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rating: G

words: 7.4k

summary: Buck mentions he always wanted his family to wear matching Christmas sweaters, but never got it - Eddie takes matters into his own hands.

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“I mean, that too, I- I never got this, and I always wished- but not just that.” another shake of his head. “I mean, the sweaters.” he mutters under his breath. “Christmas sweaters?” Eddie asks, not sure if he heard right, just because of how quiet Buck said it. “I know, it’s dumb. I just always imagined sitting around in matching sweaters, as a family, taking pictures, looking like we belong together, like I- like I belong.” he adds, turning his head away, so Eddie can’t see his face. Eddie finally reaches his arm further, placing his hand on Buck's shoulder. “They couldn’t even give you matching Christmas sweaters?” he asks incredulously, fighting not to raise his voice.

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Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz | Teen and Up | 12K

He wants to tell Eddie everything, he wants to tell him that he’s struggling, that he can’t sleep without being plagued with nightmare after nightmare. He wants to tell him that the worst ones are when Eddie’s lying on the road reaching out towards him and he’s just stuck watching, when he can taste Eddie’s blood on his tongue, feel it splattered across his face. He wants to tell him that when he wakes up the blood is still there, so he throws up in the toilet until the taste of copper is forced out of his mouth and he washes his face 10 times until he’s sure there’s not a drop of blood left.

He just wants to tell him a random fact that he found out at 3 am when he went down the rabbit hole starting with the world's tallest skyscrapers and ending with the knowledge that most elevator close door buttons don’t actually work. But now he looks at Eddie and he just can’t help but think that he’s being a burden, that Eddie got shot and shouldn’t have to deal with him too.

So instead, he runs.

(Or Buck has years of unresolved trauma and can't sleep, so he tries to literally outrun his demons instead. Luckily Eddie is there to pick up the pieces when he finally breaks.)

Or the fic also known as "Buck running fic" is finally here!!!

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This week my brain concentrates on this secret angst fic I can't stop writing in the 🚌 :

Eddie feels like his own heart breaks before he says the words, burning his insides before he says them. He knows it's a bullet for both their hearts they might never recover from, but when they are out it looks like something more murderous. Like a tsunami that kills and breaks everyone and everything with its power, a tsunami that they both barely survived. Or the wildfire, destroying every little thing that can burn. They both are destroyed. And their love … Eddie hopes it survives, that this thing is stupidly lucky like them, because now it's all he has.

Hope about Buck taking him back when he will be ready for their partnership.

“We need a break,” never in his life Eddie wants to see Buck's eyes like that.

“A b-break?” it's barely a whisper. Like Buck tries to say it to make sure it was just a mistake or a joke.

Eddie wants to slap himself for the way Buck looks dead on his legs.

“Yes. We need a break, Evan,” another slap for using this name, but Eddie knows how to punch to make it bleed to make Buck give up on him. At least for a moment. The moment Eddie needs. “We need not be around each other.”

The silence and Buck's little sniffs and tears on his face is the worst answer. Maybe Eddie a little thought about Buck screaming at him to stop it.

After some minutes of them in an awkward situation: Eddie catalogs every Buck's expression for only self-torturing purposes and Buck cries not looking in his direction.

But then Eddie hears Buck's voice and the metallic almost not real or not emotional at all voice, not Buck's voice kills the silence.

“Okay. If-if it is what you want. I'll give you a break, Edmundo. I had a call from 136 three days ago. They need a backup for several months till Bosco’s partner comes back,” Buck comes to the door of the kitchen. “I'll go out of this door and you have six months that I will wait for you, Eddie. Six months. Not more. And then I want to hear your decision about us. If you don't want to end the break after that or you really just want to just break up with me, do it now. Be better than Abby,” Buck says, not looking at him. “I'm tired to be someone waiting for a partner who doesn't want him at all.”

Eddie hits the kitchen counter so hard he feels too much pain, but he doesn't move to Buck to beg him to stay how his heart wants.

“I'll call you. Maybe even before six months,” Buck nods and leaves.

Eddie hears Jeep’s engine only after twenty minutes.

rated: e | words: 90.4k | chapters: 10 | read on ao3

summary:

“Does this story have a point?” Eddie questioned, Lena narrowing her eyes at him; it would’ve felt threatening had he not known she was more bark than bite.

“This guy, my sort of friend—what if he could watch Chris for you?”

Eddie furrowed his brows together. “You want me to leave my kid who’s halfway across the country with some—stranger?” Was she out of her damn mind?

“It beats having him sent home to your parents, right?”

Well, she had a point there.

Eddie shook his head, overwhelmed with his thoughts.

“Look, I appreciate it Bosko, but I just—I don’t know. This is my kid we’re talking about.”

“I know that, and I know how much you love him. Hell, you’ve sent me ten plus emails when I was watching him for you.”

