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beer & apologies
(buddie) (722 words) (7x04 coda)
It’s late, later than any reasonable person would show up on a friend’s doorstep, but Buck’s got this bright, warm feeling in his chest and all he wants to do is apologize so he can share it. For a split second he thinks about knocking, but that feels a little too much like going backwards. Instead, he lets himself in and hangs his key on the hook.
“Eddie,” he calls quietly into the still house.
“Kitchen.” The reply is soft, easy, like Eddie was expecting him.
Buck steps into the room and holds up the beer he brought.
Eddie looks up at him and grins, soft and warm in the glow of the lamplight. “What’s that for?”
“This is ‘sorry for acting like a teenager and spraining your ankle’ beer,” Buck says, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”
Eddie sighs and pushes an empty chair back from the table with his foot, gesturing for Buck to sit. “I’m sorry too,” he says.
“No, no, you don’t—" Buck starts.
“Yeah, I do,” Eddie interrupts with a wry grin. “You should definitely be sorry-er, though, so I’ll take the beer.”
Buck snorts and sits, setting the six pack on the table between them.
“We didn’t—well, I didn’t…”
“I know,” Buck says. “I was just—”
“I know,” Eddie says softly.
A few, quiet moments pass, and it’s comfortable, exactly what Buck was missing the last couple of days.
“Hey,” Eddie says suddenly, sitting up a little straighter, “at least now I know why you always said no to basketball.” He smiles, loose and just a tiny bit mischievous.
Buck splutters. “What? No! I wasn’t that bad,” he protests.
Eddie lifts his injured ankle and raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, well maybe, but—”
“Uh-uh,” Eddie says, “no buts. You haven many talents, Buck, but basketball isn’t one of them.”
Buck ducks his head and grins. “Maybe I’ll get Tommy to teach me, then I can beat you without playing dirty.” Saying Tommy’s name out loud gives birth to a few giddy butterflies in his stomach.
“You two make up?” Eddie asks.
“Yeah,” Buck says. “He uh—texted me.” The butterflies turn to little rocks.
“Good,” Eddie says, “that’s good.” He grabs a beer and twists the top off. “I really think you guys will get along, if you give him a chance.”
“We, um. Yeah. We probably will.” Buck grabs a beer of his own and stares at the label.
He doesn’t—he didn’t mean to lie. It just kind of… came out. Which, it’s Eddie. Buck knows he could tell him exactly what happened, right now, and it’d be fine. It’d be completely fine because it’s Eddie and he knows Eddie would be cool about it, probably even happy for him! But when he goes to open his mouth it just. Doesn’t.
“How’s—uh. How’s Marisol?” he asks instead, tripping over his words.
Eddie shrugs. “She’s fine, same as always. Apparently Christopher got her to play Fortnite, which, according to him, was a disaster.”
Buck laughs, shaking his head. “That kid,” he says softly.
“That kid,” Eddie agrees. He takes another swig of beer and sits back.
“Hey, wait,” Buck says suddenly. He lurches forward and snags the bottle out of Eddie’s hand. “You can’t have this, you’re on pain killers.”
“It’s my apology beer!” Eddie protests.
“Nope, two sips is plenty. I can’t hurt your ankle and your liver on the same day.”
“It’s after midnight, it’s tomorrow,” Eddie pouts. “Give it.” He makes a halfhearted attempt to grab it back, but Buck holds the beer aloft.
“Nuh-uh, absolutely not,” Buck says. “You can drink your apology beer this weekend.”
“My apology beer is going to be flat and stale,” Eddie replies, unimpressed.
Buck rolls his eyes. “I’ll buy you a new apology beer, alright?”
“Promises, promises.”
“I will!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie laughs. “You better. Want to bring it over on Saturday? We can watch the game.”
Buck’s grin falters a little bit, even as that warm feeling bubbles up in his chest all over again. “I uh- can’t, sorry.”
“What, you got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks with a laugh.
Buck takes a long swallow from the beer he stole from Eddie. “Yeah, something,” he says with a hollow laugh.
He feels like a liar.
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the gift you gave him
buck/eddie (side buck/tommy) | 5k words | rated t | feelings realization, getting together
“What is Evan’s favorite restaurant?” Tommy asks.
