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fortheloveofbuddie · 7 months

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Fuck It Friday

Tagged by my lovelies @daffi-990 and @jesuisici33 💗

Yet another continuation of my little mini series: When Hearts Collide (Can I Take Your Hand?)

Will be tagged by the series name from now on ✨

Find the prev eps here and here

Eddie’s mouth seemed to dry up on the spot and he blinked a few times, trying to grasp the question that Buck had just asked him.

The fact that he had asked for permission to kiss him instead of just doing it, sent shivers down Eddie’s spine and it wasn’t until Buck spoke again that he realized that he hadn’t answered yet.

“Eddie?” Buck chuckled softly, playing with Eddie’s fingertips.

“I’m sorry, what?” Eddie said as his eyes never left Buck’s plump lips.

Pink, plump lips that had been on his mind before. Maybe not always as innocently as this time, he couldn’t deny that.

Buck slowly retracted a hand from Eddie’s and lifted his head up, a finger placed beneath his chin, which allowed Eddie to somewhat focus again.

“I asked if it would be alright if I kissed you”

Buck’s voice sounded like a little bit impatient yet also playful, Eddie’s reaction amusing him. Yet it filled him with immense joy when he watched Eddie’s face light up in a warm, heartfelt smile.

“I always convinced myself that I would be the one who would make the first move”

The words out of Eddie’s mouth were barely a whisper, like only he and Buck existed in this moment.

“Is that so?”

Buck’s hand wandered from Eddie’s chin to the side of his face, cupping his strong jaw.

“Yes” Eddie mumbled, feeling himself grow weak at Buck’s touch.

Over the years, Buck had always made an effort to touch Eddie in any way that he could.

A firm hand on his shoulder, fingertips brushing across his lower back, thighs pressed together in the fire engine whenever they were going out on a call, a careful grab on his hips after ending a hug.

Not to mention the eye contact that always lingered. Eddie had caught Buck looking at him so many times with immense affection radiating through his entire being.

This touch was gentler than all the other times and the soft look on Buck’s face definitely didn’t make it easier for Eddie’s knees to stay steady.

“Well I hate to tell you this but you’re wrong”

Buck grinned before he leaned in, allowing his lips to lock with Eddie’s in a long expected kiss.

It took Eddie about half a second to return the kiss, his arms subconsciously wrapping around the back of Buck’s neck, his heart beating hard and fast against his ribs.

Buck’s lips were like an actual piece of heaven; warm, alluring, even slightly wet and they tasted sweet, a hint of his vanilla flavored chapstick lingering.

Eddie had always teased him about that stupid chapstick yet now, it was the perfect one for him.

He felt Buck’s hands on his hips, his grip tightening as the kiss went on, his body almost trembling as he got to touch and taste him like this.

“God, I’m so in love with you, Evan” Eddie softly breathed out against Buck’s lips, not wanting the moment to come to an end.

He didn’t even realize the words that came out of his mouth until he saw Buck’s face beaming in a wide and elated expression.

The two of them were almost completely entangled, not minding the world around them despite being the middle of a parking lot. It didn’t matter who saw them, all that mattered was this.

This kiss, the soft embrace and the love that was clearly between them, a love than was more than just friendly. A love that had been forged by leaning on each other for emotional support, safety and unconditional love through all of the traumatic experiences that they had shared. It felt unbreakable because they had built a bond up like this, worked through all of their struggles, both professionally and personally.

As he slowly unwrapped himself from Buck, Eddie felt a sense of peace and comfort in knowing that he hadn’t just been imagining things.

“How-… how long?” Buck was now the one to feel shy and Eddie let his hands find Buck’s again, his lips almost tingling from their kiss.

“Almost from the beginning of it all. So uh-… five years” Eddie explained and without hesitation, placed another warm kiss on Buck’s lips, knowing that he was allowed to do that now.

