

Chimney’s brows drew together. “That you find Henry Cavill attractive? Not that I’m not happy to see you man, but that could have been a text.”

“N-no,” Buck shook his head, biting his lip. “That I’m— I’m bi.”

“Oh,” Chimney looked surprised.

“When you said I made you my basketball beard, you weren’t exactly wrong,” Buck rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I, uh, yeah.”

Chimney grinned. “I knew I was a beard,” He crowed. “It’s not the first time I’ve been one, you get a sense about these things. Anyway, good for you, Buckaroo. Who’s the lucky man?”

“Uh, well, Tommy actually,” Buck flushed a brighter pink, a small smile playing on his lips. “He kissed me and we went out on a date. We’re, uh, taking things slow.”

“Oh, I’m surprised it’s not Ed—” Chimney was cut off from saying anything else when Maddie cleared her throat loudly. He looked at her and she shook her head slightly. Chimney pasted a bright smile on his face. “I’m happy for you, Buck. Congratulations.”

Buck gave them a confused look, but ultimately decided not to question it. He wasn’t sure he was ready to hear the answer. “Thank you,” He said, ducking his head. “I should get going. I’ll leave you two to your movie night.”

The three of them stood up and Maddie gave him a huge hug before passing him off to Chimney who hugged him just as tightly. “I’m proud of you, brother. Thank you for telling me,” Chimney said softly.

Buck’s breathing hitched and he squeezed Chim back. They pulled apart and Buck gave them both a happy nod before he headed out, humming a cheerful tune under his breath. That had gone well.

Now he just had to tell Eddie.

#the coming out series #jess.fics #jess.writes #my writing #my fics #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #chimney han #howard chimney han #maddie buckley #911 #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fic #911 abc fic #ficlet #bi buck #bisexual buck

[wikiangela]

I can finally breathe

7x04 coda, Buck's pov, 756 words

posted the beginning of it for fif, but I wrote more so here's the whole thing lol

[also on Ao3]

___

Oh. Oh. Oooh. So that’s- that’s what it was. Huh.

That’s the first thing going through his mind as Tommy kisses him. It’s like- it’s like a piece of the puzzle finally sliding into place, after years and years of searching, looking for something to fill that space with, that feeling of something being missing. It’s almost weird, really, how easy it feels, how he’s more relieved than freaked out. Because this- oh, this makes so much sense. He’s into guys. He’s been into guys. And right now, at this moment, he’s into Tommy. 

Holy shit, he’s into Tommy.

Buck’s mind has been a whirlwind of chaos and confusion and frustration for days, but now, when Tommy kisses him, it all silences. Just to start anew as they part, butterflies in his stomach so intense he feels like he might float, as a slow smile spreads across his face when Tommy pulls away. 

This is the part of himself he’s been looking for, he’s been denying himself, he’s been silencing for so long. He doesn’t know why now, why Tommy, what it all means and where it’s leading. But he knows that now he feels almost… complete, feels like himself, feels at ease. Feels like Buck.

He feels giddy with excitement when Tommy asks him out, and finds that as soon as the door closes behind him, Buck already can’t wait to see him again. Jesus, he has a crush. He’s a grown man in his thirties, just now finding out he’s into guys, and he has a goddamn crush on a guy, and that’s why he’s been acting like a teenager. It makes so much sense now, and Buck feels- well, he’s embarrassed because of his idiotic behavior, and guilty for maiming his best friend, but most of all he just feels relieved. Because he knows now, knows why he’s been so bent out of shape about this whole situation, and can put a name to those feelings. It’s like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest, that he didn’t even know was there.

He’s going on a first date on Saturday. With a guy. With Tommy. The thought makes a happy and a little dazed chuckle bubble out of his chest as he stands there in his kitchen, thinking about that kiss, his stomach doing flips. It was a nice kiss. A very nice kiss. He really wants to kiss him again. He wants to go on a date and kiss and hold hands, and do it all with a man he’s attracted to, and, god, he can’t wait. He’s also very grateful no one can see him or read his thoughts, because this crush deal is, frankly, embarrassing. He feels so silly, but he doesn’t even care, because he also feels over the fucking moon right now.

