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eddiebabygirldiaz · 3 months

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several sentences sunday

tagged by @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @tizniz @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @shitouttabuck

thank you beloveds! <3

so i finished drunk confession fic this morn and am so excited to share it with yall! hoping to have edits done soon so it can be posted. and as always, this is for my darlin nina, ily <3

Something sacrosanct passes from tongue to tongue, handed back and forth in such languid, luxurious movement.

Buck sighs into it, a feeling he can only describe as lovely unfurling in his chest and spreading spreading spreading until he feels like the mutli-faceted colors of a sunrise, all pastel and glowing and warm.

That sigh quickly transforms into a whimper when Eddie sucks on his tongue, delving inside of Buck like it's where he belongs, the fingers he still has in Buck’s hair burying themselves deeper until his grip is firm and commanding and stabilizing.

Buck happily lets himself be directed, eager to become pliant enough that Eddie can do anything with him, illustrious stars raining over his skin and digging into his blood as Eddie tugs and pulls and shoves, turning Buck’s head at just the right angle for the kiss to become something much more sensual, a true mouth fucking that leaves Buck dizzy and panting, head spinning and chest tight.

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#this is probably the ooeiest gooiest thing ive written and im as besotted as buck and eddie are with each other #tho things get a wee bit angsty bc these boys are stupid yknow #buddie #buddie wip #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 abc #buck x eddie #drunk confession fic #ryan writes #several sentence sunday

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deputy-buck · 1 year

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I don't understand a lick of Russian but Islam's voice when he speaks it is 💦😫💨😰

#buck brawls #more like buck besotted-

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anantaru · 2 months

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Soft dom Alhaitham?? <3

cw. soft dom, experienced alhaitham, fem! reader

intimacy between you two would always leave your mind staggering with pure excitement, and tonight— it weren't necessarily alhaitham's wild, hard thrusts he tend to give your whimpering, love-struck state that made it so tasteful.

he lets you teeter in your pleasure, takes it away before giving it back to you ten times more potent.

in this triviality you can feel his power soften along his spine, how his muscles relax before he focuses on the movements on his hips— for one, he engaged more on how he was doing it, how your warm walls were tightening up around his shaft and remaining tenderly compressed.

how your cunt intervened with his precise movements when he pulled in and out of you with long, languorous strokes as his erection penetrates you relentlessly, suggestive and slow, fit to deepen the soreness on your heating skin.

the man will not give you a chance to catch a breather, your heart rate must be up always, alhaitham claims it makes the experience a whole lot more intense.

burrowing deeper, you grip around his muscular shoulders as the collision of his taunting movements and sex-soaked body rub off your own, it in result making your toes curl, the slight pain of fingernails digging into your hips adding to the deep pushes on your cunt.

it's happening all while you're so consumed with desire for him, being so in love with him, spilling your delicate moans like they're besotted with this unique sweetness only alhaitham managed to pull out of you.

your boyfriend grips at your body hungry-alike, precisely your hips while his other hand rested above your head ever so softly— so he wouldn't accidentally knock you against the head frame with how impossibly fast he was rocking himself against you, all the while fluffing and pulling at the flesh on your ass shamelessly.

wantonly, alhaitham grins down at you— it's a chiffony smile, but for some reason it felt bold at the same time.

seeing him like this made your hips buck upwards against his cock as the next thrust furthers the stretch on your sore cunt— and wow, on the spur of the moment the scribe suddenly realizes;

weren't you just someone so beautiful to look at?

desire resides within him when he meets your eyes at last, and when you squeal louder each time he fucks into you, rougher slaps of his hips bouncing from you a lot more precise then before, you were nailed to the mattress with your boyfriend punctuating candid kisses all over your face instead of words.

alhaitham was kind and considerate to your body, slow and attentive to your needs, always haltering himself before placing loving kisses on your skin, in accessory to his thrusts being the complete opposite.

at the same time, there was nothing that would satisfy him more than fucking you until you couldn't possibly remember your name.

for him, every single movement, kiss and squeeze on your flesh needed to be perfected and done a certain way, exactly how you preferred it— the reason as to why, undoubtedly, was no other than him knowing that having something done uneager or arbitrary, was no short than failing the best possible outcome.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham smut #al haitham x reader #al haitham smut #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #alhaitham x you

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wolvesofinnistrad · 21 days

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I don't know if I'll ever get over Buck's incredibly besotted "I kinda can't stop thinking about him"

#evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #bucktommy #like that smile???????