“La Plaza Mayor,” Eddie responds mechanically, the answer so easy he didn’t even have to stop and think about it. “He says it’s the only Mexican restaurant that comes close to my Abuela’s cooking. He really misses her cooking.”
(or Eddie helps Tommy be a good boyfriend to Buck and realizes in the process that maybe he's wanted to be Buck's boyfriend all along.)
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#buddie#buddie fic#buddiefic#911#911fic#911 fic#fics i write#i can't believe this turned out to be 5k words ksksksksk#and i can't believe how it turned into... this thing lmao#i am so so so sorry y'all
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put my heart inside your palms
words: 3,071 | rating: T
Buck’s speaking again, telling him, “Go dry your hair, baby.”
And like, he’s stuck in his daydream. Completely crazy about it. So it’s not exactly his fault that he doesn’t register what Buck said until he’s in the bathroom again.
He straightens his shoulders out and looks at his reflection like maybe he’s actually lost it, but, no, those were real words coming from Buck, who is also real, so—
...or, how an accidental pet name, a thoughtful dinner, and a shared shirt makes them get their shit together.
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(put some music on) soft and slow
buck auditions for the voice. things escalate from there | T | 6.6k | read on ao3
Buck walks into the firehouse the next day mentally rehearsing how he’s going to bring the subject up to Eddie. Or—trying to figure it out, more accurately. He’s been trying since he got home from the live show last night, but every opener he comes up with sounds like he’s about to confess a whole lot more than he means to.
Can we talk about something?
I need to tell you something.
Eddie, there’s something I haven’t told you…
Each one sounds like it comes right before I’m in love with you. Which isn’t inaccurate, but Buck figures he should stick to one revelation at a time.
But as it turns out, he doesn’t need an opener. He walks up the stairs to the loft, and finds himself facing the backs of four office chairs. Over by the kitchen counter, Ravi gives a signal, and all four chairs turn around in impressive sync.
Eddie sits in the second one from the left, grinning wide. In the other three chairs, Chimney, Hen, and Bobby are barely containing their glee.
“Saw you on TV last night,” Eddie says, still grinning. “Something you want to tell us?”
Buck blinks, and Chimney takes advantage of his hesitation to jump up and start singing, one hand clutched to his chest and the other dramatically reaching for Buck. “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Joleeene…” It’s the song Buck performed last night, though—if he does say so himself—Buck’s version was better.
“Looks like there’s nothing left to tell,” Buck says.
“Nothing left to tell?” Hen says. raising her eyebrows. “You just walk onto that set last night?”
“Well, no,” Buck allows, “I just mean, it’s not really an interesting story.”
“That’s what they all say,” Bobby says, then gets out of his chair and heads back over to the stove. “You have one hell of a voice, Buck.”
“Uh, thanks,” Buck says, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his head.
“So,” Chimney says, scooting his office chair over to the table and propping his chin in his hands like he’s in a high school movie. “Tell us everything.”
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take me to the edge (then let me fall)
buck x eddie || rating: explicit || wc: 1k
“Oh, fuck,” Buck whined, throwing his head back against the pillows of their bed as Eddie rocked against him.
Eddie had been teasing him for what felt like hours and Buck was about to go insane. Eddie had brought him to the edge already several times, denying him each time right as he was about to come. The first time hadn’t been so bad. The second time he had started to feel a little more desperate. And by the third time, Buck was a whimpering, sobbing mess. Sweat soaked his skin and precum stained his stomach. He was trembling and every time Eddie moved his hips, grinding himself deeper into Buck, it felt like he was being shocked.
Or, the one where Eddie edges Buck until he loses his mind all the while calling him a good boy.
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blood on my shirt (heart in my hands) ✩ 72K ✩
When Eddie sends a letter to a prisoner for extra credit in his last year of high school, he expects it to be just like any other assignment. He didn't expect to meet Evan Buckley, a man imprisoned for murder. It was supposed to be an easy assignment, something to put on his college applications. He never expected to fall in love.
OR, what i've dubbed affectionately as: Prison Fic.
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TO BE FOUND ♡ anniversary gift
Last year I decided to write a buddie werewolf fic for halloween, and I never could’ve guessed just how much love that was about to come my way. The feedback has been out of this world. I can't thank you all enough.
