#911 fanfic

[mid-knight-black]

I think I’ve seen this film before…

…and I didn’t like the ending

[aliesbienish]

Changing Dynamics

Eddie has a discussion with Chris. Background Buddie x Reader.

“I don’t see how this is fair to me,” Chris exclaimed after a few minutes of processing.

“I know mijito. Say the word and I’ll end it. You are the most important person in my life. If this makes you uncomfortable then say so.”

“I’m not uncomfortable Dad. I want you to be happy. And seeing you with Buck made it very obvious you weren’t before,”

“Chris it wasn’t that I wasn’t happy…”

“You were literally hiding a part of yourself. Which after time with abuelo and abuelita I can understand. I felt like I couldn’t tell them I didn’t like chess, telling them you are a raging bisexual must have felt on par to admitting you were hitler incarnate.” Eddie snorted, but didn’t argue.

“The point is if she also makes you happy then go for it. I like her, despite her clearly awful taste in men.”

“Ouch. Buck will be devastated to know you said that. So what about it isn’t fair?”

“Buck is already like a second dad to me. So if [y/n] comes in and becomes another parent to me” Eddie opens his mouth to interrupt, but Chris quickly cuts him off “I know she’s not replacing mum. But it’s bound to happen. You fall in love with such caring people it’s not like she’ll ignore me. And to be honest I was stuck listening to her and Buck argue about the best animals at the zoo for 20 minutes while you were at the grocery store yesterday so I expect she’ll be happily tagging along to any family days we have.”

“Well that’s on you. If I didn’t catch you messaging Denny at 11:30pm on a school night, you would of had your phone and been able to ignore them.”

“Exactly the point. There will now be three of you watching my every move. I’ll get away with nothing in this house. How will I ever fulfill my teenage duty to sneak out? Three parents is too many to account for, I’m screwed.”

“So let me make sure I understand. You’re saying you like [y/n]? You’re okay with her, Buck and I all being in a relationship? You are happy for her to move in? You’re just not happy that someone else can ground you?”

“Exactly. In fact after hearing you say it I know what we can do,”

“Do you now?” Eddie questioned dubiously.

“Yup. How about you give me back my phone now and we extend my bedtime to midnight?”

“I’ll give you your phone you pest. But since you reminded me that I’m not your only parent, I’ll discuss the bedtime with them,” Eddie smirked, ruffling Chris’ hair.

[lynlovesspn]

killing bobby nash easter week is so diabolical. he’s gonna rise in 3 days fear not!

[lonelychicago]

I'm a thief, (he can join the heist)

buck/eddie | teen and up | 3.5k words

“So, I don't think Maddie mentioned what you do for work?” “Oh, I'm a cop.” Buck says, hesitating just for a fraction of a millisecond. People have very different reactions to that revelation, depending on who they are, and Buck's prepared himself for pretty much every possible scenario. “Oh,” Eddie says after a beat, voice neutral, impassive and cool. “Maddie didn't mention you were a cop.” His date sounds too put together— So effortless that you just know a great amount of effort has been put into sounding as natural and indifferent as Eddie has. Buck thinks and knows that Officer Grant would immediately be suspicious of it, and he tries to push the thought away. She can be a little paranoid. or: Maddie might be the worst (best) matchmaker in history.

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[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday 🦵

Ok so I have been slowly chipping away at physio fic. It may not be out when I said tho because I have been focusing on driving and also studying for an exam I have next week asjdashkdha but I will get it out eventually. Let me know if you want to be tagged when it’s posted. Anyway here's a mostly canon scene + Tommy <3

The doctor looks at Buck. He can feel his eyes studying him like he can see right through his guilt. “Did it come out of nowhere?” the doctor asks pointedly. “No pain or tenderness in the leg? Skin discolouration, swelling?”

Buck swallows. He can see Tommy and Maddie both looking at him out of the corner of his eyes. He doesn’t make eye contact. Can’t look at their faces. “I— I just thought I pulled a muscle or something.” He’s not lying, he’s not. He didn’t know. Or maybe he just didn’t want to think about anything else going wrong. 

He sighs. “Okay, I— I’ve been training for my LAFD recertification test—”

“—He’s been pushing himself, hard,” Tommy adds, and Buck shoots him a glare only to be met with a soft expression of concern that only has him feeling guiltier. 

The doctor nods. “Well, it's not surprising. Training hard can lead to dehydration, which can increase the risk of clots.” 

So it’s his fault. He wasn’t taking care of himself. Not drinking enough water. He’s such an idiot. 

“I’m sorry…” Tommy whispers next to him, placing a gentle hand on his leg. 

Buck blinks up at him confused. “It’s not your fault? I don’t—”

“I saw how hard you were pushing yourself, and I didn’t stop you, even when I wanted to. I should’ve—”

“Tommy,” Buck says seriously. “I wouldn’t have listened to you. I— I didn’t listen to you. And— and Eddie. I thought I could handle it.” Buck looks back to the doctor, suddenly feeling too vulnerable. “Okay, um, well, great. Look, I— I'm not dead. You–You found the clots. When can I get out of here?” 

He needs to get out of here. Needs to get far away from the sympathetic looks of his sister and his— Tommy. Needs to get out of the hospital and back in uniform and fighting fires and— and helping people. That’s where he belongs. 

“We'll move you to a room. Keep you on the anticoagulants. Tomorrow, we'll run some more tests. And then, we'll see where to go from there.”

We’ll… see? Buck does not like the sound of that. The room is starting to feel smaller again. He blinks, takes a breath. He can’t do this. 

Tommy pats his leg. “Thanks, Doc. You know what, I'm gonna— I’m gonna go tell everyone that you're okay. Let them know that you're staying awhile, all right?”

“Tom—” Buck starts, but Tommy’s already out the door, without so much as a second glance.

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[v88sy]

Give me a Buckley Sibling Brunch Hour where Buck starts the obligatory "I don't know what we are" discussion, and Maddie just answers "seems pretty obvious to me."