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sunshinediaz · 22 days

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something like magic | 2.5k, teen

“Tonight was good,” Tommy says, bringing Buck out of his thoughts. The orange sunset turns his brown hair into molten, lava-like gold. “I had a great time with you, Evan.” Buck looks over at him—up at him, just a little bit, which sends a thrill straight to his gut. He’s not used to being smaller than his date. “Yeah?” He laughs, nervous. “I’m surprised.” “Why?” Buck opens his mouth to answer and then closes it right after because he needs a moment to gather his words. The night went wonderful, better than he expected only because he doesn’t have the greatest history of first dates in general, but Eddie’s appearance sent him off his rocker. He’s not ashamedof dating a man because there’s nothing to be ashamed of, but he would’ve liked to figure a few more things out before he let the world know. And Eddie? God, he’s—he’s something. Buck hasn’t quite figured out what yet. “Well—I mean—I’m not the best at dates and Eddie just—” “Hey, you don’t have to explain anything to me,” Tommy interrupts, not unkind, and leads him through the crosswalk. “Whatever you and Eddie have going on is none of my business.” Buck feels his face turn red with heat. “We don’t—there’s not—” He stops and shakes his head because he hasn’t began to pick through the prickly, syrupy emotions he’s feeling for Eddie right now. “You’re making me blush.” Tommy laughs, deep and rich. It sends a shiver up and down Buck’s spine, the kind that makes him happy he’s wearing a light jacket so nobody can see the goosebumps on his skin. He hasn’t been this besotted with somebody since he can remember; he’s enjoying it entirely too much and hopes it stays like this forever. “You’re doing that all by yourself.” Tommy bumps into his shoulder playfully. “You’re good at dates, Evan. I don’t have anything to complain about.” Buck ducks his head, somewhat bashful, and grins. “Good enough you’ll want to do it again?” he proposes. “Tuesday evening, maybe?”

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#i had to get out in the rain and drive up the road to get service to post this fic #the struggles of rural life can i get an amen #bucktommy #bucktommy fic #911 #911 fic #tommy kinard #evan buckley #my fics

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glorious-spoon · 7 days

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your way or nothing at all [9-1-1 | Eddie Diaz | 1/1]

In the quieting dark, Eddie lingers by the tables, the empty chairs pushed together in a cluster for a conversation long since abandoned. It's late enough that people are starting to filter out into the night, and pretty much everybody left is crowded at the open bar or swaying on the dance floor. At the high table, Maddie has Buck's suit jacket draped over her shoulders and her cheek tipped against Chim's shoulder, and he's looking down at her with a dopily besotted expression that Eddie can clock even from here.

It makes him feel like—something, some kind of nostalgia for the wedding he never got to have with Shannon. That whole day felt like being hustled through a play that he never learned his lines to. Shannon was three months pregnant and deep in the throes of vicious morning sickness that was not improved by the catering or the stress of the day, so he spent their wedding night holding back her hair in the honeymoon suite his parents paid for and trying desperately to feel like he had a single fucking clue what he was doing. Trying to feel like a man and a husband and a father-to-be and mostly feeling like a complete fraud.

They deserved better. Both of them. Now, in this moment, after this day, it soothes more than it stings to watch Maddie and Chim hold onto each other so easily.

The song changes, and he watches a swirl of motion on the bar side of the dance floor, the particular energy that's easily identifiable as Buck even before he emerges from the crowd. Normally, maybe Eddie would gravitate in, but Buck's got a hand linked together with Tommy's, and they're laughing, and so he stays where he is. Just watches.

It's sweet, a little fumbling as Buck very obviously tries to figure out the logistics of slow-dancing with another guy. Tommy says something in a low voice and settles a palm on his hip, and Buck ducks his head, laughing, and leans into him.

It's sweet. It is. Eddie's throat fucking aches.

He doesn't know why, not really. Maybe it's the smile on Buck's face, wide and giddy and almost embarrassingly bright. He never smiled at Natalia like that, or Taylor. Maybe Ali, but the truth is that back then Eddie wasn't looking for it. Back then, he was so caught up in everything with Shannon, and he and Buck were barely more than friendly coworkers, as strange as that idea seems now.

