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“But yes, happy that you might finally be mine, that I might finally get to be yours.” 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
My heart .. what a sweet story 💞
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9-1-1 on ABC | Buddie | 2.1k words | s7 spec, prev bucktommy, getting together, love confessions, love is stored in the kitchen
Eddie wakes up to a surprise visit from Buck and they finally talk about forever.
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Eddie wakes up to the sound of pans clanging in the kitchen and the smell of pancake batter and hot butter. Neither of these things is cause for alarm nor out of the ordinary but he is ninety-eight percent certain he went to sleep in an empty house.
He rolls out of bed, shrugging on a sweatshirt and grabbing a pair of soft socks out of his drawer on the way past and to no surprise finds Buck in the kitchen.
“Hey! Eddie,” Buck smiles brightly at him as Eddie cautiously perches himself on a kitchen stool. “Good morning.”
Buck is bathed in sunlight from the kitchen window behind him, a halo of gold filtering through his soft curls, gel-free and touseled on the top of Buck’s head in a way that Eddie wishes he would let them be more often. “Morning, Buck. You’re here early.”
Buck bustles around the kitchen, pulling milk out of the fridge and grabbing a mug from the top cupboard, his body moving around Eddie’s kitchen as if it has been programmed with an innate sense of where to find anything and everything. He could be convinced that Buck knows his way around Eddie’s kitchen better than Eddie does. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry. It’s just–it’s been a while, yeah? And I feel like I haven’t seen Chris in ages–I miss the kid–and I figured he was probably, if not missing me, at least missing my pancakes. I hope he hasn’t been letting you make them.”
Buck pours coffee from the pot into the mug, tops it off with the precise amount of milk that Eddie prefers, and sets it in front of Eddie before turning to the frying pan and flipping the pancake. “I know you’ve been improving in the cooking department–I can see it, Eddie, and I’m proud of you,” Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest. “But pancakes are my department.”
“I wouldn’t want to steal your thunder.” Eddie quips and Buck whips around to wave the spatula at him.
“Exactly!”
“Buck,” Eddie presses carefully because there’s a frantic energy fizzing beneath Buck’s skin, he can see it in the way he moves, the line of his shoulders, and the exaggerated way he swings his arms. “Christopher isn’t here. He’s on school camp until Friday.”
“Oh, right, I knew that.” Buck’s whole body joints to a stop like a record skipping on a turntable and then just as soon he’s back in motion again. “That’s okay! I brought lemon juice for on your pancakes, we can save the bacon for the weekend when he gets back.”
Eddie’s heart grows three sizes in his chest, threatening to burst out all over his kitchen and cover Buck and the bench top in a flood of emotions he’s spent the last month and a half trying to fold smaller and smaller until he can safely tuck them away beneath his ribs where it can’t hurt anyone but himself.
“Buck?” The other man glances at him before turning back to the stove, giving a soft hum in response. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Buck grins at him again but it doesn’t reach his eyes this time.
“You’re buzzing, and not the good kind.” Eddie stands and rounds the counter, he leans against the other side while still giving Buck as much space as he needs. He presses again, softer this time. “Buck? What’s going on?”
Buck deflates and turns the stove off, removing the pan from the element and leaning against the other counter opposite Eddie. “Tommy and I broke up. I broke up with him, or we broke up with each other, I guess.”
Eddie isn’t sure what to say. As far as he knew Buck and Tommy’s relationship had been going smoothly. They were a good fit, even Eddie could tell, as much as it sometimes pained him to admit. But he was happy for them. Seeing them dance together at Maddie and Chimney’s wedding had filled Eddie with a sense of pride even when it also left him feeling like he was walking with a permanent rock in his shoe—a phenomenon he could finally put a name to after a few long talks with Frank and an enlightening if not nervewracking night at a bar called the Peacock that Hen had suggested he visit for ‘research purposes’.
“I thought you really liked Tommy?” Is what he finally manages to say once he unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth.
“I do,” Buck says. His arms are still full of static as he gestures with his hands in that way that Buck does when he’s nervous or overwhelmed and he’s not looking Eddie in the eyes. Buck shakes his head. “I did. I did, and Tommy is wonderful but I think we both realized that it wasn’t going to last. He got offered a job, down in Mexico.” Buck pushes away from the bench, pulls two plates out of the drawer, and starts dividing the stack of pancakes between them.
“After the whole fiasco with the cruise ship, the LAFD decided they wanted someone on the ground down there as a sort of link between the Los Angeles rescue helicopters and the team down in Mexico City. They’re going to put him in charge of his own team and he’s been working towards some sort of promotion for ages so he’s really excited about it.”
“He didn’t ask you to go with him did he?” Eddie can’t help but let the question burst out of him. The thought of Buck leaving already feels like tearing out a lung but he also knows he’s in no position to ask Buck to stay, certainly not for Eddie’s sake.
