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nurse-buckley · 1 year
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Tomorrow Holds Such Better Days
Fandom: 9-1-1  Word Count: 2,472 Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, firefam (mentioned) Warnings: major trigger warning for depression, suicidal thoughts, suicide and overdosing with pills. If you are not in the right mind frame to read this please skip this one. Summary: After your depression worsens, you decide to take things into your own hands and end your life, but will a message to your family be enough to save your life? Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry (if you want to be added or taken off the list, please let me know)
Thank you @floralbuckleys @firemedicdiaz and @bucketofbarnes for all of your help, support with writing this <3
If you or anyone else is struggling with thoughts of suicide please reach out to someone you trust or alternatively try these helplines (x) If the link is broken, please let me know. You don't have to suffer alone.
You were no stranger to depression, having struggled with it off and on for a long time. The constant, agonizing feeling of sinking, as if you were watching everyone around you swimming up for air but there was a constant weight dragging you down. You didn’t want to die, but sometimes it just felt that going to sleep and never waking up or an accident on the job taking you out would make it easier. 
Life had just gotten to be too much. Truly, sometimes you just thought maybe it wasn’t for you. Maybe you were just one of the unlucky ones that life didn’t work out for. With those constant thoughts plaguing your mind for days, you had finally made up your mind to end your life and made peace with it. If self-preservation had taught you anything, it was that maybe you should be terrified. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t bring yourself to care. 
Usually you would have reached out to someone before it got to this point. You would have phoned Eddie, Buck or Bobby, or even the family you’d gained through them, knowing they’d all been through their own struggles. Any one of them would have dropped what they were doing to help you. But again, no matter how hard you tried to pick up the phone, typing and backspacing messages asking for help, the voice in your head was just too loud and fed you all the usual lies. 
‘You’re a burden,’ ‘No one cares.’ ‘Why are you so needy?’ ‘They have their own lives and issues to worry about without adding your burdens to them.’ 
You didn’t want to put your issues on them anymore, scared of the judgment, the looks and the pity they might give you. Not when they had their own problems and lives to deal with. If you were being truthful to yourself, maybe you didn’t want to tell them because if you did they would stop you and you weren’t sure if that’s what you wanted. 
This just felt like the best option; for you, and for them. 
You opened your phone, sending a text to Bobby first to let him know you couldn’t make it to work again. It was the second shift in a row that you’d missed, and even now you hated the fact that you were letting the team down. A few moments later, your phone started pinging with a few notifications from your friends.  
Hen: ‘I hope you feel better soon <3’
Chim: ‘Feel better, let me or Maddie know if you need anything :)’ 
Buck: ‘Me and Eddie will swing by to check on you with some soup after shift, do you need anything else? xx’
You cursed yourself for lying to them, once again forcing the attention on yourself. The guilt only added to your decision and with one last text to the group, that was it. 
‘Thanks for always having my back guys. Appreciate and love you all.’ 
You hit the send button, leaving the phone on your coffee table along with a hastily scribbled note explaining your decision and apologizing.  
To everyone else, the message you’d sent seemed normal. They’d pocketed their phones and gone about their normal duties, checking inventory and cleaning, but something in Buck just didn’t sit right. He’d read the message over and over, trying to convince himself that everything was okay, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. 
You’d opened up to Buck about your past a few times, your parents, even your therapy. He thought you’d been doing better but he’d noticed your downturn in mood lately; how quiet you’d been, how your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, even as you laughed at his and Chim’s jokes.
Buck made his way to Bobby’s office. “Hey Cap, is it alright if me and Eddie swing by y/n’s place?” 
Bobby didn’t miss the concern plastering Buck’s face, being able to read him like a book and knowing something wasn’t sitting right with him. 
“What’s going on?” 
It didn’t take him long to quickly explain his worries, the warning signs, and that he wouldn’t feel okay until he checked on you. 
Bobby mentally kicked himself for not putting it together sooner, knowing the warning signs from his own experiences when Hen and Buck had almost had to break his door down for him years before. “Take one of the med kits and keep me updated.” 
Buck practically flew out of Bobby’s office, calling Eddie as he ran to grab one of the spare medical kits and monitors from the storage closet. 
“I’ll explain on the way, we need to go. Now.”  
“Y/N, can you open the door for us?” 
Buck pulled out his phone, willing his hands to stop shaking so he could unlock the screen and call your number. Eddie leant in closer to the door as they heard your familiar ringtone. With no answer or signs of movement, Eddie pulled out the spare key you’d given him. 
As the pair walked in, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The place was relatively tidy but there was no sign of you being there. Buck called out your name once more, his worry only growing as he was met with silence. 
“Buck…” Eddie’s heart felt as if it were in his throat as his eyes landed on your phone sitting on top of a folded piece of paper on the coffee table where you’d left them.  
Buck’s feet carried him towards your bedroom before his mind could even fully comprehend the note, not even caring to knock as he swung open the door. His breath caught in his throat as he saw your body lying prone on your bed, the small orange pill bottle lying empty and open on your bedside table. 
He couldn’t even hear himself screaming Eddie’s name for help over the pounding in his ears as he ran to the bedside and dropped to his knees. He pressed his fingers into your neck, relief washing over him as he felt your pulse beneath his fingertips. It was slower then he’d have liked, but it was there. 
You felt as if you were floating, vaguely aware of voices around you, hands jostling your body and flipping you onto your back; but your body was too heavy to fight back, the pull of the drugs still keeping you asleep. You felt another set of warm fingers press into the side of your neck, but the darkness was safe. Comforting. 
It wasn’t until you felt the painful sensation of knuckles rubbing up and down the center of your chest that you became more aware of your surroundings. The pain caused you to let out a groan as you sluggishly came back to your senses. 
“That’s it. Open your eyes for me, we’ve got you.” 
Even through the haze, you could recognise that voice anywhere. “Ed…?” 
The knuckles continued to try and rouse you and you would have given anything to smack him away if your arms weren’t so heavy.  
“Yeah. It’s me, I’m here. Buck’s here too. Open your eyes for us.” 
When you finally opened your eyes, you were met with the two men hovering over you. It didn’t take long for the memories to come rushing back; the text messages…the note…the pills. You suddenly became aware of the enormity of what you’d just attempted. You’d tried to kill yourself, and without Buck and Eddie there you very nearly could have succeeded. There was no coming back from that and you knew you’d have to explain yourself. 
You shot up, crashing into Eddie as you wrapped your arms around him, fisting your hands into his t-shirt as every emotion that had built up over the last few weeks burst out. He wrapped his arms around you in return, holding you as you cried, whispering words of comfort and reassurance. 
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you choked out between sobs.  
“Shh, it’s alright, you’re okay. We’ve got you,” you heard Buck say as you felt him rub soothing patterns up and down your back. 
Eventually the sobs died down, turning to small hiccups and you pulled away. Shame suddenly overwhelmed you, your hands and gaze dropping to your lap, not being able to look at either man.    
Eddie reached out slowly, giving you time to back away before he gently squeezed your hands and ducked his head to try and gain your attention. “Y/n?” 
You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you looked up at him; Anger? Annoyance? Disgust? But you were only met with his soft and understanding expression. 
“I’m really sorry sweetheart. I know this is the last thing you want right now, but with the pills you took I need you to let me or Buck take a look at you. I know that you know what kinds of effects they can have on your body and so I know you know it's important we get a set of vitals on you and see what’s going on with your heart and breathing. Do you think we can get you settled on the couch so we can check you over?” 
You looked between him and Buck, being met with twin concerned expressions and nodded, knowing it needed to be done. 
“Thank you,” Eddie replied as he gave your hands another squeeze. 
The pair moved to either side of you as they helped you swing your legs off the bed and kept you steady as you stood. They stayed still for a moment, letting you gain your balance, before leading you to the couch in the living room. 
Once settled, Buck pulled the blanket from the back of the couch, wrapped it around your back and took the seat next to you, offering out his hand. You took it gratefully, needing all the strength you could get to get you through Eddie’s exam. 
He began with a few questions. How many pills you took, how you were feeling physically and if you had any symptoms. Thankfully the vitals were quick and after a few more tears, he set the equipment off to the side and took your other hand. “I’m happy your vitals are stable for now. I’d be happier if you got checked out at the hospital, but…” 
“No…” your panic began to rise at the thought of hospitals, doctors and nurses. 