He probably smiled at Abby like that. Eddie wasn't around for that relationship, only the aftermath, but he can imagine it. You don't hurt that badly when someone leaves you unless you really fucking loved them.

"You would not believe the line for the bathroom," Marisol says from behind him, and Eddie jolts like he just grabbed a high-voltage wire. He tries to spin it into something graceful as he turns to face her, but he's pretty sure it doesn't work, and also pretty sure that he shouldn't be feeling quite so jumpscared at the sight of his girlfriend. His heart is pounding. He rubs his knuckles against his sternum, and Marisol asks, "You okay?"

"Yeah," he says. "Sorry. You startled me."

"No, it's fine." She smiles at him, and it's pretty. She looks pretty, in a blue dress that looks black in this light, little metallic threads picked through and glittering. It hugs the curves of her body in a way that Eddie feels obligated to notice, and so he does, and when he looks her in the eye again she's smiling wider, and that's pretty too and Eddie—

Eddie still feels like a fucking fraud.

"I got you a beer," Marisol says. She's got a glass of wine in her other hand. White wine, lipstick marks on the rim.

Eddie smiles back and takes the bottle she hands him. "Thanks."

"I wasn't sure what you'd want." She grins at him, flirty. "You'll have to tell me if I made a bad guess."

He sips the beer. It's a lager, hoppy and astringent in a way that leaves a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. He takes another drink and smiles around the grimace his mouth wants to make. "It's perfect. Thank you."

The pleased relief in her smile doesn't make the lie feel any better. He takes another sip and sets the bottle down, and Marisol settles her hip against his chair, close enough that he can feel the warmth of her body. Close enough that he could wrap an arm around her thighs and pull her into his lap, if he wanted to do that. He shifts forward instead, leaning his elbows against the table, and she lets out a quiet sound and sets her glass down to sit in the chair next to him. The music switches over from Christina Perri to what Eddie is pretty sure is Savage Garden, and on the dance floor Tommy says something that makes Buck laugh and pull him closer.

"They're cute together," Marisol observes. "Buck and, um… Tommy?"

Eddie's fingers twitch on his beer bottle. "Yeah."

"I didn't know that he was, you know…" she trails off. Eddie looks over at her, and she adds, "Not that there's anything wrong with it! I just, I thought he had a girlfriend."

"They broke up. He dates guys too," Eddie says, more emphatically than is really necessary. Like this is a truth that he's always known instead of something Buck told him two weeks ago in the loft, quiet and careful like he was afraid of how Eddie would react. Like he was afraid of Eddie.

It was a date, we were on a date.

So it's new for Buck, too. Not just him. But still.

It feels like something he should have known.

"Okay," Marisol says. The corners of her mouth tighten, and she takes a pointed sip of her wine. "I didn't know that, is all."

I didn't know either, Eddie imagines saying, but the words strangle themselves in his throat just the same as, Actually, I don't like lagers, and, I don't really want company tonight, did. He wonders how the hell Buck does it—just opens his mouth and lets the truth spill out. Eddie can only manage that when it's for other people. Never for himself.

"Sorry," he says out loud. "It's been… a day."

Marisol's face softens a little, and he feels like shit about that, too. It has been a day, is the thing. He woke up in a bathtub, more hungover than he's been in at least a decade, and after that was a wild goose-chase through the desert to retrieve Chim in time for the wedding, and all that is plenty of reason for him to be off his game now. It's just that somehow it also feels like a fucking lie.

On the dance floor, Buck has his cheek pressed to Tommy's. He says something, and Tommy's shoulders shake with laughter, and then they both turn, moving easily together into a kiss. It's quick and tender, and Eddie abruptly feels like the worst kind of voyeur for watching it happen. He turns his head away and finds Marisol looking at him.

The music changes again. TLC, he's pretty sure, because Chim is deep down a very basic Gen X music kind of guy. Or maybe it was Maddie's pick, who knows. Anyway. It's a little more upbeat, but still slow enough to dance to.

"You, uh." He clears his throat, and finds a smile that feels almost right. "Come on, you wanna dance before they close it all down? They're playing our song."

