#buck stuttering as he asks eddie about his date

[houseofevanbuckley]

The thing about boyfriends is that Buck never had one. He has been one to others but never got his own, and now Tommy and he are around 15 dates. They’ve met each other’s friends and colleagues.

Buck met Tommy’s brother because the man crashed one of their date at Tommy’s place without knowing. Tommy met Maddie and only saw his parents from afar at the wedding, which Buck was immensely happy about.

They’re dating and it’s good, so good actually.

He thinks if he was dating a girl he’d be her boyfriend now, but is Tommy his? Is it the same for queer relationships?

Buck is just getting into his own head. He knows what he wants to call Tommy, but can he? Should he talk about it?

He never really had that kind of talk. He always became the boyfriend after the 2/3 months period, often the “I’m not seeing anyone other than you” talk would mean that by itself.

And they had that talk with Tommy, they actually had that talk two weeks in, but they still haven’t had the talk or met anybody where one of them called the other their boyfriends.

But now, they just came across Taylor while walking around and she’s talking, asking questions about his life and how he is and Tommy is awkwardly standing by.

“Oh, it’s been good, uh, you know life,” stutters Buck, “hum, just… that’s Tommy by the way, uh, my …friend.”

And Tommy is just raising an eyebrow, not saying anything.

Taylor quickly moves on and leave them alone and Buck doesn’t dare look at Tommy for fear of what he’ll see here.

He knows now, he saw the reaction “friend” caused. He has a boyfriend, and he wants to run back to Taylor and tell her and fix it and …

“So…” says Tommy, “friends, uh?”

Buck winces and finally looks at Tommy, who just looks back at him, lips a little pursed, but his eyes don’t look like he’s angry.

“Didn’t know you let ‘friends’ do what I did to you yesterday. Should I have a talk with Chimney and Eddie?”

Buck feels his face heat, thinking about how Tommy took him apart with his tongue for almost a full hour yesterday and actually making him beg.

He can’t even answer to that.

“Also, do friends have to have a drawer in each other places? Because I think I should reclaim the space that you stole from me, ‘friend’ ' “ he says with a smile, and Buck finally realizes it is just teasing.

Tommy’s eyes have that little shine they get when he just jokes around, his eyes squinting a little and his lips quirking.

“Ugh, you’re such an ass. I don’t know why I like you.”

“Careful, that’s not a way to speak to your friends.“

And Buck just, he just can’t with that man and pulls him in for a kiss. It’s not the first time they kiss outside, where people can see, but it’s still as exhilarating as the first.

“I told you,” Tommy says after the kiss, soft smile on, “we’re going at your pace. If you want me to just be your friends to random people in the street, it’s ok.”

“What if I don’t want it? Maybe…” he stops and swallows, “maybe I want to call you my boyfriend.”

Tommy’s smile is blinding before he bends a little to kiss him, fingers under his chin like he does so often, reminding them both of their first kiss.

“I’d be honored to be your boyfriend Evan.”

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[renecdote]

rebirth

Bi Buck cured my writers block, please have this short little episode coda for 7x04. [Read on AO3]

It’s after one a.m. when the light, bubbly excitement in his stomach sours, fear creeping in. Buck’s next breath sticks in his chest, his heart races, his fingers start tingling, and it’s so much like what kissing Tommy did to him, but for all the wrong reasons this time. His phone screen is suddenly too bright in the darkness, his search history a towering mess of questions, and Reddit threads, and quizzes he clicked into then out of before he could finish taking them.

The problem, he thinks, is that it felt so right. Tommy tilted his chin up and pressed their lips together and it felt like—himself, for the first time in… forever, maybe. Buck doesn’t know what he’s meant to do with that. Go out on Saturday night, maybe (hopefully) kiss Tommy again (and again and again and again), but then… But then?

He wants to call Eddie because he always wants to call Eddie. He wants to blurt out all the things he kept under his tongue when he apologised earlier. He wants to hear Eddie say his name, soft and warm and knowing, because if anyone can make him feel seen and heard and at home in his own skin, it’s Eddie. He wants so hard it’s almost painful.

But it’s the middle of the night, he can’t call Eddie.

He can’t call Maddie either. She would answer, he knows, and she’d have just the right words for the spiralling anxiety that’s sucking him in, but he’s not going to scare her with the phone ringing in the middle of the night. There have been too many calls like that that have only been bad news.

He won’t worry Hen or Bobby with a call like that either.

And as much as Buck wants to confide in them, wants to crack his chest open and show his family what has been inside the whole time, there’s another part of him that doesn’t want to share. Not yet. He feels like the newborn calves he saw at the ranch in Montana, young and fragile and unsteady as he tries to find his feet. The world suddenly feels bigger. Brighter. And it’s exciting, it’s freeing, but he can’t help feeling daunted, like he might get lost if he’s not careful.

“Bisexual,” he says aloud, just to hear himself say it, to taste the way it feels on his tongue not just as a word but as an identity. It feels like an exhalation, trembling at the edges but not just with fear, or excitement, but with relief. He thinks of that first breath of air when his head came above water in the tsunami, he thinks of being struck by lightning, he thinks of stepping into Station 118 for the first time, he thinks of catching the Jeep keys Maddie tossed him in the dark of a Hershey street all those years ago. Buck knows what it is like to be reborn, but he has never had a kiss make him feel like this before.

Did the first time you kissed a girl feel like this? he wants to ask Hen. Does it feel like this every time?

Is this the magic you were talking about when you first met Shannon? he wants to ask Eddie.

I figured it out, he wants to tell Bobby. I figured out what being at ease with myself feels like.

He has a shift in six and a half hours, but sleep feels as impossible as it did when he first climbed into bed. Buck lifts a hand to trace his lips in his dark, reliving the memory of Tommy there. He imagines Tommy everywhere else too, trailing his hand down his body, fitting Tommy into all the places a few dozen women have touched before. He feels like a teenager, giddy at just the thought of sex—of everything—and he exhales a laugh in the dark.

Buck opens his phone again and sends a text to the one person he knows is on shift and might already be awake: when you said you’d pick me up on Saturday, you meant in the chopper right?

Tommy replies instantly: those things are a bitch to park

And a second later: maybe on the third date

There it is again: breath stuttering, heart racing, fingers tingling. Buck wonders if this is what it feels like to get behind the controls and fly. He grins at his phone. He can’t wait to find out.

#Evan Buckley #911 abc #911 Spoilers #fic

[colonoscopys]

in my head

bucktommy (mostly...)

Everything about being with a man is—fucking incredible.  There are the little, tiny things, like how he gets to borrow Tommy’s products that he keeps scattered around Buck’s bathroom (except for the hair products. Tommy’s hair is frustratingly straight. Unlike him). How Buck gets to tug on his sweater after sex, and feel it lie loose around his collar and drag around his elbows. How he gets to sink into a chest at the end of the night that’s warm and broad, soaked with cologne, and run a hand down hard, toned muscles that quiver when he lingers for too long. And then there are bigger things. Things that don’t necessarily come with dating a man, but things that seem to come along with dating—Tommy. 

He’s frustratingly confident and suave, for one. Cool in ways that Buck’s always felt an indomitable pressure to be whenever he was with women he liked. All that seems to come effortlessly for Tommy, and it’s easy to see it in the way he holds the door open for Buck, one hand on his lower back, herding him into a restaurant with his own body pressed up against his back.

It’s easy to see it in the way he flies Buck around in his helicopter, hands grasped over the controls with ease, listening to Buck chatter and occasionally filling in with little tidbits of information that he knows Buck would like. And it’s especially easy to see when he’s in bed with Buck, eyes half-lidded like he doesn’t even need to see what he’s doing to him, hands fisted in Buck’s hair, in his mouth, over his wrists and down the waistband of his briefs he drives him insane and then kisses him, sweet, with an easy little laugh as Buck tries to tell him that. 

Tommy is…patient too. Patient when he stutters through an awkward explanation with Eddie on their first date. Patient when telling the 118 about them takes one week, then two, and then finally three until Tommy doesn’t have to take an awkward step away whenever they’re together at the station. Patient when Buck freaks as soon as he gets a hand around his dick. And patient—even when Buck swears he’s gonna fuck this up.

He’s calm—especially when Buck is catastrophizing in ways that mankind is probably unaware of. He just smiles and listens, and then soothes whatever Buck is saying with some one-line answer that Buck hasn’t thought of.

He’s tactile in ways that Buck’s never even known he’s needed—pressing a kiss behind Buck’s ear whenever he has to leave the room, putting a palm on some part of his body whenever they’re just standing next to each other, and slipping his hands into his when they’re walking to the car, to the movies, to dinner, to work—to wherever. He’s sweet, funny, an amazing cook, interesting, and kind.

And more recently, he’s really fucking hot when he’s worried. 

“Evan?” He hears someone say—and well, there’s only two people in the world who say his name in a way that makes Buck’s stomach churn something fierce, and thankfully they’re far, far away.

“Hey,” Buck breathes, his voice just a little low and raspy. He’s sitting with his feet over the edge of a hospital bed, waiting for the nurse to come back with the paperwork he needs to sign so he can get out of here.

“Jesus Christ,” Tommy says instead of a reply, stepping forward to look at the smudged bruises on Buck’s throat, abnormally bright simply because Buck is pale enough to wear a bruise like a fucking neon sign. 

“Not that bad,” Buck says, trying to smile as he spreads his legs and lets Tommy come close. He puts his big, calloused palm against the hinge of his jaw, tilting Buck’s head back to get a closer look, and then making a low tutting sound. 

He got off shift and went home for a couple of hours, if Buck remembers correctly, so the wet hair and the warm smell of body wash radiating off of him makes sense. Also makes sense why it makes Buck so goddamn woozy.

“How was work?” Buck asks, bringing a hand up to the side of Tommy’s waist to hold him there. He lets his ring finger slide underneath his shirt and rub against the smooth, warm skin.

“A lot less dangerous than yours,” he replies, finally finishing with twisting Buck’s head left and right and looking down at him in the eyes. “I was worried.”

He leans down and plants a kiss on Buck’s face, with absolutely no bite to it and all sweetness. Buck smiles into it and gives him another one before pulling back and looking back at him. He’s got a little wrinkle between his brow. Buck prefers it when he’s got the smile wrinkles anyhow. 

“You don’t need to be,” Buck says, stupid-soft. 

Tommy hums. “I’ll be the decider on that,” he says, and looks out the door. “What’d they say? How are you feeling?”

Buck shrugs, trying not to purr as Tommy runs his hand up the side of his face and starts making big, sweeping motions over the stubble on his cheek. “Just said to see if anything gets worse over the next few hours. I feel fine—just a little headache. Soreness in my throat.”