"Is it? Because I don't know what I would even do without him right now, but I also know that this isn't the time to bring it up. It feels like we're back together, we're mostly doing all of the same things as before..."

And Maddie just freezes him with a look.

"I mean, no. Not everything."

And it's at that moment Chim and Tommy walk in from their agreed upon commiseration date, which just happened to consist of getting day drunk at some shitty bar and Ubering home.

They seem to be "arguing" over something that has Buck's interest piqued.

"And you were just making kissy faces at him, trying to lure him over like some cat." Chim nearly gets the whole sentence out without tripping over his words.

"What else was I supposed to do! It's not like I'm some expert!"

The pair make it to the kitchen, only to be stopped dead by the glare on Buck's face and the confusion on Maddie's.

"I'm sorry, who exactly were you trying to kiss?" And oh God, if that wasn't the world's largest pout.

It's silent for a second longer than needed before Chim lets out a laugh. "You seriously never heard the story of Maurice?"

[letmegrabyourcuteass]

I'd like to see it as a series finale, after coping with Bobby's death, everyone moving on with their lives. Chim officially takes over the Captain role, and he and Maddie are expecting a third child. Athena is following her career and being there for her kids. Hen and Karen move, Karen wanting to follow her dreams and having a big chance at it, and Hen follows right after her. Buck feels out of place. He usually gets this feeling when he travels. When it's time to go.

He doesn't want to be captain at all after being offered the position at another firehouse. Everyone is shocked, but he feels like he's still trying to heal from everything. He doesn't really get over losing Bobby.

Eddie and Chris eventually move back, Chris growing up the rest of his teenage years in LA, and Buck making good memories with the Diaz boys.

Christopher is moving to college. He's grown, and he has great close friends. He hears that Buck is leaving LA as well, a day after Christopher sets out for college. He's probably helping with Chris' move-in and taking off after. Eddie eventually finds out.

"Is this your last bag?" Eddie asks. Both he and Buck had been helping Chris move into his dorm.

"It's yours, actually," Chris says. Eddie jerks his head, giving his son a confused look.

"What?"

"Dad," Chris sighs. "Thank you for everything. No matter what you think, or Abuela and Abuelo think, you've been a great dad, and I love you for always being there for me." Chris blinks, glances away from his dad, and towards Buck leaning against the jeep. "But I think Buck needs you more than I do right now."

Eddie looks over to Buck longingly.

"You chased after me when I left for Texas. I think...Buck needs someone chasing after him."

"Christopher..." Eddie blinks the tears back.

"You deserve to be happy." They hug for a long while, Eddie making sure his son is all set. Chris gives him an exasperated look before shooing him off.

The day after, when both Buck and Eddie make it back in LA, Buck is up early in the morning, packing stuff. He had been slowly getting rid of things, although he didn't have a lot to begin with. Many of his belongings he donated to Maddie when she moved into a larger house.

He's at a gas station, filling up his gas and checking under his hood to make sure everything in his jeep is set for a road trip. He shouts when he slams the hood to see Eddie there in his jeep. The man laughs, sliding out of the vehicle.

"Eddie," Buck hisses as he clutches his heart. "Christ, you scared the hell outta me. What are you even doing?"

Eddie makes a confused face. "What do you mean?"

"In my jeep?" Buck scrunches his face. "How did you even get here?"

"This is your favorite gas station to stop by when we have roadtrips with Christopher for so many years, Buck." He leans against the front of the jeep.

"I'm still confused. Why aren't you at home? Don't you have a shift?"

"Rude, Christopher even packed my bag and everything," Eddie huffs.

Buck blinks. "Your what?"

"My bag?" Eddie points to the jeep with his thumb, "Threw it in the back seat."

"Y-your bag?"

"Yeah?"

Buck got quiet, staring at Eddie, eyes big and vulnerable.

"Eddie, what are you saying?"

Eddie's eyes soften. "I can't come with you?"

"Y-you want--" Buck swallows. "You wanna come with me?"

"Well, yeah. How--oompf!" Eddie doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence before Buck gathers him in a huge hug, one that lifts Eddie off his feet.

"You sure?" Buck mumbles, head buried in the crook of his neck.

"Yes."

"You sure, you sure? Y-you can't back out of this." Buck sniffles.

"Wouldn't want to," Eddie whispers. "I love you too much."

Buck squeezes even tighter. He backs away slightly, taking a chance to cup Eddie's jaw.

"One last chance," Buck offers. Eddie surges forward and kisses him.

They both leave LA, and travel. Buck doesn't know why, but he can't deny the feeling that it was time for him to go. LA has been great, but his heart needs to venture and heal. This time, though, he's not alone.

Buck holds Eddie's hand, interlocking their fingers as Eddie chatters, smiling widely.

They post numerous photos online, with Eddie participating in odd jobs alongside Buck. Eddie has never been happier, and Buck never gets to feel the sense of loneliness again.

They update a recent photo, and their precious found family spots a matching pair of rings on their left finger.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

New Fic: your face has faded but lingers on

For @harumichipinco - it's finally here! Proud of this one.

Summary:

After a minor injury, Eddie learns that for years Buck - who was lost in an accident years before - is his guardian angel. Now able to see and interact with Buck, the two develop an unusual and deep bond. One Eddie doesn't want to let go of.

Snippet:

“How are you real?” He whispers.

Buck whips back around to look at him. His eyes are wide with concern.

“You’ve never been able to see me before,” Buck says. “Why can you see me now?”

“What are you?” Eddie asks.

“Oh, honestly,” Buck looks himself over. “I don’t know, man. I’m just kind of stuck with you. I think I’m your guardian angel.”

“My… My what?” Eddie asks.

“You know… You’re about to get shot, I push you out of the way. That sort of thing.”

Wait… All the injuries Eddie has miraculously avoided. They all happened after Buck’s accident. They were all so unlikely. So lucky. 

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Prompt -  "You're one of us now."