His face is burning and he can’t stop smiling as he goes about the rest of his evening, feeling weirdly light and relieved, like never before. He knows he doesn’t have it all figured out just yet, but at least he found out this one thing about himself, and it feels… it feels life-changing, in a way. It kind of is. This realization he just had, it’s- it’s huge, but instead of throwing him into more confusion, it settles him, tilts his askew world upright. Things are finally starting to make sense.

He’s into dudes. But he knows for a fact he’s into girls, too. So, what does that make him? Bisexual? Maybe? He already knows he’s going to overthink that and have to do some research to figure out what fits, what it all means, and reevaluate some of his past behavior in this new light. But for now- for now he’s just going on a date. He can take it one step at a time, both his sexuality and this new thing with Tommy, and figure it out at his own pace, and he hopes Tommy will be patient with him while he does that. Because- because he really likes the guy, and he wants the date to go well, and maybe, hopefully, it’ll lead to something more. He thinks he’d really, really like that.

Whatever the future brings, as of right now Buck just feels like something finally clicked and things started making sense for once in his life. He’s not as lost anymore. He feels like he can finally breathe. He found the missing piece of him, and he’s honestly excited, if just a little anxious, to explore that further.

#911 spoilers #7x04 coda #evan buckley #bi buck #bucktommy #<- kinda? it's supposed to be more about buck and his realization but tommy is a big part of that lol #wikiangela writes #911 fic #ficlet #bi buck fic #my writing #911 abc #the title took me longer than writing this and i don't like it but also can't come up with anything else and i don't care anymore lol

[dangerpronebuddie]

Buck has an idea.

Eddie's been avoiding him for a week.

And Buck is sick of it.

He's tired, and angry, and more than a little hurt, and he's sick of his best friend walking away from him at every moment.

And he's not stupid, he knows he was an idiot, but he's determined to fix it even if he has to kidnap the man and duct tape him to a chair.

But his idea is a lot more civilized. Kinda devious, but he doesn't care. They're worth the fight... So he thinks.

He's only known he's been in love with Eddie since he almost drowned. What a time for a realization like that?

But then again, nothing about their friendship has ever been perfectly timed.

So Buck's willing to fight for them. Even if Eddie ends up telling him he never wants to see him again. Though, it wouldn't make much difference from now.

Eddie only lets him past the door of the Diaz house to see Chris. He asks to be partnered up with Chim on every call. He sits beside Hen at dinner. He won't answer his phone.

There's only one thing to do.

Ambush him.

Buck marches determinedly into the station one afternoon when he's off shift, just when he knows they're scheduled for some downtime. (If he got a heads up from Chim, that's no one's business.)

He finds Eddie in the gym, sitting on a bench with some dumbbells. Buck strides in and stands in front of Eddie.

Eddie makes a move to leave, but Buck stills him with a hand on his shoulder.

"I just want to talk," Buck says.

"I don't want to talk to you," Eddie snips, looking up at Buck with something not quite angry in his eyes.

"Tough," Buck bites back.

"Buck, I-"

"We're going to talk about this, Eddie," Buck says firmly.

Eddie sits down hard on the bench with a put upon sigh.

"Thank you." Buck lets go of his shoulder and backs away a few paces. "Tell me why you're avoiding me."

He's not going to plead, and beg, and end up with some botched forgiveness like the lawsuit. He wants the truth. Even if it breaks them.

"You know why," Eddie says flatly, looking somewhere over Buck's left shoulder.

"Tell me anyway," Buck says.

Eddie presses his fingers to his eyes. "You almost died, Buck. Again."

"And that's why you're treating me like I've committed murder?" Buck asks.

