#established buddie

[disasterbuck]

hi bestie!!! for the prompts could u do buddie + "do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" 🥹

heyyy tysm for the prompt! sorry it took me a bit to write it anyway here it is, hope you like it! 😘

established Buck/Eddie | 545 words

-

"Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?"

"Do I think… what?" Eddie took his eyes off the night sky to frown over at Buck, half expecting to see a beer bottle dangling from his hand or something. Surely he had to be inebriated to say such a thing.

But Buck was just sitting there with a soft smile on his face and his hands folded beneath his chin, eyes fixed on Eddie. There was no alcohol to be seen of course, because they were on shift. They'd come up to the roof because they couldn't sleep, opting instead to take a blanket and do a bit of stargazing together.

"I said—" Buck began, but Eddie rolled his eyes and held up a hand to stop him before he could repeat the corny words.

"I heard you," he said. "You're such a dork."

"You love it," Buck said, his smile widening further.

Eddie sighed and turned his gaze back to the sky and the faint stars visible despite the city's light pollution. The moon was visible too, just a small crescent high above them.

"Okay, I'm cold now."

Eddie's attention was pulled back down to earth as Buck began dragging his chair closer until they were side by side. Then Buck reached out, grabbing the blanket draped across Eddie's lap and tugging it over himself as well.

"I told you you'd get cold," Eddie said.

"Good thing I have you to warm me up," Buck said with a wink, bumping their shoulders together. When all Eddie did was snort in reply, Buck reached beneath the blanket to grab his hand. "Come on, there's no one else here," he murmured. "Be mushy with me."

"Mushy?" Eddie asked, looking over at him with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah, mushy." Buck squeezed his hand gently.

Seeing Buck's big blue eyes trained on him, Eddie was powerless to resist. He felt a smile tugging on his lips and knew the exact moment when it won because of the way Buck's face lit up even further.

"Fine," he said. "But you do know the moon can't be jealous of anything, right?"

"No?"

"It's a rock, Buck," Eddie pointed out. "A big hunk of rock in space with no feelings."

"Ah, but if it did have feelings, do you think it would be jealous of you?" Buck persisted. "Because I do. I've only looked at it once since we came up here but I've looked at you at least a hundred times."

"That's because you're in love with me," Eddie countered. "And I refuse to say whether the moon would be jealous. It's not possible."

"Spoil sport."

Eddie was silent for a moment before adding, "I suppose if the moon was going to be jealous of anyone it would be jealous of you."

"Me?" Buck's eyes shone with joy. "You think I'm pretty?"

Smiling faintly, Eddie leaned in to press a soft kiss to Buck's lips. When he pulled back he said, "Of course I do. And you're way prettier than the moon."

Shuffling closer with a smitten grin on his face, Buck leaned his head on Eddie's shoulder and twisted their fingers together under the blanket.

Above them, a shooting star carved a line across the sky.

-

Tags under the cut. (Let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!)

@dluoser @taketheplanspinitsideways @loudenthusiastic @wallywise @mxrcjqckspnchqsc

@i-am-married-to-my-fandom @therosesaredying @stillfuckingtired @classtrialguru @speggle

@awesome-igi @natnuszsstuff @olliesrants @crazyfangirlallert @delirium1995

@brah3280 @meanceclosetohell @anythingeverythingallofthetime @izzysbeans

#buddie #buddie 911 #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley/eddie diaz #established buddie #usermoonsharky

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Buck: You know, I can hold the whole world in my hands.

Eddie: That's imp-

Buck: *cups Eddie's face*

Eddie:

Eddie:

Eddie: Buck, you can't make me cry at work, we spoke about this.

#911 fox #911 buddie #quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect buddie quotes #incorrect 911 quotes #911 incorrect buddie quotes #911 incorrect quotes #incorrect 911 buddie quotes #buddie #evan buckley #buck x eddie #eddie diaz #meme humor #they're in love your honor #idiots in love #established buddie #911 abc

[smilingbuckley]

Married Buddie would have silly fights and have Buck sleep on the couch but Eddie quickly drags him back to bed with the excuse that Buck’s snoring would keep the neighborhood up but really he just can't sleep without his husband next to him, even if he's mad at him

#buddie #buddie headcanon #911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #h #911 headcanons #established buddie #married buddie #evan buck buckely

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🫦

Starting things early (it’s Friday somewhere, right?) with some more of the Eddie wears lace fic (prev snippet here) since that’s apparently where my brain lives now 🫠

It doesn’t help that Buck is so goddamn confident and sure of his own kinks. Since long before they got together. Eddie’s definitely been on the wrong end of hearing about them played out with past relationships and hookups enough times to know.

Not that he ever thinks Buck said these things to hurt him or make him jealous. Regardless, the point is that he feels like they’re unmatched in this particular department. The sex is incredibly hot and Eddie is usually on board with whatever Buck wants to try. By that reasoning it shouldn’t be a problem the other way around.

But this isn’t lusting after his best friend (which came with its own set of ingrained beliefs to work through). This isn’t even wanting to be spanked or restrained. Or discovering how much of a relief it can be to submit to his boyfriend when the world is too much and he just needs someone else to take over. No, this is something else altogether.

This is Edmundo Diaz — a man raised on the ideology that boys don’t cry, don’t become romantically involved with other boys, and they certainly never show interest in anything girly or feminine — deliberately wanting to cross that imaginary gender barrier. To reconcile former soldier, father, and firefighter with the current iteration who wants to slip on lace panties once in a while instead of his everyday briefs. Even if just to find out if he would like it or not. Though he strongly suspects he will.

no pressure tagging @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @stereopticons @elvensorceress @giddyupbuck @monsterrae1 @spagheddiediaz @spotsandsocks @forthewolves @chaosandwolves @wildlife4life @heartshapedvows @loserdiaz @your-catfish-friend @statueinthestone @buddierights @911onabc @hoodie-buck @the-likesofus @fionaswhvre @barbiediaz @eowon @ladydorian05 @honestlydarkprincess @spaceprincessem @pirrusstuff @steadfastsaturnsrings @jesuisici33 @apothecarose @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @lizzie-bennetdarcy @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @underwater-ninja-13 @messyhairdiaz @gayedmundodiaz and anyone else who wants to 🥰

#eddie lace fic #eventually it’ll have a name #fuck it friday #hippo writes #my sweet marshmallow has some internal hurdles to overcome #buddie wip #established buddie #fic: a new religion

[donationwayne]

Response Time (2k) Oneshot

Just realized I also never posted this fic over here SO. I am posting it now. Anyways, tooth rotting fluff before I start posting the myriad of angsty!buck fics i have locked and loaded

Read on A03 here

SUMMARY

The 118 respond to a call, which isn’t unusual in itself. But it might explain a lot to Probational Firefighter Evan Buckley’s new crew. In which the 118 meet Eddie and Chris for the first time.