Tommy listens intently, scrunching in the brow still ever-present, like Buck is giving him instructions on how to perform brain surgery.

“Okay, we’ll—”

“Tommy,” a voice comes, just from the left. Eddie looks surprised to see the two of them, like he always does, even though Buck and Tommy have been together for more than a few weeks. “You came.”

“Yeah, man,” Tommy says, dropping his hand to put it over Buck’s shoulder so he can turn to face Eddie, still in between Buck’s legs. “Thanks for texting me.”

Eddie swallows. Buck still can’t figure out why he looks so fucking shifty all the time, like him and Tommy had some big falling out even though Tommy’s reassured him that they’re fine. “Of course.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence, another one to add to the collection because there have been a lot of awkward silences between the three of them lately, before Eddie starts, and then Tommy goes too with—

“So I’ll take—”

“I’m guessing—”

They pause. Take a stifling moment to take an awkward breath. 

“Tommy can drive me home,” Buck fills in, helpfully. He tilts his head towards him while Tommy rubs a thumb over his neck, so gentle he can barely feel it. “Thanks for offering, though.”

Eddie’s eyes flicker between the two of them. They’re so brown, Buck can’t believe it sometimes. He’s been looking younger and younger these days, with his hair poofy like the day Buck met him, and his t-shirts fitting him just the same way. Tight around his shoulders and fluttering around his abs.

Buck swallows.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, after a second, a smile pulling at half his face. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Buck nods, and Eddie shakes his head over at Tommy, some sort of man thing that Buck hasn’t really mustered yet. 

The nurse trickles in just as Eddie leaves, and Buck’s in the car in no time, back at his loft where he’s changing into the hoodie Tommy left over his chair the other night, plaid pajama pants, and wearing Tommy’s arms, too, as he curdles into him in bed.

“How do you feel?” Tommy asks, smothered into the back of Buck’s hair. His arms are tight around his waist, hand flat against his lower belly. Buck rubs a hand up and down his arm and feels the softness of his hair. 

His throat already hurts less and less, and he’d be surprised if he woke up with any bruising.

“Better,” he murmurs in the dark. “I feel better.”

Tommy smiles into his hair, and then shifts so he can press a kiss into his cheek. His legs tangle up with Buck’s under the covers, easily mixing themselves together. Buck sighs; feels himself relax. 

“You smell like me,” Tommy whispers.

“Gee,” Buck laughs. It only hurts a little. “I wonder why.”

Tommy snuggles into him, infinitely closer for a second, while Buck blinks in the dark.

Once, twice, three times. He tries to settle down. He closes his eyes and breathes, trying to will his heart down and to let the darkness of the loft wash over him. 

For some reason, he can’t get a shade of brown to leave with the light. 

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[wolvesofinnistrad]

Now on AO3 here (with slightly better editing)

Tommy spots him off to the side just after they start playing. He gives Evan a nod and gets one back, and he's confused. Because Eddie has told him he doesn't like basketball, and Evan kind of let it slip he only came last time because he wanted to see him.

Oh.

He loses the ball in his distraction, then tries to shake it off. "Get it together Kinard," he whispers to himself.

A few moments later he's got the ball again, perfect shot lined up, and he glances at Evan, almost showing off a little and the little fucker winks at him.

He misses the shot by a mile, his team is a little frustrated but all Tommy can hear is the beat of his own heart thudding in his ears.

This boy is gonna kill him.

He really thought it was just gonna be a little fling. Something fun and new and wild. If he's honest he hasn't even dated That many guys himself, and certainly no one like Evan. Not someone that blushes at every word he says, that treats each kiss like the last breath of air, that looks at him like he's so experienced and put together and...

Someone runs into him and he almost falls over. He hears Evan laugh, and its such a good laugh. He's so very very screwed.

Tommy manages to make it through the game, losing badly, but he finds that he really doesn't care that much today. Not when that blinding smile like sunshine is laser focused on him postgame. Not when he hears a stuttered "h-hey Tommy," from Buck that literally makes him wanna drag that boy into a kiss right here.

But Evan isn't ready for that he doesn't think. Fuck does he want it though.

"Hey Evan. What're you doing here?" He asks as he grabs his things, uses a towel to wipe the sweat off his brow and arms.

Evan is staring at him, following the towel and he tests an idea, running it down his legs, then rucking up his shirt and doing his abs. Evan honest to God licks his lips and exhales shakily and that makes Tommy nearly pop a boner right there.

He presses in closer, watches as much as hears the intake of breath from Evan. "I... i just wanted to see you..." Evan says and fuck he's blushing. The kid is honest to god blushing and his eyes are darting all over, to Tommy's face, his lips, his body.

"Well that's good. I've been wanting to see you too." His hand comes up of its own accord, about to grab him, but then he remembers where they are and just punches Evan's arm. Well, he was aiming for his arm but he hit his chest. And fuck if that wasn't solid muscle he just hit.

Evan actually moans a bit and slaps a hand over his own mouth, looking around to make sure no one else heard.

But Tommy heard.

"Wanna walk me to my car?" He asks, and Evan nods, following along. Once they get there he goes and opens the back door and tosses his bag in, but then he goes to the passenger aide and opens it.

"I, uh, I drove here," Evan says, uncertain.

Tommy looks at him, eyes trailing up and down his body. "I know. Get in."

Evan complies readily, scrambling into the seat in his haste and fuck if that doesnt make Tommy wanna ravage him right here. Not yet though.

Soon.

Once they're both inside the car the tension is palpable. He looks over, seeing that flush still high in Evan's cheeks. He places a hand on the man's thigh, his thick muscular thigh, and then moves in, swallowing down the gasp Evan lets out as he kisses him.

Its so good. Fuck its too good. At some point his other hand has come up to tangle in Evan's hair, he has curls, how did he not notice the curls before. Hes just about to try going for Evan's neck when he feels a soft pressure against his chest and immediately he shuts himself down, pulls away, panting.

He stares at Evan, trying to see if he pushed too far, he wasnt trying to he just got carried away. Hes about to say that when Evan simply goes "Fuck..."

That makes Tommy laugh. Evan is even redder than before and when he looks down well, the side of his hand is touching something that definitely wasn't there when he first put his hand on Evan's thigh.

Evan's eyes flick down and he groans. "Wow you, uh, you're," he trails off, but Tommy knows, he's tenting his basketball shorts. Its not embarassing at all though because he doesn't mind Evan knowing how much he does it for him even if they haven't gotten that far yet.

"Yeah, i am. Because of you. Is that okay?" He asks, making sure.

Evan laughs, a nervous but somehow giddy thing. "Its new. But yeah, yeah that's... I didn't even think about like, that being a thing yet."

"Theres a lot of new 'things' to get used to when dating a man Evan."

"Yeah im starting to see that."

He catches his eyes, lettting the moment linger. "And is it okay?"

Evan reaches over and kisses him again, this time softer, more like the first one. "Yeah, it is," he says as he presses their foreheads together. Then he's pulling away. "Now i need to go before i do something very embarassing and very public."

Tommy laughs and pulls him in to another kiss, whispering in his ear "if it wasn't for me wanting to make your first time special I'd have already been blowing you right here." Maybe its too much too soon, but he feels like he has to say it.

Evan stares at him for a moment and Tommy tenses, worried he just fucked that up. Then he laughs. "You have no idea how much I wanna take you up on that but... I have a history of fucking things up when I fall into bed too fast. So as much as its literally killing me," he looks at his own crotch, Tommy thinks he might see a twitch that actually makes his mouth dry, "is it okay if we go slow?"

Tommy nods, sitting back in his seat, no longer crowding the younger man. "We can go as slow as you like. I get it." He looks at Evan again and smiles. "I better go take a shower, I reek." Then, laughing as he adjusts himself a bit, "a very cold shower."

Evan looks uncertain, Tommy raises an eyebrow in question and then the man blurts out "i think you smell great." He blushes even more after that and Tommy smirks.

"Oh yeah? All sweaty and gross?"

Evan seems to pause, like hes struggling with whether to say this or not. "I..."

Tommy gives him a warm, welcoming smile. "Evan dont be embarassed you can say what you wanna say."

Evan looks at him and some of the uncertainty seems to clear. "I always kinda thought it smelled nice. Like sweat and just... that't weird I'm sorry." It almost looks like he might flee and Tommy grabs his hand.

"Hey look at me." Evan does. "First of all, that isn't actually uncommon. A lot of guys are into that." He pauses to let that sink in. "Me included."

Evan looks scandalized, but also a bit turned on. "Really?" He says, his voice a bit strangled.

Tommy just chuckles. "Yeah, really. I think you'll find what guys like with each other might be a little different than what you've thought you were, I'll say 'allowed' to like with women?" He says, not sure hoe to phrase it.

Evan smiles really broadly at that, still shy, but relieved too. He leans in for another kiss and Tommy sinks into it. If Evan inhales a bit deeper before he pulls away well Tommy isn't going to call him on it.

"I better go. I, uh, I'll call you later?" Evan says, his pupils are blown wide and fuck if Tommy doesnt need that shower stat.

"Yeah. I'll be waiting," he says and he doesn't even care if he sounds like a fucking teenager again because this boy has got a hold on him.

Evan takes two tries to open the door because he wont drag his eyes away from Tommy, which is adorable.

"Bye Tommy," Evan says as he gets out and lingers by the door.

"See you later kid," he says, watching Evan turn around and walk off. And if Tommy stares through his rearview mirror for way longer than normal no one has to know.

#bucktommy #kinkley #tommy kinard #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard pov #fanfiction #my fic #911 abc

[chronicowboy]

"Can I tell you something?"

Honestly, Eddie isn't sure where it comes from. One moment he's watching Buck trying and failing to bite through the long line of melted cheese stretching from his mouth to the slice of pizza held at arm's length, the next something scolding tears through his chest like a bullet from a sniper's rifle and Eddie's mouth falls open before he can think of what he's going to say.

"'Course," Buck mumbles through his mouthful of pizza, breathing around it because its still too hot of course. There's a smear of red sauce on his chin and the pizza is still held aloft about a foot away from his mouth, Eddie finds him desperately beautiful.

"In the truck, after I was shot," Eddie slides the plate under the pizza slice just as Buck drops it, "and after you told me you weren't hurt, there was one last moment that I fought to stay awake."