A lot of people have asked me to revisit this verse, so I decided that for the one year anniversary, I would.
main fic | to be found | M | 71,328 words
After being mistreated by his alpha for the last time, Buck abandons his pack and heads for the city where he’s found by Eddie - another werewolf who’s nothing like the ones Buck is used to.
sequel | to belong | E | 9,609 words
Reluctantly, Buck detaches himself from Eddie’s neck and lifts his head just enough for them to look at each other. Eddie’s eyes are dark even with the room bathing in sunlight, his pupils blown. His chest rises and falls at a quick pace, his cheeks flushed. Buck can’t help but lick his own mouth at the sight of Eddie’s kiss-bruised lips.
I did that, he thinks. A few months ago he hadn’t even known how to kiss Eddie properly for the first time, and now he can do this. Can leave Eddie looking completely disheveled with just his mouth and hands, the sound of his fast thumping heart loud in Buck’s ears. It makes his chest swell with pride.
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come love,
Rated E I 90K I Sorry, let me just add that again real quick you are all are so much better than me I 90K
Broody, arrogant, and rude, Evan Buckley has made a name for himself at Buckley Enterprises—as the grandson of the founders and one of the most powerful businessmen in the country. He's determined to be at the top and stay at the top, even if certain distractions get in the way.
Enter distraction: Strong-willed, charming, and brilliant, Eddie Diaz has been hired to protect Evan Buckley from the threats made against him—although the biggest threat seems to be himself. He's determined to do his job, even if his gorgeous, snobby boss is deadset against it.
Can the two of them get what they want without getting in each other's way?
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YOU WERE LIGHTING FLARES
CHAPTER THREE: NOW THAT I SEE YOU HERE NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
[1.6k | cute | Buck whump]
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a/n: happy buck whump week ig! mwah <;3 enjoy!
Eddie smiles to himself after he sends Buck the link. He’s not sure why he had thought of it for Buck- maybe seeing him with Christopher, they bonded over Legos in about five minutes flat. Maybe it was his enthusiasm and kindness. Also one of their regular volunteers just moved away. Maybe he had ulterior motives wanting to see Buck holding a tiny baby shirtless. Sue him.
That fact does not prepare him for every time it happens though. The first few times Buck hadn’t done skin to skin, still warming up to the idea but as soon as he had tried it, he was sold.
Eddie walks in after taking one of their kids for some testing and there Buck is, sitting in a large comfortable chair, button up open and falling off to the side, holding one of their tiniest babies. He's laser focused on her. Absolutely glowing. And Eddie can’t tear his eyes away. It looks good on him, like it always did. He’s happy for the kid too. To be receiving that attention and love. Feeling another person's blood pumping and heart beating after all she had known was less comforting.
Miranda knocks into his shoulder which shakes him out.
“Are you okay in there, lover boy?”
Eddie just rolls his eyes and picks up another chart, eyes still darting toward Buck every few seconds.
He taps out a text,
To: Maddie
Your brother is going to be the death of me, I swear.
He pockets his phone and looks back up at Buck. Holding her against his chest, her tiny fingers wrapped around his thumb and babbling back to her.
He prepares a bottle for her since it’s time for her feeding.
“Here, she must be hungry.”
And Buck looks up at him, his expression still soft and glowing as he takes the bottle.
“Have you ever done this before?”
“We did it once with dolls at the academy for safe haven training. But, uh this feels-“
And Buck looks a little terrified in that moment.
“Here,” Eddie kneels next to the chair, “adjust your hold so her head is up a little more, and then hold the bottle at an angle. There you go! You’re a natural.”
“Can I-know her name?”
Eddie scrunched his face a little and then smiled gently, “yeah, her name is Emily.” Eddie replies. He stands and grabs a blanket and drapes in around the two of them.
A few days later, Eddie is on his break, sipping what he would call a sad cup of coffee, mostly because Buck didn’t bring it, when breaking news splashes across the screen of the break room TV. He doesn’t pay much attention- tapping out a text to Carla making sure Chris hadn’t given her too much trouble.
He glances up, attention caught by the sheer amount of flashing lights in the all too familiar red and blue, all he can see behind the reporter is what is unmistakably a firetruck, except it’s flipped on its side and there are a few flames still fluttering across the ground.
“We received a report that there is a young firefighter trapped underneath the vehicle Sarah, do you have any other information?”