Eddie looked to where there was a line coming out of the office, his other teammates no doubt having several emergency questions of their own. He turned to Lena, giving his full attention.

“Alright, tell me about this friend of yours.”

—or—

The one where Eddie’s in the army, Shannon gives up her rights to Chris, and Eddie needs a babysitter. Good thing Lena knows Buck, the guy having nothing better to do than help babysit until Eddie gets back. Eddie would come home, and he would leave; it wasn’t like they were going to build some lifetime friendship or anything.

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this fic is complete. all chapters up and posted! <333

chapter 1: everything on our own (we don't need anyone or anything)

chapter 2: would you lie with me?

chapter 3: somehow, we mixed up goodbye and goodnight

chapter 4: backdraft

chapter 5: fall in love with a single touch (fall apart when it hurts too much)

chapter 6: miles from where you are ( i pray that something picks me up and sets me down in your warm arms)

chapter 7: i wanna feel your pulse on mine

chapter 8: look into my eyes and say you want me (like i want you)

chapter 9: i'm feeling love (i'll never love another one)

chapter 10: wait for me to come home

Truly amazing from beginning to end. I loved every minute of reading this fic (even when my heart was hurting). The slow burn was immaculate.

sick eddie fic is here! this is just the fluffiest, silliest thing, and I'm so excited to share it haha, had so much fun writing this!

rating: G

words: 8.6k

summary: Eddie catches a cold and stubbornly denies he's sick, while a fondly exasperated Buck is trying to take care of him.

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“'I'm not sick.” Eddie says yet again, slurring a bit sleepily, face half burrowed into his pillow, eyes shut.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Buck hunches down to pull the covers fully over Eddie and tuck him in. Eddie starts fidgeting, complaining and trying to move away from Buck’s hands. And, okay, maybe Buck’s doing too much, maybe he doesn’t need to tuck his grown best friend in. But- but he wants to. He needs to take care of Eddie. Every instinct, every nerve, every cell in his body reaches out to get him to take care of Eddie. He just loves Eddie – he’s in love to his very core.

“Buck, I’m fine.” Eddie tries leaning away, but Buck already pulled the covers tightly around him, so he groans in frustration. “I’m just a little tired.”

“Alright.” Buck responds, rolling his eyes. If that’s what Eddie needs to think to actually take a nap, so be it. Buck will help him get better whether he wants to or not. 

“’m not even very tired. Just need like-” Eddie yawns. “Just five minutes.”

“Okay.” Buck says, knowing it will take much longer. Eddie’s still moving and trying to get more comfy, and Buck’s just looking at him, as he’s still fighting sleep, trying to keep his eyes open, despite admitting he’s tired just a minute ago. Buck can’t help a fond smile that takes place on his face. “Sleep well, Eddie.” he reaches out, without thinking, as if on instinct, and brushes his fingers through the top of Eddie’s hair. And then, thinking even less, he leans down and presses his lips against Eddie’s warm forehead. Eddie immediately stills, all protests and claims about not being sick dying on his lips. Buck straightens up and smiles down at Eddie, who’s looking at him with wide eyes and pink cheeks. 

“Uh, yeah.” Eddie clears his throat, then coughs. 

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late night devil put your hands on me

buddie | explicit | 13.5k

“God, look at you,” Buck groans, teeth gnawing at Eddie's neck, teasing. “Such a perfect little toy for me. Knew I was right to keep you around, so easy to use.” “Buck,” Eddie moans, his hands holding onto the door hinges and the locked handle. Buck bites down, worrying at the skin until he's sure to leave a mark. “I'm gonna come in you, mark you up from the inside.” or: Buck uses Eddie as he pleases for a whole day

Kinktober lextober prompts: Free Use + Humiliation kink requested by two anons

the phone sex fic is here!! I'm sooo excited to share it with y'all!! a huuuuge thank you to the wonderful @giddyupbuck for beta reading and making this fic even better ❤️❤️❤️

rating: E

words: 9k

summary: Buck accidentally sends a nude and a spicy text to Eddie - things escalate from there.

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Eddie can’t take his eyes off the messages on the screen of his phone. His cheeks are burning, head swimming, fingers gripping the phone so tightly his knuckles are white, and, well, his blood is running south. He’s certain this is a mistake. It has to be. Even so, he can’t unsee what he’s just seen. Which is a picture of his best friend’s body, completely naked, chest covered in familiar tattoos, light hair trailing down to his groin, where his legs are spread wide and bent, showing off his asshole, one hand on his rock hard dick – that looks so big and pink, and pretty, and glistening at the top with pre-come, it makes Eddie’s mouth water, and isn’t that a revelation? – with his disheveled sheets around him. 