Notes - Season 8, Episode 15 Spoilers // it's a bad week to be a tlou and 911 fan but at least I'm uploading because of it

You’d been in LA for six months now and still hadn’t gotten used to it. For the first few months you’d just sit in your apartment, not leaving unless you absolutely had to, which between all the delivery services out there was rare. 

Eventually though you had to get on with your life. You had to start the fresh beginning you’d come here for. 

So you forced yourself to start functioning like a proper human being, forced yourself to leave the safety of your apartment and go to a coffee shop a few blocks down the road, forced yourself to go for a walk along the pier, forced yourself to go grocery shopping. 

To anyone else it wasn’t an achievement, it was just everyday life but to you it was big. 

You’d been reckless back when you were a part of Station 252, an awful relationship, one that had left you a shell of yourself, that had seen you putting yourself into unnecessary situations both on and off the job. Eventually your reckless behaviour had been enough to cause a call to go wrong, people had been hurt because you weren’t focused, because your mind was so far away from the scene. 

Yet they hadn’t fired you, you’d been transferred out to LA. You hadn’t spoken to anyone from the new fire house but the Captain had reached out when you got here, assuring you the job was there when you were ready to take the test that would tell you if you were stable or not to go back. 

Six months in LA and you had finally felt ready to take it. You were still broken, still had to deal with the fears and the ghosts from your old life but you wanted to go back to work. 

And so you did. 

You passed the test, shocking even yourself when they’d given you the all clear and spent the morning getting ready, feeling like a bag of nerves as you walked into your new fire house. 

You saw some of the team had gathered up the stairs, two of the men cooking whilst the others sat at the table, all five of them talking and laughing and it made you relax slightly, calmed the thunderous beating of your heart as you climbed the stairs and stood just beyond the scene.

The older of the two men cooking was first to notice you, the small furrow of his eyebrows as he looked at you was quickly replaced by a kind smile, drawing the attention of the others. 

“Um, hi, can we help you?” The other man cooking asked and before you had a chance to reply the man with the kind smile answered. 

“This is Y/N, right?” He asked you and you nodded, watching as he stepped around the counter and made his way over to you. “Y/N here is joining us from New York.”

“No way, that’s so cool! Why didn’t you tell us?” The man asked before turning to you. “Welcome to the 118. I’m Buck, that there is Eddie, then we have Chim and Hen and that there is our Captain, Bobby Nash.”  

You smiled at everyone, giving a polite wave and was shocked by how genuine your smile was. 

“Buck, watch the food, I’ll be right back.” Bobby said as he gestured for you to follow him to his office and you felt your stomach drop. 

“Relax, I’m not here to pick apart your life up in New York.” Bobby said as you both sat down and you nodded, the tension not leaving your shoulders. “I am here though if you need anything. Doesn’t matter what it is, you need me, you pick up that phone and call.”

“That’s it?” You couldn’t help but ask, feeling taken aback with how seriously he’d seemed to mean his words. “No list of rules for me to stick to, no threats looming over my head of what happens if I ever spiral again?”

“You’re gonna spiral again, Y/N. One day you could be great and then the next something’s gonna hit you, it might be your old life, it might be something that triggers you on the job. When that happens, you come to me. I can’t promise I can fix it but I can promise you won’t be alone.” Bobby told you, his voice kind and soft but filled with so much conviction that you trusted him without knowing him. 

“That’s it?” You asked softly in disbelief causing him to chuckle. 

“That’s it. You came here for a new start, Y/N, I’m not treating you any different to how I treat the others. You’re one of us now.” 

His words had your eyes stinging but you kept yourself composed and nodded, choking out a thank you that had the man grinning and gesturing for you to follow him back to the others, Bobby’s hand holding your shoulder the whole time and never straying too far as you got to know the team. 

Things had been good, it had been a year since you moved to LA and six months since you’d become a part of the 118, the firehouse feeling more like home than anywhere else ever had. 

Things had been good. 

Then you had a call that left your hands shaking. It hadn’t even been a particularly bad call to begin with, it was a building fire but it was easy enough to get in and out of, passing civilians down to safety without trouble.

Then the building shook and your heart leapt, remembering the last time you’d been in this situation. 

It was the last call before you were sent away and you hadn’t bothered securing your safety equipment properly. It was routine enough that you thought you’d be in and out but then just as you picked a child up ready to get him out, the building shook violently and you felt yourself falling. 

Thankfully, despite the drop, you’d kept the kid safe, hurting yourself in the process but that didn’t matter. 

It wasn’t long after that you found yourself no longer a member of the 252. 

“Hey Y/N!” You heard Buck call through the radio and it snapped you back to reality, your hands gripping your safety harness so hard your knuckles were white. “Y/N, do you copy?”

Your throat was dry, you opened your mouth but couldn’t answer, the panic had already built up and worsened as the building shook again.

You knew you had to get out, so why couldn’t you move?

“Y/N?” Buck tried again, the rest of the 118 stood outside looking up at the building and Buck looked at Bobby desperately. 

“I’m going in.” Bobby said when you failed to respond, watching Buck shake his head but didn’t protest when Bobby gave him a sharp look. 

Bobby made his way through the building, the smoke blocking his view for the most part but he found you easy enough, you were frozen to the spot, one hand gripping your safety harness whilst the other held the wall like it was the only thing grounding you. 

“Hey kid,” Bobby called and he watched as your head snapped up, your wild, panicked gaze meeting his calm one. “You’re okay, you did good. We got everyone out and nobody got hurt.”

He watched you take a moment to process his words before you nodded, not taking your eyes off of him. 

“You did good but we need to leave, Y/N.” He said softly, reaching out a hand for you to grab.

You looked at Bobby’s hand, steady and still, and watched as your own finally reached for him, shaking violently, only stopping when Bobby wrapped his around yours. 

“That’s my girl.” He smiled over at you and you couldn’t stop the ragged breath that left you, body on autopilot as you let Bobby lead you out, just in time for the building to crumble. 

The team immediately encompassed you and despite how foggy your mind felt, despite how overwhelming it was, you couldn’t stop the warm feeling that spread through you at how much they cared. 

