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Buddie | Spanking/Pre-Bi Realization | E

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Buck has always known Eddie has a nice ass, and he is secure enough in his sexuality to let him know as such. It’s no big deal… Until it is.

The problem is, Buck broke the touch barrier. Before, Eddie’s ass existed in his reality as much as a mirage exists in the desert—something to observe at a distance with wonder. He could only dream about what it would be like to kneel at its shore and drink from its waters, but who wouldn’t? He’s thirsty as hell! But then, Buck actually managed to reach it and discovered it isn’t a mirage, it’s an oasis, and now he’s just supposed to move on?

truth serum | getting together | 7k | E

"Yours. Always yours," Eddie answers, sinking back against the headrest, face kissed gold by the morning light. He angles Buck a sidelong look, then adds a considerate, “unless you’d rather not. If you’re tired—”

“No, no,” Buck cuts in quickly, pinking at Eddie’s clear preference. “I’ll make us something. I like cooking for you.”

Eddie hums, pleased, and turns back to the sun. His lashes slide shut, languid as a cat stretched across sun-warmed concrete. “I like when you do, too.”

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Eddie smiles. “Hey, bud. How was your big date last night?”

This, he knows how to talk about. Buck likes knitting now. “Did you know knitting is older than recorded history?” he asks.

“Tell me about it.” Eddie steps aside so Buck can step in. Friendly of him. But then he tries to take Buck’s tote bag.

Buck yanks it away and presses it to his chest.

“Okay there, Fort Knox?” Eddie asks.

“I have cookies,” Buck says. Still clutching his tote bag tightly.

“Pretty sure you only have crumbs now.”

That… might be true. Buck peeks in the bag. He’s good. Mildly squished cookies atop three tank tops, none the worse for wear.

“Bathroom,” he tells Eddie. He doesn’t have the time to be polite. He needs to dispose of the shirts before Eddie looks in the bag. Buck let himself down here. He should’ve been prepared for the way Eddie always goes right for the food.

“You know where it is.” Eddie reaches for the bag again. “Let me put that in the kitchen for you.” 

Buck dodges, spinning away so Eddie’s hand glances off his shoulder. “I’ll take it.”

“You’re taking cookies to the bathroom.”

“It’s none of your business where I take my cookies.”

“It is when it’s my bathroom.”

“I’ll keep them in the bag.”

Eddie doesn’t try to stop Buck again, so he scurries down the hallway. This is not going to plan. He should’ve put one of his own sweatshirts in the bag between the cookies and the tank tops, but he wasn’t thinking. None of this was planned. He saw the sale while he was out buying a new pair of shorts to jog in, since his last pair had an unfortunate run in with a fence that left him clutching them up to protect his modesty the whole two and a half miles home, and then he blacked out and owned three tank tops in his best friend’s size and zero new pairs of shorts. He’d already planned to bake the cookies, trying out a new recipe with even more protein, so he tossed them together while the shirts were in the wash. And now here he is, bypassing Eddie’s bathroom to stroll into his bedroom.

Hello! I know it's been a while since I shared anything. I took a bit of a writing break and then started poking away at a longer post-S9 fic in May. Thanks to all those who've included me in their WIP posts/games/tags. <3 I'll get you back soon!

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“I get that it’s been—” Chimney checks his watch, “—a whole fourteen hours since we last saw each other, but I kinda thought when you moved to B-Shift, we’d all get to miss each other a little. You know… absence, hearts growing fonder, all that jazz.”

Buck sets the Pyrex dish on the counter and peels the foil back from one corner. “Har, har.”

“Not that I’m going to stop you from bringing dessert. Carlson’s baking leaves something to be desired.”

“Real nice, Cap,” Carlson calls from the couch.

“I’m just sayin’. Ooh, are those blondies?”

Shooing Chimney off with one hand, Buck pulls a knife from the block with the other and starts cutting the cake into neat squares. “Where’s Eddie?”

“Oh, I get it. You’re just here to see the hubs.”

“Please don’t call him that.”

“Diaz!” Chimney hollers. He’s wearing one of those shit-eating grins that means the teasing is only getting started. “Your man’s here for you and he brought baked goods.”

Buck pointedly refuses to look up as he finishes portioning out the blondies. He hears Eddie coming anyway—which, is it weird that he knows the sound of his walk? The specific rhythm of it, the way his left foot scuffs the ground just before he picks it up again? Buck knows a lot of things about Eddie—

“Oh shit, blondies.” Eddie appears at his side.