A squeeze from Eddie’s hand grounded you enough for him to continue, “But,  I understand if you don’t want that,” he added quickly, knowing your previous experiences with hospitals. 
“Me and Buck would come with you and we could call it an accidental overdose, no one would need to know the details. It’d just be so we can get you checked medically, but I can’t and am not going to force you.” 
“I can’t.”  
“Okay, if we’re not going to the hospital then I have a few conditions. I’m going to keep an eye on your vitals until the pills wear off, but if anything changes we will have to call an ambulance. I’m also going to set up some fluids to help flush your system and make you something to eat. How does that sound?” 
You were terrified at the thought of more vitals, needles and eating; but you knew the alternative would be a lot worse. You trusted Eddie and Buck with your life, and another glance between the pair had you agreeing to his terms. 
Buck was next to speak, offering distraction as Eddie began gathering the supplies he needed to start the IV. “Have you got an appointment with your therapist coming up any time soon?” 
“Yeah. I’ve got an appointment the day after tomorrow.” 
“That’s good.” 
He kept up the conversation, talking about anything that came to mind, Eddie chipping in here and there.  
“Almost ready here,” Eddie interrupted, “Where’s best for you to have the IV?”  
You held out your preferred arm, turning away to Buck for distraction as he cleaned the area. Before you knew it, Eddie had the fluids up and running. With nothing more to do for the moment, the room fell silent. 
“Do you want to talk about it?” Eddie asked, being the first to broach the subject. 
You fiddled with the tape on your IV for a minute, not sure whether you wanted to open that can of worms or not. “Not really. I don’t know. I’m a little embarrassed and know it was dumb and I could have come to any of you, but I just couldn’t see a way out for a minute there.” 
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I’d be surprised to find someone today who hasn’t been affected by poor mental health,” Eddie replied, “and I don’t need to tell you that any of us would have dropped everything to help you.”  
The three of you talked more while the fluids ran through. Buck had already updated Bobby who’d promised to come by after shift, asking Eddie and Buck to stay with you as he called in cover for them. Buck made you all something to eat so you wouldn’t feel alone, while Eddie kept an eye on you and got a few more sets of vitals. 
True to his word, a few hours later Bobby appeared, taking the seat beside you as he pulled you into his chest and held you close. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you were struggling sooner,” he whispered only for you to hear.  
“Do the others know?” 
“No,” Bobby shook his head, “and they don’t have to know, unless you tell them. They just think you’ve got a bad case of the flu.” 
“I’m sorry,” you let out after a few moments of silence. 
“You don’t have to be. I’ve been there before. After my family died I had a plan and if it weren’t for Buck, Hen and the rest of you…I wouldn’t be here. They got me through and we’ll get you through. It’s what family does.” 
You let out a shaky breath, “So. What happens now?” 
“That’s up to you. Do you think it would be a good idea to take some time off work?” 
“No. Isolating myself just makes things worse. Not having anything to do tends to make me spiral a little.” 
The pair of you agreed on a plan. A few days off to recover, continuing with your therapist and checking in with either him, Buck or Eddie if you felt yourself slipping again. Buck offered to let you stay with him, not wanting you to be alone and wanting you where he could keep an eye on you for the night. You knew the road to recovery was only just beginning, but you felt a little lighter with your family by your side. 
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oneshotnewbie · 1 year
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Athena and f reader. They've worked together for a year, both harboring feelings for the other. Reader takes a bullet for Athena, and as she Lays in her arms, waiting for the paramedics, she loos into Athenas eyes and admits how she feels.
A/n: hope you like it, anon ♥
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It was a gunshot and Athena´s scream that filled and echoed through the deserted and silent streets, slowly dying in the darkness of the night. The flickering blue beacons of the police car behind you gave off the faintest light for the brunette to deduce that a rapidly enlarging blood-red smudge was spreading across your chest.
"Y/n.." she watched you intently, with that look on her face that was unlikely for her. Her eyes were wide open, pupils extremely dilated as her body was tensed and restless, almost trembling with fear.
Your gaze dropped to the spot where your uniform was beginning to soak up your blood and slowly, you dragged yourself forward to your best friend. The view in front of your eyes was disturbed by tiny black spots, which became more persistent and mixed with the slowly developing dizziness to an uncomfortable and unsafe feeling.
You felt your reserves of strength disappearing and leaving you and you were brought to your knees by this quickly occurring weakness. Before your body could reach the cold ground, two hands quickly slipped under your arms and caught you. "I´ve got you."
Gently, almost in slow motion, she pulled your increasingly heavier body onto the sidewalk and, as carefully as she could be, attempted to sit on it so that you came to rest on top of her. Laying in the arms of Athena, who pressed a hand to your chest to desperately stop the bleeding, you watched her screaming for help over the radio. "OFFICER DOWN! I NEED A BUS! NOW!"
"-thena." you said hollowly; your body shaking uncontrollably as your eyelids began to grow heavier with each second that passed. A small puddle formed on the floor beneath you, one of your own blood. "Don´t talk. Save your energy, sweetheart."
Even if no sound of complaint had passed your lips, the brunette only knew from the fine beads of sweat on your forehead that your injury was causing you the deepest and most severe pain. Still, she was pressing even harder on the gunshot wound, making you gasp while your body flinched on top of her- watching the warm blood slip through her fingers.
Too much blood.
She, too, felt shaky and uncomfortable in such a situation. Not only because such a wound was a matter of life and death, but also because it was you who stood in front of her to protect her and save her life.
As Athena bent her head down to you, she clasped your now limp hand tightly in her free one and wiped the tears from her eyes; leaving streaks of your blood clinging to her skin. "Help is on the way, stay awake okay?" she spoke positively and already heard the sirens of the approaching ambulance in the far distance.
She wanted to play the strong one, didn´t want to cry in front of you and make you feel like your story should end here and now- in her arms. But when all that you love in life was about to be ripped away from you, then what could she possibly do?
Nothing helped, no matter how hard you tried to fight the constant and growing tiredness, the immense loss of blood that has taken place in the meantime had only made your body weaker. "It doesn´t hurt anymore." you said above a whisper and Athena´s eyes flickered back to you.
"Hold on, please. I need you." You felt her hold tighten on you and her soft lips pressed against your temple. Your eyes, almost drained of life, turned once more to hers and met a completely destroyed and never before seen facial expression that had been overwhelmed with salty tears.
"I love you, ´thena."
Her heart broke at that statement.
Suddenly, all the anger against the shooter dissipated and only sadness and longing remained.
Your body grew heavy and limp in her hold and the small smile on your lips slowly faded. And then it went black around you; the cold and darkness tore you to your bitter death.
"I love you too, Y/n. I always did."
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travellingdragon · 11 months
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Under the trees - a scene from the chapter 6 of @matan4il's fic When It Is Loved.
This was a fun challenge to figure out but also a lot of effort. Thank you @buffaluff for your help!
Some notes and pictures of my progress below the cut!
This was a good excuse to once again draw Eddie with long hair though in this case the braid is falling down his chest. Buck got to keep the shorter hair but I just had to make it curly.
For the collar my thought process essentially was: it needs to be broad so he can only (be made to) wear one and it needs to be a bit more elaborate since he is the heir to the throne. Then it escalated into a more fairy tale-ish motive of twisting vines and suddenly had some thorns instead of spikes but hey, should do the job I think.
One of the dark shapes in the background is supposed to be a rope btw ^^
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menace-behaviour · 2 years
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Parent-trapping your Best Friend: Ethical Dilemma or Best Idea Eddie Diaz has ever had?
Eddie is having a pretty good day, actually. And he wasn’t even ignoring his Abuela’s words from yesterday! Frank is going to have a fucking field day at Eddie’s next appointment.
Eddie is well-aware that he is irrevocably in love with his best friend. It isn’t a secret that Eddie keeps from himself anymore; It is a truth that empowers him, a love that strengthens rather than drains.
All that Eddie has to do is open his damn mouth and tell him.  