"That might have something to do with it," Eddie snarks.

"Okay. Tell me how." Buck sits down on the bench opposite Eddie and leans his elbows on his knees.

Eddie rolls his lips and looks towards the locker room. Buck's fully prepared to follow him if he decides to walk away.

"You were reckless," Eddie finally says. "You didn't care what happened to you when you dove back in that water." He finally looks at Buck, his wide eyes shining.

Buck may be a lot of things, but he's not reckless. "I knew the risks."

"I know you know the risks, Buck," Eddie huffs. "The fact is you disregarded them."

"To save Bobby," Buck states, "just like you would've done."

"This isn't a contest," Eddie sighs. "What I would've done and what I did do are completely different."

"And I would've waited for Chim to get the oxygen, had we had the time," Buck reasons. "I wouldn't have been reckless if there wasn't a need for it, and I know you know that."

Eddie looks at his hands in his lap.

"So why are you shutting me out because I almost died?" Buck asks again. He knows there's something else.

Eddie folds his hands in his lap and looks over Buck's shoulder again. Buck's seen the stance before. When he first met Eddie, when they were fighting in a grocery store, when he left the 118. He's closing himself off.

Buck should've expected it. He just doesn't know how to break past it. What he's done in the past, cornering Eddie on Halloween after the lawsuit, or trying to drag Eddie out of the depths of his own mind, haven't worked. He chooses the more direct approach.

"Eddie, I had to corner you while I wasn't on shift just to talk to you," Buck says. "This is serious, okay? Don't close me off and push me away. Not again. I..."

I need you. I just want you to talk to me. I love you.

He can't bring himself to say any of it.

"Why do you want to know so bad?" Eddie snips.

"Because I miss you," Buck blurts out. It's the truth. It means just the same as the words he wants to say.

Eddie looks at him, wide eyed, his mouth open in shock.

Buck doesn't backtrack, or fill the silence.

Eddie unclasps his hands and rests them on the bench instead. "Just over a year ago, you did die."

Buck nods as Eddie takes a shuddering breath.

"The thought of going through that again..." Eddie shakes his head.

"Eddie, that's always going to be a possibility," Buck says gently. He doesn't like it any more than Eddie does. He still flinches when a car backfires. He doesn't like walking in open spaces with Eddie either.

"It's easy to say that when you haven't faced the certainty," Eddie says. His voice shakes and he swallows.

"Who says I haven't?" Buck asks, trying to keep the edge from his voice. He shouldn't be angry. Eddie's finally talking to him. "You were bleeding out in front of me. I had no idea if you were alive or dead before I got to you."

"I didn't know you were dead until we got you down," Eddie says. "I had no way of knowing if I could get you back this time."

"You were buried under thirty feet of mud," Buck says. "I thought I'd never see you again. Alive or dead."

Eddie ducks his head. He takes a deep breath and looks into Buck's eyes. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Buck asks with a frown. Eddie couldn't have known what Buck went through then.

"I didn't want to shut you out," Eddie says in a shaky voice. "I just... got scared. I already lost you once, and I can't handle doing it again."

"I'm scared too," Buck admits. "But it's a fear I'm willing to live with. Because it's you."

Eddie blinks at him, tears shining in his eyes. "Yeah?"

"Yes," Buck says reverently, almost like a vow.

For the first time in over a week, Eddie smiles at him, soft and sweet. "Then I'm willing to be scared with you."

#it's midnight #but this wouldn't leave my brain until I wrote it #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 speculation #911 spoilers #i think #s7 #fanfic #ficlet #my writing #ok im going to sleep now

[chronicowboy]

His breakup with Marisol is about as unremarkable as the rest of their relationship. There's no catastrophic muffin mess in his kitchen or divorce papers. Just a quiet I don't think this is working out, I'm sorry. Marisol hadn't even cried. She'd just nodded like she'd been waiting for it and left, didn't even need to grab anything from the house before she went and really that just reassured Eddie that this was the right choice.