—like his favorite treats, for one.

“Ralphs had a sale on Ghirardelli chocolate this morning,” Buck says, a bit lamely.

“Aww, that’s sweet.” Hen weasels around Eddie to get a look at the tray. Buck’s glad—for real now that he’s gotten over his jealousy—that the two of them fit so well as partners. Even if part of him desperately misses A-Shift and envies how easy they have it, working together as a tight-knit unit. A family.

“How was daycare drop-off this morning?” Eddie asks through a mouthful of blondie. He tongues at a crumb on his upper lip—Eddie has eating habits that would be gross on literally anyone else, but somehow he makes them work.

Buck looks away. “Better than yesterday.”

This isn’t setting the bar very high, given that Theo had latched onto his leg like a koala the day before, and it had taken three daycare workers to pry him off. Buck had felt like an abhorrent monster crossing the parking lot back to his truck, the sound of Theo’s wailing haunting him right up until three o’clock, when he’d gone back for pickup and found the kid completely engrossed in burying his classmate’s feet under a mountain of sand in the sandbox.

“It’ll get easier.” Hen pats at his arm. “Transitions are always hard on them. Harder on the parents, usually.”

The word “parent” makes Buck squirm. “Yeah.”

He can feel Eddie’s gaze on him, but he chooses to ignore it, fiddling with the tinfoil instead and trying to bury the uneasy feeling in his chest. It’s not like he’s never come to the station during A-Shift while off the roster: the summer after the truck bombing, pins still fresh in his leg. Random Kelly days he should’ve spent at home but somehow always found a reason to end up here. The leave of absence he just took.

Week Three: One-Shots

Sometimes all it takes is one chapter to tell a story. This week's recs celebrate one shots that tell unforgettable stories in a single sitting.

37 fic recs under the cut:

Tagged by @bucksgreyhairs: Post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people whomever doesn't matter.

Since the moment he started to look for his own place, Buck hasn’t shut up about his home gym. - Give Me A Spot? Buddie, E, 2.5K

“Fuck!” - The Sweetest Medicine, Buddie, T, 3.6K

The neighborhood is peaceful, with barely any other cars out on the road this late at night. - Home, as gen as a Mother's Boy coda can be, G, 1.3K

They can’t control the air conditioning in their motel room. - Liminal, Buddie, E, 7.3K

“You can keep it.” - Fees and Favors, Going Once, Going Twice coda, G, sub 1K

“Oh, fuck.” - Two Percent Failure Rate, Buddie, E, 1.4K

There’s a crash outside. - Bucks Can't Dance, Fighting Back missing scene, G, 1.9K

“I’d say seven out of ten?” - Sometimes You Just Gotta, Buddie, E, 18K

“You’re in luck, Buckley. Your Friday night is officially free.” - I'll Pyroclastic Your Flow, Buddie, T for Teen, 5.6K

One of the first things Carla does is kick Eddie out of his own house. - Buckaroo, Buddie, G, 3.6K

Rules: Post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people. Thanks for the tag @itcanbepalped

Buck sits alone at a bar in Austin, halfway to miserable. | beautiful stranger — different first meeting, rated E, 5k

Eddie smiles at the concierge as he walks through the lobby, trying to keep a normal pace on his way to the elevators. | when in nashville — coda, rated E, 3k

It’s early. Buck has two coffees from that diner Eddie really likes in his hand. He grips them, trying to find comfort from the radiating heat as he waits for A-shift to start filtering out of the firehouse. | tooth and nail — fight club era, rated E, 5k

The crowd is denser than when they first got here, the music is loud, and Eddie feels old. | open secret — coda, rated E, 5k

There is a reason Eddie should fight it when the void starts reeling him in again, even if he can't pinpoint exactly what it is. | retrograde — amnesia, rated E, 21k

“Okay, seriously. Are you okay?” Eddie asks when Buck returns from his kitchen with their next round, still favoring his bad leg. | hot stuff — hot tub sex, rated E, 4k

Buck comes upon it first. | glow — sex pollen from space, rated E, 3k

Buck is looming over his kitchen island like a dark cloud, staring down a box with a beer in his hand, when Eddie lets himself into the loft after his knock goes unanswered. | pandora’s box — rated E, 20k

‘All right, cowboy. Go get ‘em.’ His last words to Buck ring in his ears as he floats in a daze. | sweet heat lightning — coma ghost sex, rated E, 3k

Eddie drifts back into consciousness, syrupy and warm, smacking his lips together. | somewhere on the thoroughfare — exhibitionism, rated E, 4K

laughing at myself for even bothering to label the rating BECAUSE ALL I WRITE IS SMUT SORRY JESUS

eddie + being really straight. 6/?