“Unfortunately that is correct Kathy, we are able to report that he is a member of Station 118, sources tell me he does appear to be conscious at the moment and hopefully will be able to stay that way until negotiations with the bomber are satisfied.”
Eddie doesn’t even register that he has stood up as he gets closer to the TV to see if he can see enough– to confirm what he feels in his gut. The camera pans around the scene, and he sees Hen and Chimney in their uniforms clutching their med bags, eyes glued to the vehicle, and Bobby in his civvies with his hands raised as he tries to talk with a young boy with explosives strapped to his chest. And then there’s a glimpse of who's trapped. The camera zooms in unsteadily. Eddie can’t breathe. He's seen shit. He’s pulled people from burning helicopters and humvees. He's held babies as they take their last breath.
He’d recognize those curls and that face from miles away.
He needs to tell Maddie. But he has to be sure.
He dials Athena.
“It’s Buck right? I’m not letting myself see things. He's under that truck?”
“Yes, Eddie, he is,” Her voice is clear and strong, Eddie hears the slight emotion coming through and grips his phone tighter.
He purses his lips and nods, running his hand through his hair.
“Okay, I- I’ll tell Maddie. She can’t be in there when they bring him in.”
“It’s gonna be okay Eddie. He's doing really well for the situation he's in. He'll be okay.”
Eddie wants to fight back but it wouldn’t be worth the time and energy.
“Just tell me if I need to-“
“Eddie, no. Don’t think like that. I know that you’re trained, but you can’t. And Maddie can’t. So go take care of each other okay.”
Eddie swallows and squeaks out a thank you before hanging up.
He makes his way down stairs and he sees Maddie leaning against the desk by the ambulance entrance. She has a tablet and she’s tapping the stylus against the counter absentmindedly. She has a focused look on her face. Probably taking stock of what they have, making sure everything’s organized before inevitable chaos.
She raises her head and spots him.
“Eddie! Did you hear, there was an explosion downtown, we are gonna be swamped with victims, or are they lending you to us cause you are experienced with this type of thing? Thank heavens- we were already short staffed and then Collins called out-“
Eddie grabs her arm and softens his look.
“Maddie-“
She keeps rambling about how she’s trying to figure out how they’re going to make the rooms work with the patients. And how there will probably be quite a few DOAs.
“Maddie,” he says more firmly, “I need to tell you something- about the explosion. Let’s go sit.”
“Eddie what the hell is going on, I have to get ready for several incoming traumas.”
He finally gets her to sit in one of the barely cushioned chairs and swallows thickly.
“Eddie, what’s going on?” it’s softer and filled with worry. Because there were only two people that would make Eddie this soft, worried and yet serious, And she knew for a fact that Chris was safe in bed.
“The vehicle that exploded, it was a ladder truck.”
“Oh god-“
Eddie takes her hand.
“Maddie- Buck was on it. And he's trapped underneath it. He’s conscious - but no one has been able to get close to him yet.”
“Oh god, Evan.” she sobs “Oh god.”
“Maddie, Maddie look at me, he's a fighter, okay? I have seen guys get through worse.”
She nods and Eddie pulls her into a hug. His walls crumble.
“I can't lose him either, Maddie- I just figured it all out- I can't.”
It's an excruciating wait and all Eddie can think about is that last time he was in this situation. Sort of. The first time he had met Maddie.
It had been his first week when his phone had rung, he had scrunched his brow as the name of the hospital crawled across the screen, work in smaller letters beneath it. He answered confused, and then his blood ran cold. Maddie asked how fast he could be there, and he was already running towards the stairs.
There had been a young firefighter leaning against the desk that Eddie can now place as Buck in the blurred memories of pushing past a couple paramedics and asking for a few minutes with her. Even if it was all she had left.
Maddie had also been the one to come in and pull him out of the illusion that they had more time.
She was declared dead less than half an hour later.
Maddie had been the one to hold on to him.
It had been the best hug Eddie had had in a long time.
Their breaks lined up for the first time 2 weeks later when Eddie looked exhausted and worn to the bone and Maddie had insisted on making her famous super coffee that was the best kept secret of the nursing staff. It a was a few days later that she slipped him Carla’s resume.
They watch the waiting room TV, gripping each other tightly as they finally try and lift the truck off him, and then as the barricades come down and a swarm of people come from what seems like every direction to lift the damn truck.