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maxbegone · 2 years

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1.08 → 3.18

→ for @justlina

#justalina #tk strand #owen strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #lonestardaily #tkstrandedit #tkstrandsource #tarlosedit #carlosreyesedit #owenstrandedit #911lsedit #lonestaredit #request #911 verse #911 ls parallels #*#my edit

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jddryder · 1 year

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EDDIE ICONS & BUDDIE HEADERS.

requested by @ajunerose

9 headers / 640x360

3 icons in 2 shapes / 150x150

please like or reblog if you save or use.

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drinkcrywrite · 1 year

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6.04 | 6.08

[image description: 4 large gifs of Buck and Eddie from 911 Fox. The first 2 are from 604 and the second 2 are from 408. Gif 1: A shot of Eddie sitting next to Chimney and Hen at the firehouse table. He turns to look at Buck over his shoulder and says, "Notice you're being awfully quiet over there, Buck. Christopher hasn't said anything to you about these little secrets, has he?" Gif 2: A shot of Buck looks dazedly at Eddie, pointing at himself. He says, "Uh, to m? No, no-no secrets here." Gif 3: A shot of Eddie in the fire engine, holding his out in front of him, saying, "Christopher isn't kissing anyone." The shot changes to Buck, who raises his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side, grinning at Eddie. Gif 4: A shot of Eddie starting to look worried now as he says, "He's not." The shot changes to Buck, who looks down and raises his hands in a shrug.]

#911 fox #911edit #911 fox spoilers #911 verse #buddieedit #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evanbucklyedit #eddiediazedit #tv: 911 #userbbelcher #chewieblog #cinematv #filmtvcentral #911described #*gifs

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cas-kingdom · 11 months

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Instinct

A/N: My exams finished and what did I do first as a free woman? Write.

My first 9-1-1: Lonestar fic, a small one (with questionable quality), but a subject that hits pretty deep right now. It’s for that reason that this fic isn’t reader-centric. Hopefully “ya’ll” love Connie Strand anyway. Enjoy, and bear with me as I return to writing now that summer’s here!

(Connie’s about 19).

Title: Instinct

Summary: Owen and his daughter discuss the possible return of his cancer.

Words: 2108

The nerves came when the coughing did.

It was instinct at this point. The moment the familiar, guttural sounds reached her, they immediately broke down doors in her mind and wrenched free the memories she’d locked away.

It was instinct also that had her putting her laptop to the side and staring at her bedroom wall for a moment. Heart revving into that familiar gear, hands growing familiarly clammy, breath stopping in that familiar place just at the top of her throat. A sick sort of feeling climbed from her stomach and crawled its way up to her chest, settling there when the coughing stopped and broke down into small croaky things. Barely-audible things. Nothing-to-worry-about things.

She stepped out of bed and hugged her arms to her chest, walking quietly on bare feet towards the halfway-open door. Her room was closest to the kitchen, so she saw him when she stepped out, hunched over the island, head bowed, hands in fists on the marble. For a scene that had moments ago been overwhelmed by a coughing fit, it was scarily silent now.

A time when something like this would not dare cross her mind had passed the window of impossible with her father’s initial cancer diagnosis. Almost a year ago now, he’d been in remission for most of that year, but every cough, every hoarse throat…hell, every stubbed toe had Connie Strand’s nerves skyrocketing. That was normal, she’d been told. That was instinct.

Instinct was a bitch.

Owen saw Connie before he could automatically situate himself into a position that looked the picture of health. Still, he tried, straightening the moment his eyes caught sight of her padding down the hallway. He cleared his throat and picked up a knife, pointing it at the half-cut banana in front of him.

“Morning, Sunshine,” he said, throwing a smile in her direction for good measure. His voice was crackly. “I’m making a protein smoothie. Want some?”

It was in the fire captain’s nature to act oblivious, but Connie didn’t think there was much point in it now. He’d had cancer, he’d had chemo, he’d beaten cancer, he’d beaten chemo. He hadn’t told his kids, then he’d told his kids. It wasn’t as though Connie could no longer tell when he was feeling off. She’d known the difference before the tumours, and she would continue to know it long after. T.K. called that a superpower. Owen called it a pain in his ass.