Plus Bobby’s hand was still in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. 

Bobby was tempted to pull you into his office once you’d all arrived back to the house but he stopped himself. This was the first time you’d faltered since being here and he wanted to see if you would come to him on your own. 

It took nearly an hour but Bobby had to fight back a smile when he saw you approaching him, clearly nervous but his words from the first time you’d met had been playing in your head since you got back. 

“I froze.” You said after a few minutes of sitting next to Bobby in silence.

“You froze.” Bobby agreed and you looked over at him, his eyes as kind as they always were, a steady, unshakable force that you needed. 

“What if I can’t do this job anymore? What if every time a building shakes all I see is me falling, see the kid in my arms sobbing in fear?” You asked, tears stinging your eyes. 

“You can do this job, Y/N.” Bobby told you and his words were so certain that you believed them too, a shuddering breath escaping you. “Everyone got out safely because you made sure they did. You froze, it happens. That’s the beauty of the 118, you freeze? It doesn’t matter, we’re all here for each other, if you can’t get out on your own, we’ll come get you.”

You let out a small sob and Bobby couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, smiling as you buried yourself into his chest. 

“I told you, you’re one of us. We’re here to you, you’re not alone anymore, Y/N.” 

“I don’t deserve it.” You mumbled into his chest and Bobby sighed, running his hand up and down your back. 

“Everyone on this team has done something they think they can’t atone for but they can. This team is never going to hold your actions over you, they’re gonna drag you through the tunnel to the other side, trust me I know that better than anyone.” Bobby told you softly and you looked up at him with a shaky smile. 

“I’m glad I got sent here, couldn’t imagine not having you by my side.” You told him, smiling as he pulled you further into his arms and held you tightly. 

“Me too, kid.” He murmured softly, not at all surprised by how much he’d meant those words, between you and Buck the father instincts he thought were long gone were being dragged up to the surface, protective of the two youngest of his team. 

You’d meant it though, despite only being a part of the 118 for six months, it was hard to believe you’d gone so long without knowing Bobby. His kind, steady presence was what you depended on, the way it was so easy to talk to him, easy to trust him. You couldn’t picture a world without him anymore. 

Despite all the bad things that had happened in New York, despite all the hurt and guilt and regret you carried, you were glad for it because without it you never would have met Bobby Nash and that was the biggest tragedy of them all.

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calling out for somebody to hold tonight

3.4k / buddie / bobby lives / love confessions / teen+

quick little spec fic with buck confessing first, but eddie making the first move. also bobby lives because I want him to...

Home: def. a familiar or usual setting: congenial environment. also: the setting of one’s domestic attention. Buck is lying on his bed, Eddie’s arm around him and his head rested at the point where Eddie’s shoulder meets his collar bone. He’s staring at the ceiling, careful not to look anywhere else. It’s nothing very interesting. Just a white ceiling, not even popcorn speckled. But Buck’s pretty sure he never wants to look away from it, because the second he does, it might break whatever moment they are stuck in. If he looks away, he might forget what home feels like, just before it slips away forever. The thing is, Buck is pretty sure that home is Eddie. Here with him, right now, in Los Angeles. It’s Eddie, in a soft blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, gently carding his fingers through Buck’s curls. Buck can feel the sweat from his armpit, Eddie’s hairs tickling the back of Buck’s neck, sending tiny sparks down his spine. The rise and fall of Eddie’s chest is perfectly in sync with Buck’s own, the faint whistle of Eddie’s breathing allowing Buck to keep them aligned. It’s like every inhale of Eddie’s scent adds more of him to Buck’s blood stream. Even the slightest contact between them makes Buck feel completely grounded in reality, especially when he’s floating aimlessly through his own thoughts. Home. At least how Buck would define it, if he were asked to do so. Eddie clears his throat, the first to break Buck’s thoughts, naturally. “I still can’t believe Bobby is actually alive.” Buck huffs out a laugh, the funeral procession and the eulogies and the tears shed almost a distant memory at this point. Almost. “I can’t believe you’re going back to Texas tomorrow,” Buck replies instead, just wanting to savor every moment they have left now that Bobby is okay. Eddie lets out a deep sigh. Buck barely hears the muttered “Yeah,” Eddie somehow making the single syllable sound broken. He feels a shift near his head, Eddie’s hand dropping from Buck’s hair to his chest, thumb right over Buck’s heart. He absently wonders if part of why he won’t look away from the ceiling is because then he’ll have to see Eddie’s bags, sat by the bedroom door, already packed. Buck raises his hands from where they rested on his stomach to mindlessly fiddle with Eddie’s fingers. Slotting his own fingernails underneath Eddie’s, tracing every wrinkle on his knuckles, pushing the pad of his finger against Eddie's until he pushes back. Buck is learning that Eddie quite likes casual touch like this. Or, Buck feels him practically radiate unsaid praise with each brush of their fingers, at least. The thing is, the casual touch like this, while cuddling. It’s new.

or: Bobby lives, Buck takes Chim's advice, and Buck and Eddie trade secrets and promises

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[littlemissagrafina]

I'll Give You Everything

or, as it's affectionately titled, the smutty Bucktommy Couch Fic inspired by the Captainswan scene from S06E01

for @exhaustedpirate

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Buck barely has any coherent thoughts as Tommy starts guiding him backwards over the arm of the couch, caught up in the weight of Tommy's hand curled into his hair and the other gripped his hip.

“Oh wait, what about your shift?”

“I called out.” Is Tommy’s short reply before he's lowering them smoothly to the cushions, their bodies pressed close as he shifts to straddle Buck.

Their lips meet, Tommy tilting his head to the side and nipping at Buck's bottom lip and following the bite with his tongue, just the way he likes it and Buck already knows that he's flushed and red beneath his shirt and jacket. Both of which have him feeling entirely too clothed compared to Tommy who had ditched his own jacket as soon as they'd stumbled through the door and out of their shoes, his shirt thrown somewhere unknown to either of them.