"Eddie—"

"Not for Christopher, not for you, but for myself." Eddie nods, eyes trained on the picture of Buck and Christopher on the fridge. "I just wanted to look at you. Just for one last moment. When I knew that you were okay, that you weren't hurt, that I didn't have to worry about you or Chris. I just wanted to look at you." Ironic, he thinks, that he can't look at Buck now. He sucks in a sharp breath and turns to meet Buck's dazed blue eyes. "I wanted you to be the last thing I saw." Buck swallows, that damn string of cheese still hanging from his lips. "And then I woke up to Ana sat next to me in the hospital, and I don't think I've ever been more disappointed in my life."

The loft hasn't been this silent since the morning after that one fateful night during quarantine when they'd thought it would be a good idea to get hammered and play truth or dare, and nobody could look each other in the eye over the several terrible secrets that had been revealed.

Its that same cloying silence now.

Not their usual silence. Not the comfortable silence Eddie revels in. Not the warm silence that greeted him when Eddie walked into the loft with a pizza after asking Buck to call him with an "emergency" to get out of a date with Pepa's latest "perfect woman".

"W-why are you telling me this?" Buck stutters out. "Why- Why now?"

"Because I've been on four dates since you died and none of them have felt remotely close to the night we scammed ten Porterhouses out of the Chief." Eddie shrugs, looking out to the red umbrella flapping in the wind on the balcony. He swings his gaze around to Buck. "Because you said you had the answers, and I'm hoping with everything in me that you have the answer to this question."

"W-what, um, what question is that? E-exactly?" Buck asks, voice breathy.

"If I told you that I'd been falling since that ambulance exploded," Eddie smiles, its a shaky thing full of fear, "would you catch me?"

"Always," Buck breathes without any hesitation, laying his big hand on Eddie's forearm. "Always, Eddie."

"And if I asked for your heart?" Eddie manages to choke out.

"You've had it the whole time, Eddie." Buck smiles, just as shaky as Eddie's had been, but bright and brilliant. "It only started beating again for you."

"One last question?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, his own smile beginning to ache in his cheeks.

"Anything," Buck promises.

"Will you kiss me?"

"Now, I'm not sure about that," Buck grins, all smug and self-assured despite the fucking cheese still on his fucking chin. "Don't I get a date first, Diaz?"

"What? Pizza and beer isn't good enough for you?" Eddie quirks an eyebrow, plan already forming in his head for a homecooked meal lit by candles in the kitchen at home, undoubtedly a panicked call to Bobby when the lasagne doesn't go to plan.

"I'd like to be wooed," Buck says haughtily. "I died, I won you steaks, I think I deserve a little wooing."

"Oh, you do, do you?"

"I do actually," Buck grins at him.

"How about you finish your pizza first," Eddie reaches up to cup Buck's cheek, uses his thumb to catch the string of cheese and gently pushes it past Buck's lips which open for him willingly, "and then we can circle back round to the wooing?"

Eddie pulls his thumb from Buck's mouth with a pop and watches Buck's pupils dilate until the blue of his irises is entirely eclipsed.

"Nope, wooed enough," Buck blurts out before grabbing Eddie's face and crashing their lips together clumsily.

Its the best first kiss of his life.

#sami rambles #this came out like word vomit. it wrote itself. idk what it is #i saw the pic of eddie looking up at buck and this happened #so enjoy ig #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #911 spec #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buck x eddie fic #buck x eddie fanfic #911 spec fic #not really but u know

[bidisasterevankinard]

I can't imagine a world with you gone

bucktommy / T / 3981

Buck was happy with Tommy and he wanted him to know it. He wanted to tell Tommy in words how he felt about him. But of course the moment Buck said the words “I’m happy”, universe said “Fuck you”. In the worst way possible. Or Buck has to see how universe tries to take Tommy from him.

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Buck never was so happy as the months he was dating Tommy. He never felt so settled in his skin and relationships, even in way longer relationships with Taylor he was missing part of himself. And it wasn't connected so much with the thing that he dated the man now. It was because for the first time Buck stopped feeling like he was trying too hard to play his part. Like somewhere his girlfriends left him the script he should have followed, but he never read it and always felt lost with them.

With Tommy he felt in his place. Like he finally belongs. Like he can finally do something right, because Tommy likes him despite his flaws, that the man had seen more and more with time passing, choosing to stay anyway. Tommy stayed even after Buck told him, or more like stuttered over every word, why he didn’t like the idea of seeing his parents again, how he wanted them to somehow not to be at the wedding, how he wanted just some more time before he would come out to them telling them about his bisexuality. 

The older man just hugged him, kissed his forehead and told him he shouldn’t feel bad about his parents' mistakes. But he also shouldn’t come out to them if he’s not ready. Tommy said that they could be “just friends” at the wedding. Buck looked at him like he was something else, something absolutely surreal. Not only Tommy wasn’t running from him because of his family drama, he gave him the way to hold the old mask in front of them longer.

Yet, Buck didn’t want it. When he saw the support and something so tender in Tommy’s clean sky eyes, he knew he would come out to them before the wedding. And he did. During the dinner on their first night in LA he looked at them and introduced them to his boyfriend, holding his big hand for support.

Since then their relationships have only gotten stronger. Buck met Tommy’s friends and family, found some stories about Tommy’s past in the 118, army and 217. Heard about some exes Tommy had. But most importantly he began to find out more and more details about what kind of person Tommy is now, falling in love with him every day. 

At their anniversary of the kiss tomorrow, Buck decided to get Tommy to the restaurant the man wanted to try for so long, but couldn’t find the time. So Buck went “all Buck” and found the way to book a table to woo his man on such an important day for them.

Buck was happy with Tommy and he wanted him to know it. He wanted to tell Tommy in words how he felt about him. But of course the moment Buck said the words “I’m happy”, universe said “Fuck you”. 

In the worst way possible.

It started as a big fire at the warehouse where some people were lost. It was just Buck’s call then. But they needed the help of more people, so Tommy’s station came to help, not just with air support, but with leaving some firefighters behind. 

Buck finds out Tommy is one of them already inside the warehouse, where he and Eddie found their victims and is ready to get them out. Tommy’s voice over the radio confirms the order to check the delta zone, and Buck can’t help but feel a strange weight on his heart. As if he should be shouting at Tommy to stay outside. He puts it down to the fact that he is not used to his boyfriend running into the fire like him, and not staying in helicopters skillfully piloting them.

Oh, how he is wrong.

He and Eddie are outside, passing their people to Hen and Chim, and fist bump each other, walking to Bobby, who listens to something said to him and pales. Buck already doesn't like it and he is ready to ask what is wrong when Bobby’s voice over the radio orders everyone to get out.

Everyone inside confirms it, and Buck is happy to hear Tommy too. He turns to the warehouse trying to see his boyfriend getting out when the worst happens.

Something explodes inside. And it explodes in the delta zone. In the zone where Tommy was. Buck for a few seconds can't even move, trying to make his eyes stop showing him a nightmare that can't be real. It can't be true. Tommy can't be in danger in a burning building. It's not true. Buck's just asleep and having a nightmare. He has to wake up. 

He. Has. To. Wake. Up.

But it’s real, he knows, when everyone around him goes loud, but he still can’t move. He hears Bobby order everyone who was inside to give him updates. One by one they confirm that they are going out. Everyone except Tommy.

“Firefighter Kinard, your status?” Bobby asks again, and Buck is pretty sure if he doesn’t not hear the answer this time, he will pass out because he is not breathing, scared to miss Tommy’s answer. He just listens, not breathing, not moving, only silently begging Tommy to answer. “Firefighter Kinard, what is your status?”

Nothing. Tommy still says nothing. 

The radio is silent. Someone starts saying something to Bobby, but Buck only listens when he hears Tommy’s name.

“Firefighter Kinard is still near the delta zone, but,” Buck’s heart misses a beat and he can see that Eddie near him doesn’t like where it goes too, “ he is not moving.” 

And that’s it. Buck fight or flight instinct kicks in, and the body and brain of first responder goes into action. He runs to the warehouse, but not even makes it half a way when strong hands behind him stop him, making him hit the person who dares to stop him from saving his boyfriend. 

“Buck stop,” the person screams at him.

It's Eddie. The traitor who doesn’t let him go and save his boyfriend is Eddie. 

“Stop it. You can’t help Tommy, when you don’t think straight,” Eddie pins him to his body, using all his power to hold Buck. “You don’t even have your mask and air tanks on you, how the hell are you going to go and save him? By killing yourself? Well, I will not let you. And Tommy wouldn’t let you too,” Eddie screams and Buck’s body goes weak. 

Eddie is right. His tank was empty so he took it off and his mask now possibly lays somewhere on the ground, where he lost it when couldn’t hold anything in his hands after he saw the explosion. 

“It’s Tommy, Eddie,” Buck turns his head to his best friend, not being strong enough to stop the tears from his eyes. “It’s Tommy. I-I should save him. I-I can’t lose him Eddie. Please I-I can’t,” he is crying and Eddie hugs him to his chest.

“I know, Buck. I know. Trust me I’m barely holding myself from running there too,” Buck hears in Eddie’s voice that it's true. Tommy and Eddie become friends quickly and they are close like all other 118 family members. Tommy means a lot to Eddie. 

“But we need to think straight,” Eddie’s voice becomes strict. It's the type of the voice Eddie uses on the worst call, when he tries hard to work with a cold head. “We need to let Bobby make the plan and let others save him.”

“B-but,” Buck tries to say it should be him who should save Tommy, but all the words are lost.

“You can’t help him now, Buck. Right now you should let other people help him,” Buck wants to cry from how right Eddie is. 

He knows deep down he is not even close to the head space where it would be safe for him to get into the burning building and save his boyfriend. He knows it's how it should be. But can’t just sit and wait for someone to save Tommy.

It should be him.

He again tries to fight Eddie, but the man overpowers him.

“Buck, I’ll sedate you if you do it again. Will be forever your number one enemy, but at least will save you.” 

Buck screams from pain hearing it.

“You-you never can be my enemy.” 

Eddie looks at him with so much pain in his eyes.

“If I don’t bring Tommy from there alive, save and sound, I’ll be.”

“Never,” Buck whispers, but Eddie hears it anyway. “You can never be my enemy. But please Eddie, please we need to find a way to get him out. And I need to be with you, please.”

Eddie nods.

“Grab the tanks, find a new mask and let’s hear what Bobby has for us.” 

They quickly do it all before coming back to Bobby. 

The man looks at Buck with so much emotion, Buck can’t look him in the eyes.

“I’m not sure I can let you inside, Buck,” Bobby’s captain's voice, yet with so much care, tells him that. “You and Tommy are in a relationship and we still don’t know what condition he can be in. I don’t want to risk anything.”