So, his breakup with Marisol is unremarkable, except that it's not. It's pretty fucking remarkable when he thinks about it because it's not just that they weren't working out, not just that he really didn't care about spending time with her, not just the clench in his gut every time she touched him. No. It's pretty fucking remarkable because he realises he's in love with his best friend.

That's what pushes him over the edge, gives him the last kick he needs to actually break things off with her. Because Eddie may have sworn himself to secrecy about it the moment he realised, but he could never string someone along just because he couldn't have the real someone he wanted.

It's a fucking revelation once he has it. Not a ton of bricks, but the sun peeking out from behind the clouds on the greyest of days, bright and blinding. And the way Eddie has always thought of Buck in terms of sunshine maybe should have tipped him off sooner, but with the way Buck has been beaming over the past few weeks. Well. Eddie doesn't really think he can be blamed for only just taking his sunglasses off and daring to look directly at the light.

And, okay, so Eddie maybe makes it a full week before he decides his self-sworn secrecy absolutely is not a viable option when Buck walks through life now like a drop of sunshine in human form. It's after Buck leaves the Diaz house, walking out from a day of giggles and joy at the go-kart track they'd finally managed to convince Chris to be seen with them at, leaving behind a cosy heat like sun-warmed skin, that Eddie realises he cannot go another day without telling Buck that he's desperately, deeply in love with him.

And so, that's how Eddie finds himself at Buck's door on a random Sunday morning, knocking for the first time since Natalia waltzed out of the picture. Buck opens it a few moments later looking perfectly sleep-rumpled and soft and downright golden where he's backlit by the early morning sunlight pooling in the loft.

"Eddie," Buck breathes out, eyes darting up the stairs before refocusing on Eddie and what must be the most hopelessly lovesick expression painted across his face. "H-hey, what are you doing here?"

"I, um." Eddie takes a deep breath, suddenly nervous, and wipes his clammy palms on his jeans. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Now a good time?" And Buck must hear the slightly shaky steel in his voice because the surprise on his face morphs into a concern so quintessentially Buck that Eddie just wants to kiss it away.

"Y-yeah, of course, come on in." Buck holds the door open for him, and Eddie migrates to the fridge as Buck closes the door with the gentlest touch. "So, um, what's up?"

"I..." Eddie swallows against the heart in his throat, loses himself in the shining blue of Buck's eyes like an ocean he'd be more than happy to drown in. "I broke up with Marisol last week."

"Oh, Eddie." Buck slumps, and Eddie tries not to think that it looks a little like relief. "I'm so sorry, man. That sucks."

"No, no." Eddie waves him off with a laugh. "It's good. Was a long time coming actually." He shakes his head at himself. "I think I was dating her just to tick a box, you know? Realised you probably shouldn't be more excited about a phone call from your new buddy than one from your kinda long-term girlfriend. You definitely shouldn't be relieved when you see your best friend in the restaurant you're taking her to and disappointed when you realise he's just leaving."

And then, Buck blushes, ducks his head, does that little smile that could light up every house on South Bedford Street just like Eddie had been hoping for.

"Yeah." Buck looks up at him from under his lashes. "Probably not."

It bolsters Eddie. Buck's sunshine giving him that one last push he needs.

"There was something else I wanted to say," Eddie starts. And there isn't really any fear in him, knows they'll make it through this no matter what, just an overwhelming sense of peace to come. "I..." A deep breath, gathering all his love and devotion in his lungs so it's ready to pour out on his next inhale and—

A groan from upstairs has the words dying in his throat. A masculine groan. And then:

"Evan?"

"D-down here," Buck calls back.

Eddie can't take his eyes off the loft, stuck there like a car crash he can't look away from as a very shirtless Tommy Kinard appears at the top of the stairs and quickly blanches.

"Shit. Um..." He looks down at Buck in a panic.