“I’m allergic to protein powder.” Her answer every time, it was the second reason she wished T.K. still lived with them. When he did, the two were able to sneak a packet of potato chips in through the front door, or even a chocolate bar if they were lucky. But Owen controlled the grocery shopping now, and when Owen controlled the grocery shopping, not a morsel of candy made it in the cart. The first reason lay in the possibility of these exact moments. When she needed her big brother, it wasn’t often he was around.

Still. Connie was and always had been more like her father than her mother, and smoothies, minus the protein, were still a favourite. Owen was extremely proud of that small achievement.

“In that case, My Sunshine Lady Princess—” He turned to grab another glass as she sat in a swivel chair— “One protein smoothie, minus the protein, coming up.” Connie breathed a laugh and he sighed exaggeratedly. “Let me believe it, Con, please.”

He returned to chopping the banana, but Connie could see his face fall. He wasn’t stupid, and neither was she. He knew she hadn’t come into the kitchen at seven am to escape her homework or procure one of his morning smoothies.

“Dad?” She glanced down at the table, following the lines of marble with her finger.

Owen stuck a handful of bananas in the blender and reached for an apple. “Yep.”

“You’re alright, right?”

There weren’t many people who could answer that question truthfully, and once upon a time, Owen Strand would have been at the top of that list. Recently, though, he’d learnt to be a bit more open. He’d had to be. After T.K. had figured out what he’d been keeping from his kids, scepticism followed them both around like the plague.

So, it was with this that the fire captain put down his knife and placed the palms of his hands on the counter, bracing himself against it. He looked up at Connie, her upper lip unknowingly caught between her teeth. He sucked in a breath and cleared his throat. “Banana went down the wrong tube,” he tried.

Connie dropped her head and rose her brows in a very Owen Strand way that had her dad cringing and pulling back.

“Okay, okay. I might have a little tickle in the back of my throat that’s been there a few weeks. And that’s a might, so you take a chill pill right now, Miss, ‘cause I won’t have you worrying about nothing ‘til it’s something.” He had one hand aimed at her, a finger pointing forwards. The Owen Strand look settled quickly on his own face and Connie had a difficult time keeping the smile from her lips. Her dad was her dad, after all. Her hero and entertainer.

At her smile, Owen let one of his own slip onto his face, knowing he’d got her. Just to make sure, he lifted his eyebrows higher and sent a teasing: “You hear me?” to which she just about refrained from rolling her eyes at. Swivelling in her chair, she mumbled an answer, averting her gaze.

“Hey, don’t make me come over there and fix up a smile.” Owen had a habit of turning negative situations on their heads when it concerned Connie and T.K.. Even before the cancer, they hadn’t had the most perfect of lives, switching between mom and dad’s house and suffering the odd babysitter when representing clients and fighting fires overlapped a bit too much. He guessed T.K. had had it worse—he was older and remembered the choppy months after the divorce. Connie had been born in choppy month eight, the most surprising of surprises, but their new way of living had always been her norm. Still, life had had its downs, and a Connie frown broke his damn heart every time.

“Alright—” He dusted his hands together and threw his arms up, resigned— “I’m coming.”

Connie jumped to attention immediately, not quite having expected the change in mood. Though it was certainly like him. “I didn’t say anything!”

Owen clicked his fingers as he made his way intently around the counter. “That’s exactly why I’m coming.”

He wasn’t even hiding the mischievous intonation of his voice. That teasing lilt made its familiar way in, dutifully pushing all negative thoughts from Connie’s mind as she spun in her chair and stretched her arms out. “Hey, hey, okay!” Owen stopped a foot from her chair, eyes narrowed, hands poised suspiciously like they were seconds from launching a tickle attack Connie had told her dad a hundred times she was way too old for. He’d never taken that to heart, nor had T.K., and somewhere deep, deep down she appreciated that. Still, she could pretend not to enjoy it, and probably would until the day Owen himself deemed her too old, if that day ever came.