“He did, sort of.” Buck shrugs. “I think he already knew I wouldn’t say yes. L.A. is my home, I couldn’t leave the 118, I couldn’t leave Maddie and Jee-yun. Christopher, the thought of being anywhere that kid isn’t is just—and I know he’s not—but I still couldn’t. I won’t. Tommy knows that. He also knew that I wouldn’t leave you.”
“Me?” Now Eddie has to swallow down a lump of surprise. Eddie doesn't think that little of himself, he knows he’s important to Buck, they are important to each other, but important enough to be the reason Buck stays in Los Angeles while his boyfriend moves to another country?
Buck turns to place two plates, carefully stacked with fluffy, golden pancakes, each drizzled in lemon juice and sprinkled with sugar—Eddie’s favorite—on the kitchen island, and then he’s facing Eddie again only feet away in all his early morning glory and Eddie dares to hope.
“You.” Buck rests one hip against the counter and turns the full power of those bright blue eyes on Eddie as he finally makes eye contact for the first time all morning. “Yes, you, Eddie. Tommy is lovely and sweet and he has been so, so good to me for the last two months, we’ve been good for each other, I think.”
Eddie breaks the eye contact, he’s heard all about how wonderful and lovely Tommy is for the last two months and while he has been so happy for Buck, truly, it has also been agony. But then Buck is stepping up into Eddie’s space and gripping his elbow. Buck ducks his head until he can catch Eddie’s eyes again and follows his gaze until Eddie gives up on trying to hide from him.
“But it was never going to work long-term, I don’t think it was ever meant to. He’s very sweet and we get along well but it never got any deeper than that. We made better friends than anything else.”
“Okay, so you ended it on mutual terms and he’s moving to Mexico?”
“Not for a few months but eventually he is yes.”
“A few months?”
“Next February.”
“February? Next year? Buck that ages away, why break up now if he’s not leaving until–.”
“Because it was time.”
“Time for what?”
“To stop lying to myself, to you.”
Eddie almost bites his tongue. “Lying to me? Buck, I am so confused right now. Did you hit your head? You do remember coming out to me right? You’ve been dating a man for the last two months. You brought a man to your sister’s wedding. Honestly, I am still living off of the high that I got from seeing your mother’s face when you kissed Tommy on the dance floor, that was—.”
“Eddie!” Buck laughs around his name and it’s the sweetest sound Eddie has ever heard. “Would you let me finish talking? Please?”
Eddie nods. “Right, yes. Sorry. Proceed.” He swings his arm out dramatically and Buck pinches the skin on the back of Eddie’s arm and rolls his eyes.
“Eddie,” There’s a seriousness to Buck’s tone that Eddie doesn’t hear often. “I don’t want to presume anything okay, so if I’ve been reading this wrong then please tell me because I don’t want to make this weird, the last thing I want to do is hurt you or make you uncomfortable but—.” Eddie watches the tick in Buck's jaw tighten. “There’s something here, right? You and me?”
“Do you think there is?” Eddie whispers into the space between them, barely getting the words out past where his heart sits in his throat.
“I dare to hope there is,” Buck whispers back. “I would like there to be. Eddie, you’re my best friend, you’ve been my rock for years and I love you more than anything but I also—I also think I might be in love with you, and I think I have been for a long time.”
“You think?”
“Like pretty God damn certain actually.”
“Good, good.” Eddie nods, barely keeping the grin from breaking across his face. He can feel his lips twitching with the effort to suppress it. “That’s good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He steps into Buck’s space and leans forward until he can press their foreheads together. Buck’s arm slides from Eddie’s elbow to around his waist and Eddie rests his palm against Buck’s chest, sliding it up until he can wrap his fingers over the swell of Buck’s shoulder and press his thumb into that divet in Buck’s throat where Eddie can feel the heat of him and the pulse of his heartbeat beneath the pad of his thumb. “Because I am definitely in love with you.”
“You never said anything.”
“I didn’t know and then I did but you were with Tommy and you were happy. I was happy for you.”
Buck breathes deeply and Eddie reveals in the way it rushes past his cheek. “What about you?”
“I’m happy now,” Eddie says and it’s true, and realizing that only multiples the happiness tenfold. “I’m so happy I could burst.”
“Happy that I got dumped again?”
“You didn’t get dumped, you said it was mutual.” Eddie squeezes his shoulder. “But yes, happy that you might finally be mine, that I might finally get to be yours.”
Buck leans back and when Eddie opens his eyes he finds Buck’s eyes glassy and brimming with tears.
“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” Buck says and Eddie pulls him into his arms until they are chest to chest, chins hooked over each other’s shoulders and wrapped up in each other so completely that Eddie could not tell you where one of them ends and the other begins and it feels so right, so right to have Buck so close to him, for them to be one and the same. They breathe together for a long time, squeezing each other closer whenever the micro fraction of an inch between them begins to field like football fields of distance.