Buck begs, “Bobby, please, I…”

“You stay with Hen and Chim and let me and Eddie find him,” it’s said abruptly, without any of the care with which Bobby usually speaks, but Buck knows that the very fact that Bobby is putting him out of danger is an act of caring. He's just so angry at everything. He also is tired. So he just falls on his butt, hugging his knees, takes off his helmet and nods, already looking only at the doors from where he expects to see his boyfriend to get out.

It’s never happened, of course.

When Eddie and Bobby are almost out ready to go, he speaks with so much grief in his voice he doesn’t think he ever heard from himself, “Bring him back to me,” he looks them in the eyes. “Please bring him back to me. Alive.”

Buck knows they can’t promise anything, but Eddie still nods at him and Buck has never been so thankful to have him as best friend. 

Buck doesn’t know for how long he sits in the same position, probably no more than ten minutes, feeling how from time to time Chim and Hen glance at him for several seconds between moving to work on their next patients.

He knows they don’t just check to make sure he is not running in the building, but also because they are worried about him. Buck hates that, actually. It’s not him who is in danger in the burning building in who knows what condition. And Buck just sits there letting other people work to save his Tommy when he is first responder too. When he knows how to do the job, but he sits and waits, the only thing left for him it’s to hope. To hope that Bobby and Eddie will find Tommy soon and take him out so Buck can hug him hard and never let him out of his embrace.

He hopes to have a chance to hug and kiss Tommy again soon. He hopes to see his smile again. He hopes to have his boyfriend with him <i>alive</i>.

Familiar hands hug him and take his face in the crook of their neck and Buck only now understands that he was crying all this time. His tears run over his dirty cheeks. Feeling Athena’s powerful aura makes Buck feel a little bit better. He tries to take part of her strength she holds in all her body for himself.  He is also just simply seeking and thankful to feel all the maternal care she has for him right now.

“H-how are you…”Buck tries to gather his thoughts but they are as foggy as the air around them.

“Dispatch said they need more police for control. I was here for some time, and the moment I was free and wanted to find Bobby I saw you. Hen told me what happened. I’m so sorry Buck,” she hugs him tighter and he cries harder.

“I-I can’t lose him, Athena,”  he raises his gaze to her, seeing her face contorted in pain, surely only partially reflecting all the agonizing pain Buck is feeling right now. “He-he makes me feel alive. Really alive. For the first time in my life. He makes me happy and free. He-he… I just can’t lose him. I w-won’t survive it.”

Athena doesn’t say anything but she puts her hand on his head patting it with so much love, Buck cries more.

His chest hurts and he wants to scream how terrible the pain is, but screams are not coming. Because if he gives up to the pain, it will mean he gave up on Tommy and Buck will never dare to do it.

He will hope to the very end. He will hope till Bobby or the doctor will tell him otherwise. 

Bobby’s voice over the radio makes the pain worse and better at the same time.

“We have a firefighter down. He is pinned down and unconscious. Possible spinal and head injuries. We need another paramedic, jaws, C-collar and backboard in the hall between the delta zone and west exit.” 

He wants to run in the building again, but now it’s Athena, like Eddie before, who doesn't let him. Buck watches how Chim and Ravi run inside.

Next minutes somehow are worse and longer than the time he didn't know Tommy's condition. But then he sees his family running out of the building with his boyfriend on the backboard, still unconscious, but Buck can see how his chest is moving and for now it’s enough for him.

This time he doesn’t let anyone stop him from running to his Tommy, jumping in the ambulance with Chim and Hen. No one really stops him.

He takes as little space as he can, letting Chim and Hen work their magic, just holding Tommy’s hand, counting his pulse and trying to breathe in this rhythm.

He kisses dirty knuckles and sends all his strength and fight to his boyfriend.

“I know you're unconscious, but I don’t care. You will listen to me and you will do how I say,” Buck kisses the pulse point on Tommy’s hand. “You will fight every minute when we’ll pass you to the doctors. You will wake up after they’ll put you into your room and you’ll see me sitting near you and you’ll smile and I’ll kiss you. And then we will book the table in this restaurant I booked for us again and we will have another anniversary there,” Buck holds Tommy’s hand near his lips saying it. “You are not allowed to leave me, you hear me? I don’t allow you to leave me. You stuck with me Kinard. And I won’t let you stop fighting to come back to me,” Buck kisses ring finger. “One day I’ll put the ring here so you have to fight. For me. For yourself. For <i>us</i>. Please, Tommy, please. I can't imagine a world with you gone.”

He cries again, kissing Tommy’s hand till he has to let him go so doctors can save his heart. 

Time in the waiting rooms has been going on for an insanely long time. So long that Eddie has time to bring him a change of clothes and make him change in it and wash his face in the restroom. Bobby brings them food and coffee from the dinner near the hospital and all his family looks at him till he manages to swallow half of his portion. 

All he can do is look at the clock, counting minutes till some hours later the doctor comes to tell him that Tommy is fine. No spinal injury, just some bruise on his back, but his pinned hand needed surgery to fix it and Tommy would need a lot of PA. The man also has a lot of bruises, smoke inhalation and a gash on his head that's already been stitched up. But it doesn’t look like he has a concussion. He'll be kept overnight for observation, but he should be able to go home pretty soon.

Buck’s knees buckle under him, when the doctor says the last sentence and he lets the big cry escape him. Bobby and Eddie put him back up and move him to the room the doctor said belongs to the man.

He enters it alone, as the doctor said only one person can stay, and he tells Bobby and Eddie to go home. They hesitate.

“I’m going to be ok,” Buck says to them, but all his attention is already on the man in the bed. 

Buck hears the door closing when he is already near the bed, sitting on the uncomfortable chair, taking the hand he was holding in the ambulance in his. 

“Thank you, baby. Thank you for coming back to me,” Buck traces with his hand the wound on the head carefully and then kisses Tommy’s forehead. “Now rest, baby. I’ll be here.”

He gets as comfortable as he can in the chair, holding his thumb near Tommy’s pulse point and letting his body crash from exhaustion.

-

Buck wakes up hearing someone call him by the name. He opens his eyes, hissing from the pain in his neck, and he sees Tommy who is looking at him with a cute smile.

“You awake,” Buck kisses him, finally exhaling the last tension and pain from everything that happened yesterday.

“Yeah, I am,” Tommy looks at him like Buck puts the sun and stars on the skies. 

“What? Why do you look at me like that?”

“You stayed with me all night,” Tommy shrugs and then hisses. Buck rushes to help him to put his bed in the sitting position. 

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I? You're my boyfriend and I’m your emergency contact.”

“No one did before.”

It makes Buck sad and angry at all the other partners Tommy had. Thay had this perfect man and never could stay the night with him at the hospital? Well, it’s their loss. 

“I’m not like them,” Buck looks at their intertwined hands. “And it’s the least I could do for you,” he says, frustrated with himself. For being so weak his team had to stop him from saving his boyfriend.

“Why do you say that, baby?” Tommy looks at him confused.

“I couldn’t save you. E-Eddie had to stop me from running into the warehouse without the mask and the tanks because I lost any cool I have as a first responder. I couldn’t save you. I was just sitting here looking at how the team saved you. Waiting hours for doctors to save you. I did nothing except waiting and hoping for you to be ok,” Buck admits with tears running his cheeks and he can’t look Tommy in the eyes, not wanting to see disappointment in them.

“You did more than you can imagine, baby. You let people you love save you from doing something stupid like run into the fire without proper equipment,” Tommy raises his head using a weak grip in his chin. His blue eyes are kind and caring. “You let the people who you trust save me. And you stayed near me all this time, thinking about me. Trust me, Evan. It’s enough. I need you to be safe too,” Tommy kisses his knuckles. “I wouldn’t forgive myself if you would be hurt because of me.”

“Stop being the one to comfort me. It’s not me who is in the hospital bed,” Buck kisses him again, saying thank you with the kiss for being so caring and gentle with him. 

“You can comfort me by saying I can go back to work soon,” Tommy nods to his hand in the cast.

“Sorry, baby, but the doctor said a month in the cast and then a month of PA,” Buck kisses the pouting man. “I promise you will be ok really quick. You also have a lot of bruises all around your body and had smoke inhalation, but they took you from the oxygen during the night.”

Tommy nods, “could be way worse.”

“Yeah,” Buck swallows, still feeling the cold of the fear of the possibility to lose Tommy forever, “but let’s not challenge the universe, please.”

Tommy smirks but agrees.

“You know, there’s a thing you can actually do for me,” his boyfriend says with a playful smile and Buck nods to him to continue. He is ready to do anything for his boyfriend. “Kiss it better.” 

Buck chuckles on the way Tommy pouts his lips, but leans to him anyway leaving the most tender kiss he can, translating all his love and fear of losing it to his man in it.

He was thinking about saying “I love you” the moment Tommy will wake up, but decided against it. They deserve better than it. Something sweet and tender, not with the aftertaste of pain and fear. So the kiss is a good alternative for now.

-

Two days after the fire Tommy is discharged and Buck takes him to his house, sending his man to rest on the couch while he cleans and cooks and then goes to have dinner with Tommy at the couch, not forgetting to grab the pain pills for the man and water.

“I cooked different meals and froze them. There's food for at least a week. All the instructions about pre-heating are left on the fringe for the moments when I can't be here. But I’ll come after and before my shifts and I spend time with you here on my days off, ” Buck says, while he cleans the dishes. 

Tommy insisted on sitting with him in the kitchen because he missed him while Buck was doing all the chores.

“Or you could just stay here with me without running between my house, loft and station,” Buck turns to Tommy who looks pretty confident, yet Buck sees in his eyes he is scared about Buck’s answer. “Do you want to move in with me?”

Buck puts the last dish on the shelf, wipes his hands with a towel and comes to his boyfriend, falling on his knees to kiss him. 

When they part, they both smile so much, “Yes, yes, I want to move in with you,” Buck kisses him again and then whispers in his lips. “I love you. So much. Wanted to say it on our anniversary after a big romantic dinner, but I don’t want to spend more days without saying it to you. I love you, Tommy.”

Tommy’s huge smile blindes Buck like the sun on the warm summer day.

“I love you too, Evan. So, so much,” they kiss again and Buck can’t wait to spend all his life doing it. 

“When can you move?” Tommy asks after they end the kiss.

“I can pack my most important things the day after tomorrow as it’s my day off and take it all here. Then I’ll talk to my landlord about ending the lease and just pack all other things.”

“Good,” Tommy kisses his birthmark now. “I want you to feel here like home.”

Buck chuckles, “I will feel like home not because my stuff stays here,” he cups Tommy’s face in his hands, “I feel like home with you. No matter where we are.”