Do you remember how I said that when it came to relationships, Buck was like a golden retriever going downhill on a skateboard? Yeah, so it turns out dogs close their eyes when they do that. If you can’t see what’s going to hurt you, it won’t hurt right? Right?
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Anyway, Eddie was having a pretty good day, even if he was, technically, two minutes late to work. From the bay doors, he can hear a conversation that could fit right in at a high school debate competition: ‘Telling Your Crush That You Like Them: For or Against?’.
“Wait, people actually tell their crushes that they like them?” Eddie asks, the question dripping with sarcasm as he joins Chimney and Ravi in the station locker room. 
“Yes, Eddie, some of us actually know how to communicate effectively,” says Chimney, matching Eddie’s tone. “What the hell do you do about your crushes then, if you don’t tell them?” he asks, leaning against the wall of lockers.
“Well, I made him the legal guardian of my son, in the case of my death, and then I got shot in front of him. That seemed to work,” Eddie surmises, finishing the buttons on his uniform.
Ravi’s head whips up and joins the conversation. 
Eddie likes Ravi; he’s a good kid and a decent firefighter. Surely, he will add something of value to this conversation.
“So, you baby-trapped him?” Ravi accuses, grinning widely.
In the time it takes for his face to fall, Eddie has decided that he no longer likes Ravi.
The incident alarm sounds at that moment, saving Ravi from a t-shirt to the face, and A-shift moves for the truck and ambulance.
“From one man in love with a Buckley to another, I think you should start taking your own advice,” Chimney says, kindly.
“I don’t think there’s a therapist on this planet that could get me to do that,” Eddie huffs, closing his locker door. 
A therapist, definitely not. But Evan Buckley, maybe.
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Buck knows he has more than just ‘best friend’-ly feelings for one (1) Eddie Diaz. And he also knows that making your best friend the legal guardian of your son, when your girlfriend was right there, is not exactly ‘bro’ behaviour. He’s not entirely oblivious, credit where credit is due, but also how the hell is Buck supposed to bring that up in regular conversation?
“Hey, do you need anything from the grocery store? Also, remember how you made me Christopher’s other parent and then we never talked about it again? Oh, and I am in love with you. Can you preheat the oven?”
Buck would be lying if he said he hadn’t considered it. 
And so, Buck has been enduring the sweet torture of micro-dosing domestic bliss for the last God-knows how long, but that is not going to stop him from leaning on the loft railing at the beginning of each shift so he can perfectly time a, totally, coincidental locker room entrance. 
At 2 minutes past 8:00am, Eddie walks into the garage, right on schedule.
After waiting the customary 37 seconds, Buck makes his way down the stairs, stopping just out of sight of the glass walls (seriously, who the hell thought that was a good idea?) when he hears a truly unhinged phrase from Ravi.
“So, you baby-trapped him?” 
Alas, the universe is a fickle deity, and the incident alarm sounds before the ‘DVD-Video’ logo can hit the corner of Buck’s brain and produce a viable thought.
Working on nothing other than muscle memory and ‘baby-trapped’ on loop in his mind, Buck follows Ravi to the engine, joined quickly by the rest of A-shift.
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Hot tip: if you have immense romantic feelings for your best friend, do not become firefighters because when you sit next to them in a fire truck you will be pressed against their side for an absolutely torturous amount of time.
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Their first call was uneventful, and the rest of the shift was quiet fine, mostly basic rescues and straight-forward medical calls. And so Buck finds himself standing in the slowly emptying locker-room with Eddie next to him, allowing the day’s adrenaline to seep out of him with every slow breath. He chances a look at Eddie, just as Eddie does the same. They both smile softly, and Eddie tilts his head toward the door, a silent but permanent invitation. 
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Neither one of them are certain of when their relationship shifted. Perhaps, they were always destined to end up as a family, together and in love. Either way, it has led to the most profound relationship both have ever experienced. A relationship enriched with comfort and desire simultaneously, that both are terrified to damage. But, at the same time it is the kind of relationship that strengthens with every look, word, and action. So, maybe, it isn’t so scary after all when sitting on the perfect couch, Eddie takes Buck’s hand, opens his damn mouth, and tells him how bright the sun shines when Buck is by his side. 
Their family will call them ‘insufferable’ and ‘sickeningly in love’ because they are. But there is safety in love and a truth that strengthens rather than drains.
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Companion Piece to The Husbandification of Evan Buckley - Set between Abuela and TK sections - 950 words
Also available on AO3 - Parent-Trapping Your Best Friend
The Husbandification of Evan Buckley Series - on AO3 (Continuously updating)
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mattzerella-sticks · 1 year
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big enough (ao3)
Buck/Eddie, 1.3k words, GA
Eddie has stepped in to watch Buck so the Buckleys can visit Maddie and Chimney for dinner. However, they were out longer than he expected. When they arrive back to Buck's loft, Christopher and Buck are asleep. Eddie's still up but he's tired.
And a tired Eddie might accidentally reveal something he shouldn't have without realizing it.
           He had just finished washing the dishes when he heard the loft’s front door open behind him. Eddie glanced at the clock on the oven. It was half-past eleven. The Buckleys had stayed at Maddie and Chim’s much later than they planned. “Didn’t think you kids were gonna make it home tonight,” he said, twisting the faucet off and drying his hands on a nearby dishtowel.
           “We tried leaving early, we did,” Margaret began as she handed Phillip her jacket. “But Sang wouldn’t let us go!”
           Phillip took over while she laughed. “It was like every time we’d be about to leave, he’d think of another story and get into it before we could even think of getting up.”
           “It wasn’t until Chimney cut him off from the bar that we could get a word in edgewise.” Margaret finished their explanation, walking further into the room. Her fingers ghosted over the now empty dinner table. “I hope we didn’t impose, keeping you here longer than you expected.”
           Eddie tried playing mad, but he couldn’t keep the guise on his face. Especially with how Margaret batted her eyelashes at him in such a cartoonish manner. “It’s not the latest we’ve ever been here, so you’re good.” He glanced towards his right, the gummy smile on his face shrinking into a softer version of itself. “Though usually I’m more like them.”
           Margaret followed his gaze to where Buck and Christopher were curled around each other on the love seat. It was a recent purchase by the Buckleys. Margaret was insistent on getting him a couch. Buck talked her down to a compromise. The deep green cushions were soft, and it could unfold into an inflatable mattress that Buck had been using during his recovery, his parents using his lofted bed above during their stay.
           “They’re an adorable pair,” Margaret whispered to him.
           Eddie agreed. “Sucks that I have to wake them.”
           “Do you have to?”
           “Chris’s going to a friend’s house early tomorrow morning to work on a science project,” he said, “And I’m sure Buck would rather not sleep in the shape of a question mark the entire night.”
           “If you’re that sure…” Margaret joined her husband by the refrigerator. He’d opened it when Eddie wasn’t looking, rummaging around its contents. “Thank you again for watching him.”
           “Anytime.”
           Eddie advanced on the sleeping pair quietly, tiptoeing closer and closer until he stood above them. He carefully studied the situation. Christopher and Buck were wrapped tightly together that extracting one without waking the other would be difficult. But Eddie wasn’t deterred by this risk. He considered all possibilities and, ultimately, settled on his strategy.
           Unfortunately, it didn’t guarantee one-hundred percent success.
           As Eddie coaxed Christopher into some semblance of consciousness, he felt Buck stirring to life beside him. Eddie cursed silently, to himself. His hands stilled, one wrapped along Buck’s wrist and holding it and his arm in the air. Buck slurred Christopher’s name, then Eddie’s. “It’s okay Buck,” Eddie hushed him. “Go back to sleep. We were just leaving.”
           Buck blinked at him, shifting. He released Christopher a fraction of an inch. “…Stay?”
           “Where? Not like there’s much space in your loft for five people.”
           He whined in response to Eddie’s logic, making Eddie giggle and Christopher slowly open his eyes. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Buck. Before my shift. Is that okay with you?”
           It worked. Buck used his hand, the one kept aloft by Eddie, to pat his cheek and brush his thumb against his stubble. Eddie melted and wished that he could stay because of it. “Dinner,” Buck decisively mumbled, “You stay for…” Buck slipped back under without finishing his thought. He hadn’t needed to. Eddie promised he’d stay for dinner and then head out to the station.