The minutes following where the news cuts back to the studio, where the anchors are talking about a surprise ending to a horrible night, are excruciating.
A few minutes later, the relative silence is broken when a nurse calls
“We’ve got incoming trauma!”
And they brace themselves.
The first couple are civilians that were nearby that need patching up or debris or shrapnel removed. Then a few other firefighters. Some don’t make it. They grip each other tighter.
“Firefighter Evan Buckley, 27, severe crush injury left leg. Stable and conscious at the scene, lost consciousness enroute.” Hen rattles off as they rush in.
Bobby, who's been holding Buck’s hand, lets go as they barrel towards a room.
Eddie wants to chase the gurney– be there. But he can’t. So he stands there with his eyes glued to its path.
He doesn’t know how long he stands there, it could be minutes, could be hours.
Their last conversation stares back at him because buck is the one he wants to text when he feels like this. It feels like it’s taunting him.
from: Buck 🚒
have a good shift today! lmk what you want for breakfast:)
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at every table i’ll save you a seat
10k | rated T | read on ao3
Buck and Eddie are best friends. Why is that so difficult for everyone to understand?
Or, five times someone tells Buck he’s in love with Eddie and the one time he tells Eddie
The call comes in at the tail end of their shift, and Buck’s only a little annoyed that it interrupts their pool game (he was totally about to beat Eddie, which almost never happens.)
They know it’s going to be a tricky one before they arrive. Two hikers, one of whom has what is probably a broken leg, trapped by a rockslide in Topanga Canyon. There’s no clear path to the hikers unless they explode some of the rock blocking their path—a plan Bobby nixes almost immediately, as it might trigger another rockslide.
“We’re going to have to go in from above,” he says. He, Eddie, Lucy and Buck are conferring by the truck, map in hand.
“Chopper?” Buck says hopefully.
Eddie shoots him a look of amused reproach.
Bobby shakes his head. “Not enough clearance in this part of the canyon.”
“Can we rappel down from the ridge?” Lucy asks.
Bobby looks up, grimacing. “I’m not comfortable with that. Grounds not stable enough.”
“So we anchor from further back,” Eddie says. “Cap, look—there’s an access road a couple hundred yards back. We drive the truck up there—”
“—and the aerial ladder should give us enough clearance,” Buck finishes, slapping Eddie’s arm in praise.
Bobby looks over at Eddie and nods. “That should work.”
Buck beams, as proud as he would be if the idea had been his. Maybe more so. Eddie’s only been back with the 118 for a week, but it feels like he never left.
They drive up to the access road and get to work.
Eddie hooks the rope to Buck’s harness, checks the straps to make sure it’s secure. It’s habitual—something they’ve done a hundred times before, probably—but it’s the first time Eddie’s done it in months. When he’s satisfied, Eddie steps back and flashes a smile at him, a bright, happy thing that lights up his eyes. Buck is helpless to smile back.
He’s just—he’s happy to have his partner back. And not just that—he’s happy Eddie’s doing well enough to be back. It had been a hard couple months, but they’d weathered it together and now Eddie’s so much lighter, like a weight’s been lifted off him. Buck can’t help but feel lighter for it, too.
Eddie is one of the best people he knows, and he deserves every good thing, as far as Buck’s concerned.
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#new fic!#yes it's another 5 times fic. dont worry about it#but Buck POV this time#he's so dumb (affectionate)#this is a super different vibe from maybe love wont let me down sorry#basically just two idiots smiling at each other until they finally get a clue#sibyls words#911fic#911 fic#buddie fic#buddie#buddiefic
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sofa, so good
(buddie) (1k words) (6x01 spoilers)
of course I can't resist a coda for the first ep of the season who do you think I am
Buck lasts five minutes in the damn armchair before he’s up and pacing again.
Because it’s stupid right? He gets it. It’s a metaphor. Whoop-de-doo. But it’s also an actual literal fucking couch, and he’s been without one for months now.
Which is – yeah, Chris was right, it’s weird.
But also, he’s kind of barely noticed. It’s not like he spends much time at his place. He’s at the firehouse, or Eddie’s, or Maddie’s, and they’ve all got couches. So maybe he doesn’t even really need one.
Maybe he should just get more chairs. Or a chaise. Beanbag chairs! Chris would probably get a kick out of those. Hell, maybe he could find some of that inflatable furniture he begged his parents for in the nineties.