“Buck, what are you doing at home? You still have at least another 12 hours before you’re supposed to be here,” Eddie points out in confusion, he glances at the stove to double-check the time. When Eddie finally turns to look at Buck, the sight of his husband in turnout gear finally makes him pause.

"Well, you see, I’m here 12 hours before the end of my shift because our neighbors called the fire department on you,” Buck replies, unimpressed.

“Are you fucking kidding me? They called the fire department?” Eddie complained in a bitchy tone. “It was only a small stove fire. I’ve already gotten it handled. There were only a few flames. Maybe they should mind their business.”

“I think most people, me included, prefer erring on the side of caution when it comes to smoke billowing out of open windows, Eddie.”

#911 #911 abc #buddie #buddie fanfic #fanfic #oneshot #buddie ao3 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #fluff #buddie fluff #buck x eddie #eddie is a terrible cook and is stand by that #the 118 #established buddie

[honestlydarkprincess]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday!

tagged by the lovely @wikiangela, @loserdiaz, @daffi-990, @giddyupbuck, @devirnis, @folk-fae, @cowboy-buddie, @hippolotamus, @disasterbuckdiaz, @wildlife4life, @forthewolves, @lover-of-mine mwah!

i'm still struggling to write but here have a lil tease of something for kinktober :3

A few weeks later, after many, many conversations about it, they were ready to play out Buck’s fantasy. Christopher was at a friends house for the weekend having another one of his sleepover marathons, so they were alone in Buck’s loft.

“Okay, one last time— you’re sure you want me to do this?” Eddie asked, giving Buck a serious look. They were standing in the kitchen, just like they had been when Buck had broached the idea in the first place.

“Yessir,” Buck grinned, excitement making him bounce on the balls of his feet.

“Okay, c’mere baby,” Eddie said, reaching for Buck. He cupped Buck’s cheek gently and stared into his eyes, searching them one last time and finding nothing but excitement and trust.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @lovebuck, @housewifebuck, @monsterrae1, @911onabc, @stagefoureddiediaz, @theyarnmaidstale, @spotsandsocks, @moonlightbuckleys, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, @transbuck, @transboybuckley, @gayarthur, @fatedking, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @princessfbi, and @oliverstaark

#not telling y'all what fic this is because i wanna see ur guesses #jess.writes #my writing #my wips #buddie #established buddie #buddie wip #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #911 fox #911 abc #911 fic

[loserdiaz]

Bestie, can I request 38 plssss and thank you 🖤🍑

38. craving their company after a stressful day

Buck's just had the worst shift ever, the shift from the tenth circle of hell. Everything that could've gone wrong, went wrong— well, no one died but it still was pretty bad. Stressful in that way that leaves you on the verge of tears. It was also Eddie's free day, which only made the day worse.

It was call after call, and by the time Buck leaves the station, he feels on the brink of collapse. He's exhausted to the bone, but at the same time he has this restless energy and dreads coming home to an empty loft.

Buck rubs his hand across his face until he can see spots in his eyes and drags his fingers up into his hair to pull. He leans into the feeling, using the pain to try and bring himself back down to Earth.

It could be a little bit of everything. But whatever it is, it has Buck's heart beating a little faster, an unpleasant buzz beneath his skin as he all but chokes on a feeling he can’t quite name.

'Can I come over?' He texts once he's calmed down, he's hands are still shaking and he barely gets the words right before sending the message.

'Always. You good?' Eddie texts back and just that small detail pulls a smile out of Buck.

Their relationship is new and Buck keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop, keeps waiting for Eddie to tell him to back off, keeps waiting for the moment he'll fucked up the best relationship that he's ever had. Of course, that moment never comes.

Because being with Eddie is as easy as breathing— sure, they have disagreements and stupid fights over the grocery list or whose turn was to do the laundry. But it's domestic, it's home.

Instead of answering his boyfriend's text, Buck just throws his phone in the passenger seat and starts to drive. The drive to Eddie's house is too quiet, too lonely.

By the time he arrives Eddie's already waiting at the door with his arms open and a concerned but loving expression.

Buck doesn't waste any time and hugs his boyfriend, tightly and close to his chest. He breathes in the smell of Eddie's shampoo— the fancy one that Buck convinced him to buy years ago and it's one of the few 'expensive' things Eddie lets himself have. The smell of vanilla and home surrounding him and slowly making his muscles relax.

Buck feels the buzzing fade away and its place comes a peacefulness, a warmth feeling he only gets when he's at the Diaz house. When he's truly at home.

"Bad day?" Eddie asks as he gently leads Buck inside, never stepping to far from his personal space.

"Yeah. I just needed you." Buck murmurs against Eddie's neck, plastering himself against the man's back. "Chris?"

"He's at Kyle's for tonight, remember?"

Buck hums and lets himself be guided to the bedroom.

Lying in bed together, Eddie quietly traces his fingers over Buck's chest, just nonsensical patterns that slowly lull Buck to sleep.

"I love you." He whispers into the dark as he closes his eyes and exhales a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the shift from hell feels far away— like it happened in another life.

"Love you too, baby." Eddie replies back, his voice low and oh so calming. Buck smiles and reaches up to wrap his fingers around Eddie's wrist, feeling the steady pulse there. He falls asleep just seconds later.

send me a prompt and i'll write you a ficlet 💌

#i also wrote this listening to sweet nothing by taylor #is such a buddie song #anyway #hope you like it! #rawie🐯 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #established buddie #boyfriends #buddie #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #buddie drabble #911 fic #april writes #my writing #prompts

[the-likesofus]

color me in, make me your own

9-1-1 on Fox | buddie | 1k words | established relationship, marriage proposal, sidewalk chalks

I have spent all day feeling like I wanna vibrate out of my skin so I wrote this as a distraction. Have some soft boys in love xx

Read on AO3

The chalks were for Chris. Buck had brought them online and had them sent to Eddie’s house while they were in isolation. He had thought they might be a fun way for Chris to keep himself occupied while he was stuck at home and couldn’t go to school or hang out with any of his friends. Eddie and Buck had sat squished in next to each other on the couch watching Chris open the packet via video call and the bright grin Chris had flashed them as he excitedly babbled about all the cool things he was going to draw had been enough to ease the desperate ache in Eddie’s chest, if only briefly.

Post pandemic the chalks had been lost to the back of the cupboard as trips to the park and the zoo had taken priority. This week though, Chris has been stuck at home with the chickenpox and the chalks have served as a great distraction from the near-constant itching.