“Okay,” she said, “not worried. I’m not worried! See?” She pointed at her face, forcing the widest of toothy grins possible. “Look at my smile.”

Owen couldn’t help but snort, amusement at the situation overriding his brief venture to remain serious. “I see it,” he said, letting his arms hang limp by his sides and walking towards her. Connie spun around again to face the counter and he stopped behind her, lifting his arms to drape over her shoulders. Quiet, Connie let her dad pull her back against his chest, feeling his chin come to rest on her shoulder. The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound for a moment, father and daughter acting completely on instinct in their need to hold each other for a moment. Worrying about nothing ‘til it was something was Connie’s forte, after all.

“It was just a cough, Sunshine,” Owen reassured her.

“And a tickle in your throat.”

“Mm, I’m pretty sure that was the banana.” Connie smiled and he hailed that a silent victory with a kiss to her cheek, hugging her closer. “My next check-up’s not for another month but I’ll book in with the doc tomorrow. Just to be sure.”

Connie nodded and placed her hand over his. “Just to be sure.”

She could hear him hesitate beside him. “Con, kiddo…I know you’ve got reason enough to be worried, and I’m not gonna take that right away from you. It’s okay to be worried, reminds us all we’re human. But…”

“I worry too much?”

He hummed. “Not that. Sometimes—you just don’t need to worry. And I know you can’t help it, neither can I, I guess we just gotta batten down the hatches a bit, huh? If we worry about anything and everything that could be tumour-related, there’ll never be a time we’re not shaking in our boots.”

He was right, of course, always was, but Connie didn’t know how to answer him. The mood might have continued to plummet, probably would have continued to plummet, if her phone hadn’t pinged at that moment. Connie couldn’t have reached for it quicker, feeling her dad press another kiss to her head before moving back to his side of the island. In the blink of an eye, the dismal air of the kitchen seemed to shatter as Owen opened the blinds and called for Alexa to quietly play his breakfast playlist. They’d talked about what they’d needed to talk about, defeated the elephant in the room. The C word was buried for now.

“T.K. wants to meet for breakfast,” Connie said, her brother’s u me & pancakes b4 shift? shining at her from her bright screen and waking up any residual exhaustion her eyes had been harbouring.

Owen sighed dramatically and visibly deflated. “After I slaved away at the counter cutting fruit for your smoothie?” Connie smiled as she typed a response. “Does he want me to drop you off?”

“He’ll pick me up. You wanna come?”

Another dramatic sigh and the knife clattered to the marble top. Connie rose an eyebrow at his spectacle, knowing deep down he was attempting to shake off any gloominess floating around the kitchen but letting herself enjoy his puckishness all the same. When a theatrical: “After I slaved away at the counter cutting fruit for my smoothie?” came from him, she finally laughed and shook her head.

“Come on, Dad. Pancakes over smoothies every time.”

Hand on his heart, Owen frowned. “Don’t, Connie. Just don’t.” And with that, the Captain of Firehouse 126 promptly turned on the blender. When Connie made half-hearted attempts to shout something over the noise, he put a hand to his ear and leant forward, yelling back: “What’s that? I can’t hear you over this blender! Can you say that again?” Perfectly dad like, perfectly Owen, perfectly instinctual. Still, Connie rolled her eyes and jumped from her chair, marching around to his side and holding up her phone as proof she was ringing T.K. and needed him to turn it off.

Owen peered at the screen but shook his head. “I’m making a smoothie!”

Connie put her phone to her ear and blocked her other ear with a finger. “T.K.? Huh?” Barely audible over the sound of the screaming blender, it apparently did not occur to Connie that she could leave the room. “T.K.!” A chuckling Owen heard her all but yell down the line. “Dad’s not coming! He’s gonna stay at home and sulk over a glass of protein smoothie!”

Owen stopped the blender and made a grab at Connie’s phone. “Uh, that is so not what I said!”