“Mmh,” He moans into Tommy, pulling away fractionly. “My jacket?” 

“I think you mean my jacket,” 

Which, to be fair, the jacket is actually Tommy’s, but Buck had been helpless to the call of the smart LAFD zip up with Kinard printed on the back when they'd left for the bar.

“It's fine where it is.” Tommy ducks back in for another kiss, groaning when Buck dodges it.

“Really?”

Tommy huffs, burying his face into the hollow of Buck's throat, his stubble scratching the sensitive skin there. “Yes. It has my name on and it's turning me on so much I've barely been able to function on anything all night, now will you please let me kiss you?”

Stomach swooping, Buck just nods and Tommy is back and kissing him hungrily, licking into his mouth. His hips roll when Buck shifts his legs and presses his feet to the couch cushions, his thighs pushing Tommy slightly higher. Their hips cradle as close as they rocked together, grinding hard into each other. 

It's still not enough for Buck, it never is. If he had it his way, he would climb beneath Tommy's skin and be with him always. His boyfriend only chuckled when he'd said as much in the past, grinning at him with fond amusement. 

“I'm definitely doing something wrong if you can still get so caught in your thoughts.” Tommy's voice breaks him from thoughts.

His hand slides from where it had been gripping Buck's curls the whole time, palm sliding down to the nape of his neck and around to cup his jaw, Buck leaning into the touch.

It's automatic, when Tommy’s thumb drags against his bottom lip, for Buck to dip his tongue out teasingly against the digit, delighting at the way Tommy’s already blown pupils dilate even more.

“My thoughts are of you, if that helps. How I want to climb into you, be surrounded by you 24/7. I can't ever get enough of you.” 

There's a flash of that same fondness from the first time he'd said it, cut through by the pure lust that's taken them over.

“Only slightly. But why get stuck thinking of me when I'm right here, Baby.” The words are punctuated by an honestly filthy grind of Tommy's hips, the angle once again rubbing their pants-covered dicks together so perfectly it leaves Buck keening high in his throat.

His head falls back, thumping into the couch cushions when Tommy does it again, breath hitching as he pants. He's already more pent up then he'd realised, a fire slowly burning hotter and hotter in his core.

“There we go.” Tommy’s voice is rough, sending shivers down Buck's spine. “Just be here with me, just feel. You're so fucking gorgeous.” He peppers kisses and nips down from Buck's jaw to his neck. He sucks a mark where his neck and shoulder meet, his own barely there moans muffled against the slowly blooming marks.

Buck sighs, baring his throat even more. He whines when Tommy pulls away, leaning forward to chase his lips, thrusting up and trying to drag their hips back together.

“No, come back!” 

Tommy leans forward, kissing him quick and dirty, then pulls away again. “Trying to get us naked here, Ev.”

Oh, yeah, he'll allow that. Buck nods frantically. “Yup, okay, I like that. All the nakedness.” He scrambles clumsily to get his pants off, eyes drawn back to Tommy already stripping off his briefs. His pants hook on his one foot so he stands and kicks at them until they're flung off and away, his own underwear joining them. He's about to shrug off his Tommy’s jacket and shirt when Tommy stops him.

“Take your shirt off, but the jacket goes back on.” Tommy's eyes burn when they meet his, all swirling love, sparking with fire and possessiveness.

“Fuck.” Buck swallows hard, his cock twitching and dripping and they haven't even touched skin to skin yet. He obeys, yanking his shirt over his head and throwing it over the back of the couch before pulling the jacket back on.

He barely has it settled back on his shoulder when Tommy is plastered to him, hands on either side of his face pulling him in for an almost bruising kiss that sends him reeling. His head rushes and they're back down on the couch, this time with him on top and straddling Tommy’s hips, both of their cocks lined up oh so conveniently.

“Shit, fuck, Tommy.” He gasps when the older man takes them both in hand, fingers already slick from the lube he'd grabbed from between the cushions. He fucks forward, relishing the drag of Tommy's hand around them as his hips rock forward in short thrusts.

Tommy rocks his own cock forward at each backwards roll from Buck, leading to a dizzying push and pull of almost endless sensation. “You're so gorgeous, Baby. I can't believe you're mine.” He sits up, pulling Buck closer with his free hand until he's sat almost in Tommy's lap, legs wrapped around him. Tommy never stops his movements, hand still working away between them.

“You're a fucking vision, here on top of me, wrapped in my jacket with my name across your back. The things you do to me, fuck, Evan.” His head drops and Buck is moaning high and loud when lips clasp over his nipple.

“Bet I'd look even better with your cock in me.” Buck pants out. “I even cleaned up before we left for the bar.

Tommy pulls back, looking up at him with an absolutely wicked grin. “Well then maybe you should get on that. Wouldn't want all of my Baby's efforts to go to waste.”

“Maybe I should,” Buck grabs Tommy’s wrist, bringing his hand up from between them and guiding it back around him until Tommy’s fingers are pressing at his hole, wet and sticky from lube and their combined pre-cum, “And maybe you should help me.”

“With pleasure, Baby.” Tommy reaches back with his free hand, searching for the lube. His fingers slip away from Buck's ass for just a moment before they're back, extra slicked with two of them sliding inside of him easily.

He finds Buck's prostate with unerring accuracy, pressing and teasing until Buck is shaking, his lip bitten between his teeth. 

“Wait, wait! I'm gonna come.” Buck's hand shoots back, stilling Tommy’s movements. “I want you inside me.”

The older man hums, pressing their foreheads together. “Okay, I've got you. I'm waiting, let me know when I can move and I'll get my cock inside you.”

They stay there, breathing quietly until Buck nods, kissing Tommy until they're both panting and grinding against each other. 

“Yeah?” Tommy pants. “You want me? Want my cock inside you so you can ride me? All pretty on top, wearing Daddy's jacket?”

It pushed Buck over the edge of his patience. He pulls off of Tommy's fingers, sitting up more on his knees and guiding Tommy’s cock to his entrance and bearing down until his ass is nestled to Tommy’s thighs and his dick is buried deep inside him in one swift move.