"This is our song?" Marisol asks, but she's laughing. "I don't even think I was born yet when it came out."

Eddie shrugs and holds out a hand. "It could be our song. Maybe for tonight it's just a good song to dance to."

That must have been the right thing to say. She smiles, sets her wine down, and slips her hand into his, letting him tug her to her feet. They wind their way through the chairs to the dance floor, and under the string lights she settles easily into his arms.

I know you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all, rasps the singer in a sweetly smoky voice, as Eddie closes his eyes, and sways, and breathes, but I think you're moving too fast.

I think you're moving too fast.

He breathes in, and out, and opens his eyes. Marisol smiles up at him, and he smiles back, then cuts his eyes away. There are still a handful of people left on the dance floor with them: Athena and Bobby, swaying together like they're in their own little world, a couple of Buckley cousins with their dates. Buck and Tommy are gone, though, and Eddie almost cranes his head through the crowd to see where they got to before he catches himself.

"To tell you the truth," Marisol says. "I really don't think this is our song."

"Alright, well, we can find another one," Eddie says, and she laughs and sways into him, and he holds onto her, and when he closes his eyes, it's fine; it all feels fine.

#911 #911 fic #eddie diaz #buddie #bucktommy #my fic #i actually have no idea how to tag this pairing-wise lol #it is somehow both all and none of the above

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thebadgerclan · 9 months

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Appetizer

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: He needs to taste you...

Smut!

Aleksander was tense at your side. His knuckles were white as he gripped his fork, and his hand shook as he brought his wine glass to his lips. “Darling?” you asked coyly, resting a hand on his bicep. “Are you alright?” Your husband slowly inhaled, his gaze remaining fixed on the wall before him. You were attending a state dinner for the Kerch, which meant the Grisha were effectively on display.

For you, this meant wearing your black silk kefta and entering proudly on your husband’s arm, the full force and power of the Morozovas and the Grisha as a whole on display. You had chosen to wear your hair down, your lips painted a scarlet red, and it was driving Aleksander crazy. It hadn’t helped that you’d pinned him against a wall and kissed him senseless just before you had to leave for the dinner, which left Aleksander achingly hard and needing you.

“I think you know the answer to that, my love,” he replied, taking your hand and squeezing it. You looked at him with innocent eyes, and your husband’s cock throbbed with need. He leaned towards you, looking to everyone else like he was a man besotted with his wife, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Which wasn’t entirely false, but his words were anything but innocent.

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.” You nearly choked on your wine, and Aleksander let a hand rest on your thigh, squeezing softly. “I can barely smell my dinner, sweetling, all I can smell is your dripping cunt.” You covered a moan with a cough, and your husband smirked. “Sasha,” you whispered, and he pressed a deceptively gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Can you keep quiet, my love? Be a good girl for me?” Eagerly, you nodded, and Aleksander stood, slipping from the room. For a moment, you were confused, until you felt something warm brush against your leg. Your husband had bent the shadows around him, allowing him to crawl beneath the table unseen. He slid your kefta the dress up, his palms warm against your skin, slowly tugging your undergarments down.

Then, his lips, soft and gentle against your thighs, creeping upwards towards your wet pussy. Your breathing became ragged as your husband’s kisses moved upwards. One of his hands splayed across your lower abdomen, the other rested on your hip. Aleksander breathed deeply, the scent of your arousal headier than any liquor, and he dipped his head, licking at your cunt.

You had your napkin crumpled in your fist, squeezing it so hard it was a wonder your fingers didn’t break. Aleksander lapped at your slit, his tongue laving and flicking at your clit, all of which would normally have you moaning and crying his name. But here, in a crowded ballroom, the Kerch ambassador and the King and Queen of Ravka mere feet away, you were forced to dig your nails into your palm and bite your lip to keep from moaning.

Aleksander, for one, was in heaven. There were very few things he enjoyed more than eating you out; very few places he enjoyed being more than with his face between your thighs. It barely mattered that it was sweltering beneath the table, it barely mattered that the hardwood floor was biting into his knees. Your husband was drunk on the taste of your cunt, and he pressed his tongue deeper into you, his nose bumping against your sensitive clit.