           Eddie helped Christopher stand, fixing his crutches as his son wasn’t quite ready to do so on his own after his nap. “C’mon,” he squeezed Christopher’s shoulders, waiting for him to hold his stare for longer than a few seconds without blinking. “Let’s say bye to the Buckleys, and then we’ll vamoose. Okay?”
           “Okay… dad.”
           “Perfect.” Eddie rose and turned to where he thought Margaret and Phillip would be stationed, by the refrigerator. Instead they were by the table, standing, and their focus was already on them. It was like slamming into a brick wall. Twin expressions of curiosity were on both Margaret and Phillip’s faces. It was obvious now where Buck got it from. Eddie had seen it many times, whenever Buck was tasked with answering a riddle or solving a puzzle. It was an appraisal of pieces, mentally putting them together until an answer formed. From what he could guess, a picture was starting to form for them.
           A stone depressively sank to the depths of his stomach, puncturing a hole in it and letting acid spill loose and burn him all the way down his legs. The heat from it rose and spread across his chest, his neck, and his face.
           His face remained impassive. He wasn’t unfamiliar with tamping down his feelings, whether it be fear, embarrassment, or… other things.
           “Say good night to the Buckleys, Chris.” Eddie spurred Christopher forward, using his son as a shield to keep the older couple at bay.
           “Night Buckleys.”
           They each bid him good night, Margaret even leaning down to kiss him on his crown. Her gaze never left Eddie’s as she did this.
           However, instead of letting Eddie scurry off home like he wanted to, Margaret laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jumped and hated that he had done so. “Eddie…” She murmured his name, speaking so softly he had to strain if he wanted to hear her. “Is there something going on with you and…”
           Eddie laughed. He was two for two at this, at pretending he hadn’t been caught in such an intimate moment with Buck by his own goddamn parents. It was like being a teenager again, and that had sucked the first time. “Buck’s a… Buck’s a cuddly sleeper.” Eddie cringed as he heard what he said. His tongue was heavy in his mouth, and he fumbled to think of something else to add to his defense. “He’s a goofball and… so he’s a little unfiltered when he’s that tired, and yeah it could look like – it might seem like… but it’s not like that.”
           Margaret said nothing. Neither did Phillip. Eddie could see what they thought, based on how they stared at him.
           “Um…” He was left with no other choice now. “I really should be getting Chris to bed, now. Night.”
           Eddie scooped Christopher into his arms and wrangled him, his crutches, and their jackets out of Buck’s loft. He was lucky that his son was too tired to fight him being lugged around like a sack of potatoes, and that he would definitely not remember Eddie making an ass of himself in front of Buck’s parents.
           It’s unlikely they’ll forget what had happened. Eddie will surely remember that short interaction for quite some time, even if he unpacks it in therapy later this week. His therapist knew about his feelings for Buck. He’d come to terms with that, was actually relieved he could share them with someone other than himself.
           But now it’s breached containment. The Buckleys knew.
           If they were anything like their children, then Eddie was about to be dealing with some serious meddling in the future.
           As he buckled Christopher into his truck, Eddie went on a tirade of blame. At them for being there. At Sang for keeping them out late, at Chimney for not stepping in sooner. At Buck for looking and acting so adorable in his half-conscious state that Eddie couldn’t help whatever gooeyness showed on his face. At himself for being so stupidly gooey in front of witnesses.
           Most of all, he blamed the loveseat. If it were big enough that he could sit with them, fall asleep with them, he probably wouldn’t have gotten himself into this mess.
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cross-of-my-calling · 7 months
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Excerpt from Episode 1: Island of Misfit Toys
Bobby sits at the closest table to the edge, a heavy stack of forms before him. From the loft, up close to the vaulted ceiling, he can watch the others working, small shapes, quiet voices and squeaking boots. Bobby glances down off the railing, his shadow vague beneath him on the polished cement flooring. He opens his black notebook. Thirty six names so far. He thumbs through the lined pages, only six of them filled. The other pages are white and clear, carefully numbered along the edges all the way to one hundred and forty eight. The path to his redemption is crawling. Only thirty six names. He closes the book and places his whole hand over it, pressing it flat against the table. He wonders if his words carry up from inside this hall. But he asks God to give him something today. The bell goes off. Car vs tree. The driver is dead on arrival. The 118 is only there for extraction. Maybe it’s a message.
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rainbow-nerdss · 9 months
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🌈to question is to grow🌈
by @rainbow-nerdss
No Archive Warnings Apply
Rating: T
Fandom: 9-1-1
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)
Word Count: 2.7k
Tags: Demisexual Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Implied Sexual Content, Sexual Identity, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Fluff, Pride Parades
Summary:
It’s strange being here. It’s not Eddie’s first time at a Pride parade — he’s worked at one or two before, but it is his first since… Well. Since things changed. The thing is, there’s this knot in Eddie’s stomach. He’s not always aware of it, usually happy to let it sit there, not bothering him unless he pokes at it, but being here… it pokes. or; Eddie is happily in love, but there's still a piece of him he hasn't been able to figure out.
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reachingforaspark · 1 year
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I’ll follow the stars, just to find where you are
“Oh no.” Athena peers out the windscreen, giving voice to the dread that’s been rising steadily since she arrived in Minnesota. “Oh no, no no no no.”
She’s been driving north from St Paul for three hours and the snow banks alongside the highway are only getting taller. Thirty miles have passed since the last town— a cluster of houses so small Athena drove in one side and straight out the other side before she even realised she was supposed to be in a town— and the GPS informing her that she’s nearly at her destination.
Not that she can see it yet, thick forest bracketing either side of the highway.
She’s starting to feel a whole lot less generous towards Maddie Buckley and this whole house swap idea.
Or The Holiday AU- Madney and Bathena edition.
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Big thanks to @911holidayficfest for creating this fun event! So excited to get to share my contribution with you all. 
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firstdegreefangirl · 2 years
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Time to go Home
“Honestly, sometimes I think I love this apartment more than I love you,” Taylor swings her feet from where she’s sitting on Buck’s kitchen island, heels knocking against the cabinet doors. A wine glass rests between her fingers; Buck has lost count of how many times she’s refilled it tonight. 
He doesn’t know when she stopped coming over without drinking. It’s telling, he thinks, that Taylor only seems to keep his company when there’s alcohol involved. 
Or maybe that one goes the other way. He looks at the beer bottle in his own hand, trying to convince himself to put it down. He can’t get himself to let go of the smooth glass. That’s new, but it’s not a constant. He’s perfectly capable of staying sober when he’s with Maddie or Chimney or Hen or Bobby or Eddie.  
But as soon as Taylor gets home from work, he’s offering up drinks. Either one of them had a good day and they’re celebrating, or they’re mourning a hard shift. It’s easier that way: get a little tipsy, fall into bed together, have some mind-blowing sex, rinse and repeat.  
Taylor is buzzed. He can see it in the flush of her cheeks, the way her torso sways as she talks. She doesn’t seem to have noticed that he isn’t listening; she’s still going on about the natural lighting and the stainless steel fixtures and the way the sunrise hits the loft every morning.  
She’s waxing poetic about his apartment, but lately he can’t get more than a habitual “love you too” when they part ways in the morning.  
Well. Drunk words are sober thoughts, right? 
“Keep it.” He cuts her off. 
“What?”  
“The apartment. If you like it so much, then keep it.” The words are out of his mouth almost before the thoughts have cleared his brain. But the more he says, the more he realizes that it’s true, and it’s been a long time coming. “You feel at home here? The place is yours. I’ll sublet what’s left of the lease, and we can move it to your name when you renew it.”  
“Buck … it’s your home.” 
“No, it’s just my residence. Home is where the heart is, right?” 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“It means … this has never felt like home to me, Tay. I thought maybe it could, once upon a time. All the open space, perfect for inviting people over, you know? But … no one ever hangs out here, really, except the two of us.” 
“So, what, you’re moving out? Where are you going to live?” 
“I … I don’t know. But if you love the apartment more than me, it’s yours.” He’s not sure if he means that she loves the apartment more than he does, or that she loves the apartment more than she loves him. 
He’s not sure it matters.  
All he’s sure of is that he doesn’t want to spend another night drinking just so he can stand being around his own girlfriend.  