Twin groans are punched out of them,  Buck’s thighs shaking as he lifts himself up to drop right back down, setting a punishing pace.

Tommy twists a hand in his curls, yanking him down and licking into his mouth, their tongues sliding together, moans and breathes mingling between them.

“Take what you want.” Tommy mutters into his lips. “I'll give you everything, Evan. Everything you want. It's all yours, Baby.”

“You. Just you, fuck, Tommy. You feel so good. I love how you feel, I love you.”

It all fades to a blur of sweat slick movements, skin slapping, moans and groans echoing around the creaking of the couch between them.

Tommy shifts on Buck's next upwards thrust, angling himself just right for him to slip that bit deeper and for his cock to nail Buck's prostate.

It's game over for both of them. Buck flies over the edge, cum spilling between them, untouched apart from the friction against their stomachs.

The way he tightens, muscles taught from his orgasm, is enough to push Tommy over the crest as well, burying himself deep in Buck.

Tommy’s thrusts slow down, the two of them rocking together as they sluggishly start coming down.

He pulls them gently backwards until they're laying flat on the couch, running his hands up and down Buck's back, blunt nails tracing absentmindedly over the embroidered letters.

They trade kisses, Tommy jolting when Buck bites at his pec, not able to resist when it waa right there in front of him.

“Fucking Brat. I'm not getting it up again so soon after that.” Tommy rolls his hips, partially soft cock rubbing against Buck's sensitive walls, laughing at his hiss.

“Fine. Tomorrow, then?” Buck pouts, chest warming when Tommy just shakes his head and smiles.

“Everything you want.”

Buck can't resist it. 

“And if I want you to give me your name?” His props his chin on Tommy’s chest, staring straight into his eyes, watching the burst of surprise fade to bemusement, backlit with sparkles of disbelieving joy.

“Evan Buckley, you did not just ask me to marry you with my dick still inside of you.” 

He snorts and they're both breaking into laughter.

“It's a yes, by the way. I'll give you my name in a heartbeat.” Tommy continues when they've caught their breath. “Just as long as we have an official proposal sometime. There's no way in hell I'm telling any of our family that this is how we got engaged.”

“Deal.”

-

“Does this mean I can keep my jacket?”

“It's my jacket, Evan!”

“That's what you think.”

[lihhelsing]

On the fifth call that went straight to voicemail, Eddie decided to call Maddie.

He was trying not to bother her, as she had a lot going on after her husband almost died inside a fucking lab, but he had been trying to reach Buck all morning and got nothing.

He was worried, is all.

"Hey, Maddie. I, uh, is Buck working?"

"Working? Eddie, Buck is... he's missing."

"What do you mean he's missing? When? H-how? And why didn't anyone call me?"

He heard her sigh on the line. So much for not bothering her.

"I'm sorry," she said. Always so nice. "I... we didn't call because we're sure it's nothing. And, you know, you're in El Paso so it's not like you'd know where he was."

"I... well that's fair. I've called him a few times, but his phone seems to be dead or something."

"Yeah," she sighed again. She sounded so tired. "I talked to him last night. Well, talk is a little strong. I spoke and he listened. He's having a hard time dealing with everything."

And by everything she meant Bobby.

"I know. I've been trying to talk to him about it. Since the funeral, at least. But he keeps repeating that he's fine and he has everything under control."

"Yeah. Same here. I'm a little worried, but I mostly think he needed some time alone. I'm sure he'll turn up later today. I'll let you know as soon as I have him, okay?"

God, Eddie appreciated her so much.

"Yeah. Thank you, Maddie. Take care." Eddie sighed, pocketing his phone once the call disconnected.

He didn't want to freak out about Buck being missing, but he always told Eddie where he was going and when he was coming back.

Eddie had his location turned on too, but with his phone off, he wouldn't be able to have an accurate reading.

All he could do was wait.

He decided to try to work for a bit, see if it would distract him, so he grabbed his keys and his phone and opened his front door.

And there he was, sitting on his porch, shoulders slumped and face buried in his hands.

"Buck?" Eddie said, walking towards him. "What... how are you here?"

Buck looked up at him and his eyes were puffy and red-rimmed as if he had been crying for hours. It twisted at Eddie's heart. He hated to see him like that.

"Eddie. I'm sorry. I... didn't know where else to go."

"Buck..." he said, moving to sit next to him and spotting his truck in the driveway. "Did you drive here?"

Buck looked up at him with a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry," he said again, his eyes welling up. "I just needed a second, so I went for a drive. I drove aimlessly for some time, and the next thing I knew, I was on the freeway, and I realized the only thing I wanted was to see you."

Eddie blinked at him, unsure how to respond.

"You could've called me," he said softly.

"It was late! I didn't want to wake you."

"Then why didn't you ring the bell? How long have you been sitting here?"

Buck sighed, closing his eyes. "I didn't want to bother you."

"Buck," Eddie said, his tone a little stern.

"I'm sorry," he said again, voice wobbly. "I just needed you."

At that, all of Eddie's thoughts flew out of his head. How could he be mad at Buck for needing him so much that he drove 12 hours without telling anyone?

Eddie reached his arm around Buck's shoulders, pulling him in. Buck went easily, hiding his face in the crook of Eddie's neck.

He felt all his worries leaving his body, as if the mere presence of Buck here and not thousand of miles always quietened everything else.

Buck always had that power over him.

"Come on, let's get inside. You're gonna take a nap, and then we can hang out for a bit when you're rested, yeah?" Eddie said, getting up and pulling Buck along.

He went willingly, a small nod the only proof he had heard Eddie.

Eddie showed him the bedroom and helped him get under the covers, and when he moved to leave, he felt Buck wrapping his hand around his wrist.

"Can you stay? Please. I don't want to be alone right now."