When he drew your clit into his mouth and sucked, you couldn’t hold back a moan. You were barely able to cover it with a cough, and the Kerch ambassador turned to you, concern on his face. “My lady,” he said in heavily accented Ravkan. “Are you well? You look rather flushed.” You coughed once more, lifting your water glass to your lips. “Fine, fine,” you replied, your voice breathy. “Just a bit warm in here, is all.”

Beneath the table, Aleksander grinned wickedly, once more licking a stripe across your pussy, the hand on your belly pressing down slightly. You fought the urge to buck your hips, your toes curling in your boots, teeth digging into your lip. Your husband had shifted his focus once again to your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it and suckling gently on it, which had you hurtling towards an orgasm.

Aleksander sensed it, as he always did, and he felt you reach down for him. He took your hand and squeezed it, and when he sucked a bit harder on your clit, you came, letting out a strained sigh that ended with a slight moan. Your husband pressed a few soft kisses to your thighs before righting your undergarments and skirt and extricating himself from beneath the table.

“My love,” he said, returning to your side, not at all looking like he’d spent the past 10 minutes under a table licking your cunt. “Are you feeling alright? You don’t look too well.” Aleksander made a show of feeling your forehead and shaking his head. “Sweetling, you’re burning up. Come, let’s get you to bed.” Your husband made his apologies to the Kerch ambassador and to the King and Queen before escorting you from the ballroom.

The moment you were in the hall, you had Aleksander pressed against the wall, kissing him hungrily. “Sasha,” you breathed, tugging at his hair. “If you don’t take me to bed right now, I swear to the Saints, I’ll-” You were cut off by your husband lifting you into his arms and kissing you. “Don’t worry, my sweet,” he cooed, already carrying you down the hall. “That was just an appetizer.”

#aleksander morozova x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #shadow and bone reader insert

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warpedpuppeteer · 29 days

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I'm sorry but the way Eddie said "hey Buck 🥰!" and then was like this is great you got 3 tickets to the fight in excitement so my boyfriend can come too was too freaking adorable

#911 abc #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #he is absolutely besotted #he is IN LOVE #you couldn't see his eyes but I'm sure they turned into hearts when he saw Buck #buddie #evan buckley #evan buck buckley

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inkinmyheartandonthepage · 7 months

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Sweet Tooth

Day 11 prompt: Sweet Tooth. Read it here on Ao3

“Oh my god,” Chimney said. The utter glee in his voice had Eddie’s ears burning hot. He knew they were bright red, along with his cheeks and neck. Eddie couldn’t even bring himself so smack the phone out of Chimney’s hand where he was aiming it at Buck, filming. He was rooted to the spot. It was like watching a car crash.

And Buck was once again back in a hospital bed, a nasty bruise spreading across his jaw and cheek. The hit to the face had come on a call. Buck had been recusing a cat from a tree when the cat had decided it didn’t need rescuing. Buck hit several branches on the way down, knocking a few of Buck’s teeth loose in the process. Blood stained the edge of his lips from where they had pulled the teeth out. His cheeks were swollen, giving Buck a chipmunk look. Paired with the glazed look in his eyes, Buck looked a little deranged. It shouldn’t have been adorable. It really shouldn’t have been.

“He’s my partner?” Buck slurred loudly around the cotton wads in his mouth, staring straight at Eddie. His hand was tugging on the sleeve of Hen’s shirt like a small child tugging at their mother’s clothes. Hen was too busy smothering her laughter to bat his hand away. His eyes widened and a blood grin stretched his lips. “I hit the jackpot.”

Eddie shot Bobby a betrayed looked when their captain failed to cover his laughter.

“He’s so pretty,” Buck slurred, swaying where he sat on the edge of the bed. Whatever drugs they had Buck on for the pain had obviously made his tongue loose and his guard down. “Wow.” He tugged on Hen’s sleeve again. “Do you see how pretty he is?”

“Oh yeah,” Hen choked out, flashing her teeth at Eddie. “I see it.”

Eddie scowled at Hen. His cheeks felt as if they could fry an egg on them, they were so hot. He scrubbed a hand through his hair, turning his gaze back to Buck. “Buck.”

“Say it again,” Buck insisted, nearly falling off the bed as he sat up straighter. Hen caught him before he could face plant. Her shoulder’s shook with her supressed laughter, odd wheezing noises coming from her chest.

“Buck.” Eddie said his name slowly, with the pitch of a question on the end.