Ex-girlfriend.  
That’s going to take some getting used to, but he can already tell that it’s more about the sting of another failed relationship than it is about losing Taylor’s place in his life.  
But what was it that he’d said to Eddie, however many months ago? You owe it to her to be honest, and I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who’s not all the way in, and stick it out? 
Maybe it’s his turn to be on the other side of that. Maybe this time, he’s not all the way in.  
Maybe he is all in, but not here.  
Because when Taylor asked him where he’s going to live, there’s only one place that popped into his head. One place he could picture that truly feels like home. 
“Buck …" Taylor tries to protest, but she doesn’t get any further than his name. 
“Don’t,” he says, finally loosening his grasp on the beer bottle. “I’ll get some stuff together for a few nights, and we can figure out how we’re doing the rest of it another day.” 
“If you’re sure.” Buck can’t figure out the emotion behind Taylor’s words, but she’s not arguing with him. So he steps away from the counter, leaving Taylor behind in the kitchen that never really felt like his. 
He takes the stairs two at a time, up to the loft where he pulls a duffle bag out of the closet. He packs his toiletries, a few shirts, a change of jeans and clean underwear.  
As he’s contemplating whether he should toss a hoodie onto the top of the pile, he slides his phone out of his back pocket and types out a text. 
What’re my two favorite guys up to tonight? 
Move night. Wallace and Gromit, I think. Why? Isn’t it date night in? 
Not so much. Long story, might need a place to crash for a few days. Room for one more, if I bring popcorn? 
Always room for you here.  
Buck replies with a thumbs up and a popcorn emoji. Then he slides the bag strap over his shoulder and takes a deep breath. 
It’s time for him to go home. 
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imeasyeitherway · 1 year
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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han Additional Tags: Angst, Whumptober 2022, Not Really Character Death, He gets better, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Pre-Relationship Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, POV Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley Summary:
Eddie’s throat was raw with smoke and overuse, having been screaming Buck’s name since the roof collapsed with him still inside the burning building. Bobby had ordered an immediate evacuation, Eddie already outside when the order came through. Already outside because he had a kid in his arms and Buck had shoved him towards the door, insisting he was right behind them.
There was no way Eddie was going to ever forget the heartstopping fear he had felt when Buck’s answering page had cut off in a cacophony of groaning timber and crackling flames.
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Buck gets trapped at a call and Eddie finds him.
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shesliketexas-17 · 2 years
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Hondo, Jessica, Chris, Victor, and Street for chapter 34 of my 9-1-1 Buddie Sentinel/Guide fic “A Million Pretty Pieces” on A03
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nurse-buckley · 6 months
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Whumptober Day 7
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Prompt: Written for anon but I changed it up a little. Maybe Buck and Eddie go out for drinks and when they leave, heading to their cars, they find reader in the alleyway next to the bar. Possibly mugged and not fully conscious. They start to come around and kind of cower away at first but then realizes they’re helping and clings to them like a lifeline. They go to the hospital and get a better introduction after they’ve been treated and are more alert.
Word Count: 1,489
Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Reader.
Pairing: Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley x Reader (platonic)
Warnings: mugging, attacks and violence.
Summary: Your night off with Buck and Eddie turns to disaster when you're attacked at a bar. Written for day seven of @whumptober for the prompt "alleyway" but it also fits in with "can you hear me?"
Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr​ 
Authors notes: beta'd by the fabulous @firemedicdiaz thank you so much love! Again, I said this yesterday but I really don't make a habit of writing anon requests. Please if you have something you want to request but don't want to be known message me and I can just omit your blog name when I post.
After a long shift, you, Buck and Eddie had decided to head out to the bar. You were all looking forward to a night off to unwind and play a few rounds of pool or darts with a couple of drinks and some good music. 
As the night wore on you began to feel a little overwhelmed by the noise and crowds of the bar, excusing yourself to get some air. The quiet and cool night atmosphere was welcoming as you walked away from the crowded bar. 
Little did you know, the night was about to take a terrifying turn. You had just passed the dimly lit alleyway that ran alongside the bar when two figures emerged from the shadows. Before you could react, the pair lunged forward and dragged you backwards into the alley. Your muffled shout for help was drowned out by the music and commotion from the bar.  
Panic surged through you as they roughly shoved you against the wall. One of the men leaned forward and slammed your hand into the wall to get you to release your phone before he tossed it to his accomplice. The same man then tore the bag from your shoulder, rooting through it to find anything of value. 
You thought their attack would end there, once they realized you didn’t have much to hand over, but unfortunately it didn’t. The attackers, obviously not satisfied with their gains, continued their attack as they took their aggression out on you. Your cries echoed through the night, being drowned out by the sound of the LA nightlife that left the rest of the world oblivious to the attack. 
Your vision blurred as your body was roughly slammed  into the wall once more, causing your head to crack against brick with a sickening thud. Your two attackers watched as your body slumped to the pavement, leaving your body bruised and battered, unconscious on the cold ground of the alleyway as they fled the scene.  
Inside the bar, Buck and Eddie grew concerned at your prolonged absence. “Shouldn’t they be back by now?” Buck asked. 
Eddie pulled out his phone, not noticing any new notifications from you informing him that you’d decided to call it a night. Eddie chewed on his lip with anxiety, “yeah…let’s go.”  
The pair threw a couple of bills down on the bar and abandoned their drinks to begin their search for you. They were walking along the street away from the bar when they heard the sounds of a struggle. As they walked nearer to the alley, they just about made out the figures of two men running away. When they rounded the corner, their hearts almost stopped as they saw a body slumped on the ground. 
There laid your unconscious and beaten body. Eddie skidded to his knees as he knelt beside you, his heart pounding as he pressed two fingers to your neck to feel for a pulse. The pair held their breath until Eddie uttered the words Buck had hoped to hear, “I've got a pulse.” 
The pair shared a sigh of relief at his discovery.  
“Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?” A voice cut through the haze as you felt pressure on your neck causing your eyes to flutter open. 
As you became more aware of your surroundings, you caught sight of two figures standing over you and in your disorientated state you thought the men had come back for you. Fear overtook you as you started to lash out, swatting the hand from your neck away as you sat up, trying to back up against the wall in your attempt to get away. 
Rough hands caught yours causing your panic to rise further until you heard a familiar voice. “No, Y/N. It’s us. It’s Buck and Eddie,” Eddie’s voice was urgent but gentle. 
“We’ve got you. You’re safe now,” Buck added. 
Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized you were safe and despite your injuries you threw yourself forward, clinging onto Eddie. “I thought they’d come back,” you sobbed into his shoulder. 
He could feel your body trembling with fear as he held you close. Buck’s hand came to rest on your back and with the two of them there you felt yourself begin to calm. Buck and Eddie continued to hold you, providing words of comfort and warmth, grounding you as you began to process what had just happened. 
When he felt your breathing even out and sensed that you had calmed some, Eddie finally pulled away to get a closer look at your injuries. He handed Buck his phone, instructing him to hold the flashlight over you as he began his assessment. 
The bright light illuminated your face, revealing your swollen features and the extensive bruising that had begun to form from the attack. 
“I’m just going to have a feel of your neck and back, let me know if there’s any pain,” he informed as he expertly ran his hands down the back of your head. 
You hissed as he pressed on a particularly tender spot. He pulled away, his concern only growing when his fingers came away sticky with blood. 
“Sorry,” he apologized with a tight lipped smile, “I’m just going to have a look here as well,” he said as he picked up your hands, inspecting the grazes from where you’d fallen. 
“Have you got any other pain? Any pain in your chest or stomach?”  
You took a deep breath, pausing when a sharp pain ripped through your torso, “yeah, it hurts when I breathe,” you admitted with a wince.   
He looked at Buck, the pair exchanging a concerned look before he turned back to you, “Y/N, I’m going to call an ambulance for you.” 
“No!” Your panic began to rise once more, “I-I don’t want to go to the hospital. I don’t want to involve the police. I just want to go home. P-please just take me home,” you begged the pair, tears streaming down your face. 
“I know you don’t want to, but your injuries are serious and we need to get you checked out.” 
“Please, can we just go home? You can check me over there,” you continued, trying to convince him. 