Eddie’s grateful it’s late and he’s in bed, so no one’s around to peek over his shoulder and see this. No one should see Buck like this. No one except Eddie. He doesn’t know what comes over him, but he just can't stand even thinking about anyone else getting Buck like this, so naked and open and vulnerable. So beautiful and amazing, and Eddie’s. Except… except he’s not. He’s not Eddie’s, and it doesn’t matter if Eddie would like him to be. Because then his eyes fall to the words typed out underneath the picture, and the jealousy in him reaches levels he’s never known before, he’s about ready to jump into his car and drive to Buck’s right away. The message says ‘oh yeah? you gonna fuck me so hard I cant walk? ruin this tight little hole? cant wait to feel ur huge cock inside me’ – there’s another text underneath it that just says ‘ill be so good for you baby’ – and, well, Eddie’s pretty sure Buck’s in the middle of a conversation, and apparently so turned on he sent it to the wrong person. And it drives Eddie crazy that someone else is doing this to Buck, getting him so aroused he can’t think straight. That he wants to be good for someone else. That he’s calling someone else ‘baby’. He’s known he’s in love with Buck for a while, and now he’s overcome with such a strong feeling of want – he wants Buck all to himself for the rest of his life, in any and all ways possible. Fuck, he’s so gone.

Eddie’s staring at the words, for a minute pretending they’re directed at him, and at the picture, seeing his best friend like he never has before, and before he knows it, his hand is moving under the covers, over the growing bulge in his underwear, palming himself. Shit, he’s not about to jerk off to Buck. Especially since the messages clearly weren’t meant for him. That feels wrong, no matter how horny he might be. The next text from Buck doesn’t help, making Eddie's vision go red with jealousy. All it says is a panicked ‘OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IT WASNT 4 U!!!! IGNORE IT SORRY!!!’

And, look, Eddie could say that it’s all good, delete the message, and pretend it never happened. Except, the more he looks, the more turned on he gets, and his hand starts stroking his dick through the fabric, and- and his mind is clouded by arousal and jealousy, and such strong feeling of possessive want, he’s not thinking when he throws the covers away, takes a picture of his bulge, cock hard and leaking, a wet spot visible on his underwear, and sends it to Buck in response, with a text that says ‘no worries, I liked it. fuck, I want that gorgeous cock all to myself’. It’s so unlike him, he’d never even taken a nude picture before now, but- but this is Buck, who makes some sort of crazy possessive beast roar to life in his chest, and has his body screaming at him to do something, anything to get Buck’s attention on him, instead of whoever the hell was on the receiving end of the messages leading to that one.

‘HOLY SHIT’ is what he gets back, and not even two seconds later, Buck’s calling him. 

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A great bedtime story lol

singing bodies

buddie | explicit | 2.6k

“Gorgeous,” Buck says reverently, absorbing the picture Eddie is painting beneath him—trembling, mouth open on a perpetual gasp, eyes dark and glistening, skin flushed red from cheeks to navel. And between that, perfect, perky nipples tied together by clamps.

Buck gives a slight tug to the chain linking them, welcoming the pinch of arousal when Eddie lets out another broken sob. His back arches stunningly into the pain Buck is inflicting. It’s light, the clamps meant to tease more than truly hurt, but Buck has been playing with them for so long that Eddie is feeling everything tenfold.

Kinktober lextober prompts: Nipple Play + Overstimulation requested by two anons

(pictured above: Eddie after Buck was done)

buck x eddie || rating: explicit || wc: 5.3k

The last thing Eddie had been expecting to see when he made his way over to where Buck was sitting on the couch, was Buck hunched over his phone, Taylor’s contact pulled up and thumb hovering over the call button.

“Woah, woah, what are you doing, Buck?” Eddie collapsed next to him, swiping the phone out of his hand. He locked it and tucked it in his pocket for good measure. He was a bit surprised that Buck didn’t protest, he just let him steal his phone.

“I don’t know,” Buck groaned, slouching against the couch. He scrubbed at his face, sighing miserably. “I just…I guess I just wanted to know. When she and I were together… was I bad? In bed, I mean.”

Or, the one where Buck is concerned he might be bad in bed and Eddie has a solution. Since this is an idiots to lovers romance, they don't properly talk about things and a misunderstanding happens.

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“There we go,” Buck says, wracking his nails down the front of Eddie’s body, leaving angry red welts over his chest.

Ignoring Eddie’s shuddering moans of pleasure-pain, Buck pushes a hand between his shoulder blades, leaving him bent over the countertop, the cold of it a stark contrast to the hot skin of his collarbones and shoulders.

“Do you think that dick of yours still works?” Buck asks with a lilt to his voice, just as he shoves his fingers back inside. The raw, almost dry slide sends a hot, stinging tingle up Eddie’s spine, catching in his lungs where the air should be. His grip on the edge of the counter tightens, fingers white-knuckled.

A loud slap to his hip tears a moan out of him.

“Answer me,” Buck orders.