Eddie has always hated any time he and Buck end up on different shifts, especially since they started dating, but he has to admit it has worked in their favor in this case. Knowing that Buck can be at home with Chris has certainly eased Eddie’s conscience and the near-constant updates and photos Buck has been sending while Eddie he is at the firehouse have eased the pang of being away from his partner and his sick kid.

He knew to expect the chalks before he even left the station, having seen them featured in most of the pictures from that afternoon but finding Buck sat out on the footpath by himself is a surprise.

“Hey!” Buck greets him as Eddie gets out of his truck. “Chris is inside taking a nap, he finally wore himself out.”

Eddie drops his bag on the lawn and crouches to kiss Buck hello. He hums against his lips, savoring the sweet taste of his boyfriend soaked in the late afternoon sunshine.

“Rough shift?” Buck asks as Eddie finds a blank spot on the pavement to sit nearby without smearing the carefully drawn images that decorate the footpath.

“It wasn’t that bad. Mostly run-of-the-mill calls.” Eddie shrugs and reaches out a hand. Buck meets him in the middle, passing him one of the pieces of orange chalk and Eddie starts absentmindedly doodling small shapes next to his feet. “Oh, but we did have one cat-up-a-tree call, and when we go there the caller literally had about thirty or forty cats roaming around.”

“Oh, Bobby would have had a field day.” Buck laughs.

“Yeah, the place stank. Animal control had to be called. Chim had kittens stuffed into every pocket of his turnout.”

Buck passes Eddie a green chalk while he asks for the orange one in exchange. Eddie passes it to him and shuffles around to find another patch of empty concrete. The movement puts his back to Buck but he leans against his side and kisses his shoulder briefly before turning back to his work in progress.

They work in comfortable quiet for a while before Buck pipes up again and Eddie can almost guess what he’s about to ask before he even says it.

“Do you know which shelter they took them all to?” Bingo.

“No, Buck. We are not getting another cat.”

Buck turns around to grin at him in that cheeky way of his that’s one step away from puppy eyes and begging. “You said that last time.”

Eddie sighs and waves his hand dismissively. “Yeah, well. Cosmo needed a friend and Hulk was so small, I couldn’t just leave him at the shelter.”

“You mean you couldn’t say no to Chris?”

“Yeah, well you taught him that face and you know I can't say no to it. You can’t either.” Eddie sighs, His small collection of stick figures and lopsided cartoon animals look like a kindergartener drew them next to Christopher’s many detailed pieces. He adds his chalk back to Buck’s pile, stands, and brushes his palms off on his work pants, leaving smears across the thighs. “Speaking of, he’ll be awake and hungry soon so I’ll go check on him.”

He presses a kiss to the soft curls at the crown of Buck’s head—loose and gel-free, just how Eddie prefers them—and turns towards their front door only to be stopped in his tracks by the brightly colored rainbow lettering that has appeared in front of Buck, each letter carefully drawn in clear broad strokes.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Below is an image depicting three figures holding hands and two pointy-eared and long-tailed blobs that could only be Cosmo and Hulk. It is just as carefully and lovingly drawn as the words above and Eddie cannot even begin to describe the warm feeling that is bubbling up inside him.

“Ah, Christopher actually drew the picture. He said he wanted to help and that I would get it wrong.” Buck ducks his head bashfully while Eddie’s heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest.

“Buck.”

“I have a ring,” Buck adds quickly, glancing up at Eddie’s, no-doubt, stricken face. “I mean, not on me, it's inside but–”

Eddie doesn’t give him a chance to finish as he pushes Buck back against the footpath—chalk dust be damned—and seals his mouth against Buck’s firmly. He kisses him deeply and brushes his hands up Buck’s sides to fist into his t-shirt and when he pulls away he leans their foreheads together he breathes heavily, watching the way Buck’s eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones which are stained with a vibrant pink that matches the smear of chalk adorning his chin.

“Yes.” Eddie breathes out between planting a kiss to one of Buck’s cheeks and then the next. “Yes.”

Buck grins up at him, all teeth and pure joy and then they’re both laughing, and Eddie sinks down to wrap his arms around Buck’s shoulders and bury his face in his neck as he breathes him in, content to ignore nosey neighbors and passing cars as they lay plastered together on their front walk-up. Buck’s arms wrap tightly around his back and one hand finds its way into Eddie’s hair, pressing his face closer as Buck drops a kiss to the side of his head and whispers in his ear. “I love you.”

Eddie lets out a wet chuckle and mouths at Buck’s throat. “I love you too. I’m gonna marry the hell out of you.”

Buck laughs, so deep it rumbles through Eddie’s chest where they are pressed together and he cannot help but squeeze him tighter and laugh with him.

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #911 fox #911 fic #meegs writes stuff #just having one of those days #writing this helped make it better #eddie diaz #evan ‘buck’ buckley #established buddie #marriage proposal #soft boys in love

[evanbuckleyrecs]

tell him he just made my list of things to do tonight

Written by diazstruck

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: M/M

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Characters: Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Evan "Buck" Buckley

Additional Tags: Getting Together, Fluff, very little angst, First Kiss, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Eddie Goes to Therapy, Buck probably should go, sounds better than it is, No Sex, Just Descriptions, Making Out, im sorry im so bad at this, I'm Bad At Tagging, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, both!

Words: 8,006

Summary:

He needs to get over Buck. Before he does something stupid. / Frank assigns Eddie homework for therapy, a list of five things he's good at. Eddie can't think of five things, so Buck helps him. It spirals from there.

#buddie #911 #911 on abc #buddie fanfic rec #buddie fanfiction #first kiss #getting together #fluff #rated m #5 10k #pre relationship buddie #established buddie #eddie diaz gies to therapy #making out #light angst #soft evan buckley/eddie diaz

[serendipitouswasteland]

When You Started Crying, Baby I Did Too, But When the Sun Came Up I Was Looking At You (When the Sun Came Up You Were Looking At Me)

Note: This was transcribed from my AO3.

ship: buddie pov: third person written: March 11, 2022 first published: March 11, 2022 word count: 3,982 - summary: Buck and Eddie got married. Buck legally became Chris's father. Things changed. They were the same, but they changed. They weren't half anymore, they were full. Everything was full. Buck's heart was full. Eddie's heart was full. Their lives were finally full– complete.

This is that story. - A/N: I suggest listening to 'Out of the Woods' by Taylor Swift while reading this.