Buck stares at the armchair.
He really needs a fucking couch.
Eddie shows up at 9 AM on Saturday, and Buck tries to convince himself this isn’t a bad idea. Not Eddie showing up – as far as Buck’s concerned, any idea involving Eddie is an automatic plus five on the good idea scale. No, the issue is the couch/girlfriend/getting-his-shit-together metaphor has sunk its claws in deep, and now Buck’s pretty sure he’s going to take one step into the furniture store and spin around and walk back out.
For the first time in as long as he can remember, Buck isn’t even sure he wants a couch. He says as much to Eddie.
“Then why am I driving you to the furniture store?” Eddie raises an eyebrow.
“It’s not—it’s what the couch represents, man,” Buck says.
“Mm.”
“Don’t look at me like that!”
Eddie holds his hands up. “I’m not looking at you like anything,” he placates, although the grin tugging at the corners of his lips begs to differ.
Buck can’t help but laugh. “Come on, aren’t you supposed to tell me to, I don’t know, suck it up and get a new couch?”
Eddie smiles, ducks his head, and looks up at Buck. “Is that what you want?”
“Therapy made you way too smart, Diaz.”
That makes Eddie laugh, and that in turn makes Buck feel warm. It wasn’t so long ago that it felt like he might never hear that sound again.
“Get in the damn truck, Buckley,” Eddie snorts. “We’re getting you a couch.”
...
Buck’s never been to a furniture store.
It’s absurd, actually, because he’s a thirty-something-year-old man, but he’s never had cause to. Like, Ali furnished most of the loft, and every piece of furniture he owned before he got off Craigslist or Facebook Marketplace.
It’s absurd, and it means that he’s entirely unprepared when Candace, the Senior Sales Associate with a shark-like grin and sensible shoes, clocks them both as soon as they’re through the door.
“How can I help you today?” She asks. “What are you looking for? May I take you around our showroom? We’ve got several new pieces in that I’m sure you’ll love.”
“I—uh,” Buck stammers.
“We’ve also got an extensive sale inventory I can walk you through, if you’re looking to score a bargain! The same excellent quality we’re known for, with prices we’re sure will fit any budget.”
Yep, Buck’s going to leave. He’s going to turn around and leave, and he’s never going to get a new couch, because this place is huge and anxiety inducing and he’s pretty sure he saw Candace on a true crime documentary once and—
Eddie takes a smooth step forward. He matches Candace’s overly wide smile with one of his own and tells her, “No thank you, we’re just browsing for now. We’ll come find you if we have any questions.”
It’s like he knows the magic words, because no sooner than he’s said them, Candace disappears into the mattress section.
Buck turns to him, wide-eyed. “How did you do that?”
Eddie laughs. “You’ve just got to speak the language, Buckley.”
“I’m so glad you’re here,” Buck mumbles.
Eddie claps him on the shoulder. “Let’s find you a couch.”
...
In the end, after Buck’s sat on so many different pieces of furniture his butt is sore, they find one. It’s a dark buttery leather that Eddie says will complement his hardwood floors, and that Buck is pretty sure he could fall asleep on, if necessary.
Eddie, somehow, manages to knock twenty percent off the asking with a flash of his teeth and a slow blink at Candace, which Buck mostly appreciates but is also kind of afraid of. He also insists that they throw in a couple of accent pillows, which Buck supposes is probably nice.
With the help of a few associates, they load the couch into Eddie’s truck and strap it down with more bungee cords than Buck thought any one person had the right to own.
Eddie catches his raised eyebrow and grins. “You remember that accident on the one-oh-one?” he asks.
The image of a four-poster bed sticking out of the windshield of a Corolla flashes across Buck’s mind, and he shudders. “Good call,” he says with a tight nod.
Eddie throws his head back and laughs, then motions to the truck. “Come on, I have to pick Chris up at three. Let’s get this show on the road.”
Buck deposits himself in the passenger seat and watches as Eddie starts up the truck and puts it in gear.
Eddie looks up and catches his eye. “What?”
Buck shakes his head. “Nothing, just—thanks. I’m pretty sure Candace would’ve eaten me alive if it weren’t for you.”
“Women and couches,” Eddie says with a shrug, “maybe they’re just not for you.”
Buck snorts. “Who needs ‘em,” he says. “That’s what I’ve got you for, right?”