“You’re such a sup,” Tommy laughs, kissing his birthmark again. 

“Said the man who made me a playlist of songs he associates with me.” 

Tommy shuts him the same way he did when he kissed him for the first time. Buck can’t be happier his man uses this tactic to shit him any time he wants.

He just can’t imagine himself happier when he's with Tommy. 

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[corrodedhawkins]

PervEddie you say? How about some Tom foolery under the table while the gang is out to eat er something

Warnings: Perv!Eddie, swearing, teasing, fingering, public sex

“Eddie”, you hiss.

He looks at you with innocent eyes. “What?”, he asks, tone teasing.

You’re pressed snuggly up against Eddie’s side, sitting opposite Steve and Robin in the back booth.

He has one arm slung loosely around your waist, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt to caress your bare skin. His nails scratch lightly up and down your side, and you can’t help but shiver.

Maybe agreeing to grab dinner with everyone, or more importantly Eddie, had been a mistake.

Robin is rambling about her first date Vicky tomorrow night, but you’re not paying attention.

Eddie moves his hand down your side to your hip, squeezing as he pulls you closer.

You try to squirm out of his grasp, but it’s no use. His ringed fingers grip your plush hip, rough and unmoving.

“You’re being so gross stop”, whisper.

“You know you love it”, he shoots back, eyes fixed on Robin like he’s engrossed in the conversation.

The thing is, he wasn’t wrong. You did love it. All of the teasing banter and glances and touches from Eddie made you weak, as much as you hated to admit it.

“Fuck you”, you mutter. His hand on your hip moves down, palm now cupping the curve of your ass.

Eddie hums thoughtfully, “You wish.”

You gasp as you feel his palm knead your cheek, sputtering as you almost choke on your drink. His hand moves under the hem of your skirt, cool rings like ice against your heated skin.

Eddie shifts against you, other hand snaking it’s way up your thigh and under your skirt. Your eyes flutter shut as he traces your slit with his fingertips over your panties.

You know he can feel how wet and warm you are, all for him. He rubs his fingers back and forth over your slit, stopping at your clit to rub slow circles around the nub.

“Are you listening?”, Robbin asks, as she narrows her eyes at you, clearly annoyed.

Your eyes snap open. “Yes! You-you we’re talking about Vicky.”

Steve and Robin share a sideways glance. “Are you okay? We moved on to talking about Eddie’s new DND campaign a while ago”, Steve shoots you a funny look.

“Oh, r-right.” You feel Eddie push your panties to the side, fingers finally grazing your wet heat.

“You gotta keep up, babe”, Robin says as she stuffs a fry in her mouth.

“Yeah, babe. Gotta keep up”, Eddie says smugly, fingers never ceasing their circles against your clit.

You hate him. You hate him so much right my now, the smug bastard.

When you shoot him a glare, he smirks and pinches your clit, earning a yelp as you buck your hips.

“You ok?”, Robin’s voice is laced with concern.

“Yeah”, you feel Eddie pinch your clit again. “I mean, no! No. I’m not okay.”, you stutter.

“Was it the pizza?”, Eddie prompts as his fingers leave your clit to sink two into your hole, crooking them just right.”

You whimper, hand shooting out to grip the sleeve of his leather jacket.

“Mmhm. The pizza, too much cheese.” You feel Eddie’s hands slip from your skin as he slides out of the booth.

“I-uh. I’ll be back”, you mumble as you slide out of the booth past Eddie, face flaming. You can’t meet his gaze.

˚✧

You throw the door to the bathroom open, hands gripping the edge of the counter as you try to steady yourself.

A knock on the door startles you. “Can I come in?”, you hear Eddie ask from the other side of the door.

You open the door for him, and he immediately backs you into the room, slamming the door shut behind him as he clicks the lock.

Eddie hoists you up onto the counter, crowding into the space between your spread thighs.

“You’re such a fucking slut”, he says as he eases your panties down your legs, sucking open mouthed kisses into the inside of your knee. You can’t help but laugh as you watch him tuck them into his back pocket for later.

“Me?”, you gasp as his fingers sink back into you, thumb settling against your clit.

Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, you. You’re so fucking wet for me.” He pumps his fingers in and out harshly. “Can fucking hear how wet your are for me.”

You feel your cheeks heat as you listen to the wet sounds of your juices leaking around his fingers.

You’re practically riding his hand, bouncing yourself down on his fingers as your clit grinds into his palm.

“You call me a perv, but look at you sweetheart”, he groans. “Fucking yourself on my fingers like a good little whore.”

He turns his wrist, fingers twisting inside of you. You cry out as he keeps talking.

“Dripping for me as I touch you at dinner with your friends? Now that’s perverted”, he whispers harshly.

Eddie leans in close, lips grazing your ear as he speaks. “You close, princess?”

You nod and whimper, grabbing onto his shirt, balling the fabric into your fist.

Your head tips back in pleasure, banging against the mirror.

Eddie hisses as his hand comes up to cup the back of your head, shielding it from connecting with the mirror again.

Legs starting to shake, you’re moaning high and needy, lip bitten between your teeth to try to stifle the sounds.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me”, Eddie pulls you into a searing kiss that sends you over the edge.

He pulls back to whisper into the crook of your neck. “There we go”, he coos, fucking you through the waves of pleasure.

You’re panting, your whole body shaking as you come down.

Once Eddie is confident you won’t fall over, he eases you down from the counter slowly. His hands hover over your hips in case you wobble.

You stand up straight and smooth your hands over your skirt. “Can I have my panties back?”, you ask as you hold out your hand.

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t think so. These are mine now, I earned them.” He shoots you a wink before exiting the bathroom.

˚✧

Steve and Robin sit at the table, fidgeting as they wait for you both to return. After a few moments, Steve speaks. “They’re totally fucking in there, right?”

Robin snorts, “duh.”

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[butchdiaz]

baby’s first 911 fic!!!!

i wish i said it better (poker fake dating spec 3 months late, 12k)

It’s 7am and Eddie needs to go home. The last 24 hours were non-stop. No big calls, but a million small ones, spread out just far enough to lull him into a false sense of relaxation, barely having time to lay his head on the pillow before the alarm blared through the station. He’s dead on his feet. He has to take a shower, maybe a power nap if he’s lucky, relieve Carla and take Chris to school in a little over an hour. Eddie needs to go home.

He parks outside Buck's loft shortly after 7:15, head reeling, replaying his conversation with Hen right before leaving the station on a loop.

“I'm just sick of it.” Eddie lets out a breath and bangs his head against the locker that he shares with Buck.

 Eddie has been on three dates this week, and it feels like enough for a lifetime. How do people do this for months? For years? He feels a little silly giving up after a week after making such a big deal of putting himself back out there, but maybe he's just not meant for this. The revolving door of women.

“Sick of what?” Hen asks gently.

“The – the small talk and the not knowing what they like and the uncertainty and the thinking twelve steps ahead because there’s no way I'm bringing anyone less than perfect into Chris's life so as soon as one thing is off I'm checked out and I have to smile and nod my way through the rest of the night and,” Eddie sighs, feeling suddenly much older than thirty one, “It's exhausting.”

“Haven't you only been on, like, three dates?” Hen raises an accusing eyebrow. It's a statement with a question mark on the end.

“Shut up.”

“I'm just saying, there are a lot of amazing women in LA. It seems kind of unfair to write off all of them after three dates.”

Eddie sighs, tries to imagine sitting across the dinner table from a woman and wanting to take her home. It’s a blank in his mind. A blurry supercut of perfect women and perfect conversation that never leads to anything more.

He can picture the alternative, though. Coming home to Chris and Buck playing video games on the couch, squeezing in beside them with a beer, listening to their fond banter – exactly like he’s done after cutting every date short this week.

It's easy. No small talk, no pretense, no body on high alert for red flags.

“I'm not writing off all women,” he grumbles, “I just need a break.”

“From dating? Or from women?” Hen asks, a thoughtful expression on her face. Eddie doesn't like that face. It means she knows something.

“Uh,” Eddie stutters, feeling suddenly like he's caught in a trap, “Aren't they the same thing?”

Hen shrugs, “They could be.”

Yeah, definitely a trap. Hen closes her locker, and swings her bag onto her shoulder, taking a second to choose her next words with care.

“Have you considered,” she says, “that it's not the dating that's the problem?”

“Um,” Eddie replies eloquently once more, feeling lost. Hen sighs, looking at him like he can't grasp basic math.

“Maybe it's the dating women, Eddie. Maybe that's the problem.”

And, oh. Hen thinks he should date–oh.

He just stands there, LAFD jacket hanging loosely off one shoulder, mouth slightly agape like a fish out of water. Hen turns to go, taking one last look back at Eddie from the doorway.

“Just something to think about,” she says, that damn twinkle in her eye, knowing that she’s caught him, hook, line and sinker, “if you never have.”

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[mvltisstuff]

Hi, I loved you recent fic about reader being Eddies sister, it was amazing.

Can we get a part two with reader and Buck getting to know each other and then eventually dating at the end 🙏

Love your fics keep up the good work.

mr. rager (cont.) - e.b

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evan buckley x reader

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a/n: ok so eddie had the spotlight in part one but this is bucks part 🤭 this is a bit of a shorter one but i hope you like it 💗

“eddie,” y/n complained. “i really don’t think i want to start anything-“

“c’mon, he’s nice! i’ve known him for a while i swear he’s a good guy,” eddie attempts to convince y/n again.

“i know, i’ve met him before. i get that you have some weird obsession with him and me but pipe down.”

“alright! i’m just saying he is an option.”

truth? y/n and buck have been going out for weeks. they’ve been hanging out and getting dinner and they actually hit it off. she realized that there’s people out there who understand her. growing up, she felt more alone than anyone. until she found buck and his radiance, he were someone to confide in. buck always was the spotlight of criticism when he was being raised. between his parents and comparisons of him and maddie, it was intolerable, so he left. similar to y/n.

they knew all too well that eddie was trying to get them together, but why not try to mess with him? they figured they wanted to sneak around a bit, act like teenagers again. sure, eddie would be pissed, but y/n was gleaming with buck. buck knew she was different from all of the girls he’s been with. abby, ally, taylor, didn’t have the elements that y/n did when she came into the room. the elements that buck needed.

they were both surprised when the other started spitting out their exact feelings, finishing their sentences like they were a psychic. it was scary at the beginning. y/n figured those issues would eventually crash together, causing damage that couldn’t reverse. she couldn’t bear to lose buck so early on.

as mentioned, they were continuously sneaking around, avoiding eddie and people who could say something. so usually, they were just at buck or y/n’s apartment where no one could bother them. y/n was laying on bucks bed, propped up on her elbows with bucks lips pressed against hers. her hands rubbed against his forearms as his were keeping himself above her, loving on her neck and admiring her lips. they stayed in that position until y/n sat up, running her hands through bucks growing hair and letting them fall to his jaw.

bucks shift had ended a few hours ago, and after long hours of working, he texted y/n, wanting her to come over. so there they were, making out in bucks small apartment.