“We take this slow, we do it right,” Eddie says carefully, pulling back just far enough to cup his hand around Buck’s cheek and hold his gaze. A niggly part of his brain tries to remind him of everything that could go wrong, of everything they have to lose, but a bigger part of him can only hope for everything that could go so beautifully right.
“We have the rest of forever, after all.” Buck’s smile is soft at the edges and it smoothes the jagged parts of Eddie’s worry.
Eddie leans up and presses one gentle kiss to the corner of Buck’s mouth, allowing himself that much for now. The rest will come, he is in no rush for the rest of his life. On Friday Christopher will be home and they can make pancakes again. At the end of the month, Buck’s lease will expire and Eddie will finally have an excuse to never let Buck leave his house again. In February they will wave Tommy off at the airport and Eddie will get the chance to thank him properly. Soon enough they might get to dance at another wedding, maybe their own, definitely together, for the rest of forever.
“Forever and a day.” He promises.
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What I’ve been living for
[ a sequel to Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart ]
As the first rays of sunlight kiss his face, Eddie’s mind awakens from what feels like the deepest sleep he’s had in months. His eyelids slowly bat open, momentarily blinded by the strong light filtering through. It's undoubtedly well past dawn. Reality gradually kicks in, as he absorbs the world around him, the realization that he is not alone in bed sneaking to him gently. First, he feels him; always incredibly warm around him, holding him from behind securely, his chest expanding and contracting against the muscles of Eddie’s back. Then he sees his arm, resting heavily on top of his own, large palm and bitten nails, sparse arm hair gleaming gold in contrast with the black ink of his rings tattoo, thanks to the sun hitting directly at it.It wasn’t a dream after all.Eddie closes his eyes again, deciding he wants to prolong this first morning together as much as possible. Minutes pass by, without falling back asleep, just enjoying the place he is so blessed to be in. At some point Buck shifts slightly, letting out a soft sleepy grunt, another sound making it to Eddie’s ‘new favorite sounds’ list. He can physically feel Buck tense up momentarily, then instantly relax, as soon as his brain registers he is in Eddie’s bedroom, finally. His hand untangles from Eddie’s and finds the nape of his neck, where he plants his palm and slowly drags it down, making Eddie shiver. The moment he reaches the small of his back, he slides it under Eddie’s sleep shirt and guides it around, over the delicate skin on his abdomen and up to the middle of his chest. Eddie involuntary hums, betraying he has been awake all this time. Buck pulls him closer and presses him firmly against him. “Morning.” he mumbles, lips grazing against Eddie’s nape, where he plants the first kiss of the day.
or, the day after the night Buck and Eddie's got together.
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Turning Page
A Buddie three-part series:
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch (prequel, coming soon)
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart (oneshot)
What I’ve been living for (sequel, oneshot)
*all parts can be read individually, but all together make a whole story.
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What I’ve been living for
[ a sequel to Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart ]
As the first rays of sunlight kiss his face, Eddie’s mind awakens from what feels like the deepest sleep he’s had in months. His eyelids slowly bat open, momentarily blinded by the strong light filtering through. It's undoubtedly well past dawn. Reality gradually kicks in, as he absorbs the world around him, the realization that he is not alone in bed sneaking to him gently. First, he feels him; always incredibly warm around him, holding him from behind securely, his chest expanding and contracting against the muscles of Eddie’s back. Then he sees his arm, resting heavily on top of his own, large palm and bitten nails, sparse arm hair gleaming gold in contrast with the black ink of his rings tattoo, thanks to the sun hitting directly at it.It wasn’t a dream after all.Eddie closes his eyes again, deciding he wants to prolong this first morning together as much as possible. Minutes pass by, without falling back asleep, just enjoying the place he is so blessed to be in. At some point Buck shifts slightly, letting out a soft sleepy grunt, another sound making it to Eddie’s ‘new favorite sounds’ list. He can physically feel Buck tense up momentarily, then instantly relax, as soon as his brain registers he is in Eddie’s bedroom, finally. His hand untangles from Eddie’s and finds the nape of his neck, where he plants his palm and slowly drags it down, making Eddie shiver. The moment he reaches the small of his back, he slides it under Eddie’s sleep shirt and guides it around, over the delicate skin on his abdomen and up to the middle of his chest. Eddie involuntary hums, betraying he has been awake all this time. Buck pulls him closer and presses him firmly against him. “Morning.” he mumbles, lips grazing against Eddie’s nape, where he plants the first kiss of the day.
or, the day after the night Buck and Eddie's got together.