It takes a second for Eddie’s brain to catch up. “It works,” he slurs when he remembers Buck’s question. “It works, it does.”

“Does it now?” Buck says, punctuating his question with a harsh thrust. He sounds like he's grinning. “Wouldn’t be surprised if it didn’t. After all, it's not very useful, is it?”

“Please,” Eddie sobs, because Buck is right, his cock doesn’t matter unless Buck decides he has a use for it, but he so desperately needs to come, and with no cock ring and the constant pressure to his prostate, it’s getting harder and harder to hold off. 

“Yeah? Wanna see if your stupid little cock can cover you in cum the way mine can?”

The cry he lets out when a fist forms in his hair is answer enough. He’s trembling, prostate overstimulated and neck straining as Buck pulls his hair—for a terrifyingly hot second he feels like he can’t breathe, his airflow cut off and pleasure blurring his senses.

maybe one day

buck x eddie || rated: t || wc: 1.1k

The second Eddie woke up he knew it was going to be a tough day. His head was killing him and he could feel the telltale signs of an oncoming migraine. He pushed himself up and out of bed and tried to get ready. Thankfully it was his day off but he still had to drive Christopher to school.

He stumbled into the bathroom and winced when he turned the lights on. Yeah, today was going to be a bad one. Splashing some cold water on his face, Eddie took a deep breath and rummaged around in the drawer for some Tylenol. He popped a couple pills and washed it down with water from the tap. He just needed to get Christopher to school and then he could come home, make his bedroom dark, and go to sleep. Thankfully he had purchased some black out curtains a while ago when he was working nights, those would come in handy today.

Eddie made it through getting dressed and brushing his teeth but when he walked into the kitchen he was hit by a wave of nausea and he had to hunch over the counter, taking breaths until his stomach stopped rolling.

“Dad?” Christopher said softly, coming up beside him. “Do you have one of your headaches?”

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. “I’m going to get you to school and then go back to bed. I should be fine by this afternoon.”

Chris hummed, not quite believing him. When Eddie got bad headaches it usually took more than a good nap for it to pass. “I’m going to call Buck.”

“You don’t have to call Buck, I can take you, mijo,” Eddie said, squinting against the light of the kitchen. Why was his house so damn bright?

“Yeah, I’m calling Buck. You only look like that—” Chris gestured at Eddie. “—when your headache is really bad.”

love me deep and keep me close

buddie | explicit | 4.2k

The thing is, Buck may be a little obsessed with Eddie’s dick. He loves sex, he loves getting fucked within an inch of his life, and he loves sucking Eddie off like it's his favourite treat. But he also just… loves holding Eddie in his mouth. He loves wrapping his lips around Eddie’s soft cock and shut down all his thoughts while Eddie watches a movie or reads a book and strokes his hair.

And Eddie indulges him as often as he can. Sometimes after sex because Buck doesn’t feel like letting go of the mood completely, sometimes before bed because his brain can’t shut up, sometimes just because he feels like it, wants to have his mouth full until Eddie can't sit still anymore. It’s one of his favorite things to do, and he would almost be embarrassed by it, except Eddie seems so eager to give him what he wants every time that it numbs all his insecurities about it.

Kinktober lextober prompt: Cock warming requested by @911onabc

IT’S OCTOBER 5TH AND WE’RE BACK WITH ANOTHER SPOOKY SEASON FIC!

This one is… a little different. I set myself a bit of a writing challenge. Or rather, I went on a fun little “hmm what if” scenario rant and I was horribly shamelessly encouraged and enabled. So here we are, 51k words later.

Please take note of all tags, and take them seriously. This fic is the result of me asking myself, “how can I take Buck and Eddie’s minor codependency, dial it up to eleven, break the knob off, and still have them recognizable as the two characters we know from canon?” I’m not sure if I succeeded in the experiment, and I know this fic won’t be everyone’s cup of tea, but I had fun exploring it all anyway.

For those of you who are intrigued by this story, I hope you enjoy it! For those of you who feel this isn’t your thing, I hope you’ll enjoy my other October offerings for this holiday season. The next fic drops October 10th.

Title: I’m Not Breathing Unless I’m Giving You CPR

Rating: E for violence and sex (please read the fic tags carefully)

Pairing: Buck/Eddie

Words: 51,396

Summary:

Evan Buckley fascinates Eddie. And when Eddie’s fascinated by something, he wants to play with it. Especially when the thing in question hates him so much.

But then something odd happens - Buck sees past Eddie’s mask for what he really is. And it turns out, Buck’s the same way. And he’s not something to play with. He’s something to keep.

Now the real game begins: the game of being who they are, what they are, together, without their well-meaning friends and family finding out. Because now that they’ve found each other, they’re not going to let anyone separate them. Buck is keeping Eddie, and Eddie is keeping Buck.