Buck stepped in, “I know it’s scary and it's the last thing you want but we need to make sure you’re okay and an ambulance is the best way to do that. We won’t leave you, promise.” 
You hesitated for a moment, torn between just wanting to go home and letting them call the ambulance for you. Deep down you knew it was the best option so you finally nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you agreed, “okay…call them.” 
“Thank you,” Eddie squeezed your hand as he nodded for Buck to call for help. 
Buck dialed the number and explained the situation, requesting the help you so desperately needed. After he’d finished with 911 he hung up and called Bobby and Athena, informing them of what happened and knowing you’d be more comfortable with Athena than a police officer you didn’t know.  
The wailing of sirens approached in the distance, signaling the arrival of the paramedics who were quickly at your side. You could feel your anxiety begin to grow as you saw them approach. 
Eddie and Buck remained nearby as the paramedics began their assessment, carefully examining your injuries and stabilizing your condition. As they prepared to move you, you reached out your hand for the pair, your voice trembling.   
“Don’t leave me,” you whispered. 
“We’re not going anywhere,” he promised. 
The medics allowed them to travel with you, recognising them from another rescue and understanding your reluctance to be alone. 
Buck and Eddie walked beside you, never leaving your side as you were loaded onboard and began your journey towards the hospital and towards healing. 
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Unwrap Me
Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Buddie, Eddie Diaz x Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley AO3   Masterlist
Summary: It’s the day after Christmas and Eddie’s alone in the house and bored out of his mind, so he decides to go to Buck’s apartment. What he finds there is not exactly what he was expecting, but he’s definitely not complaining.
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A/N: Just before we start, this prompt was given to me by the lovely @virahaus so this one is for you <3 And I know you’ve been waiting so long for it, thanks for being patient with me an thanks for reading all my fics! Love you <3
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     By 1pm on the day after Christmas, Eddie was already bored out of his mind. Chris was spending the day at his Abuela’s house and then staying the night, so Eddie had dropped him off early that morning, cleaned the house, and was now sitting on the couch twiddling his thumbs. 
     Christmas day had been as exciting as it always was, and it was made even more special this year since Buck had spent it with them as well. He came over early, before Chris had even woken up, helped Eddie make a huge breakfast feast, stayed to watch Chris open his presents and played with him and all of his new toys, then settled on the couch with them after a big turkey dinner to watch Christmas movies until Chris fell asleep across their laps. After they had carried Chris to bed and tucked him in, Buck insisted on staying to help clean up the mess from dinner, then went back to his apartment before midnight. And after having a house full of chaos the day before, Eddie was feeling very alone in the overly quiet house.
     “You know what, fuck it,” he said to himself, then jumped up off the couch and grabbed his keys.
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     “Hey, Buck? You home?” Eddie used the key Buck had given him to let himself into the apartment, closing the door behind him as he called out a second time and walked a bit further inside. “Buck? Sorry I just showed up without warning, Chris is with Abuela and I was bored at home, figured we could hang out or something, I brought beer? Buck?”
     He could hear a faint rustling sound coming from upstairs as he walked over to throw the beer in the fridge. “Buck? You upstairs?”
     Something hit the floor hard, getting Eddie's immediate attention. A second louder crash had him whipping his head toward the stairs when a loud, “Shit!” followed.
     “Buck?!” Eddie ran up the stairs two at a time, worry running through his veins that Buck had hurt himself somehow, or his old leg injury was causing him trouble again. “Buck, are you alright?!”
     “Don't-don't come up!”
     But Eddie was already at the top of the stairs and turning toward the bed. “What was that crash, are you alri-” Eddie stopped mid sentence when he rounded the bed and found Buck kneeling on the floor in front of him, in quite a compromising situation. 
     He was on his knees beside the bed, staring up at Eddie, picking up the contents of the box that had clearly been the source of the noise, a box filled with various sex toys. Buck's face was flushed almost as red as a tomato as he met Eddie's wide eyes, and his face flushed an even darker shade of red when Eddie looked to the side and found the vibrator that was still on where it laid on the sheets of the bed. Then Buck stood abruptly and it was Eddie's turn to blush furiously. Now that Buck was fully standing in front of him, Eddie could see that he was wearing lingerie, a pink babydoll that fit him oh so perfectly. It flared open in the front, revealing the toned muscles of his stomach, the light pink of the silk fabric contrasted with the tanned tone of his skin. As his eyes gazed further down his knees almost buckled when they reached the matching underwear, hugging Buck’s thighs and his every curve, and the sheer see through fabric quite literally left nothing to Eddie's imagination. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away.
     The sudden hitch of Buck's breath was what eventually made Eddie look back up, and now he was faced with a teary eyed Buck. Eddie's heart dropped at the sob that escaped his lips and he reached out to touch Buck, but before he could he had dodged his hands and ducked past him to run into the bathroom and locked the door. 
     Eddie could hear him crying through the door, which panicked him all the more, and in seconds he had crossed the room to knock on the door. “Buck? Buck, come out, or at least open the door and let me in.” There was no response, only the continued sound of Buck’s laboured breathing, so he knocked again. “I just want to make sure you didn't hurt yourself, Buck, please let me in.”
     He waited a few more seconds with his head tilted towards the door, leaning on it slightly, and now he couldn't hear anything anymore. He was about to just break the door down when suddenly it was reefed open and Buck was barging past his stumbling self. 
     He turned to Buck, seeing that he was now fully clothed in a button up and some sweats he must have grabbed from the laundry basket in the bathroom, but Buck refused to turn back and make any kind of eye contact. “Buck, can you please just answer my question so I know you're okay?” Buck stopped his movements and stood stock still in the middle of the room, his back still to Eddie and his head down. “Did you hurt yourself? I don't know what you were using when I came in, and I'm sorry for barging into the house and interrupting you, but I heard a crash and you shouting so I need to know if you hurt yourself in any way. I don't care what you were doing or using, Buck, I just want to know you're okay.”
     “I’m fine,” he answered shortly, “I didn't hurt myself.”
     “You're sure?” Buck only nodded, and Eddie sighed. “Buck, please don't be mad, I'm so sorry I-”
     “I… I’m not mad, Eddie, I'm just… super embarrassed,” his voice heightened as he got to the end of the sentence, and Eddie could see his shoulders shaking as he started to cry again, “I never wanted anyone to see that, I never wanted anyone to know that I… that I like to wear that kind of stuff, I've never even talked to Maddie about this before and I talk to her about everything.”
     “Buck…”
     “I bought that stupid lingerie as a dumb Christmas gift for myself and I never should have,” Buck continued, finally turning to Eddie but still not looking up to meet his eyes, “god I’m such an idiot!”
     “Buck,” Eddie said, a bit firmer this time and successfully getting his attention, “you're not an idiot, not at all, I thought you looked absolutely beautiful.”
     Buck's eyes widened and his jaw went slack. That was the last thing he had expected to hear from Eddie, instead he had been prepared for all kinds of teasing, but this… this was completely unexpected.
     Buck's sudden and unusual speechlessness spurred Eddie forward, his eyes once again roaming over Buck’s body, then something caught his eyes. Once he was in front of Buck, almost flush with his body, he reached a hand up to the top of Buck’s shirt, tucking his fingers underneath and running them along the small piece of pink lace he could see peeking out of his shirt. 
     Buck’s eyes closed as Eddie moved a little closer and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “You still have it on under this?” Buck nodded, unable to say anything at all. Then Eddie moved to the side a bit, slotting their legs together as he ran one hand down the buttons of the shirt, over his stomach. Buck’s hips jolted forward when Eddie tucked his hand down the front of his sweatpants, and a filthy moan escaped his lips, his head thrown back as Eddie cupped his now fully hard cock through the sheer underwear and squeezed. “Why are you hiding how sexy you look under all these unnecessary clothes? Take them off, now.”
     Buck did not need to be told twice. He very quickly removed his pants, kicking them somewhere to the side, while Eddie's hands made fast work of the buttons on his shirt. It very soon joined the track pants wherever they went, and as soon as Buck was standing there in only the lingerie, Eddie's lips were on his and his hands were roaming his entire body, clinging to Buck like he was a lifeline. His strong hands caressed his shoulders, his back, his butt, his thighs. They ran over every last piece of lace and the sheer fabric of the underwear while Eddie's tongue mapped out every inch of Buck's mouth, swallowing every moan he let slip past his defenses. 