The sigh that Buck gave could only be described as dreamy. He gazed at Eddie, love hearts practically pouring from his eyes. Besotted was another good word. So was Love-struck. “You’re voice. I get to listen to you every day? This is the greatest thing ever.”

Eddie choked on his own saliva.

Hen and Chimney lost it, both howling as they bent at the waists. Tears streamed from their eyes as they tried to catch their breathes. Their laughter rang out through the room Buck had been taken too and Eddie was glad that Buck was the only occupant. Even the nurse, who had been checking Buck’s chart, started to giggle.

“What’s so funny?” Buck asked, looking like a puppy who wanted to play but wasn’t sure how to. He glanced between them before looking back at Eddie. “You have the best laugh. Make’s you’re face go all…” and Buck twisted his face into a big smile, blood-tinged drool escaping from the corners of his mouth.

This only set the others off more and Eddie looked to the ceiling, wondering if he willed it hard enough it would come down and bury him from this moment.

A week ago, on Eddie’s couch, Buck had been brave and told Eddie that he was in love with him. A week ago, they had shared their first kiss. A week ago, they had decided to give them a shot. It had been a blissful week. Nothing had really changed, only now they stole kisses whenever they could, and Eddie didn’t have to fight the urge to touch Buck. They hadn’t told anyone yet (other than Chris who had been so ecstatic by the news he had a crying fit that resulted in the three of them cuddling on the couch with ice cream).

And now Buck was blurting out his feelings in front of their family.

“Okay, kid,” Bobby said, moving closer to Buck while Hen and Chimney struggled to pull themselves together. Bobby clapped Buck on the shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “I think that’s enough declarations for today.”

“M’ going to marry him,” Buck slurred, giving a sharp nod as he looked up at Bobby. “I should marry Eddie coz he’s so pretty and nice and he has a nice laugh.”

Hen and Chimney cooed around their laughter as Eddie snapped his gaze back to Buck.

“Before you start proposing to your partner,” the nurse interrupted, shooting Eddie an amused look. “We need to check the stitches in your mouth.”

“K,” Buck hummed. “Then I can ask Eddie to marry me?”

“Absolutely,” the nurse grinned.

With gloved hands, the nurse urged Buck to open his mouth. He made little pained noises as she removed the cotton wads from his mouth and Eddie automatically stepped to his side, taking his hand. Buck squeezed Eddie’s hand tightly, body tilting into his space. Eddie ignored the laughter from Hen and Chimney. He wasn’t embarrassed that Buck was blurting his feelings all over the place.

In fact, Eddie was thrilled that Buck, even in his doped-up state, still felt the same way. That, apparently, he wanted to marry Eddie. Just that thought had Eddie’s heart tumbling in his chest and a swarm of butterflies fluttering through his stomach.

“It’s looking good,” the nurse said, stepping back. “If the bleeding continues, you will need to come back but otherwise you are good to go home.”

“Wanna’ go home,” Buck mumbled into Eddie’s shoulder where he had pressed his face.

“Yeah, we can go home,” Eddie promised softly. He looked back to the nurse who was giving them both a fond smile. “Other than soft foods and rinsing after every meal with salt water, what else do we need to do?”

The nurse ran through the aftercare with Eddie, and he made mental notes for anything he might need to pick up on the way home.

“We’ll get the discharge paper’s ready,” Bobby said, giving Hen and Chimney as significant look.

The two paramedics caught it and dutifully left the room, not before shooting Eddie a teasing grin. Bobby’s eyes swept over the two of them before settling on Eddie.

Eddie tried not to swallow at Bobby’s stare. As Buck burrowed into his shoulder, Eddie’s arm came around the younger man automatically and Bobby’s lips twitched at the sight. He gave Eddie a nod before he followed Hen and Chimney out of the room, leaving Eddie alone with Buck.

“Home?” Buck asked, looking up at Eddie with wide, pleading eyes. “My face hurts.”

“I bet it does,” Eddie said. He carded a hand through Buck’s hair, the soft strands falling through his fingers. “Don’t worry, you’re still pretty.”

Buck grinned up at Eddie, the glaze in his eyes getting blurrier. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Eddie ducked his head, pressing his lips to Buck’s birthmark. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

“Mmm love home,” Buck hummed. “Love you.”