“It so is—” Connie just about leapt away from him— “Yeah, he’s not feeling so hot. Says he has a tickle in his throat.”

Not many could best Owen in a battle of wits, but he was damn glad that the one who could was his kid.

With a deep, insanely proud chuckle, he clapped his hands together before wiggling his fingers towards her. “I’ll show you a tickle in the throat.”

Instinct. Total instinct.

And, even as her shrieking resounded throughout the kitchen that Sunday morning before the clock had even struck seven am, Connie Strand loved every bit of it.

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mason-screams · 10 months

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tell me why i started to try and determine how Christopher could be both Eddie's and Buck's child without the need for others like just them and their genes 😭 i started to look at both Eddie and Buck's physical traits like hair color, eye color, hair style, stuff like that, and then i looked at canon Christopher and realized that bro is just a combination of Eddie and Buck. i feel like the writers were giving us the hints the second they introduced Christopher. season 7 will in fact make buddie canon trust 😍🤞 (im so delusional but that's besides the point)

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the-innumerable-heroes · 3 months

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@f1rechaser

f1rechaser asked: "Have you been up all night?" ( to anyone who has a 911 verse )

Sigourney Pryde, originally of L.A.F.D. House 147 but seeing as how that house was taken out by a mudslide, that leaves Sigourney and the other firefighters of the 147 as floaters, if they wanted to continue on as firefighters, to which Sigourney did and so she was a floater. This floating position has of late has her floating to House 118. There were some stories of this House and what it's folks went through and frankly being floated here made Sigourney kind of nervous, and yet excited. She wondered what the people were like. She was so nervous in fact that she came down to the station hours early and instead of going home and back to sleep like someone sane, Sigourney Merrianne Pyrde waited. Needless to say when her shift came around, she was half dead waiting at the table in the loft in what appeared to be a kitchen area. Nice. It was here that a voice behind her caused her to slide off her hand that her head was resting on, jump, and turn around to see someone that Sigourney had seen around when multiple departments are called to fires. Sigourney thought her name was Anya, they had met once, in passing. "Wah! Uh... Yeah! Sorry. Anya right? uh...Sigourney." Sigourney stuck her hand out to offer for Anya to shake it as she stood up to greet the other firefighter. "I...uh....I'm from the 147. Our house got squashed in the mudslide. So now I'm a floater and being borrowed here. 'nd uh... pretty much yeah been up all night. Was nervous bout comin here. Sorry." Sigourney scratched the back of her head with her opposite hand and chuckled nervously.

#f1rechaser #anya barnes #winter widow 911 verse #l.a.f.d. house 118 #l.a.f.d. house 147 #star ryder oc 911 verse #sigourney pryde #the-innumerable-heroes #rpthread #911 verse

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anirudhpisharody · 1 year

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9-1-1 characters + taylor swift songs [without lyrics]

#911edit #911 #911 fox #911 verse #daily118 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #maddie buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #bobby nash #athena grant #taylor swift #my edit

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bi-buckrights · 9 months

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Buddie + The Gaslight Anthem: 8/?

But I will hold you in my arms, Where rust and sorrow lie Underneath the bounding main tonight.

– Sweet Morphine, The Gaslight Anthem

#remember how I said I was never making another edit it? well that was a lie #buddie #buddie edit #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #9-1-1 #911 edit #buddie daily #dailybuddie #911verse #911 verse #911abc #911 on abc #userbuddierights #myplaylist #thegaslightanthem #the gaslight anthem #usermaripal #usernicolo

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marvelexi · 10 months

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… so my friend just said that this beauty of a man is “ugly”. like she actually said that Oliver Stark is ugly.

I know that people have different tastes but… UGLY?? THIS MAN?!

Well, I think he is absolutely gorgeous, sweet and hot so here I am blessing everyone’s dash with his pretty face.