     Buck reluctantly pulled back for a moment, only long enough to smirk as he said, “There is currently an unfair ratio of clothes per person here. Your turn.”
     Eddie smirked back, lifting his arms in the air as he said, “Take them, then,” and Buck all but ripped the shirt over Eddie's head. As soon as the shirt was out of the way, Buck lunged forward to take his lips again while his hands reached down to undo his pants and shove them to the ground. Once they were past his knees, Eddie stepped out of them and into Bucks' space, walking him back to lay on the bed with Eddie hovering over him. 
     His eyes raked hungrily over Buck’s body beneath him, over his pecs bulging out of the lingerie, down to the muscles of his abs peeking out where the silk had fallen to either side of his stomach, down to the sheer underwear where Eddie could see Buck’s already hard and leaking cock through them. He ran his hand down Buck’s chest and stomach, once again stopping to cup Buck’s cock and press his palm hard against it. Buck arched his back and threw his head back in a dirty moan, and Eddie took the chance to lean down and suck a dark red mark over his collarbone while Buck rucked up into his hand. 
     When he was finished with the mark he lifted his head just enough to slide up and whisper into Buck’s ear, “Do you know how long I've wanted this, Buck, to have you writhing underneath me like this, to hear how good I can make you feel.” Buck only arched his back further and clung harder to Eddie's shoulders. “You're finally mine, Buck, all mine. Say it, I want to hear you say it.”
     Eddie palmed harder at Buck’s straining cock, making it increasingly more difficult for Buck to force words past the constant string of moans. “Yours, Eddie, I-ah, I'm all yours.”
     Eddie hummed and moved to place a sweet kiss on Buck’s lips before asking, “And what about me?”
     Buck smirked up at him, “And you're all mine, finally.” He bucked up into Eddie's hand and the friction was almost enough to make him come right there, but then Eddie moved his hand away and Buck was left whining and chasing after the friction.
     “Easy, cariño,” Eddie soothed as he sat back to remove his underwear, revealing his own hard and straining cock, “I've got you, baby.”
     But Buck wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying anymore, his eyes were now fixed on Eddie's cock, hard and leaking and Buck was sure he was going to combust right there. He had dreamed of this so often, of having Eddie, of Eddie wanting him in return. It had been a dream he had so much in fact, that he couldn't believe this was actually real.
     The slow drag of Eddie's hand along his side pulled Buck back to the present and he looked up at Eddie who was hovering over him again. “Hey, you alright?”
     “Yeah,” Buck breathed, lifting his hands to cradle Eddie's face, “I just can't believe this is really happening, I… I've loved you for so long, I just thought you'd never want this between us.”
     “We're obviously both the biggest idiots on the planet then,” Eddie laughed, “because I've had this exact dream more than once.”
     “Me too.”
     “Well then, cariño,” Eddie said as he moved to slot himself between Buck’s spread legs, “let's make both of our dreams come true.”
     He closed the gap between them and took Buck's mouth in a filthy kiss, grinding down into Buck in a steady rhythm as he swallowed each one of his moans every time their cock’s met. Then Buck lifted a hand to start pulling down the straps that were still keeping the lingerie in place over his shoulders, but a strong firm hand came up to abruptly stop his movements. He pulled back from Eddie's lips and stared at him, a sudden lust and hunger in his eyes that Buck had never seen before, but had his stomach in knots at the sight of it. 
     Then Eddie lifted the hand he was holding between them and placed it firmly above Buck’s head, his eyes never leaving his the whole time. Once Buck's hand was in place and unmoving, he ran his own hand along Buck's arm, down his neck and over his shoulder to hook the strap into his finger. “Oh no, baby,” Eddie growled at him, which sent an all new sensation running through Buck's entire body, “this stays on.”
     Buck groaned and Eddie moved to continue attacking his neck, slowly moving down to his chest, then he took the pink lace that was pulled taught over Buck’s pec between his teeth and pulled it down to reveal a pink and perked nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, grinding down against Buck when he arched his back, then pulled back and dragged his teeth slowly over his nipple. The sounds that were coming from Buck were glorious, heaven. He knew Buck would be beautiful like this, made even more so by the pink lingerie he was wearing, but all of his dreams could have never come close to the real thing.
     “Buck,” Eddie panted into the crook of his neck, “lube?”
     “Don't need any,” he answered, sounding just as breathless as Eddie, “I was prepping myself for the vibrator when you came in, I’m ready.”
     Eddie moaned and his hips bucked forward at the image of what he had just missed out on seeing before he barged into the apartment, if only he’d gotten there just a few minutes sooner. He would have seen Buck, leaned forward on the bed, ass in the air and preparing himself, his hand tucked into the sheer underwear while he stretched himself open. Eddie could barely contain himself anymore, he needed to be inside Buck.
     “Condom?” Buck just shook his head and wrapped his arms tighter around Eddie's shoulders, digging his face into his neck. “Are you sure, Buck?”
     “I'm sure, Eds, I want this.”
     That was Eddie's breaking point. He let loose a guttural moan as he lifted himself up to sit back enough to get Buck’s underwear off, but it was just not happening as easily as he had planned it. “What the hell?!” He growled through gritted teeth as he looked down at them. Earlier his eyes had only been pulled to the sheer material that revealed Buck’s cock to him, but now that he wanted to unwrap his present, he couldn't figure out how. “There are so many strings! How far up do they go?” He asked, lifting the fabric of the top half and finding that they criss crossed over Buck’s hips and a bit up his sides.
     “Just pull them down, Eddie.”
     “I’m trying!” He grunted and gave a good pull, but all it did was drag Buck along with the underwear, making Buck laugh as his ass collided with Eddie’s knees. “I can't figure this out. Is it tied somewhere?”
     “Ed’s, there's-” Buck laughed again as Eddie gave the underwear another few tugs, obviously very eager to get them off, “Eddie, there's clips, there's clips!”
     “Where?!”
     “At the back!” Buck laughed again, but then yelped as Eddie grabbed his hips and in one swift move flipped him over onto his stomach. 
     His hands worked hard to try and find the clips Buck was talking about, but there was so much lace and so many intertwined strings that he just couldn't, and he was seconds away from losing his mind. He wanted Buck. So he grabbed Buck’s hips again and manhandled him back over to his back, and in a last ditch desperate effort he reached down to grab the strings on both sides of Buck’s hips and pulled. With a grunt he managed to rip the underwear nearly completely off of Buck. One half was thrown onto the floor with the rest of the clothes and the other half was now hanging off of Buck's thigh, but he still managed to successfully remove the garment that was greatly in his way of getting what he wanted.
     “Jesus, Eddie,” Buck breathed, eyes wide as he looked up at him, “that was hot.”
     “Oh just wait, cariño, that's nothing.” 
     Buck didn't have to wait very long for Eddie to get started, gasping when he reached down between Buck’s cheeks and felt the lube still slicking his hole, then pushed in a single finger. Feeling that he was as loose as he said he was, Eddie pulled out and added a second, and then a third on the next thrust and Buck was already a writhing moaning mess beneath him.
     “Eds… Eds, stop teasing,” Buck moaned, pushing himself down onto Eddie's fingers, “get inside me.”
     Eddie removed his fingers then had to take a second to calm himself down before he lost his control before he even started. Then he reached his hand down and spread the lube he’d collected from fingering Buck, and slicked up his cock as much as he could, lined himself up, and leaned forward on his elbows inches from Buck’s face.
     “Are you ready?”
     “Yeah,” Buck breathed against his lips, “I am so ready.”
     Eddie leaned down and kissed him, his tongue delving into Buck’s mouth, and in one steady glide he pushed all the way in. They both moaned into each other's mouths, eyes closed and breathing laboured as Eddie gave Buck time to adjust, as well as giving himself a moment so this wasn't over in a second. 
     “Eds, move, I don't want to go slow- ah!” 
     Buck’s head was thrown back against the pillow and his back arched off the bed and into Eddie. He took no time in picking up a hard and fast pace of thrusting, his hips rutting against Buck’s ass, the sharp slap of skin on skin mixing with their moans and grunts of each other's names.
