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OLIVER STARK as EVAN BUCKLEY
911 | 1.02 Let Go
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911 7x04
Buck, Bothered and Bewildered
#i watch this scene like a person is supposed to take a daily vitamin#<- prev so true#feeling bad? daily dose of bucktommy kiss#911#shows
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this does not apply if you wear exclusively leggings. Those things tear all the time you need like a million on standby
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i dont think we fit on the bed
buck/eddie/tommy | 7,4k | explicit
“So, which one is it going to be, Evan?” Tommy asked, rubbing himself on Buck’s ass, but not quite giving him anything. Buck made a confused sound, so he continued, “Which one of us is gonna get to fuck you today?”
He groaned, the phantom pleasure a bit overwhelming. Eddie cupped his jaw, running his fingers through his hair while he decided. It’s not like it was ever an easy choice. It usually led him to picking the one he hadn’t last time, but this time…
“Both,” he muttered, and he felt both of his boyfriends tense at the answer. “However you want it, just— both.”
OR: Stablished buddietommy takes the day off. (Includes Tommy and Eddie taking care of Buck in various ways + a little domestic fluff).
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donovan rocker in S.W.A.T.
6.14 - Gut Punch (24FEB2023)
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A 10-millionth visitor to the Rijksmuseum of Netherlands was allowed to spend the night at Rembrandt's painting "Night Watch" with a bottle of wine and dinner.
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You say you fight for the sake of Nassau, for the sake of your men, for the sake of Thomas and his memory. But the truth of the matter is, it isn’t for any of those things. What the fuck do you think I am fighting for? I think you are fighting for the sake of fighting. Because it’s the only state in which you can function. The only way to keep that voice in your head from driving you mad. What are you talking about? What voice? The one telling you to be ashamed of yourself… for having loved him.
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kiss it when you're done by bigfootsmom on ao3
bucktommy • explicit • 2.3k
“Yes, yes— Tommy, please! Please please pleasepleaseplease—” Buck babbles, begging with a ruined voice for Tommy to come inside of him.
Tommy starts pulling away, cold air rushing in between them as he sits back on his knees. Buck panics, stomach flipping as he flails out, grabbing at Tommy’s arms and squeezing his legs around him.
“Wh–what are you doing?” He cries out, looking at Tommy with wild eyes as he tries to keep him close.
“Evan—” Tommy’s voice is strained as he holds himself perfectly still, a knot of concern forming between his brows as he swallows. “I’m gonna— baby, I’m not wearing a condom.”
Buck is not a fan of the pull out method.
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we definitely didn’t focus on this enough because what the actual fuck. he looks so hot yet soft in that hoodie with his hands in the pockets and he’s going ‘hey’ all confident, even though he’s nervous as hell about why buck wanted to meet up with him. but he’s also built and the outline of his tits and his nipples are showing. HE’S BREASTING BOOBILY like HELLO
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don't just stand there
chapter three: "Get a room, you two!"
this is part four of the 5+1 "eddie cockblocks bucktommy in ways that defy all rational explanation" fic :)
Buck smiled, waving at his friends, and watched them hop into their respective vehicles. The whole time, his other hand was finishing the buttons and reaching into Tommy's jeans.
"You're incorrigible," Tommy said, a little breathless. "They haven't even pulled out of the parking lot."
"Traffic's going to be insane," Buck said, luxuriating in the familiar weight of Tommy's cock in his hand. "It'll take at least forty minutes to get home, and you can't make me wait that long, babe, you just can't."
"So needy," Tommy said fondly, carding his fingers through Buck's hair. "You know, I had plans to take you out for an early dinner, wine and dine you a bit - "
"Sounds like a great plan," Buck grinned. "But it'll have to wait until after you cum in my mouth. That cool with you?"