Eddie finally manages to drag his eyes away from the very chiselled curveball that just hit him at a hundred miles per hour and finds Buck's face. Small, scared, shaken. He knows the feeling. And because he loves Buck, because of just how deeply he loves Buck, it's the easiest thing in the world to lock that love away and let his face crack into the most genuine of grins. Because if Tommy's been the thing making Buck shine like every fucking star in the sky, well Eddie will absolutely not be getting between them.

"You've been so happy," Eddie chokes out, still smiling.

"I have," Buck whispers.

"And I'm so happy for you." Eddie covers the distance between them in three long strides and pulls Buck into a hug so tight and clinging he's sure it's a confession in and of itself, but Buck only buries in deeper, taking shaky little breaths in the crook of Eddie's neck.

"Thank you," Buck murmurs into his skin. Eddie squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden rush of tears.

"Sorry you didn't get to tell me on your own terms," he murmurs back, letting Buck pull away, but lingering with a hand on his hip, on his shoulder. He should maybe be worried about what this could look like to Tommy who had basically never heard anything apart from rambles about Buck, except when he glances up the stairs, Tommy is nowhere to be seen.

"I was going to tell you," Buck rushes out. "I-I just wasn't sure how."

"That's okay," Eddie says. It's okay. It's okay. "Well, I'll stop gate-crashing for the... Second time?" He raises an eyebrow, and Buck flushes a pink Eddie will never ever get to taste. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense." He remembers the pure fear on Buck's face, the indecision on Tommy's and the sudden tightening of his own chest despite his smile. "I'll leave you guys to it." He clears his throat. "Kinard, if you hurt him, they'll never find your body," he shouts up the stairs.

"Copy that, Diaz," Tommy shouts back.

"I'm really proud of you, Buck." Eddie wraps him in another hug then, a quick thing, just one last touch before Eddie seals every desire away for good.

"Thanks, Eddie." Buck walks him to the door, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and Eddie wants to hug him again. Wants so badly it hurts. But if he hugs Buck again, he doesn't think he'll ever let go. "See you at work tomorrow."

"See you at work." Eddie prays Buck is too distracted to hear the wobble in his voice.

"Wait, sorry, what did you want to talk about?"

Eddie freezes on the threshold, the stutter of his heart painful like he's back in a suit store, and he catches himself on the doorframe with a shaking hand.

"It can wait."

#sami rambles #sami? writing? who is she? #anyway i wrote this in the 15 minutes i had before i had to leave this morning so it's bad #but i couldn't get the idea out of my head so. #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #911 spec #tommy kinard #911 fic #911 ficlet #buck x tommy #bucktommy #buddie ficlet #911 spec fic #<- not really but technically i guess. idk just to be safe and sure.

[half-bakedboy]

Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways. 

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning. 

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket. 

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard. 

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front. 

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest. 

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back. 

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s. 

He’s Buck’s. 

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it. 

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek. 

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror. 

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks. 

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—” 

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern. 

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. 

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head. 

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll. 

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?” 

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips. 

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away. 

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked. 

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

#911 on abc #bucktommy #kinley #kinkley #evan buckley #tommy kinard #answered #ficlets #my writing #anonymous #911 spoilers #please im actually dying of how soft this is #also i now headcanon that tommy owns a dog #and his name is hercules #and hes an elderly greyhound who used to be a racing dog #thats just what it is now #thanks so much for sending me this prompt 🥺 #also these keep getting so much longer lmao #the feelings are just too intense now #long post

[loserdiaz]

no but i can't stop about eddie finding queering the map and being overwhelmed by the amount of stories that resonate with him.

it starts with buck, because of course it does.

buck comes into the station one day, rambling about this site he found online. he's still figuring out bisexuality for himself and has been going down a rabbit hole ever since, reading endless articles and reddit stories and experiences told from so many people.