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writing has been going so fucking slowwww so slow. but i'm trying you guys 😭 some more from my one and only wip

Buck’s voice rings out from the couch. “I don’t – listen, like I told you and Ravi, the – wait, is Chris here?” “No, he’s at a sleepover,” Eddie calls over his shoulder, uncapping their drinks. “Okay, alright, so, like I told you guys, they were fun and the...the sex was really...ugh, god.” Buck is practically whining, and Eddie has to take a beat in front of the sink to close his eyes and breathe. His wires are getting crossed; he’s worked up, he was edged against his will and they’re talking about getting laid, so it’s natural that Buck’s tone would stir something in him. He rolls his shoulders, fruitlessly tries to will his blood to go anywhere but south, and joins Buck back in the living room. Buck takes the beer from Eddie’s extended hand. “It’s very tempting. But I can’t, I shouldn’t.” Eddie sits down with more momentum than intended and the toy drags against his prostate. He digs his nails into his palm to rein in the sound threatening to escape him as he shifts in his seat, readjusting his hips until the pressure relents enough to restore some of his brain function. He chances an anxious glance to his side, but Buck is focused on frowning at the bottle in his hand. The cool glass wets the line of Eddie's bottom lip as he takes a slow sip of his beer, eyeing Buck carefully. “So, you’re using me as your cooler.”

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rated e | 9k | buddie | tipsy bar blowjobs, crop top eddie

For what it's worth, Buck's blaming May for this. Completely and whole-heartedly. It's her fault for throwing her end-of-the-semester party at the country western bar that opened a few months ago that she's been dying to go to, and it's her fault that she practically begged everyone to dress in theme. It's her fault that Buck outed himself (again) and his fruitless, long-term, definitely unrequited crush on Eddie at Bachelor-turned-Love Island night last week, and it's especially her fault that Buck's learning—for the first time—what his best friend looks like in... Whatever. … Okay, so maybe none of that is actually her fault. Maybe it's mostly Buck's fault. Maybe he felt safe with May, talking about this bottle of feelings that's been shaken so many times he's surprised it hasn't exploded already. Maybe she loves him in spite of it. Maybe because of it. And hey, maybe Eddie's just being a good friend, showing up to support May. In his boots and— Buck sighs, long and deep, determinedly looking back at the bar and the beers on tap. The round, oblong, and frankly far-too-phallic-for-Buck's-fragile-mental-state beer pulls stare back at him. He can feel Eddie approach from behind him, like he's got on a pair of jangly spurs that only Buck can hear, but it's more likely to be because Eddie'd have to pass the bar to get to the table where May is cheering Eddie! Eddieeeeeeeeeeeee! really, really loudly. He's pretty sure the spurs aren't real, but the distinct clack of cowboy boots are, getting louder as Eddie gets closer, and Buck, for reasons he will not be disclosing, is pressing his fingertips into the bar top with hydrolic intensity. In fact, as Eddie slides up next to him, Buck's pretty sure he can hear the wood of the bar crack beneath his hands. "Hey," Eddie says, knocking his hip into Buck's, setting off little rockets in his blood, "grab me something?" Buck mumbles, "Sure thing," before Eddie knocks his hip again and moves away. By the time the spurs stop jingling, Buck takes a glance down at the bar top. No holes or cracks in sight. How about that?

Video from Ryan and Oliver’s panel.

911, Buck/Eddie, E, 2.5k

“Okay, a minute rest, then one more set,” Buck pants as Eddie helps him rack the bar. He stays lying supine, arms up above his head, chest still heaving as he catches his breath. And Eddie completely loses it. Or becomes possessed. Or any number of other impossible things that would lead to him suddenly straddling the bench, and, more importantly, Buck. “Uh.” Buck looks up at him, brow crinkled in confusion. “What’s up?”

AO3 tags: tit fucking, wet and messy, working out as described by someone who does not work out