Eddie looked down at him, feeling as if someone was squeezing his heart. "Yeah, of course I can stay, Buck." He was planning to call Maddie, but as he joined Buck on the bed and Buck snuggled close to him, burying his face in Eddie's side, he knew there was no chance he was going to disrupt this.

He picked up his phone and shot her a text instead. "Buck's here. He's fine. I'll have him call you later."

"Thank you. And thank you for taking care of him." She wrote back.

"Always. I got him. Don't worry."

"I know you do ;)"

And if Eddie slept better with Buck wrapped around him than he had in months, that was only for him to know.

[pluvioloulou]

Your Mess Is Mine ~ bucktommy fic

Rated T - Evan Buckley/Tommy Kinard, post-mpreg, hair washing, fluffy, mention of blood - Read here on Ao3

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The soft sound of a baby’s breath was the first thing Eddie heard when he walked into the hospital room. Coffees and tea in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other, wandering in just in time to see Skylar yawn and full body stretch as big as her tiny body would let her.

“Well, good morning to you, miss Skylar.” He smiled at her in his friend’s arms, leaning in after putting their breakfast on the tray-table in front of him.

Buck picked up her little hand and waved it towards Eddie, “Look, Sky, it’s uncle Eddie,” he gently dropped her hand and kissed her head, “and he brought Daddy and Papa breakfast!”

“I got you a tea, Buck.” Eddie took it out of the holder for him, pushing the remaining cups towards the other end of the table for Tommy.

“Ooo, thank you.” Buck patted Sky’s little bottom as he said it, rocking her slightly. It’s like his body was already moving on autopilot.

Next to his husband’s side on the bed, Tommy grabbed the coffee with his name on it from where he sat, he took a sip and hummed a thank you to Eddie. It was just the way he liked it.

“Now, I’ve paid the coffee and breakfast tax, it’s time for a cuddle with my niece.” He rubbed his hands together and gave Buck an award winning smile. Buck rolled his eyes and carefully handed over his daughter.

“I need a shower anyways, I was actually waiting for you to arrive so you could hold her while I do that,” he peeled the covers off himself and got off the bed slowly, “I’ll have breakfast after.” Buck steadied himself, still feeling a bit weak in the legs from the day before.

Sitting in the chair next to the bed, and Sky snuggled against his chest, Eddie arched a brow, “You were waiting for me? But Tommy’s right there.” He didn’t mean for it to sound rude, but the other two knew that, it was evident in their giggles.

Tommy put down his half drunk coffee and leant down to pick up their bag of clothes, he moved around the room towards the small adjacent bathroom.

“He’s helping me.” Buck simply stated and shuffled over to Tommy, following him into the bathroom and suddenly shutting the door behind them.

The door then swung back open, “Oh, and she’s been fed and had a diaper change, so she should be good and happy for the time being, we won’t be long anyway.” And just like that, the door closed again, leaving Eddie and Sky alone in the quiet room, the sun shining in through the blinds onto them.

Eddie sighed, “Just you and me then.” He smiled down at her and saw her hand balled in a fist, so just like he’s been doing, he balled up his own hand and landed the world’s softest fist bump.

There wasn’t much room for two fully grown men, who also happen to be firefighters, in the bathroom, but they could make do.

With a grimace, Buck lifted his arms and Tommy pulled his shirt up and over his head, folded it and then placed it next to the bag to be put in later after the clean clothes were taken out and put on.

Buck caught his reflection in the mirror, eyes scanning over his body to where he still had a noticeable bump, he ran his hand over it and frowned, “I still look pregnant.”

Tommy untied his husband’s sweatpants, pulling them all the way down, “Yeah, well you did just have a baby, like yesterday.” He said matter of factly, tapping Buck’s leg to tell him to step out of the sweats.

He could hear Buck’s thoughts swimming, could see them getting louder as he stared at his body in the mirror. So, he did what any devoted husband would do, he got up, kissed his birthmark and said “Thank you, for bringing our beautiful daughter into the world, you are so amazing, you are incredible, and I love every inch of you.”

A sweet smile broke out over Buck’s face, his cheeks burning a rosy colour as he captured Tommy’s lips in a kiss. “What did I do to deserve someone like you?” He whispered as he pulled away and Tommy looked almost offended at what he said.

“Hey, I should be the one asking that!” Tommy squawked, making Buck giggle.

But as he reached for Buck’s underwear, a hand stopped him and Tommy looked at him in silent question.

“It’s not gonna be pretty down there, I still have that after birth pad and it’s gonna have a load of blood on it.” Buck swallowed, legs feeling even more weak with the added nerves.

The pilot just shook his head and continued to pull down the underwear, “Baby, it’s my job to take care of you, so that’s what I’m going to do,” underwear now in hand, he pulled the bloody pad off, rolled in up and deposited it in the trash, “it’s just a little blood and as for you not looking pretty down there, like I said, Evan, you just had a baby so it’s completely normal.”

Buck’s eyes filled with tears, his body still fresh with a million raging hormones, he never thought he’d find love like this. Someone to care for him, to be there for all the good and the bad, see the ugly and still see beauty.

“I love you.”

Tommy stripped from his own shirt, leaving his sweats on as there is no way they’re both having a shower in such a small space, “I love you too.” It was said like it was the most natural thing in the world, because to them, it was.

Twisting around, Tommy turned on the shower, water rushing out cold before warming on his arm, “Alright, should be warm enough for you.” He held out his hands for Buck to take, guiding him under the spray of the water, steadying his swaying steps.

Buck groaned at the feel of hot water on his skin, washing away the dried sweat and some flakes of blood left on his inner thighs. Leaning forward, he soaked his hair, curls plastered to his forehead and let the water run over his face. Tommy just stood and watched with a smile.

After he was thoroughly soaked, he moved so Tommy could scrub shampoo in his hair. Tommy even graciously gave his dear husband a scalp massage while he was at it. He grabbed the shower head and aimed it to wash all the suds out, moving his hand back and forth through wet curls. Buck just loved it so much when Tommy washed his hair, it was soothing, especially after a particularly long shift.