The wedding was beautiful. Small, consisting only of their closest friends and family (though, for Buck, his closest friends were his family), but still beautiful. Jee-yun was the flower girl. Maddie and Chimney were crying as they watched her walk down the aisle throwing the flower petals down. Eddie wore grey. His hair was fluffy. He watched as Buck walked down the aisle to him, tears welling in his eyes. How had he gotten so lucky? Buck wore an off-white. He finally decided to let out his curls. He gave Jee a big hug once he got to the altar, then hugged Maddie, who was still crying, causing his eyes to water too.

Once they were finally face to face, holding each other's hands, Buck was able to let out a deep breath.

"Hi," he said, laughing away his tears.

It elicited a small chuckle from Eddie, too, saying, "Hi."

"So, we're finally doing this," Buck said, giving Eddie's hands a small squeeze.

"Yeah. We are," Eddie responded, squeezing Buck's hands in return, giving him a sure and steady smile.

Chris was the ring-bearer. Buck will never forget Eddie's face when he found out. (He'd told Eddie that he would work out the ceremony details, he just had to make the decisions for the reception, and this was why). He watched as Eddie brought a hand up to his face to cover his mouth, his tears spilling out. He let go of one of Buck's hands, sitting high on his knees before letting go of the other to pull Chris into a big hug. When he pulled back, he gave Chris a big kiss on the forehead, pulling him into a hug once again.

Chris had ended up pulling Buck into the hug, too, so Buck was on one knee, arms around his son (they'd gone through the process of having Buck adopt him, legally making him one of his fathers, as per Christopher's request after Buck and Eddie first started dating), somehow finding the strength to pull away and continue on with the ceremony.

Then there was their rings. The same exact ones, just different sizes, their names engraved into the inside of the dark gray bands, respectively. Slipping the rings on each other's fingers nearly broke both of them as they let out the same shaky breaths followed by soft, quiet laughter shared between them. Buck's hands were shaking, Eddie's barely remaining stable enough to calm him down a little. It was even worse when they shared their vows.

Buck had a paper he'd written his out on, and as he held it you could hear the paper moving with each shake of his hands. He kept on rambling, getting off-topic and wanting tell every story relating to what he had written down. Eventually, though, he got through them, tears having fallen down both their cheeks at that point. Eddie's vows were much shorter, barely any words at all. He had already said everything when he proposed (with a Ring Pop, yes, but a ring nonetheless), so there wasn't much left. The part that made Buck want to cry again was when Eddie pulled two chains out of his pocket, placing one in Buck's hand and claiming it was to put their rings on when at work. That was what made it special.

The kiss was normal. Not a bad normal, no, but a good normal. It was familiar, comfortable. Eddie had one hand on Buck's waist, keeping them steady, him twirling his fingers through the hair at the nape of Buck's neck. Buck's hands were cupping Eddie's face, having been the one to pull him in. It was full of love and emotion, and it was followed by one very, very long hug until Buck's arms gave out on him. Eddie was the one to pull back, caressing Buck's face the same way he's always done to Chris and, since starting on their journey together, Buck, too. He took Buck's hand in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze before they walked back down the aisle, this time together.

Buck had no idea where they were going for the reception. Eddie had refused to tell him. As they got closer, he realized that they were just going home. Despite all logic and reason, everyone had managed to arrive before them. They were greeted by Hen and Karen, and when they got all the way through the door Maddie pulled Buck into yet another hug while tears streamed down her face. She examined his hands, looking at the ring intently, only making her cry harder. Hen noticed, making her cry, too. Then there was Karen hugging Eddie, the two diving immediately into a conversation about god knows what, Chimney eventually joining in, while Christopher and Denny played on their Nintendo Switches together, Jee-yun leaning over their shoulders to watch.

When he was finally able to pull away from Maddie and Hen, Buck had gone to the kitchen to grab a beer (and to escape), only for Bobby and Athena to enter a moment later. Seeing them, Buck burst into tears, setting his beer down and pulling them into a giant hug. For years, since they'd met, Bobby had treated him like a son. He's always called Bobby 'Pops', and Bobby has always called Buck 'kid'. Since they'd met, Athena has been like a mother, always shaking her head at his often recklessness, but always knowing who he truly is, more than anyone. Their love and support, having been the first ones to find out (a fault of Bobby being the fire captain), meant more to Buck than they would every possibly know. He hoped they could feel it.

Eddie had walked in at that time, in search of his own beer and escape, only for that to be absolved by a sudden concern and worry for 'Why is my husband crying in his parents arms in my kitchen?' This was heightened by the frown on Buck's face when Bobby and Athena left the kitchen to go mingle with everyone else.

"Hey. What's going on? Did something happen?" Eddie asked, going to Buck's side as he stood with his back to the sink, palms gripping the edge of the countertop behind him.

"No," Buck said as Eddie set his beer down, leaning on the counter next to Buck.

"So why are you upset?"

"I'm not– I'm not upset, it's just...why do I feel like I'm going to lose them at any minute?"

"You're not."

"No, that's what you think, but you don't know that."

"You don't know you're going to lose them either."

"I mean, I don't think I will, I just have this gut feeling that everything is about to become royally fucked."

"If that happens, then I'll be right here with you. 'For better and for worse', right? We didn't say those words today for nothing, Evan."

That wasn't the end of the conversation. They went on to talk about lots of things until someone called for a toast, necessitating their presence. It was Chimney, standing on a chair, humorous as always. It was light and funny, and then Eddie's abuela had something she wanted to say, leading into her and his tía Pepa to tell as many embarrassing stories as they could. It made Eddie flustered, yes, but it also made everyone, including him, laugh and smile. It made Buck's arm around Eddie's waist pull him closer as he tried to walk away from it all, Buck's way of saying 'I want all of you, even the embarrassing stories that your family tells any time they're given the chance', and it filled Eddie's heart so much.

Bobby had to cut in to keep the storytelling from going all night long, focusing everyone's attention on the cake that he'd made that was sitting on the kitchen counter. They moved the cake to the table, Buck's hand over Eddie's as they cut the first slice out of the cake. Eddie warned him not to, already knowing what was going through his mind, but Buck simply couldn't help himself, taking the plate and smashing it into Eddie's face. He repeatedly rushed out 'I'm sorry', but it was too late. Eddie wiped some of the frosting off, looking at his then covered hand and to Buck before he began chasing him around the house just to get back at him.

They eventually stopped in the living room, everyone watching from the doorway as Eddie slipped his clean hand around Buck's waist, pulling him close as he smeared the frosting all over his face. Buck had grimaced at the whole thing, but smiled when Eddie's face softened from one of payback to one of love, followed by him giving Buck a kiss. His hand, still having frosting on it, cupped Buck's cheek, little bits of the sweet getting into his hair, while Buck had one hand on Eddie's bicep and the other keeping him pulled in by his chin and jaw. They pulled back, smiling, giving each other one last peck before going to the kitchen to wash their hands and faces. (To this day, they're both endlessly thankful for Chimney's need to record everything. They would have hated to have nothing to remember the moment except their own memories.)