     Eddie stopped his thrusting for a split second, long enough to reach down and ruck up the hem of the lingerie so Eddie could feel the skin of Buck's chest against his own. Once they were flush against each other again Eddie reached one hand up to grab the headrest of Buck’s bed, the other reaching down to hike Buck’s leg over Eddie's hip, then he started up his rapid rhythm again. 
     “Oh Buck, baby,” he moaned and moved to suck another mark into his neck, “you look so beautiful in this.”
     Buck groaned, feeling that familiar sensation, the shaking in his thighs warning him that he was close. And he could feel it in Eddie too, his hips were starting to stutter and break rhythm, they were both on edge and wouldn’t last much longer. “You know,” he breathed into Eddie’s ear between moans, “it's not the only one I have, and if you want, I'll let you pick the next one.”
     That was it for Eddie. He dipped his head further into the crook of Buck's neck, using the grip he had on the headboard to push himself deeper and harder into Buck, and it only took a few more thrusts until Eddie stilled, his body and hips pressed up against Buck and he was coming inside him. Buck followed less than a second later, a screamed “oh Eddie!” escaped him as he came between them.
     Eddie collapsed on top of Buck, both of them desperately trying to control their breathing, but eventually Eddie lifted himself back up again onto his elbows. He moved one of his hands to cup Buck’s cheek’s and ran his thumb back and forth across his cheek. “Buck, that was…”
     “Perfect,” he finished, lifting his own hand to run through Eddie’s hair, scratching at the back of his neck, “I didn't think-”
     “But I do, Buck,” Eddie said, “I've loved you for a long time.”
     “Why didn't you say anything?” Buck asked.
     “I was worried. I didn't want to say something wrong and risk losing you,” he smiled down at Buck, “but despite wishing that I had said something sooner and we could have been doing this all this time, I am very glad that I decided to barge into your apartment today. You in lingerie is a look I could get used to coming home to.”
     “Yeah?” Buck said, lifting up to kiss him, “But I do have to say that I don't have the budget to be replacing them every time you get impatient.”
     Eddie laughed, looking down at the piece of the sheer underwear still hanging off of Buck's thigh. “Yeah, sorry about that. I'll buy you a new one.” Then he eyed Buck, running his hand over the lingerie top that he was still wearing. “I do wonder how you'd look in blue.”
     Buck crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer and whispered against his lips, “In the closet, on the left side, there's a box that has all of my lingerie, and I know for sure that there is a blue one in there. It's completely see-through and comes wrapped in a ribbon that could work very well in the place of handcuffs.” He heard Eddie's breath hitch, then lifted up a little further. “Maybe from behind this time, on my knees with my hands tied to the headboard.”
     Eddie groaned into his mouth as he kissed him, then pulled back and said, “On the left side of the closet you said?”
     Buck nodded, then laughed as Eddie leaned down to plant one more kiss on his lips before he was jumping off the bed and running to the closet. Buck sunk back into the pillows, completely wrecked and as happy as he had ever been. Best Christmas ever.
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A/N: Part 5 of Buddie Ficmas coming in hot! Thank you @virahaus for the deliciously smutty prompt! If anyone wants to be tagged for the last Buddie Ficmas prompt or if you’d like me to tag you in the past prompts, just let me know and I would love to tag you! And as always, thanks for reading <3
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travellingdragon · 2 years
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Eddie with long hair!
Inspired by a very very good fic by @hmslusitania (Leave the Light On (I'll Be Coming Home)) and photos of Ryan Guzman with long hair that I stumbled across ^^'
Spoilers for the fic below!!!
Technically speaking the description of Eddie is
"His hair’s a little longer and he hasn’t put anything in it. He’s been lazier about shaving, too, and the stubble on his jaw is thicker than usual. And he’s thin" (chapter 4)
so I think I made the hair a bit too long but well...
When I was drawing I had to think of this scene:
"'I know you, too,' Eddie tells him, and for some reason, that makes Buck look like he’s going to tear up again." (chapter 5)
which made me go feral when I read it.
And to draw this I took a screenshot of the scene in the hospital where Eddie tells Buck about his will.
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racerchix21 · 5 months
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Weekend WIP Game
Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)
Tagging: @sinderellanightwolf, @nextstopwonderland & whoever else wants to play
1. WIP List
- Rock and a Hard Place - Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley
- Friends Don’t -Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley
- Babies, Boyfriends and Other Things That Start with B -Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley
- Goes Like This - Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley
- In Case You Didn’t Know - Eddie Diaz/Evan Buckley
- Doing Something Stupid - Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins
- Five More Minutes - Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams
- For You - Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams
- The One - Jack Dalton/Angus MacGyver
- Words I Couldn’t Say - Jack Dalton/Angus MacGyver
- Once Upon A Never Again (or at least that’s what I keep telling myself) [Ambrollintyre]
- It Ain’t My Fault - Ryan Wolfe/Eric Delko
- Rumor - Maddie Buckley/Howie “Chimney” Han
- This is what forever feels like - Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams
2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?
- Five More Minutes. It’s like 1500 words right now and it’s nowhere close to being finished
3. Which WIP do you expect to end up the longest?
- Either Babies, Boyfriends and Other Things That Start With B, Friends Don’t or Five More Minutes
4. Which WIP is your favorite to write/most enjoyable to write? Why?
- Babies, Boyfriends and Other Things That Start With B. It’s Buck accidentally acquiring a baby and Eddie coming along for the ride. Buck pulls an Eddie Diaz and baby traps Eddie. I mean the idea of Buck babytrapping Eddie is fun to explore plus dad Buck is adorable.
5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?
- Once Upon A Never Again (or at least that’s what I keep telling myself) because I’ve never written Drew McIntyre before nor have I written a story where it’s 2 separate relationships becoming a single relationship. Dean & Drew are like polar opposites and there’s a lot of arguing about who knows Seth the best.
6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about? Why?
- For You or This is what forever feels like because there’s a great deal of PTSD and I’m not overly familiar with either in the context of the stories.
7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?
- probably none of them. Literally because I have no idea who I’d ask
8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?
- yes literally all of them that aren’t related to 9-1-1 🤣🥴
9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?
- none of them so far have OCs
10. Which WIP is the sexiest?
- Smut? None of them because I suck at writing it. But I have to say that Babies, Boyfriends and Other Things That Start with B is hands down because Evan Buckley with a baby is hot as hell.
11. Which WIP is the angstiest?
- Words I Couldn’t Say because it’s all told from Mac’s POV with Jack leaving for the Kovacs mission
12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?
- Friends Don’t or Babies, Boyfriends and Other Things That Start with B
13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?
- Five More Minutes
14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?
- Friends Don’t & Once Upon A Never Again (or at least that’s what I keep telling myself)
15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?
- Babies, Boyfriends and Other Things That Start With B
16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?
- Yes, Friends Don’t
17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?
- For You or This is what forever feels like because there’s a great deal of PTSD and I’m not overly familiar with either in the context of the stories. (Yes I’m repeating an answer)
18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?
- Babies, Boyfriends and Other Things That Start With B
19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?
- Once Upon A Never Again (or at least that’s what I keep telling myself) Roman has a bit of dialogue
20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.
- They are/were all hyperfixations 🤣🙃
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themadhalewrites · 2 years
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Just Fall In Love
Fandom: 9-1-1
Character/s Included: Maddy Buckley, Evan Buckley, Josh Russo and Reader
Word Count: 155
Glass of wine in hand Maddie sat on Buck’s couch like she does every week to vent about her two co-workers that were hopelessly in love with each other.
“This week was full of tension between them, especially on Thursday during the blackout” Maddie sighed before taking a sip of her wine.
Putting his beer bottle on the coffee table Buck responded, “more so then the earthquake?”
“About the same, Josh checked on Y/N after every call and kept an eye on her even though it was just a blackout.”
“What about Y/N? How was she during all this?”
“She focused on work but between calls she would either look at Josh and look away when he looked at her or daydreaming about god knows what.”
“Probably daydreaming her life with Josh.”
Highly likely.” Maddie took a breath before sighing out, “Gosh they just need to admit they love each other and fall in love.”
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