#i really think my friend needs glasses #i am outraged #how can you say that #he is perfect #oliver stark #evan buckley #buck 911 #911 verse

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marvelmyriad · 3 months

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1 3 1 2 DISCLAIMER:

Since I've decided to write an au in which one of my OCs [Jamie Barnes] is a police officer, I'm compelled to make this CRYSTAL CLEAR - - -

I do not condone the actions nor the institution of the police/law enforcement as they exist within the real world.

Politically speaking, I am an anarcho-communist. This is a fictional character based within a fictional world, and I'll take every chance that I have to also draw attention to the injustice system that's upheld within the united states in particular.

#ooc #nyx speaks #psa #911 verse

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fortheloveofbuddie · 7 months

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Fuck It Friday Saturday

Tagged by @daffi-990 @wikiangela @wildlife4life and @disasterbuckdiaz 💗

This is a continuation of last weeks Fuck It Friday and I’ve decided to make it into a little mini series ahhh

It’s gonna be called When Hearts Collide (Can I Take Your Hand?)

Find last week's snippet here ✨

Suddenly the door to the locker room burst open and Eddie quickly moved away from Buck, staring awkwardly at the ground as they were joined by some of the A shift.

“Eddie” Buck’s voice was barely audible in the bustle of another crew.

It made Eddie swallow harshly, color rising from his neck to his cheek as Buck stood up in front of him and caught his eyes in a longing gaze.

“I think we’re all done now” Eddie said, taking a slow step backwards and sent Buck a quick smile.

Buck pulled on his shirt and before he could speak again, Eddie was making his way towards the door.

The door was further away than Eddie had anticipated because suddenly Buck was next to him, blocking him in by putting his hand on the doorframe.

“Can we talk about this later, Buck?” Eddie questioned, biting his bottom lip quickly as he moved Buck’s arm away from the doorframe and made his way past him.

The tension was palpable between them and Eddie wanted nothing more but to reach out and touch Buck again.

To touch the man who he had loved for so many years.

To touch the man who loves him too. The man who wants to be more than just a friend.

Buck took a few seconds to compose himself and as he picked his eyes off of the ground, he saw Eddie talking to Bobby like nothing had happened.

I can’t believe that he feels this way too, Buck thought to himself before he finally made his way all the way out of the locker room.

When their shift ended an hour later, it felt like an eternity had passed and when Eddie approached his car, he saw a familiar silhouette leaned against it. He could recognize Buck from a distance that he would probably admit to.

The closer he came to his car, the slower he seemed to walk and Buck pushed himself off from the hood of Eddie’s truck.

“Hi” Buck said gently, not really knowing to how to start the conversation about what had happened in the locker room.

“Hi Buck. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have run away like that” Eddie quickly said and suddenly felt very out of place.

The taller man knows him better than he knows himself and despite the fact that they’ve shared a lot of feelings and thoughts throughout the years, this almost felt forbidden.

“It’s okay, Eddie” Buck said, smiling a little even though it was barely visible in the bright California sun.

“No, it’s not, Buck. We both know what happened in there and it scared me. It scared me because…”

“Because you might lose me?”

Eddie nodded in agreement and smiled at the ground before he looked back up at Buck.

“Yes, because I might lose you. I’ve been so close to losing you before and it’s the worst feeling in the world. But losing you because of what I feel for you…” Eddie took a sharp breath, allowing himself to take a step closer to Buck, almost closing the distance between them. “It would’ve killed me, Evan” Eddie finally finished his sentence, his eyes falling shut for a brief moment.

That moment was enough for Buck to slowly reach out for him, wrapping his hand around Eddie’s and as Eddie opened his eyes again, he realized that Buck was still there.

The tension that had been between them in the locker room had shifted into something more gentle, more cautious. But it didn’t change how much Eddie wanted to touch Buck. Or how he wanted to touch him.

As he met those baby blue eyes that belonged to Buck, he almost felt like a teenager, all giddy and excited. He had looked into those eyes so many times before but not like this. Never like this.

“Eddie?” Buck’s voice sounded like it was filled with anticipation and a bit of nervousness, almost quivering a little.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

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