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Why did my brain just made this sexual? 😂
#i am in desperate need of a new episode#that's my only excuse#bucktommy#911#evan buckley#bi buck#tommy kinard
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i got my cameo from lou (an hour before it was going to expire) and tommy & buck are thriving✌🏼
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today I thought about Buck and Tommy lying in bed, Tommy on his back with one arm folded behind his head while Buck lays on top of him with his chin perched on his sternum and Tommy can't help but sink his hand into Buck's curls when he goes to nuzzle into Tommy's skin and you know what. it almost killed me.
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Turning Page
A Buddie three-part series:
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch (prequel, coming soon)
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart (oneshot)
What I’ve been living for (sequel, oneshot)
*all parts can be read individually, but all together make a whole story.
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What I’ve been living for
[ a sequel to Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart ]
As the first rays of sunlight kiss his face, Eddie’s mind awakens from what feels like the deepest sleep he’s had in months. His eyelids slowly bat open, momentarily blinded by the strong light filtering through. It's undoubtedly well past dawn. Reality gradually kicks in, as he absorbs the world around him, the realization that he is not alone in bed sneaking to him gently. First, he feels him; always incredibly warm around him, holding him from behind securely, his chest expanding and contracting against the muscles of Eddie’s back. Then he sees his arm, resting heavily on top of his own, large palm and bitten nails, sparse arm hair gleaming gold in contrast with the black ink of his rings tattoo, thanks to the sun hitting directly at it.It wasn’t a dream after all.Eddie closes his eyes again, deciding he wants to prolong this first morning together as much as possible. Minutes pass by, without falling back asleep, just enjoying the place he is so blessed to be in. At some point Buck shifts slightly, letting out a soft sleepy grunt, another sound making it to Eddie’s ‘new favorite sounds’ list. He can physically feel Buck tense up momentarily, then instantly relax, as soon as his brain registers he is in Eddie’s bedroom, finally. His hand untangles from Eddie’s and finds the nape of his neck, where he plants his palm and slowly drags it down, making Eddie shiver. The moment he reaches the small of his back, he slides it under Eddie’s sleep shirt and guides it around, over the delicate skin on his abdomen and up to the middle of his chest. Eddie involuntary hums, betraying he has been awake all this time. Buck pulls him closer and presses him firmly against him. “Morning.” he mumbles, lips grazing against Eddie’s nape, where he plants the first kiss of the day.
or, the day after the night Buck and Eddie's got together.
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This is part of my 3-part-series Turning Page
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Turning Page
A Buddie three-part series:
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch (prequel, coming soon)
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart (oneshot)
What I’ve been living for (sequel, oneshot)
*all parts can be read individually, but all together make a whole story.
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What I’ve been living for
[ a sequel to Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart ]
As the first rays of sunlight kiss his face, Eddie’s mind awakens from what feels like the deepest sleep he’s had in months. His eyelids slowly bat open, momentarily blinded by the strong light filtering through. It's undoubtedly well past dawn. Reality gradually kicks in, as he absorbs the world around him, the realization that he is not alone in bed sneaking to him gently. First, he feels him; always incredibly warm around him, holding him from behind securely, his chest expanding and contracting against the muscles of Eddie’s back. Then he sees his arm, resting heavily on top of his own, large palm and bitten nails, sparse arm hair gleaming gold in contrast with the black ink of his rings tattoo, thanks to the sun hitting directly at it.It wasn’t a dream after all.Eddie closes his eyes again, deciding he wants to prolong this first morning together as much as possible. Minutes pass by, without falling back asleep, just enjoying the place he is so blessed to be in. At some point Buck shifts slightly, letting out a soft sleepy grunt, another sound making it to Eddie’s ‘new favorite sounds’ list. He can physically feel Buck tense up momentarily, then instantly relax, as soon as his brain registers he is in Eddie’s bedroom, finally. His hand untangles from Eddie’s and finds the nape of his neck, where he plants his palm and slowly drags it down, making Eddie shiver. The moment he reaches the small of his back, he slides it under Eddie’s sleep shirt and guides it around, over the delicate skin on his abdomen and up to the middle of his chest. Eddie involuntary hums, betraying he has been awake all this time. Buck pulls him closer and presses him firmly against him. “Morning.” he mumbles, lips grazing against Eddie’s nape, where he plants the first kiss of the day.
or, the day after the night Buck and Eddie's got together.
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No one:
Ryan:
#I saw so many bog booty gifs today i had to make a post but it's silly because i don't gif#ryan guzman#eddie diaz#911
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Ryan Guzman
#we all know this is an ass post and i am living for it#are we sure it is 100% natural? it seems UNREAL
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Turning Page
A Buddie three-part series:
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch (prequel, coming soon)
Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart (oneshot)
What I’ve been living for (sequel, oneshot)
*all parts can be read individually, but all together make a whole story.
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I know you were doing your job. And I'm proud of you for that, but there is a small selfish part of me that wishes you didn't want to anymore.
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