and something about it, about this particular site, catches eddie's attention. he really can't stop thinking about it, wondering if people from el paso would have any of those pins. if anyone from the place he grew up in, was raised in, ever felt like him.

he can't stop wondering if maybe he was never as alone as he thought he was.

when he gets home, he decides to look for himself— it takes him a while. there's too many black pins and he doesn't quite know how to navigate the huge map on his screen. it takes him a few minutes to get the hang of it.

but when he does— oh, when he does.

right there in el paso, people from the same streets he once rode his bike in, are sharing his experiences. fellow soldiers in the same base eddie trained at.

eddie reads these sacred, secret little messages and feels his heart expand more and more with every each one of them.

some of them makes him laugh and chuckle, teary eyed but amused, like "even the army has gays," and "from one gay cowboy to another."

others, nake him falter. make his bretah hitch inside his chest. make something beautiful and fragile and orecious uncurl from the deepest depths of his soul. make him feel seen in a way he isn't sure he's quite ready to.

messages like— "you're not the only one," and "you'll be okay." "the heaven the people from this town speak of, is not a heaven i wanna be sent to." "i should've told him when i had the chance." "stuck in a warzone, thinking about how i wasted so much time and now i might not make it home to him."

messages that hit a little too close to home. from soldiers still in the closet, struggling to accept themselves and living a lie.

messages from dumb teenagers, scared of the future— just like eddie had been once.

messages from people braver than he ever could be, sharing the stories of how they came out to their families and moved across the country to be able to live their truest selves.

eddie spends hours and hours just reading post after post, goingbthrough as many lins as he can and drinking them in as a dying, thirsting man in the middle of the driest desert. he reads until the light from the comouter makes his head hurt and his eyes burn everytime he blinks.

at the end, before closing the tab, he decides to put on his own note.

📍not sure if I'll ever be ready to say it out loud, but I love him. i'm too late. I've lost my chance. this changes nothing, my heart is still in his hands.

he clicks on add and feels the tiniest amount of weight lifting from his shoulders.

#i.... don't know what's this tbh #queering the map #eddie diaz #buddie #kinda #evan buckley #911 abc #911 on abc #april writes #my writing #911 ficlet #911 fic #buddie ficlet #buddie fic

[messyhairdiaz]

two plus two equals

A 6x13 coda. Mostly word vomit. Enjoy(?)

Buck’s sous chef abandons him as soon as the cookies are done. He takes one look at the meat and vegetables Buck is pulling out to prep, declares that boring cooking, snatches a cookie so warm it droops in his hand and goes to the living room to finish his book for his class’s reading challenge.

Buck doesn’t mind, the cookies were the fun part, after all, and he likes that Christopher is comfortable enough in his space to just go hang out and ignore him. 

So he chops and seasons and sears, and after a while Christopher wanders back over to supervise until he gets bored again and asks if he can watch TV now that he’s finished his book. Buck agrees and pretends he doesn’t see another cookie disappear from the cooling rack.

He’s so focused on not over-cooking the asparagus that he doesn’t notice Eddie’s arrival until he speaks.

“Hi honey, I’m home,” Eddie says, an unmistakably joking tone, but his voice is still as soft as ever. A softness that seems to be reserved only for those in this apartment.

Buck shoots a smile over his shoulder. “Hey. Dinner’s almost done.”

Eddie nods and comes into the kitchen. He glances into the living room where Christopher’s so glued to the television he hadn’t even noticed his father’s arrival. “Oh good, he finished his book,” Eddie says, and it spreads warmth through Buck’s chest that Eddie didn’t even question if Buck just let him watch TV without doing his homework. The trust Eddie has that Buck will just do the right thing for Christopher…It takes Buck’s breath away if he thinks about it for too long.

He turns back to the food, cursing when he sees the asparagus is on the verge of burning. He hears Eddie puttering around behind him while he salvages the vegetables, and then Eddie speaks up again.