Instead of answering, Tommy used the hand in his hair to push Buck's head into his lap.
tags under the cut for folks who might care about this update:
@missmagooglie @comeon-intothemadhouse @aringofsalt @theotherbuckley @sadieb798
@casismybestfriend @devirnis @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @faggyangel @evanbi-ckley
@exstasiswings @moonstonediaz @babytrapperdiaz @buckttommy @rainbow-nerdss
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fuck it fridayyyyyyyyy
tagged by @dangerpronebuddie
oh you KNOW it's gotta be a snippet from don't just stand there. i'm hoping to have this totally finished by the time the next ep drops.
this is a bit from part four of the 5+1 eddie-keeps-walking-in-on-bucktommy-getting-nasty
He'd been thinking about the sex toy box all day. It had been a pretty slow shift, at least for the A-shift at the 118, and Tommy was on his two-off. When Bobby dismissed his team, Buck changed into his civvies fast enough to give himself whiplash, eager to spend the next twenty-four hours naked and satiated with his sweet, gentle, relentlessly seductive boyfriend.
He was so keyed up that he was the first one out the door, while Eddie and Chim were still in the showers; Tommy was already waiting in the Jeep, having moved to the passenger seat, because he knew Buck loved to drive and he was so fucking thoughtful.
Buck simply had to blow him about it.
"Jesus, Evan," Tommy gasped - Buck had barely closed the driver's side door behind him before he was licking into Tommy's mouth and fumbling at his fly. "Whatever happened to how was your day, sweetheart?"
"You can still talk with your dick in my mouth," Buck pointed out, pressing kisses along Tommy's jawline. He had a day's worth of stubble and it was driving Buck wild. "And my day was great, sweetheart, how was yours?"
none pressure with left beef tags under the cut!!!
@missmagooglie @comeon-intothemadhouse @aringofsalt @theotherbuckley @sadieb798
@casismybestfriend @devirnis @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @faggyangel @evanbi-ckley
@exstasiswings @moonstonediaz @babytrapperdiaz @buckttommy @rainbow-nerdss
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i need a 𝓫𝓲𝓰 𝓫𝓸𝔂 — part two [part one]
♡ for @tommy-evan ♡
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stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong
aka rival firefighters 🚒 | buddie | chapter 2/10 | Explicit
Eddie’s just finished helping load up the last patient into the 118’s ambulance, Wilson already in the front with the engine running and ready to go, and Han in the back, settling in beside their patient, when Buckley finds him again.
“Diaz! Are you a match? Because you ignite a fire within me.” Buck says, stupid cocky smile in place.
“Are you a smoke detector? Because you’re really loud and annoying.” Eddie shoots back, way too mentally worn out from triage to go another round with Buckley.
A loud laugh rips out of Wilson, echoing through the cabin while Han laughs so hard he almost chokes on his gum. Once Han’s recovered, he wipes his eyes, looking at Buckley and wheezing out, “Oh my god you can’t be serious?”
Eddie uses the question as his chance to slip away and make his way back to his own team. Only for Buckley to call out to him not even seconds later.
“Hey, Diaz!”
So close. He was so close.
He comes to a stop but doesn’t turn around, not wanting to give Buckley the satisfaction or whatever.
“I hate it when you go! But I love to watch you leave!”
Eddie shakes his head and can’t control the huff of a laugh that breaks free. This guy really is something else. Eddie doesn’t even bother with giving him the finger or retaliating, just continues walking until he’s back with the 136.
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your way or nothing at all [9-1-1 | Eddie Diaz | 1/1]
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character study | mild angst | weddings | background buck/tommy, eddie/marisol | pre-relationship buddie | not quite a feelings realization for eddie but he's getting there
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In the quieting dark, Eddie lingers by the tables, the empty chairs pushed together in a cluster for a conversation long since abandoned. It's late enough that people are starting to filter out into the night, and pretty much everybody left is crowded at the open bar or swaying on the dance floor. At the high table, Maddie has Buck's suit jacket draped over her shoulders and her cheek tipped against Chim's shoulder, and he's looking down at her with a dopily besotted expression that Eddie can clock even from here.