“when do you have to go to work?”

“don’t worry about it,” buck smiles, continuing to kiss her.

“just wanna know how much time we have,” she smirks and the knocking on bucks front door interrupts them. “clearly not as much as i had hoped.”

“ugh,” buck groans, planting one more quick peck on y/n’s lips before rushing downstairs to peek into the peephole. his heart races when he sees his best friends figure waiting by the door, six-pack in his hand. “shit!”

“what’s wrong-“

“go in the bathroom, it’s your brother!” buck whisper-yells.

“why is he here?” y/n asks, frantically trying to decide what to do.

“i’ll cover for you, just, i’m so sorry,” he stutters and moves to open the door. y/n locks herself in bucks bathroom, standing there until eddie leaves. “uh, hey! what’s up?” he asks awkwardly.

“nothing much… bad time?”

“no! no, you’re good,” buck moves to let eddie in. he’s trying to make it seem less suspicious, so he just decides to let him stop by for a few minutes. “i just woke up anyway.”

“makes sense, your hairs a mess,” eddie says, making bucks eyes widen and run his fingers through it. “relax, buck. what’s got you so on edge?”

“me? i’m fine!”

“alright,” eddie replies, not believing a word of his act. “i was gonna see if y/n was busy, but she didn’t answer her phone.”

“is she at work?”

“no, her shift would have ended a while ago,” eddie tells him. “here, i’m gonna call her again.”

“are you sure?” buck spits. “it’s just, maybe she’s asleep? or out with people? or on a date?”

“c’mon, it’s y/n. i’m just gonna make sure she’s ok,” eddie presses her name on his phone and buck immediately knows his fate. he’s screwed, basically. eddie would be pissed if he found out they didn’t tell him. shouldn’t they have said something sooner? it doesn’t matter now, because he’ll find out anyway. eddie unfortunately notices the distinct ringtone of y/n’s coming from above, on his nightstand. buck tries to cover it up by coughing, but eddie just puts his phone down.

“nice try, buck,” he crosses his arms. “where is my sister?”

“i-i don’t know what you mean-“

“y/n?” eddie shouts, knowing that she’s been hiding in there somewhere. even in the bathroom, she silently curses buck, trying to figure out which part of his brain told him to do this. no turning back now, though. she flicks the lock and pulls the door open, smiling awkwardly as she steps out of the bathroom. “come down here.”

she steps down, carefully incase she has to make a run for it. maybe she should do that anyway, just escape to el paso from the pure embarrassment she feels.

“and how long have you been seeing each other and not telling me?”

“oh, you know just a-“

“four months.” buck speaks, quickly and it’s barely inaudible.

“sorry, did you say four months?” eddie exclaims. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“you had your fair share of sneaking around growing up? i’m a grown woman, i can see whoever i want. and buck is a grown man, he can make his own decisions.”

“i’m not mad, i’ve just been trying to make this work for months!”

“well, congrats,” buck adds. eddie takes a beer from the pack and takes the lid off.

“tía owes me $20,” he adds, taking a sip of the beer.

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[prettyboybuckley]

30, for buddie please?

hi anon ❤️ thank you for the prompt! exhaustion got to me so it took me a little while to write it, but I hope you like it!

from the soft prompts: ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

Eddie never really figured out how to introduce Ana as his girlfriend without feeling awkward. It didn't surprise him at the time, because he'd felt the same about introducing Shannon as his wife, for a long time, at least.

So he'd always assumed that was kind of the norm. That he'd always feel awkward introducing his partner, or that maybe that's how most people feel doing that, even. 

In hindsight, that was a stupid thing to assume, probably.

The point is that when he and Buck start dating - and holy shit, they're actually dating - he expects it to be as awkward as it's always been. Perhaps even more awkward, considering that yes, this is Buck, but he's also never dated a guy before. He's never introduced anyone to his boyfriend before.

(Well, that's not entirely true, but those were all people that already knew Buck. It wasn't so much introducing Buck as it was telling those people that they were dating now.)

And then comes the PTA meeting.

Eddie doesn't particularly like PTA meetings, they are long and boring and half the shit that gets discussed is pretty much trivial. He goes anyway because he cares about his son's education, and it's polite to show his face and interact with the other parents. 

He doesn't expect Buck to see it on the calendar on the fridge, turn to him with a bright but somewhat hesitant smile, and ask: "Can I come with?"

"Yeah, of course," Eddie answers without even having to think about it for too long. It'll be much more fun with Buck by his side. 

The realization that he's going to have to introduce Buck to all these parents - at least the ones that haven't met him before - doesn't cross his mind until they're already getting out of the car in the school parking lot.

It's probably a good thing that it doesn't, or he would’ve been all up in his head about it. As it is, he freezes right there next to the car, watching couples and single parents alike make their way into the school.

"You alright?" Buck's voice sounds, suddenly right next to him. He must have walked around the car while Eddie was lost in thought. Buck's hand slips into his, tangling their fingers together.

"I'm fine, just thinking. C'mon, let's go."

He pulls Buck along to the school entrance, greeting some parents he vaguely recognizes along the way. Once inside, they follow the directions to the gym, and it's only when they're there that Eddie finally pauses. His hand is still wrapped tightly around Buck's, and he has no intention of letting go, but that also means that someone is going to notice.

"Eddie, hi!" someone says, and he turns around too quickly, pulling Buck along and making him stumble a bit. See, there's the awkwardness already. It's Katie's mom, Jennifer, who Eddie has talked to on multiple occasions. He's pretty sure she tried to flirt with him in the beginning, though he isn't sure why she stopped. "I see you've brought someone along this time?"

This is usually where it gets awkward, where Eddie stutters out an introduction and embarrasses himself and his partner in the process.

But this time he follows Jennifer's gaze to look at Buck, and he finds Buck smiling at him, soft and so damn happy, as if there's nowhere he'd rather be than here at this PTA meeting with Eddie, and it's not awkward at all.

"Yeah, this is my boyfriend, Buck," Eddie replies, only taking his eyes off Buck at the end of it, and he pulls Buck a little closer as he smiles at Jennifer. "Figured it wasn't fair that he's only been getting the fun parts of raising a kid now that we finally got our shit together."

He and Jennifer both laugh at the indignant squawk Buck lets out at that, and Eddie only grins wider when he stumbles because of the little shove Buck gives him with his shoulder. It's not as if he's in any danger of falling when they're still holding hands, and as soon as he's stabilized himself again, he's pressed right back along Buck's side.

Buck is grinning, too, when Eddie looks at him, and he allows himself a moment to get lost in his boyfriend's eyes. Turns out that didn't feel awkward at all, it simply felt right.

"Just kidding, we both know you've been helping with the less fun parts all this time, too." He pauses for a moment, then turns back to Jennifer. "Now, Jen, have you heard any good gossip lately?"

Next to him, Buck snorts, and Eddie is going to get teased later for caring about gossip in the first place, but he's pretty sure that his boyfriend listens just as attentively while Jennifer tells them of the rumor she heard about two of the teachers hooking up.

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[loserdiaz]

fic rec friday fun! 💌

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

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most hits, most kudos and most bookmarks

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

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

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

And everything changed.

2. most comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[renecdote]

18. walking home and/or "holding their hands in general" from the prompts if they inspire something!

this got soo sappy and I am not sorry about it lmao

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Buck doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing Eddie. He’s only been doing it for three weeks, but it’s already his new favourite activity, and every time he starts, he never wants to stop.

“We should stop,” Eddie tries, but it’s not very convincing when he sucks on Buck’s bottom lip less than a second later, his hand rucking up Buck’s shirt to find a home against his skin.

It’s been a while since Buck made out with anyone in a car in a darkened parking garage. At least four years. Maybe more. How long ago did Ali break up with him anyway? It all feels so blurry now. He thinks that has less to do with the passage of time, though, and more to do with the way that a lot of things feel blurry when Eddie is kissing him like this. Like Buck isn’t the only one who never wants to stop.

He thinks he makes a sound of agreement—they really should stop, if only because the front of the car is the least ideal part of a car to make out with someone in. It’s not like either of them meant for one goodnight kiss to turn into too many to count. Buck’s body is probably going to hate him in the morning for the way he’s twisted in his seat, but that is tomorrow Buck’s problem. Tonight Buck doesn’t care about anything except now, Eddie, the slide of their lips together, the heat coiling in his stomach.

The sudden honk of the truck’s horn makes him jump, startling so badly he bangs his head on the roof.

“Fuck,” Eddie gasps beside him. “Shit, sorry, my elbow—”

They stare at each other for a beat, two beats, and then they’re both laughing.

“Okay,” Buck says, trying futilely to straighten the mess that Eddie has made of his clothes. “Okay, I think that’s the universe telling us we’re not teenagers anymore.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but it’s a distinctly amused kind of eye rolling. “Still with the universe and it’s signs, huh?”

“It’s the universe, Eds, it’s not like it’s goes anywhere.”

“You’re ridiculous,” Eddie says, but he says it like he really means I love you. It makes an altogether different kind of heat coil in Buck’s stomach, an almost-butterflies feeling that seems ridiculous considering they’re already dating. And maybe they haven’t said those three little words yet, but. It’s not like he doesn’t know. Not like he hasn’t known for a while, even if it all still feels too fragile to say aloud.

Eddie tips his chin up and leans over, more carefully this time, to give him one last quick kiss.

“Thank you,” he says, smiling the same soft smile he’s been gazing at Buck with all night. “Tonight was fun.”

Dinner, he probably means.  The rest of it too.

“You’re not gonna walk me to my door?” Buck asks, and it’s meant to be a joke, it really is, but there’s a little part of him that thinks please. Please love me the way I’ve always wanted to be loved.

“I’m not coming in,” Eddie warns him, tone almost stern. He said the same thing last time, and the time before that, and still ended up on the other side of Buck’s apartment door. “I mean it, Buck, I told Pepa she’d only have to look after Chris until ten.”

“I know,” Buck assures him. “I was kidding, Eds.”

“I know.”

But he’s opening his door and getting out, slamming it shut behind him. Buck grins and hurries to follow.