That night, leaving to go to the airport so they could start their honeymoon, Eddie nearly broke at having to tell Christopher they'd be gone for a full week. He almost asked Buck if they could bring him with them. He didn't, though, and they left. They got to the airport and were nothing but smiles, giving each other quick little kisses every chance they could. They held hands the entire plane ride, even when they fell asleep, Eddie's head resting on Buck's shoulder and Buck's head resting on top of Eddie's. They got to their hotel and spent the entire first day in a love haze, just the two of them in their hotel room, nothing less and nothing more (except for, of course, the occasional room service). The rest of the week they spent exploring Buck's hometown.

It was an untraditional destination for a honeymoon, yes, to go to your spouse's hometown, but there was a reason for it. Buck, for the longest time, had been pushing for a tropical vacation, something sunny and warm and with a beach nearby. Somewhere that you would normally go. Eddie was okay with it. He didn't really care. He wanted to go wherever Buck wanted to go, because that was all he cared about– being with Buck. Then, one night, Buck had approached Eddie in their room, climbing into bed with him before saying:

"I think our honeymoon should be to my hometown."

"What?" Eddie asked, the topic sudden.

"Yeah. I mean, I haven't been there since...since I moved out; since I left. I want to go back. I need to go back. My therapist said it would be good. It would help me to actually move on."

"Are you sure that you want to go back? If you do, then that's what we'll do. I don't mind. I just want to make sure that it's something you want to do. I want you to be sure you're ready."

"I think so. Besides, if I'm not we have two options: stay in our hotel for the rest of the week, or come home early."

They visited Buck's childhood home, staying parked in the rental car. Buck didn't want to get out. He felt safer across the street in the car with Eddie. He doesn't regret it. He got the closure he needed. He got to tell Eddie stories, good and bad, that only brought them closer. It was a good decision, because some of the memories had been long forgotten by Buck, only the sight of the house bringing them back. They drove past Buck's high school, his favorite diner, the community college he got kicked out of for spending his tuition money on a motorcycle, the place he got his motorcycle, where Maddie used to work, where Buck got his first job– they drove everywhere. It was slow going, and at some times more painful than others. Buck cried, a lot.

When they got back home to L.A., Buck felt at peace with his past and with his childhood. He felt like his life was finally starting to come together. That night, he and Eddie saying goodnight to Christopher, together, for the first time, Buck realized that it already had come together. He had everything that he'd ever wanted: a family that loves him that he loves back. His life was complete. Eddie's was, too.

Their first day back home as a married couple, they had a shift. Like every morning, Buck woke up first, kissing Eddie on the cheek before getting out of bed, and just like every morning, Eddie was actually awake and smiling to himself (something that would continue for the rest of their lives, and Buck would never find out, but it was always Eddie's favorite part of the morning). Buck made breakfast while Eddie got ready, then he left to do the same while Eddie got Christopher up for the day. Even though it was the summer, he wanted to make sure Chris got up every morning and had fun outside of the house (at least on the days he and Buck were working).

Carla arrived just before Buck and Eddie left the house. She had spent the entire week at their house, and they'd paid her well, but they still felt bad that she had less than a full twenty-four hours to herself before having to come back over. They made sure to leave her a bottle of her favorite wine above the fridge, a note on the front of the freezer to go with. Then, they were off.

Buck got in his jeep, Eddie got in his truck, and, without breaking any traffic laws, they raced to the firehouse. When they got there, they were greeted by a "welcome home committee", consisting of Hen, Chim, Ravi, and Bobby, a banner hanging from the railing saying "welcome home, newlyweds". Then, the bell rang and they had to go on a call. It was nerve-wracking, almost. Some of the tamest calls they'd gone on, one of them had almost died– sometimes not even on a call. They loved their job, and neither of them, especially Buck, was willing to give that up. So they got in the fire engine and they sat across from each other, eyes locked on each other the whole time. They answered questions from their friends, but the second the engine stopped, they reached across and held hands, taking their rings on their necklaces and kissing them before tucking them into their uniforms. That's what they would do for every day to come.

The call ended up not being anything too serious, just an older woman who had fallen and was unable to get up on her own. Buck had stood back and watched as Eddie and Chim made sure she was okay before helping her up, then handing her off to Hen. She didn't have a bump, scratch, or bruise on her. She did, however, notice Buck playing with the chain, and how he kept sliding the ring back and forth. She'd said 'it's new', like it was a well-known fact amongst the world. Then, Eddie, without realizing the context, had begun to do the same thing. The old woman smiled, winking at them as Hen helped her to her couch, checking to make sure she was okay one last time before they got back in the engine and left.

At the end of the week, they decided it would be fun to have a family movie night. They were all wearing pajamas, and Eddie sat down on the left side of the couch, putting on Avengers, the same movie they always watch. Christopher came in with the a blanket, sitting in the middle of the couch, and Buck came in with the popcorn, setting the bowl in Chris's lap. They laughed a lot, and they fell asleep like that, the three of them cuddled on the couch, like a family. Because, officially, that's what they were. A family.

Every Friday that followed, unless Buck and Eddie had to work, the Buckley-Diaz family sat down in their pjs with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn to watch a movie. Sometimes they watched movies they've already seen, and others they would watch a new one that had just been released on DVD after being in the theaters. Most of the time, though, they would continue on with each of the Marvel movies, MCU and otherwise. Most of the time Christopher would be sitting in the middle, but sometimes he was on the right side leaning on Eddie, who was leaning on Buck, or he would be leaning on Buck who was leaning on Eddie. Every time, they would fall asleep there, dealing with the bowl of popcorn when they woke up.

From there, once a month they would have dinner with Maddie, Chim, Jee-yun, Bobby, May, and Athena. Chris enjoyed having a younger cousin, and he enjoyed having an aunt that was still young, and even though Eddie's has his sisters and his sisters have kids, Chris was able to see Jee and May more often, and that's what made it so special. When Eddie thought about what he'd always wanted for Christopher, he realized that, from the moment he met Buck, he never had anything to worry about. He realized that, no matter what, he was right about what he thought with knowing Buck for barely more than a year– that no one would ever fight for his– now their– son as hard as him. 'That's what I want for him.'