Eddie’s thumb brushes against his forearm. “Yeah,” he says.
...
Buck sits on his new couch.
It’s soft, and comfortable, and the color complements the room’s existing palette, just like Eddie said it would. It’s long enough that Buck can lay down, and deep enough that he won’t accidentally roll off if he falls asleep. It’s exactly what he needs in a couch.
He lasts all of five minutes before he’s up and pacing again.
The color is too dark. Leather is the wrong material. All three of the couch cushions are plump and firm, without a single weird divot from being slept on too many nights in a row.
The couch fits perfectly in his apartment, Buck thinks, and at the end of the day, maybe that’s the problem.
Buck doesn’t want a new couch.
He wants one that’s familiar.
He texts Eddie.
Dinner at yours tonight?
#thank you ceecee for the title you're incredible at puns and I'm obsessed with you for it#911#911 spoilers#911fic#buddiefic#buddie#uhhhh I straight up can't remember the tags I usually use#Abbie writes#buddie fic#Evan buckley#yeah I wrote a couch coda who's gonna stop me#I'll go find my tag list in a minute!#911 fic
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buddie tattoo shop/soulmates au
it's finally time! later this week, i'm gonna start posting the tattoo shop/soulmates fill for my bingo card. there's been some interest when i was posting snippets so i decided to make a little list if anyone wants to get pinged when it's out
snippets i posted: one | two | three | four | five | six |
drop a lil like/reply/reblog if you wanna get pinged when i post!
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’til storm breaks loose
words: 6,093 | rating: E
He squeezes Buck’s bare, sun warmed skin before he drops the contact, and strolls over to where Chim and Tommy are waiting.
If he stands a little too close to his teammate, well. He’ll never admit it.
Buck comes back into his line of vision, already back to looking like he’s a second away from stomping off the court.
Eddie’s giddy with it.
…or, how an elbow to the face changes everything.
read on ao3!
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all above, all your waiting come home
buddie | transit au | 10.3k | for drew ♡ | read on ao3
The route itself is pretty simple. From their apartment in Scarborough to Christopher’s school, it’s a bus ride and a trip on Line 2, and then from the school to SickKids, it’s just another few stops on the train and a transfer to Line 1. They’ve got it down to a routine, him and Chris; back home, Eddie could never quite figure out the transit system, but despite all its many, many flaws, the TTC seems to have their back.
It could have warned him about the guy, though.
or, eddie and chris meet buck on the train.
tags under the cut (interact here if you wanna be added!)
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words i’ve never said
When Eddie first gets to LA he’s looking for a fresh start and finds it at a bookshop. But not everyone is happy he’s there. The other guy at the store, Buck, can’t stand him. But things are good and they get even better when he develops an unexpected friendship with someone he met online. It’s hate at first sight for Buck, but at least he has a really good thing going with this guy he met online.
A Shop Around the Corner AU for the @911holidayficfest event. Huge thanks to @swiftiediaz for the gorgeous art!
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Hi beanloved how about: "I don't feel so good."
If it ever inspires anything 🖤
(un)bearable
buck x eddie || rated: t || wc: 1.9k
Eddie walked into the station with a throbbing headache. He made his way into the locker room and slowly started putting his stuff away. He squinted against the bright lights of the room— since when was their locker room this brightly lit?! Eddie groaned, leaning against the lockers and closing his eyes. This was going to be a long shift.
“Hey, you alright?” Chimney asked, walking into the locker room behind him. “You don’t look so good.”
“I don’t feel so good,” Eddie murmured, squinting at Chim and groaning when he finds his vision has started to blur.
“Stay right there,” Chimney said, hovering over Eddie until Eddie nodded his assent.
Chimney jogged out of the locker room and up to the loft, calling out for the rest of the team.
Eddie wasn’t sure how long Chimney was gone for but suddenly there was a gentle hand touching his shoulder. “Hey, kid. You okay?” Bobby asked softly.
Eddie made a soft sound as the pain in his head increased, throbbing at his temples and making his stomach roll. “No, m’head hurts.” He mumbled, looking up at Bobby through blurry eyes.
“Okay, well obviously you can’t work, I’m going to have someone take you home and I’ll call in a replacement for you.” Bobby said, using what the team affectionately called his dad voice.
continue on ao3
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