When the elevator doors slide closed on them, Eddie reaches out and tangles their fingers together, squeezing gently for no apparent reason other than that he can. It makes Buck’s heart stutter, warmth wriggling in his chest, giddy in a way he hasn’t been since Abby. Maybe even with Abby. She was so rarely the first one to reach out, unless she was reaching for his belt. It didn’t bother him at the time; he figured she just wasn’t a physically affectionate person. Then he saw her with her fiancé and realised she just didn’t want to be affection with him.

Eddie wants to be affectionate with him. Is affectionate with him. He plays with Buck’s hair while they watch TV, and comes up behind him in the kitchen to wrap sleepy arms around him in the morning, and holds his hand just because. Kisses him just because. It’s only been three weeks, but Buck already finds himself turning his head at the door and trusting that Eddie’s lips are there to say goodbye, or hello, or I missed you.

The elevator dings, spitting them out onto the fourth floor, but Eddie doesn’t let go of his hand. It makes Buck wish that the walk to his apartment was longer. A thousand feet instead of the two dozen it is down the hallway and around the corner. He finds himself taking slower steps, but can’t be sure whether he’s setting the pace or just following Eddie’s lead.

The hallway around them is empty. Will probably stay empty at this hour. If Buck was a stronger man, he might be able to resist a temptation like that, but Eddie Diaz has always been his greatest weakness. They reach his door, but he doesn’t open it. Doesn’t even take out his keys. He just tugs Eddie closer and kisses him, unhurried. Eddie makes a sound in the back of his throat, not quite a protest, and his hands slide over Buck’s hips, his ass, holding them together even as he’s mumbling, “I really should—I can’t stay—,” between kisses. Buck hums, not quite agreement, and nips at his jaw. Eddie groans, a broken kind of sound, and finally breaks away long enough to say, “Pack a bag.”

Buck leans back, confused. “What?”

“A bag,” Eddie repeats, and he’s pulling Buck’s keys out of his pocket to reach around and unlock the door himself. “Pyjamas, toothbrush—what else do you need? You’ve still got clothes at my place.”

The door swings open behind him and Buck stumbles backwards, unbalanced, caught only by the arm his partner still has around his waist.

“Are you kidnapping me?” he asks, mostly on autopilot. Moving on autopilot too—stairs, closet, bathroom, where the fuck did he leave his work bag?—since the larger part of his brain is still caught up in Eddie’s lips, Eddie’s hands, the delicious burn of Eddie’s stubble against his skin.

“Yes,” Eddie answers, no hesitation. “Don’t forget to grab your iPad for therapy in the morning.”

The iPad goes into the bag.

“Maddie won’t pay the random,” Buck tells him, picking through the basket of clean laundry on the table for an LAFD shirt to toss in as well.

Eddie shrugs. “Bobby might.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Well,” slinging the bag over his shoulder with one hand, reaching out with the other for Buck’s hand, “I guess I’ll just have to keep you.”

Buck can feel his cheeks flushing pink, a smile making them ache. It’s a joke, he knows it’s a joke, but.

“You’re gonna keep me, huh?”

Eddie uses their joined hands to tug him close enough to kiss, short and sweet but somehow more dizzying than anything else tonight.

“I’m gonna do a lot of things with you,” he promises, and it’s so soft that Buck’s mind skips right over the dozen innuendos he could find in that sentence and goes straight to forever. Marriage, kids, a house with a nice yard and a dog, waking up every morning with his best friend in his arms.

“Yeah?” he somehow says, only a little breathless, forever still unfolding behind his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie echoes, smiling that same soft smile he’s been wearing all night. The kind of smile Buck always thought he would see looking across the altar at his wedding. “I think I’ll start by taking you home.”

Buck’s heart stumbles a little, losing its rhythm and jumping ahead to get it back. His mouth feels crowded with all the things it feels too early to say. They’ve only been together for three weeks, he has to keep reminding himself, even if it does already feel like a lifetime.

“Well then,” he finally manages, “what are you waiting for?”

Eddie grins, and holds them there a moment longer for another bone-melting kiss, Buck’s fingers curling in his jacket, touching at every point they can. And then he leads Buck out of the apartment, back down to the truck waiting in the parking garage, and, hand in hand the whole drive, takes him home.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 Fox #fic

[hisbucky]

Eddie: courting Buck gives flowers, takes on dates, etc Buck: Eddie is such a nice friend!

Flash Fiction #3 [Oblivious!Buck]

God, he loves Eddie.

For the millionth time, Buck breathes in the flowers the other man had given him this morning, ignoring the way Hen is looking at his besotted expression in absolute disgust. He doesn't blame her - Buck is pretty sure if there is anybody entitled to making faces at his pathetic crush on Eddie, it would be her. God knows how many times he’s talked about it Hen in just the past week.

“Awful nice of Eddie to get you flowers there, Buck,” she comments, and he shrugs off the pointed implication, mumbling excuses.

“Eddie’s just being a good friend.” There’s a collective groan on the other side of the firehouse, but Buck doesn’t pay it any mind as he sighs longingly at the bundle in his hands. “He’s such a nice friend…”

Hen chuckles, and she looks past his shoulder for a moment before she turns right back to him, asking, “And those times Eddie brought you to all those restaurants over the last month? What about those dates? Are those the kind of thing friends do?”

Stuttering, Buck shyly picks on one of the stems in the bouquet, “They weren’t dates… we were just, we were just going out as friends…”

She gives him a look, one that he recognises as her silently shouting at him that he was an idiot. “And did either of you said that, or was that the implication when you talked about how nice he looked the next day?”

Buck shakes his head, refusing to let the hope build. He smiles, a bit sadly, and says, “If, if it was a date, Eddie would’ve said so, right? He wouldn’t beat around the bush and do all of this… as much as I want them to be real—“

“They were. Dates, that is.” A hurried voice interjects, and Buck whirls around to find himself facing his best friend—Eddie looking right at him, his cheeks flushed an attractive shade of red as the man continues, “If you want them to be real dates, then they are, Buck. I want them to be as real as you think.”

As for Buck, well, his eyes flutter in a mix of surprise and shock, barely even registering the smug smirk on Hen’s face.

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[diaz911]

Moving in and Moving On Chapter 7

Chapter summary: Eddie learns something new about Buck, and himself.

“There’s more than one flag?” Eddie muttered, having had no idea, then his brow furrowed again. “What do you mean it’s yours? Like, you bought it?” “Like … it represents me? Because I’m bisexual,” Buck said as though it should be obvious. “Oh.” Eddie straightened and stuttered, suddenly wide-eyed and nervous. “That’s … that’s great Buck. I … congratulations.” Buck squinted at Eddie for a long moment, trying to figure out if he was joking. “Eddie, that wasn’t me coming out, everyone knows I’m bisexual,” Buck said, motioning towards the unshocked faces of the rest of the team. Eddie fidgeted awkwardly and replied quietly. “I didn’t.” Buck dropped his shoulders and huffed. This was just ridiculous. “Come on, I came out to everyone years ago.” “And was that particular year one before Eddie joined the team?” Chim asked smugly, knowing the answer even before Buck’s face fell. Buck looked shell shocked and Eddie looked apologetic. “Sorry, you’ve just only dated women since I met you.” “Oh my god. My best friend didn’t know I was bisexual,” Buck muttered then looked down sadly at the purple and pink fabric in his hand. “I don’t deserve this bisexual pride flag.”

The burn continues to be SO SLOW but progress is being made.

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[aesthetictarlos]

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow.

Tommy walked out the front door ten minutes ago and Buck's still rooted to the spot, leaning against the kitchen island. His lips are still tingling from Tommy's soft kiss, and if he closes his eyes, he swears he can feel the phantom of Tommy's fingers tilting his chin up. 

Tommy– Tommy kissed him, and Buck has had his fair amount of kisses but he's pretty sure no one has ever kissed him with such reverence and tenderness before. It was brief and chaste, barely-there, but ignited something in his chest, a fire he hasn't felt in a while, maybe ever. 

That unexpected kiss was both like jumping off a cliff and coming home after a long vacation, new but somehow familiar, something he didn't know he needed, wanted. 

He didn't realize that at first, but now– now that he thinks about it, he knows that something clicked into place the moment Tommy's lips met his own, making him feel settled in his skin for the first time in his life. That kiss was like finding the missing, forgotten puzzle piece beneath a rug. 

Tommy was– equally cute and sexy, confident but slightly vulnerable and a bit flustered, and that made Buck feel giddy and amazed. The whole scene has been replaying in his head for the past ten minutes, ever since Tommy left. 

It's not just about the kiss. It's Tommy driving to his loft to talk and clear the air, to reassure him that he wasn't trying to take his place in Eddie and Christopher’s lives. Tommy looking at him in the eye and telling him he felt bad about the whole situation, Tommy calling him Evan, Tommy admitting he was jealous over the 118 being a family, Tommy's surprised face as Buck told him he wanted to know him, Tommy unhesitant offer to teach him Muay Thai, Tommy’s little, adorable frown as he heard that he was trying to get his attention and then the flirting, the gravitating towards each other and– the kiss. 

Everything about the kiss. How Tommy leaned in, tilting his chin up so gently, the warmth of his lips, his soft voice as he said like that?, him wanting to make sure that kissing him was okay, that endearing smile again and his little giggle and then Tommy asking him on a date. 

That was new, too, because he has always been the one to lean in for a kiss, the one to ask girls out on a date, the one to pick a girl up, but it felt damn good to be on the other side. It felt damn good to hand control to someone else, to Tommy, for once. 

He wanted to kiss him again, wanted to bask in that feeling for a little more, maybe curl a hand around his waist and tug him closer but now he thinks it was perfect just like that, just a tender, tentative kiss that managed to throw his world upside down. 

He can't even remember the last time he kissed someone without ending up naked and in bed soon after, he actually thinks that Tommy's the first person who has kissed him for the sake of kissing, without the kissing leading to something else. 

That felt good, too, and he still has goosebumps thinking about Tommy's lips on his own and the freedom fluttering all around him, and inside him. 

I am free, he said, and he meant on Saturday, sure, but he also meant in general. 

Because now he's free to explore himself, and his feelings and thoughts, and he gets to do that on a date with Tommy. On a date with a kind, funny, cool man who quietly walked into his life and rocked his world, allowing him to reconnect with a part of himself that has been buried deep down since forever.

Now that he's thinking about the date he panics a little, he's dated people before but it was– different. What if he messes everything up? What if he stutters, or stumbles over his feet, what if Tommy smiles at him and his brain short-circuits because the man is so fucking hot– 

He feels warm and flustered at the mere thought of going on a date with him, actually, and he feels the immediate urge to talk to someone about this whole thing. Hen’s the first person that comes to his mind, because she can definitely understand him more than anyone else. 