It makes him feel like—something, some kind of nostalgia for the wedding he never got to have with Shannon. That whole day felt like being hustled through a play that he never learned his lines to. Shannon was three months pregnant and deep in the throes of vicious morning sickness that was not improved by the catering or the stress of the day, so he spent their wedding night holding back her hair in the honeymoon suite his parents paid for and trying desperately to feel like he had a single fucking clue what he was doing. Trying to feel like a man and a husband and a father-to-be and mostly feeling like a complete fraud.
They deserved better. Both of them. Now, in this moment, after this day, it soothes more than it stings to watch Maddie and Chim hold onto each other so easily.
The song changes, and he watches a swirl of motion on the bar side of the dance floor, the particular energy that's easily identifiable as Buck even before he emerges from the crowd. Normally, maybe Eddie would gravitate in, but Buck's got a hand linked together with Tommy's, and they're laughing, and so he stays where he is. Just watches.
It's sweet, a little fumbling as Buck very obviously tries to figure out the logistics of slow-dancing with another guy. Tommy says something in a low voice and settles a palm on his hip, and Buck ducks his head, laughing, and leans into him.
It's sweet. It is. Eddie's throat fucking aches.
He doesn't know why, not really. Maybe it's the smile on Buck's face, wide and giddy and almost embarrassingly bright. He never smiled at Natalia like that, or Taylor. Maybe Ali, but the truth is that back then Eddie wasn't looking for it. Back then, he was so caught up in everything with Shannon, and he and Buck were barely more than friendly coworkers, as strange as that idea seems now.
He probably smiled at Abby like that. Eddie wasn't around for that relationship, only the aftermath, but he can imagine it. You don't hurt that badly when someone leaves you unless you really fucking loved them.
"You would not believe the line for the bathroom," Marisol says from behind him, and Eddie jolts like he just grabbed a high-voltage wire. He tries to spin it into something graceful as he turns to face her, but he's pretty sure it doesn't work, and also pretty sure that he shouldn't be feeling quite so jumpscared at the sight of his girlfriend. His heart is pounding. He rubs his knuckles against his sternum, and Marisol asks, "You okay?"
"Yeah," he says. "Sorry. You startled me."
"No, it's fine." She smiles at him, and it's pretty. She looks pretty, in a blue dress that looks black in this light, little metallic threads picked through and glittering. It hugs the curves of her body in a way that Eddie feels obligated to notice, and so he does, and when he looks her in the eye again she's smiling wider, and that's pretty too and Eddie—
Eddie still feels like a fucking fraud.
"I got you a beer," Marisol says. She's got a glass of wine in her other hand. White wine, lipstick marks on the rim.
Eddie smiles back and takes the bottle she hands him. "Thanks."
"I wasn't sure what you'd want." She grins at him, flirty. "You'll have to tell me if I made a bad guess."
He sips the beer. It's a lager, hoppy and astringent in a way that leaves a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. He takes another drink and smiles around the grimace his mouth wants to make. "It's perfect. Thank you."
The pleased relief in her smile doesn't make the lie feel any better. He takes another sip and sets the bottle down, and Marisol settles her hip against his chair, close enough that he can feel the warmth of her body. Close enough that he could wrap an arm around her thighs and pull her into his lap, if he wanted to do that. He shifts forward instead, leaning his elbows against the table, and she lets out a quiet sound and sets her glass down to sit in the chair next to him. The music switches over from Christina Perri to what Eddie is pretty sure is Savage Garden, and on the dance floor Tommy says something that makes Buck laugh and pull him closer.
"They're cute together," Marisol observes. "Buck and, um… Tommy?"
Eddie's fingers twitch on his beer bottle. "Yeah."
"I didn't know that he was, you know…" she trails off. Eddie looks over at her, and she adds, "Not that there's anything wrong with it! I just, I thought he had a girlfriend."
"They broke up. He dates guys too," Eddie says, more emphatically than is really necessary. Like this is a truth that he's always known instead of something Buck told him two weeks ago in the loft, quiet and careful like he was afraid of how Eddie would react. Like he was afraid of Eddie.
It was a date, we were on a date.
So it's new for Buck, too. Not just him. But still.
It feels like something he should have known.