Eddie’s breath hitched in his chest and his heart tripped in his chest. “I love you too.” He pressed another kiss to Buck’s birthmark, smiling into the pink mark. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

~*~

Buck was already in bed when Eddie slipped into the bedroom. After dinner (mash potato and soup for Buck, chicken for Chris and Eddie) Buck had put himself to bed.

“Is Buck okay?” Chris asked, looking worriedly towards the bedroom door.

“He’ll be okay, mijo. He’s a bit sore, but he’ll be back to his usual energy soon enough,” Eddie had explained.

And Eddie had expected Buck to be quiet. The drugs had started to wear off just before dinner and so Eddie knew that he would be feeling the pain. Before he went to bed, he had taken more painkillers, hopefully taking the edge off so he could get some sleep. But Eddie couldn’t help but think there was something else to Buck’s quietness.

Slipping into the bed, Eddie propped himself up against the headboard, sliding close to Buck. Eddie gently ran his fingers through Buck’s curls. He knew Buck was awake when he arched into the touch.

“You feeling okay?” Eddie asked, eyes tracing over Buck.

His partner shifted, pressing himself into Eddie’s side, resting his head on his stomach. “Yeah.”

Eddie gave a hum of disbelief. “You don’t sound okay.”

Buck gave a deep sigh. “M’ sorry.”

“For what?” Eddie frowned, genuinely confused as to what Buck was feeling sorry for. He waited for Buck to speak, still carding his fingers through Buck’s curls.

“For outing us to our family,” Buck said eventually.

“They were going to find out at some point,” Eddie shrugged. “I don’t care.”

Buck shifted, staring up at Eddie. “You’re not mad?”

Eddie grinned down at Buck, fingers tracing over his forehead. “No. I love you. I don’t care who knows that.”

He felt Buck relax deeper into him. “I love you, so much.”

“I got that,” Eddie chuckled. “Going to marry me, are you?”

Buck grinned up at Eddie sheepishly. “Surprise?”

Eddie barked out a laugh. “Well, the answer is yes for when you need it.”

Buck grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Eddie hunched over, pressing a kiss to Buck’s forehead. “Go to sleep, love.”

Buck hummed, eyes slipping closed. Eddie watched as he faded into sleep, a fond smile on his lips. Yeah, he was going to marry this man and he couldn’t wait.

#flufftober2023 #flufftober 2023 #buddie #9-1-1 fanfiction #eddie diaz #evan buckley #9-1-1 #buddie 911 #9-1-1 fandom #ao3 writer #a03 fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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edmundodiaz · 29 days

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tommy saying “i was a pilot in the army” and buck bringing up immediately the fact that eddie was in the army too is giving exactly the kind of pathetic besotted man i wanted buck to be and also it’s a great way to set up buck trying to date tommy instead of eddie, since he doesn’t come with six years of deep friendship (and basically co-parenting a kid) so he would be the safer option… but of course you can’t replace erewhon with target (i don’t know anything about american supermarkets)

#dating = going out once with eddie and marisol and realising that he wants to be in her place #or him going out with tommy and realising that he just can’t stop finding things that make him think about eddie #(bonus points if they start hinting at eddie being jealous as well)#911 abc #911 speculation #911 spoilers

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 4 days

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Buck : come in me dude

Tommy : wtf evan

tommy comes harder than ever before and is bamboozled and besotted

#bucktommy #ryan gets mail

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m3r1m4r5u333 · 11 months

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Oh my. I've obsessed over the Ana-visits-the-fire-station-scene before but I hadn't even realised how much Eddie really keeps staring at Buck until today when I watched it super slow. I wanted still pictures to really showcase where Eddie is looking and how many times his gaze returns to Buck, but the picture limit makes that impossible.

Anyway, Eddie is absolutely staring and struggles to stop. There was even this one sliding shot where the frame first includes both Buck and Ravi about equally much... But then it's like Eddie's eyes just can't stop drifting more and more on Buck - so the shot that's obviously Eddie's POV just wanders more and more to the left, towards Buck, until Ravi almost disappears from the frame.

Okay, I've skipped the very beginning, Ana arriving (+ Eddie kissing her cheek like Ana's his abuelita or something) and bringing three salads to Eddie.