It's not late, but it's still past 10pm so he doesn't feel like showing up at her doorstep unannounced; he calls her, and Hen - like the adorable person and friend she is - tells him that he's always welcomed to her house. 

That's how he finds himself fidgeting and moving his weight from one foot to the other in front of Hen and Karen's house. He gently knocks on the door and waits, waits until Hen invites him in and he sits on the couch, smiling at her. 

She offers him a cup of tea and doesn't ask why he's here, doesn't push, and it's after five minutes of silence that he finds the courage to say it. 

“I kissed a man,” he blurts out, blushing a little at the thought. “Well, a man kissed me. Tommy kissed me but that's not the point, the point is that I liked it. A lot. And I'm sounding like Katy Perry now but uh– yeah, I kissed a man and I liked it. I wanted to kiss him again, and again.” 

When he lifts his gaze back up, Hen is looking at him fondly, and her eyes are glistening. “Oh, Buckaroo,” she whispers, reaching for his hand and squeezing. There's so much affection in that simple gesture that Buck nearly cries.

“I feel– I feel like I can finally breathe,” he says, clearing his throat. “There's so much to unpack, I guess, but I– I liked it, Hen. It was soft, and brief, but he was so– gentle to me. He asked me on a date and I can't wait to hang out with him. I feel like I'm fifteen again, I'm embarrassing.” 

“You’re not,” Hen argues, smiling at him. “I'm so happy for you, Buck. And so, so proud.” 

“I can't believe this is what I've been missing for my whole life. I've always felt like there was something I couldn't see, or feel, and now– Everything’s clear. I– I like men. And I like women. I'm– I'm bisexual.” 

Hen hugs him, squeezing him so tight that he holds his breath for a few seconds. And then he hugs her back, feeling so small and safe into her arms.

“Can you– uh, I haven't told anyone else yet,” Buck admits, shyly. “I want to, I just– I think I need some time. Can you keep this to yourself for a while? I want to tell Maddie first, but she's on shift now and I'm on shift tomorrow, and this isn't a conversation I want to have on the phone.” 

“Yeah, of course, no worries,” Hen reassures him, patting his cheek. “Look at you, you're glowing.” 

“Oh, shut up,” he rolls his eyes, but something tells him that it's true. 

***

Buck’s never felt this excited and anxious about a date before. Sure, the giddiness and the anticipation aren't new, but going on a date with someone before having sex is. And it's a lot easier to have dinner with a person you like after you've already hooked up with them, but this? He doesn't know how to do this. Doesn't know what he should wear, or say, and he feels a lot of pressure. He knows he shouldn't, it's not like Tommy doesn't know him a bit already, still he's feeling like he's crawling out of his own skin.

He and Tommy have texted back and forth during the past few days, and they even met on a call, and he can't actually wait to see him. It's just– he's freaking out, just a little bit. 

When Tommy knocks on his door, he takes a long breath and steadies himself, trying to just enjoy the new sensations he's feeling. It feels nice, waiting for someone to pick you up for a date, and he can’t ignore the fluttering in his stomach. 

“Hey,” he greets him, opening the door. His eyes rake over his body, and he's pretty sure his cheeks flush as he takes him in. He's free to look, now, and fuck, Tommy's hot. “You– you look good.” 

“Hey,” Tommy says, smiling softly. “You're not so bad yourself.” 

Buck giggles, ducking his head to hide his flush and his giddy smile. 

“Don't do that,” Tommy whispers, hooking a finger underneath his chin to lift his face back up. “You're cute when you blush. I wanna see that.” 

Buck’s heart somersaults in his chest, and he's blushing even more now. “Shall we– go?” 

Tommy shakes his head, chuckling as he reaches for his hand and squeezes. “Yeah, Evan, let's go.” 

Dinner was great. Buck felt so comfortable and at ease for the whole time, even when Tommy teased him about being tense and even when Eddie and Marisol crashed their date. That was awkward, but then Tommy looked and smiled at him and he got distracted by the handsome man in front of him. 

They talked a lot, about everything and anything, jumping from serious topics to funny ones, and Buck couldn’t even remember the last time he was so happy to know someone new. 

They left the restaurant half an hour ago, and Buck’s now enjoying the evening chill as they’re aimlessly walking around the neighborhood, their hands brushing as they get closer and closer, almost bumping into each other. 

“You’re quiet,” Tommy points out gently, nudging his shoulder. 

Buck tilts his head to look at him and grins. “I’m just– I feel so happy. It was– great.”

“Yeah, we should do that again,” Tommy agrees, and then reaches out to thread their fingers together. “But I could teach you Muay Thai first, or take you for a ride.”

“Do you take all your dates for a helicopter ride? Is that your secret weapon?” Buck teases, arching his eyebrow.  

“Nah, just the ones I want to impress,” Tommy flirts, winking at him. “Is it working?”

“Definitely,” Buck confirms, flushing under Tommy’s intense gaze. 

They silently walk back to Tommy’s car, and the silence is comfortable, he doesn’t feel the need to fill it with words. He relishes in the warmth of Tommy’s palm against his own and the occasional brush of their shoulders, and every once in a while he turns his head to look at his profile, lit by the street lamps. 

Tommy says something as he stops near his car, but he doesn’t catch it because he’s distracted by his lips moving so gently and suddenly he feels the urge to kiss him. The ache grows into his chest, at first is a little spark but then it blazes and becomes a wildfire, and he feels dizzy with it. 

“Evan–” 

Buck thinks fuck it and presses him against the car door, sucking in a breath as he lands on his broad chest. That’s hot. He stares into his blue eyes and then flickers his gaze to his lips while his hands curl around his waist; he can feel the muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, and fuck, he likes it. Likes that Tommy’s ripped, and as tall as he is, that he can take his weight effortlessly, that he’s– that he is a man. He likes him. 

“Hey,” Tommy whispers, cradling the side of his face. 

Buck grins devilishly. “Hey,” he says, and then he closes his eyes and leans in, crashing their lips together and chasing his desire. It’s not like their first kiss, this one is bolder and less tentative, and intoxicating. 

Buck chases his lips, tilting his head to change the angle as their noses brush together, but eventually this is not enough anymore. He can’t actually get enough so when Tommy gasps and tugs him closer, he runs the tip of his tongue along his bottom lip and then dives in, taking what he wants. 

Tommy’s hand tangles in his hair, and Buck moves one of his own to Tommy’s face; the stubble isn’t there tonight, but as he runs his fingers across his cheek, he can still feel some prickling beneath his palm. It’s nice, it’s hot, and when Tommy flips them over and his back hits the car he absolutely loses it. He likes being pinned down by Tommy’s weight, likes the fragrance of his aftershave, likes his body, and his eyes, and his kindness. 

“You’re– Fuck, you’re handsome,” he murmurs in between kisses, and he should probably feel pathetic or something, but Tommy fucking blushes and drags him into another thorough kiss so he doesn’t care. 

“Look who’s talking,” Tommy says when they need to breathe, brushing his nose. He smiles at him then, stealing him another soft kiss and Buck swears he’s floating. 

Feeling free and whole and himself is the greatest feeling ever, and he wishes he could hug little Evan and tell him “everything is going to be fine.”

#bisexual evan buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #911 on abc #911 fanfiction #fanfic authors #fanfic writing #911 on ao3 #911 spoilers

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seven sentence sunday

hi my lovelies sorry this is so late i’ve been very busy this weekend with like zero writing time but here i am! thank you to everyone who tagged me in all the things this weekend @swiftiediaz @alyxmastershipper @sibylsleaves @buddierights @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @outtoshatter @renecdote @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @spotsandsocks 💞 so i figured i would give two seven sentence snippets. one from a wip i recently found re-inspiration for (currently calling it surprise kiss) and one from my hunger games au

surprise kiss

“We haven’t done the picture thing yet,” Eddie says with a smile that reminds Buck of moonlight, soft and ethereal, like it can chase away all the dark shadows that billow between the spaces of Buck’s ribs.

“The what?” Buck asks with a laugh as he begrudgingly lets Eddie go.

He clumsily reaches for his champagne flute to try and fight off the feeling of emptiness that slowly begins to fill the cavity in his chest and nearly spills the rest of it down his front when Eddie’s hand lands comfortably on Buck’s knee, squeezing gently. 

“The photo-booth.” Eddie answers, nodding his head toward the corner of the roof where there’s a small photo-booth people have been ducking into all night to take pictures.

“S—sure we did,” Buck stutters out and he tries to duck his head so Eddie can’t see the blush blooming across his cheeks. 

“Yeah,” Eddie rolls his eyes, “with the team, but not just me and you.”

and

hunger games au

“So Buck,” Taylor says in a way that makes Eddie’s skin prickle, “handsome boy like you must have a girl back home waiting for you.”

Buck blushes, ducking his head before he says, “Not uh, not a she.” There’s a collective gasp from the audience and Eddie watches with some satisfaction as Taylor frowns. “There’s this boy I’ve had a crush on forever, but I don’t think he really knew who I was until the reaping.”

Eddie pushes his lips to the side as the audience sighs in sympathy. 

“Does he already have someone special?” Taylor asks with genuine curiosity.

“I don’t know,” Buck shrugs, looking a little lost and Eddie almost can’t believe how good he is at selling himself to these people, “a lot of people like him, girls especially.”

Taylor grabs his hand and Eddie thinks if everyone in Panem could do it, they’d be taking Buck’s hand too. “So, here’s what you do,” she says and Eddie almost laughs at how ridiculous it is to listen to Taylor Kelly give Buck dating advice as if he isn’t about to head to the slaughter house tomorrow, “you go out there and you win. And when you go home he won’t be able to turn you down.”

Buck gives her a pained smile and the agonized look in those baby blue eyes looks so fucking real it makes Eddie’s breath hitch in his throat. “I um — I don’t think winning is going to help me.”

“Why not?” Taylor asks in disbelief. 

Buck flutters his lashes, his cheeks the same color as his birthmark as he says, “B—because…because he came here with me.”

It takes nearly a full ten seconds for the world to stop fucking spinning and Eddie to realize that his face is now the one being plastered across every screen in Panem. He can see himself, mouth dropped open in shock and something he doesn’t know how to name. 

Me, Eddie thinks, his blood fizzing and popping like the champagne they drank after the parade around the Capitol, Buck is talking about me.

not tagging anyone since it’s so late but sending all my love ❤️ 

#buddie #buddie wip #911 fox #if the second one is longer than seven sentences then mind ya business #hunger games au