Their first Christmas as a married couple, and as a couple living together, Chris woke them up first thing in the morning, bright and early, before the sun had even come up yet. The following year they had to work on Christmas, but they came home to find that Chris had stayed up until they got home. Both years, all he wanted was to open their gifts and have dinner as a family. Every year after that, it was the same. There was, though, the third Christmas. Christopher was fourteen then when he finally asked a question he'd been wanting to know for...well, ever.

"Am I ever going to have a sister?" He asked as they were having their mini feast. It caught Buck and Eddie off-guard, but the conversation wasn't shut down.

"Well, we haven't really talked about it," Buck said, but Eddie already knew how his husband felt about it.

"You've always wanted a kid."

"Well, yeah, but I have Chris."

"Let me rephrase that: you've always wanted a baby," Eddie said, taking Buck's hand.

"Y– yeah, I have, but—"

"No."

"No?"

"No. No shutting down your wishes and wants just because of what you have. Buck, I've talked to Maddie; many times. Every time I mention how much you or Chris loves Jee, she mentions how you've always wanted a daughter. A baby daughter. I don't want to keep you from having that."

"What– what are you saying?" Buck said, almost pulling his hand away from Eddie's before Eddie clasped both his hands around Buck's.

"I want to give you what you want."

"Eddie, you've already done it, though. You've lived it. I'm not making you start over."

"You're right. I already have lived it. I still am living it, right now, with Chris, and with you. I already have what I've always wanted. Now all I want is for my two boys– my son and my husband– to have what they want, and if that means bringing a baby girl into this family, then that's what we're going to do."

So they did. They adopted a little girl. Aniyah. Then, two years after that, when Chris started looking at colleges, was when Buck and Eddie sat down and started talking again. They talked for a long time before deciding that they wanted Aniyah (and Chris) to have another sister. So they adopted another little girl. Riley. They were best friends. Still are. Chris loved them with his entire being. Still does. Their family only became more complete.

The most important parts, though, for both Buck and Eddie, were the same. Not just the same as each other, but the same as they were before. Before they got married, before they got engaged, before they started dating, before they even began to entertain the idea that they could ever be more than friends. The things that had been the foundation of who they are in relation to each other. Them being their utterly idiotic selves, joking around and being confused together, all the time, always, and helping each other through the harder parts of the day and through the rougher calls that they had, leaning on each other for support. The simply being who they are, only now with the added comfort and security that comes from being married and knowing the person you're in love with is in love with you too.

As the years went on, things stayed that way. Things were always that way, and always would be. Even as Chris went off to college, things were still that way. Even as Aniyah and Riley graduated and went into work, things were still that way. Even after they went to May's wedding, things were still that way. Even as they attended Athena's funeral, things were still that way. Even as they attended Bobby's funeral, they were still that way. Even as they watched each other nearly die time after time after time again, they were still that way.

Even after they went to Denny's wedding, they were still that way. Even after they went to Christopher's wedding, they were still that way. Even as they attended Chimney's funeral, they were still that way. Even after they walked Jee-Yun down the aisle in Chimney's honor, just as Maddie and Jee had asked, they were still that way. Even after they walked their own daughters down the aisle, they were still that way. Even as Eddie developed lung cancer and had to retire, Buck doing the same because he vowed to be there for Eddie on their wedding day 'in sickness and in health', things were still that way. Even as Eddie was in remission, things were still that way.

Even as they were out on a date and there was a shooting, and Eddie got shot, again, and Buck felt Eddie's heart stop beneath him, things were still that way. Even after Buck got someone to put pressure on the wound while he did CPR, things were still that way. Even as Buck had to be pulled away from Eddie's dead body, things were still that way. Even as Buck developed Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy, more commonly known as Broken Heart Syndrome, things were still that way. Even after his broken heart killed him, things were still that way. Nothing ever changed who Buck and Eddie are. Not even death. Nothing ever could, because they're Buck and Eddie, and even in death, that's who they'll be.

#buddie #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #eddie diaz #married buddie #established buddie #married life #christopher diaz has two dads

[prettyboybuckley]

this could be a lot of fun (so break the awkward, come undone) by prettyboybuckley

4.9k | 1/1 | Explicit | Chose Not To Use Warnings | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Lucy Donato

Summary:

"I- Uhm. Feel free to punch me in the face for this, but Buck and I, we…"

There is a pause and Lucy can feel her heart beating a little faster as she waits for Eddie to finish his sentence. She raises an eyebrow at him, encouraging him to continue. 

"Have you ever had a threesome?"

Her brain scratches to a halt and Eddie, to his credit, manages to keep a straight face after his question.

OR: Lucy gets a proposition and she ends up taking the boys up on it

Read on ao3

#buddielucy #buddie #911fic #lucy donato #eddie diaz #evan buckley #usermorgue #tuserjw #holdmygum #tuserksn #userisha #gary writes fic #911 fic #established buddie

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

*at Eddie's, the alarm goes off*

Buck: C'mon, baby, we gotta get up.

Eddie: I'll give you ten bucks for another ten minutes.

Buck: Not a chance.

Eddie: Five bucks for five minutes?

Buck: Nope.

Eddie: If I give you a dollar, will you smother me with a pillow?

Buck: *kisses him* Maybe later, right now we're due on shift.

#911 fox #911 abc #buddie #911 buddie #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect buddie quotes #meme humor #incorrect 911 quotes #911 incorrect quotes #911 incorrect Buddie quotes #they're in love your honor #established buddie #established relationship #incorrect m*a*s*h quotes

[smilingbuckley]

Eddie Diaz vs the cat straight out of hell

Buddie, 2923 words, rated T for language and hints to sex

Cat owners Buddie, married Buddie, crack/fluff

Buck convinces Eddie to take home a cat they rescued on a call. Buck and Christopher immediately fall in love with her, but Eddie is convinced she is a demon from hell..

(Or: 5 times Eddie hates the cat Buck brought home + one time she's not really that bad.)

--

Eddie narrows his eyes at Buck, “You don’t want me to go inside.”

He goes off his checklist. Valentine’s day is over, father’s day is in June, Eddie’s birthday is September… there’s no reason to hide something good inside.

Which means…

Eddie opens the door. Buck protests weakly but knows he can’t stop him. Eddie stops in his tracks as he takes in their living room.

Or, rather, what’s left of it.

“What. The. Hell.”

“Swear jar!” Christopher pipes up. Eddie turns around to look at him, to see his son is holding a broom. His eyes widen and he quickly drops it, “this is my cue to… go.”