Buck runs up to them, calls Chris their new chief and lifts him up to hug him. It's a tight, long hug, like they haven't seen in a while and Buck has really missed him. Buck asks Christopher how he is.

Let's focus on Eddie's reactions.

(Looks like he's thinking: They're so cute together.. Buck is so good with him. 🥰)

Buck asks Chris how he is. Eddie gathers his wits, well kinda, and introduces Chris to Ravi... Eddie also forgets to introduce Ana to Ravi. Pays no attention to Ana.

Chris asks Ravi if he's a firefighter. Ravi tells Chris that he's a probationary firefighter. Chris asks him if he did something wrong. Buck (who was quite ridiculously invested in Ravi's training) quips "constantly!", then smiles. Eddie looks at Buck...

And finds that hilarious, ducks his head and smiles to himself like he's remembering something....

And then he just keeps grinning like a besotted fool, totally in a world of his own. Ana and Ravi are waiting for Eddie to introduce them to each other, it becomes awkward.

Finally Ana just goes "I'm Ana!" which startles Eddie out of his daydreams. Eddie's gaze drifts to Buck who is frowning like "wtf Eddie?"

Eddie quickly looks away.

... And then Eddie just needs to look again...

(Right then Ravi assumes that Ana is Eddie's wife and Christopher quips "not yet!" to Ravi's assumption. Ana and Eddie lose their smiles...)

(My headcanon: No, how could I marry her when I don't love her, I'd be happier with...)

Oh. Buck.

Like arranging a cherry on top of the cake Ana then says:

"So... Even in the darkness this place is amazing."

Not that we see her say it because Eddie's attention is once again on Buck, looking back at Eddie, in the dark room...

Eddie, panicking, delegates Ana's fire station tour to Ravi, then Eddie's eyes again seek Buck's and linger on Buck while Eddie mutters that he'll "put these up there" (salads Ana brought),

then Eddie, eyes flitting between Ana and Buck, rambles "I don't want these things to wilt!" and skedaddles.

...

If there's a heterosexual explanation to this all then I can't fucking find it!!

#911 buddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #buddie 911 #ana flores #obsessing over this scene again #obsessing over buddie again #tv: 911 #911 fox #911 on abc

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hisbucky · 10 months

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Eddie: courting Buck gives flowers, takes on dates, etc Buck: Eddie is such a nice friend!

Flash Fiction #3 [Oblivious!Buck]

God, he loves Eddie.

For the millionth time, Buck breathes in the flowers the other man had given him this morning, ignoring the way Hen is looking at his besotted expression in absolute disgust. He doesn't blame her - Buck is pretty sure if there is anybody entitled to making faces at his pathetic crush on Eddie, it would be her. God knows how many times he’s talked about it Hen in just the past week.

“Awful nice of Eddie to get you flowers there, Buck,” she comments, and he shrugs off the pointed implication, mumbling excuses.

“Eddie’s just being a good friend.” There’s a collective groan on the other side of the firehouse, but Buck doesn’t pay it any mind as he sighs longingly at the bundle in his hands. “He’s such a nice friend…”

Hen chuckles, and she looks past his shoulder for a moment before she turns right back to him, asking, “And those times Eddie brought you to all those restaurants over the last month? What about those dates? Are those the kind of thing friends do?”

Stuttering, Buck shyly picks on one of the stems in the bouquet, “They weren’t dates… we were just, we were just going out as friends…”

She gives him a look, one that he recognises as her silently shouting at him that he was an idiot. “And did either of you said that, or was that the implication when you talked about how nice he looked the next day?”

Buck shakes his head, refusing to let the hope build. He smiles, a bit sadly, and says, “If, if it was a date, Eddie would’ve said so, right? He wouldn’t beat around the bush and do all of this… as much as I want them to be real—“

“They were. Dates, that is.” A hurried voice interjects, and Buck whirls around to find himself facing his best friend—Eddie looking right at him, his cheeks flushed an attractive shade of red as the man continues, “If you want them to be real dates, then they are, Buck. I want them to be as real as you think.”

As for Buck, well, his eyes flutter in a mix of surprise and shock, barely even registering the smug smirk on Hen’s face.

#flash fiction #911onfox #this ask was such a long time ago #911 show #911 fanfic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #hen wilson #eddie x buck #incomplete

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