“Buck, there are three cookies missing from this rack.”

“Three?” Buck practically squawks, spinning around. He looks at the incriminating third empty spot on the rack, mouth open to defend himself until he looks up at Eddie and his gaze catches on the tiny smear of chocolate on his bottom lip. “Hmm. Might want to wipe your mouth before you go pointing fingers.”

Eddie grins, a bright, beautiful thing, before darting his tongue out to collect the chocolate. Buck turns back to the stove and tells himself the heat on his face is from the pan in front of him.

He opens his mouth to ask Eddie to set the table, but Eddie’s already there, pulling out three of everything. Half the sets, because everything Buck bought came in sets of six. He doesn’t know if that means anything. He feels like it should. Maybe it just means he needs to rotate the stacks in his cabinets so half the sets aren’t getting all the wear and tear.

He won’t though. Later they’ll wash these dishes together, and he’ll put the three plates on top of the three left in the cabinet, the three glasses in front of the three collecting dust, three forks on top in the drawer. Maybe those three forks will tarnish faster, maybe the color will fade from the plates, maybe a glass will get chipped.

He likes the idea that Eddie and Christopher are so intertwined in his life that they could wear out his dishes. It brings to mind the comfort of sagging blue couch cushions.

He smiles to himself as he plates up their food. If he’s always viewed his life as one big equation, and now he’s good at math, maybe it means the solution is right in front of him.

#911 spoilers  #911 fic #6x13 coda #Buddie #buckley diaz family #seriously idk if this is good or not I wrote it in a fugue state #my fic #tumblr ficlets

[watchyourbuck]

“Is this… turning you on?” if it sparks joy 👀👀👀 xx

Buck was a little shit.

He kept shoving the whole spoonful inside his mouth and licking it clean, swirling his tongue around it like nobody’s business.

Drops of ice cream were spilling over the corner of his mouth, and going down his chin, to which he simply made throaty little sounds to, before wiping them off with the back of his hand.

Yeah, Buck was a little shit because he knew exactly what he was doing.

From across the table, Eddie stared at him with god given patience, breathing heavily and following his every move.

He had made him promise him that he wouldn’t touch him. That he’d only watch.

Thing is, they weren’t alone.

Submerged in menial conversation, Bobby, Hen and Chimney filled the rest of the seats around them. They barked and laughed and told stupid little jokes Eddie couldn’t bring himself to laugh at.

Somehow, none of them had realized something was off — except for Buck, of course, who was on his second bowl of Ben & Jerry’s.

“That’s what I said to him– ‘do you even work here?’, and he started panicking!”

Out of context, Chim’s words made no sense, but even if Eddie was uh, focused on something else, he was well aware that they were all making fun of their new probie.

“We should cut him so slack,” said their Captain, fooling absolutely no one. “We don’t want the guy to hate us.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, his gaze flickering only for a second to where Bobby sat, clutching his belly in laughter. Ravi was probably terrified of them all by now.

With a mild clink, Buck attracted Eddie’s attention back to him. He had an eyebrow raised, and he was frozen in the middle of his performance, waiting for his man to concentrate.

Eddie’s ears turned red. He glanced at their friends before straightening up in his seat, trying his best to hide the hand he was using to adjust himself every couple of minutes.

“I’m pretty sure he thought I was a man,” said Hen, to which Chimney doubled over himself to in silent laughter. “He saw me from behind!”

“How- how did he- ? Oh my god,” cackled Bobby, barely getting through the sentence. A tear was forming on the corner of his eye.

They hadn’t laughed like this in a minute.

In hindsight, Eddie would have loved to be a part of the conversation but Buck wouldn’t let up.

The tip of his tongue was now expertly tracing the metal, and although his head was turned to the side, his eyes were still on Eddie.

Dear god. This man was a monster.

Eddie closed his own, exhaling carefully. Both his hands were on his knees, turning white from the grip he had on them. He couldn’t let his will be broken. Not like this, not so embarrassingly easily.