#buddie #911 #buddie fanfiction #911 fanfic #ao3 #evan buckley #911 on fox #eddie diaz #buddie ao3 #buddie fanfic #established buddie #married buddie #fluff #cats

[a-little-of-this]

Hey I’m new to the #911 fandom and Tumblr in general (although I’m kinda also returning from the Klaine days). Can anyone help a sister out? I’m loving all the love declarations and first kisses, but I find myself craving some established Buddie. Are there any good fic masterlists? Or I’ll just take some fic recs!

#buddie 911 #buddie #fanfic #masterlist #rec request #established buddie #newbie #911 fic #911

[sivan325]

The Stuff Heroes Are Made Of - Complete

This fic was created for @911reversebang.

Title: The Stuff Heroes Are Made Of 4/4 Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: Buddie Chapters/Length: 4/4 I 5973 words Rating/Warnings: M. TW for mental health - Suicide Attempt by gun, gun violence, Hospitalization, Adoption, PTSD

Brief Summary: Eddie figured that maybe they wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore, after he tried to kill himself again, but was instead taken by the EMTs to the hospital.

The next morning, Eddie found himself in the room alone, which confirmed his fears that maybe Buck and Christopher were better off without him.

This fic was inspired by AShortWalkToDelinquency artwork, go check their account, they have fabulous artworks.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

#911 #911 fic #buck x eddie #911 reverse bang #story completed #chapter 4 of 4 #m rating #angst with happy ending #established buddie

[221bsunsettowers]

Buck/Eddie: I’m Underneath the Undertow, Come Dry Me Off and Hold me Close

This is the third story in the “Good News on My TV Screen” series, where Buck is a news reporter and Eddie is a firefighter. In this one, Buck is swept away by the tsunami while reporting at the pier, and Eddie sees it all happen live on the news. 

This can also be read on Ao3

(Thank you so much to everyone for bearing with me on my lack of writing-my writer’s block has been reeallly bad, plus there has been some major decision making happening in real life.)

"We're watching the news again, huh?" Hen teased, sitting down on the couch by Eddie, who had the remote in hand, eyes glued to the screen. Eddie nodded, blushing slightly as he kept a tight grip on the remote. "Don't worry, we won't make you change the channel. We're all pretty fond of your boy too."

"Loverboy o'clock?" Chimney asked, nudging Eddie in the side as he joined him and Hen on the couch.

"You should talk," Eddie goodnaturedly bantered back, gesturing at Chimney's phone. "How many times have you texted Buck's sister since you got here this morning?"

"Oh look, Buck's on," Chimney said quickly, and Eddie's attention was immediately completely on the television screen, a smile already growing across his face.

"Buck's been so excited for this," Eddie said, unable to take his eyes off the way the sun hitting the water reflected off to illuminate Buck's smiling face.

"We've noticed," Bobby called out fondly, striding over and resting his arms on the back of the couch. When Buck hadn't been bouncing around with happiness at Eddie's house, he had been excitedly exclaiming to everyone at the firehouse how glad he was he got to cover Opening Day of the First Annual Play at the Pier Festival.

Eddie quickly shushed the group as Buck opened his mouth and began to speak. "Hello, I'm Evan Buckley, and I'm here on a beautiful day at the First Annual Play at the Pier Fe-"

  Buck broke off at the same time Eddie leapt at the screen, as if he could reach through and pull Buck to safety. Buck must have seen something in his cameraman's eyes, because he turned, spied the receded water, and screamed "Run!". The cameraman dropped his camera onto the sand, and then the tsunami was on it, swirling the camera around until it broke and the screen went black.

Eddie felt like his brain was stuck on repeat, just BuckBuckBuckBuckBuck , his hand pressing against the empty television screen. He knew he had collapsed to his knees, knew Hen and Chimney and Bobby were all around him, hands on him in support, but all Eddie could feel was his heart shattering.

The bells shrilled and Eddie leapt to his feet, staggering towards the truck. He imagined trucks all over the city racing towards the tsunami site, willed all of them to find Buck safe and sound, as he threw himself into the seat and yanked out his phone. Dialing Buck's number, Eddie choked out "Fuck," as he shook his head in response to the others' hopeful glances.

Hitting redial over and over got him the same response every time, and suddenly he hit another number, fingers clenching at his turncoat. "Carla, Chris can't watch TV tonight, I know he always watches when Buck's reporting, but he can't," Eddie stammered out. "Do whatever you have to do, pull the power cord, cut off the cable, but please Carla, he can't see." Carla's reassuring voice, words indescernible, came over the line, and Eddie blinked back tears. "Thank you Carla, I'll let you know as soon as I know."

"We won't give up on him," Hen assured him, resting a hand on his shoulder from the seat next to him.

"We love that kid too," Chim added, "we won't let him down."

"Cap, what if he-" Eddie stifled a sob into the heel of his hand.

"Then we bring him home," Bobby said softly, and Eddie nodded, choking tears muffled into the sleeve of his turncoat.

****

Buck breached the surface of the water, gasping in a deep breath as he blinked water from his eyes, trying to find a stationary point admist the swirling chaos. Spotting a board, Buck grabbed onto it to give himself some support, treading water as he worked to stay in one place. Blinking what he knew to be blood out of his eyes, he quickly took in his surroundings before the water swept him away again.

When he next surfaced, it was to spot a moored firetruck a few feet away, stuck in the water and newly formed mud. There were already a few people on top, but plenty more space, and Buck winced as he swam towards it, refusing to let a painful gash across his stomach override his survival instinct.

Reaching the firetruck, Buck grabbed gratefully at the outstretched hands, using them, his sturdy muscles, and his feet to haul himself up. Upon reaching the top, he rolled gratefully onto his back, taking in deep breaths, flinching as each inhale caused his wounded stomach to rise. There was suddenly a shirt in Buck's hands and he nodded gratefully, pushing it against the gash, biting his lip not to cry out in pain.

"Thank you," Buck gasped out, working to steady his breathing. "I'm Buck."

"I recognized you from the news," the man who had given him the shirt admitted, offering up a small smile. His face was scratched, as were the hands he used to gesture. "I'm Bryan, this is my wife Tracy. Over there we have Peter and Kelly, and their daughter Annabelle." Buck nodded towards everyone, offering Annabelle a smile that she timidly returned. "Are you okay?"

"If I had the supplies, I could sew it up myself," Buck answered, raising the shirt to look again at the wound. "Navy Seals," he added in response to the stares he got. "But my boyfriend is a firefighter with a medic background. He'll find us." Coughing, he flinched, pressing the shirt against his stomach again. Catching Annabelle's wide-eyed stare, he smiled at her, his tone reassuring. "He won't give up. And we won't either."

***

Eddie stared at the carnage out the truck window. Even from a distance, he could tell the destruction the tsunami had ravaged. He'd lost count of how many bodies had floated by as they'd readied themselves for their rescue mission.