"Okay," Marisol says. The corners of her mouth tighten, and she takes a pointed sip of her wine. "I didn't know that, is all."
I didn't know either, Eddie imagines saying, but the words strangle themselves in his throat just the same as, Actually, I don't like lagers, and, I don't really want company tonight, did. He wonders how the hell Buck does it—just opens his mouth and lets the truth spill out. Eddie can only manage that when it's for other people. Never for himself.
"Sorry," he says out loud. "It's been… a day."
Marisol's face softens a little, and he feels like shit about that, too. It has been a day, is the thing. He woke up in a bathtub, more hungover than he's been in at least a decade, and after that was a wild goose-chase through the desert to retrieve Chim in time for the wedding, and all that is plenty of reason for him to be off his game now. It's just that somehow it also feels like a fucking lie.
On the dance floor, Buck has his cheek pressed to Tommy's. He says something, and Tommy's shoulders shake with laughter, and then they both turn, moving easily together into a kiss. It's quick and tender, and Eddie abruptly feels like the worst kind of voyeur for watching it happen. He turns his head away and finds Marisol looking at him.
The music changes again. TLC, he's pretty sure, because Chim is deep down a very basic Gen X music kind of guy. Or maybe it was Maddie's pick, who knows. Anyway. It's a little more upbeat, but still slow enough to dance to.
"You, uh." He clears his throat, and finds a smile that feels almost right. "Come on, you wanna dance before they close it all down? They're playing our song."
"This is our song?" Marisol asks, but she's laughing. "I don't even think I was born yet when it came out."
Eddie shrugs and holds out a hand. "It could be our song. Maybe for tonight it's just a good song to dance to."
That must have been the right thing to say. She smiles, sets her wine down, and slips her hand into his, letting him tug her to her feet. They wind their way through the chairs to the dance floor, and under the string lights she settles easily into his arms.
I know you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all, rasps the singer in a sweetly smoky voice, as Eddie closes his eyes, and sways, and breathes, but I think you're moving too fast.
I think you're moving too fast.
He breathes in, and out, and opens his eyes. Marisol smiles up at him, and he smiles back, then cuts his eyes away. There are still a handful of people left on the dance floor with them: Athena and Bobby, swaying together like they're in their own little world, a couple of Buckley cousins with their dates. Buck and Tommy are gone, though, and Eddie almost cranes his head through the crowd to see where they got to before he catches himself.
"To tell you the truth," Marisol says. "I really don't think this is our song."
"Alright, well, we can find another one," Eddie says, and she laughs and sways into him, and he holds onto her, and when he closes his eyes, it's fine; it all feels fine.
#oh I’m weak for Eddie feeling some kinda way but not being able to articulate it yet#fic rec#911 fic
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we really aren't talking about how hilarious the end of this scene was
#would love to know what the pitch meeting for this call was like#or what ryan thought when he got the script#911#shows
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I want to dance with you tonight (and for the rest of my life)
Bucktommy / E / 14 932 words
Cover by @ronordmann 💙
Mood board by me
Three months after Tommy kissed him passed so fast, but Buck enjoyed every second of it. Every date, kiss, hug, sex. Every text till the next opportunity to meet again between their shifts.
Tommy makes him feel happy, giddy, smitten and, most importantly, wanted. He isn’t the one chasing so hard he forgets about himself this time, or the passive one, letting relationships just come to him, not trying to do much. No, now he takes as much as he gets.
Of course, during their first three weeks Tommy was the one who was making most of the moves. He would set the dates, time and date, just asking Buck if he wanted to have another date and then tell him when and where it would be. Tommy was the one buying him flowers, initiating kisses or any form, even not sexual intimacy - always making sure Buck was ok with everything, never rushing him to do something Buck didn’t want to. And it made Buck feel safe. Soon he was the one to lean and kiss the man, or hug, or put his hand on Tommy’s tight, while the man would drive him to the next date’s destination, any time he wanted.
Or Buck and Tommy enjoy their relationships, fall in love and go to Madney wedding together
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