He looked up, only to find the spoon had been replaced by one of Buck’s fingers. His index.

Don’t think about it, don’t think about it- isn’t that the one he uses to open you up?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Buck smirked, withdrawing his finger from his mouth with a low pop, specifically made so only Eddie could hear. “Is this… turning you on?” he mouthed, the words trapped in the back of his throat.

Eddie wasn’t the best lip reader, but that he got. “You’re an animal,” he mouthed back, short of panting on the table.

Buck smiled, a little too brightly. He pushed the bowl away from him, earning himself the attention of their friends. “Okay, I think Eddie and I have uh-, a pending discussion. If you’ll excuse us.”

With that, he stood up. He must’ve known his words were as suggestive as they got, but he didn’t seem to care. He looked at Eddie and let out a small ‘c’mon’, before extending his hand to him.

Bracing himself, Eddie mimicked his moves, standing — bent forward, of course, as he didn’t want to poke anyone in the eye —, then grabbing his hand with more need than he wanted to admit.

Hen scrunched up her face. “Guys, c’mon,” she sighed, covering her face with her hands.

Like a child, Chimney made a disgusted noise before averting his eyes.

Buck chortled, leading Eddie around the table, and pushing him so he’d walk in front of him. He let go of his hand to put both of them on Eddie’s hips, prompting him to move.

“Buck, we talked about this!” Bobby yelled, his voice following them as they made their way down the stairs. “Don’t use the firetruck!”

Buck laughed, jumping the last step. He pulled Eddie into the locker room by the collar of his shirt, but not before shouting back. “Yes, Cap!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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[cowboysandpilots]

Buck's birthmark is quickly becoming one of Eddie's favourite things. He sees Maddie kiss it once, and the subsequent way that Buck lights up after, well, that really sinches it for Eddie.

It soon becomes second nature for him to do exactly what Maddie had done: kiss the birthmark by his eye more than his cheeks or forehead, or even lips. It comes especially in the morning when everything is still soft and sleepy, and they wake up tangled together, skin on skin.

The first time he does it, Buck flinches gently, and Eddie wonders if he's done the wrong thing, if that was strictly a 'Buck and Maddie' thing, and he intruded on it. He lets his eyes flick over to meet Buck's, and what he sees there is anything but a man who is about to tell him off. His blue eyes are glassy, pricked with tears, and he looks so stunned, so absolutely adoring, with his lips parted in surprise and a whispered and slightly breathless, "I love you."

The first one of many.

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[spotsandsocks]

A buddie bachelor party moment 🥴🥂🥴

Throwing it out into the void for now- be back to tag later for FIF

It had been brief, almost too light to feel but it happened. It definitely happened. A bump of soft skin against soft skin breaking a barrier that hadn’t mattered until now.

The fingers now brushing those same lips are rough and calloused but not the ones he’s becoming used to.

Buck can’t help the way his lips part or the way his eyes drift to Eddie’s own mouth. His gaze goes unnoticed because Eddie’s own hazy eyes are intent on following the path of his fingers.

It breaks something inside him to say the words.

“Eddie I’m with Tommy.”

The fingers move away at once and the soft sound that leaves his best friend’s mouth is undefinable.

The words are clear even if they are a little slurred.

“I know, just never thought I could, before.”

Eddie laughs but he’s not amused.

“Still can’t huh!”

Then he stumbles away and Buck lets himself slump to the floor. He hears a thump that judging by the feet he can see sticking out of the bath tub is Eddie choosing where to spend the night.

The floor is surprisingly comfortable and he’s far too drunk to deal with any of this and so is Eddie. They’ll talk in the morning. It’ll be alright in the morning.

Dawn breaks and the sun is well into the sky before anyone has the motivation to open their eyes and by then neither of them remembers anything of the night before, including what the hell happened to the groom.

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