But he knew none of them were Buck.

"Alright, we're going to be pairing up in boats," Bobby's voice rang out from next to Eddie. "Search for survivors, triage what you can, get them back to dry land where we can get them to the nearest hospitals. Diaz, you're with me."

Nodding gratefully, Eddie climbed into the boat, taking the medical equipment from Bobby as the Captain climbed in as well. As soon as they were quickly settled, the boat took off, Eddie's eyes constantly searching from one side to the other.

Bile rose in the back of his throat as he spotted the floating body passing by, a man facedown dressed in a simple white t-shirt and jeans. But just as quickly Eddie realized the man was far too short and skinny to be his boyfriend. Eddie knew Buck's body better than he knew his own. Pressing the back of his hand to his mouth, Eddie swallowed thickly, closing his eyes for just a second before opening them again.

"You okay there?" Bobby asked in concern, squeezing Eddie's shoulder.

"I will be, as soon as we find Buck," Eddie answered, wiping his mouth before turning back to the task at hand.

***

Buck glanced over at his now-companions. He could see Annabelle in her mother's arms, tears streaking her cheeks as her parents tried to distract her from the carnage around her. "What are your favorite things, Annabelle?" Buck asked, forcing a cheerful smile across his face, even as the gash across his stomach throbbed.

"Princesses and space," she croaked out through her tears.

"Well that's very lucky, because I've interviewed princesses, and my friend Christopher has taught me a lot about space," Buck answered, and he could instantly see the excitement in Annabelle's eyes as her mother brought her closer to Buck.

"Really?" Annabelle asked, a small smile growing across her face.

"Really," Buck assured her. "The princesses were all very nice, and space is the coolest."

"I really like the Milky Way the most," Annabelle told him.

"Chris loves the Milky Way too, we actually made as much of it as we could fit in glow in the dark stars on his bedroom ceiling," Buck told her. "We had to scale it down, of course, but it still turned out really cool."

"Could we do that too?" Annabelle asked her mom and dad eagerly, and they offered Buck watery smiles of thanks as they discussed just what they would need. Buck smiled back, then settled back against the truck's ladder, pressing against his wound and waiting for Eddie.

And then as if Buck had summoned him by sheer love and longing, the sound of a boat approaching hit their ears, and Eddie was right there. "Buck!" Eddie yelled, scrambling out of the boat before it had even come to a full stop, grabbing for Buck and pulling him close, clutching him tight enough that when Eddie pulled away, there was matching blood on his shirt. "Buck?" The joy on Eddie's face quickly dropped to horror, as his eyes fell on the blood, and inevitably to Buck's stomach.

"Baby, hey," Buck murmured," cupping Eddie's cheek, drawing his attention back to Buck's face. "You and I both know that I just need this flushed out, some stitches, and it probably won't even scar. I'll be fine." He leaned in for a kiss and Eddie immediately deepened it, hands clasping Buck's, holding on tightly as he took in the air Buck was really, truly breathing.

"Sweetheart," Eddie murmured, dusting light kisses across Buck's nose and cheeks before pulling him into another hug, careful of his wound. "I love you so much, and you are absolutely lettting me look at that gash in the boat, and as soon as we get to the triage center."

"I love you too, and I won't argue with that," Buck agreed, and Eddie raised his eyebrow, causing Buck to start laughing. "I promise! No arguments."

Gaze softening, Eddie took Buck's hands in his and raised them to his lips, kissing each knuckle, as Bobby helped Annabelle and her parents into another boat that had just pulled up. "It's been a terrible day, baby, and I just want to take care of you. I need to make sure you're okay."

"This day has royally sucked," Buck nodded, body sagging with exhaustion into Eddie's waiting arms. Scooping him up gently, Eddie lowered him into the boat, immediately following him, Buck's head falling onto Eddie's shoulder, Eddie pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I've got you now," followed Buck into slumber.

When he next woke up, it was to the tug of an IV, the beeping of monitors, and the reassuring pressure of Eddie's head on the hospital mattress. Buck could feel the tug that indicated the hospital gown covered up a row of stitches and that the IV covered any  pain. Raising his hand, Buck lightly stroked his fingers through Eddie's hair, elicting a contented sigh from Eddie's lips as he moved his face on the mattress, nuzzling closer to Buck's touch.

"Hi baby," Buck said softly, continuing his ministrations. Then he chuckled, lightly tapping Eddie's cheek, grinning as Eddie's eyes opened. "This is Evan Buckley, reporting alive from the hospital."

The grin quickly dropped off Buck's face as he saw the tears forming in Eddie's eyes, the way Eddie clutched Buck's hand so tight it almost hurt. "Eds, I'm sorry I woke you up, I just knew if it was me in your place, I'd want to know right away when you were awake, but I should have let you sleep," Buck babbled, his words quickly cut off by Eddie's lips on his. Eddie tasted salty, and his body was shaking, and Buck clung on like a lifeline.

"I saw it happen," Eddie choked out, burying his face in Buck's shoulder. "We were watching the news and I saw you get swept away, and I thought-" He broke off, shook his head, and climbed carefully into the hospital bed, nestling into Buck's uninjured side. "I thought things I never ever want to think again."

"I'm okay, sweetheart, I promise," Buck assured him, bringing his head to rest on Eddie's. "You saved me, just like I knew you would. I'll be back reporting on goat yoga and the newest frozen yogurt shop in no time, thanks to you."

"Great, you'll have Chris wanting a pet goat then," Eddie teased back hoarsely. He chuckled, and Buck laughed back, squeezing Eddie's hand. "No mention of that when he arrives please. He's making a picture for his Buck to help you feel better after getting hurt at work. We can tell him more when he gets here. I made sure he didn't see the news."

"Thank you so much for doing that," Buck whispered, and Eddie nodded, sliding up the bed enough to find Buck's mouth with his own.

"I've got your back," Eddie promised, pulling back just enough for Buck to hear him.

"And I've got yours," Buck promised right back, leaning into the kiss.

"Evan Buckley, reporting alive," Eddie echoed, wiping a tear from his eye as he grinned at Buck.

"Damn right," Buck grinned back, and he and Eddie kissed until the nurse came in to scold them for affecting the heart monitors.

#good news on my tv screen #newsreporter!buck #buck is a reporter #eddie is a firefighter #tsunami au #au #alternate universe #canon divergence #buddie #eddie diaz #buck #evan buck buckely #evan buckley #buck/eddie #eddie x buck #established buddie #angst with a happy ending #buck and eddie need hugs #worried eddie #hurt buck #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #221Bwrites #221Bsunsettowerswrites