Once his hair was washed, Tommy moved the shower head down lower, “Okay, I’m gonna wash between your legs now, so tell me if it hurts at all and I’ll stop.”

Buck gripped the bar on the wall to stabilise himself as he spread his legs apart slightly, “Okay.” He nodded.

He jolted as he felt the warm water hit a sensitive spot and Tommy immediately pulled away. “Did I hurt you?” His voice filled with worry.

“No, no babe, just a bit sensitive, keep going.” Buck tried not to laugh at how cute Tommy looked, all worried and pouting.

Tommy tentatively moved the shower head back, going slowly as he moved it side to side to wash off any bodily fluids still clinging on. It wasn’t the first time he’s washed him down there, but it was the first time in this context - and probably wouldn’t be the last.

Satisfied with his job well done, Tommy turned off the shower and reached for the folded towel next to him. One hand took Buck’s as he carefully stepped out and once safely back on dry ground, he wrapped him up.

While Buck stood there in nothing but a towel, Tommy quickly grabbed the clean pair of underwear from the bag and a clean pad and stuck it down inside, he gathered the rest of the clothes and then shoved the dirty ones in the duffle. Putting it all aside, he turned his attention back to his shivering husband.

Swiftly, he removed the towel and started to rub Buck dry, wiping all the droplets off of his skin. He took a wad of tissue and gently dabbed between his legs, before throwing the now wet and spotted blood tissue in the trash can with the used pad. Holding out the padded underwear, he instructed Buck to lift each leg and step into them, he then dragged them up his legs and let him adjust them to sit comfortably.

He did the same with the sweatpants and then ruffled his hair with the discarded towel, attempting to dry it to some extent. And next was the shirt, he lifted his arms for Tommy to slide it on him, giving him a kiss once his head popped out of the hole and the material fell over his torso.

“I also got you these.” Tommy said as he presented a pair of fluffy socks and one of Tommy’s cosy zip-up hoodies that Buck loved to steal.

Buck laughed, “You know me so well.”

Helping with those too, Tommy got him all dressed and cosy, ready to cuddle with their baby girl again. He quickly found his shirt, putting it on before opening the door. But just as he went to step out, Buck rested a hand on his chest and leant in for a short kiss.

“Thank you, Tommy, for all of this.” He whispered.

Tommy cupped Buck’s cheeks and kissed him again, a soft, loving kiss, “I’m just doing what I love,” he kissed him on his birthmark, “taking care of you.”

Stepping out into the room, they stopped to see that Eddie was no longer holding Sky, he was eating a croissant and scrolling on his phone. Opposite him was Bobby, perched on the end of the bed, talking to a very happy Skylar who laid in his arms.

Noticing their presence, Bobby looked up and smiled at the two, “You’re looking a lot more awake today, and fresh.” He joked.

“Well,” Buck smiled, moving towards him to stroke a hand down Sky’s arm, “I have a very doting husband to thank for that.” He threw Tommy a wink.

Once Buck was settled back on the bed, Bobby passed Skylar over to her father’s arms, he then stepped back beside Tommy and watched with the same smile he had been wearing the whole time he’d been in the room. It never left his face.

Resting his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, Bobby gave it a light squeeze, “Thank you, for being there for him and loving him no matter what.” There was complete sincerity in it, he’s known for years how much Bobby thinks of Buck as his son, so of course Tommy stands tall when complimented by the man, complimented on how good he is at taking care of the man he loves with his whole being.

The pilot nods, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, sir.”

Bobby waves his hand in front of him and laughs, “I thought we were past calling me sir.”

Eddie and Buck, eavesdropping on their exchange, burst out laughing causing Tommy’s cheeks to go red. But aside from the slight embarrassment, it was exactly what Tommy had always wanted, a family that is there for one another, and to have moments like this, moments where laughter comes after joyous new beginnings.

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[bravetimetravellingaussie]

I am here

Warnings: swearing (it's pretty tame just a little bit of angst)

Also spoilers for 911 8x15

"What's your problem?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Buck?" Eddie said with a frown.

"With Tommy, you keep treating him like sh*t. You don't have to love him, but he is my boyfriend and I just don't know how I'm supposed to deal with you hating someone I care about."

Eddie scoffed.

"I don't hate Tommy."

"Yes. You do. You snap at him every chance you get and you treat him like he's an idiot and like he's committing an offence to humanity just by existing."

Eddie nodded his head slightly and looks away for a second.

"Fine, you wanna know?" Eddie asked, pointing his finger at Buck's chest. "You wanna know why I treat him like he's an idiot? Because he is one, he is the dumbest son of a b*tch I have ever met."

After everything that happened Buck was too tired to feel guilty about how easily Tommy took him back, how quickly he forgot everything that Buck had said, how seamlessly he fell back into his place in Buck's life. Far too tired. One night when he woke up in the dark and couldn't fall back asleep, his sister's words echoed back to him, about how he needed to learn how to be alone again. Big words coming from someone who wasn't alone. Being faced with death made you want to hold the living closer, Buck wasn't going to let go. Not again. Not until he had to.

He'd finally gotten his wish. When Eddie moved back to LA a couple of months after the incident, Buck moved in with Tommy. Their house was quiet. The time they spent together was wrapped up on the couch or in bed. Tommy had stopped trying to take Buck out on date nights after being turned down every time. Buck was too tired.

Things at work were quiet too. Buck and Ravi had gotten closer, but it was a quiet comradery built on shared grief. Buck didn't cook much anymore, when they ate it was take out or a revolving door of pasta sauces. Eddie seemed to be the one least affected by it all but Buck knew that was just because Eddie had always been the best at burying things.

***

Almost half a year passed before things started coming back to life. Shared snickers at ridiculous calls, exchanged smiles at the kids' birthdays, not a return to normal by any means, but the development of a new normal. Buck started saying yes to Tommy's plans. He was finally beginning to enjoy the new normal.

But then there was Eddie. After the funeral, they lost touch with each other. There wasn't much to talk about, and what little there was was too big and too raw for words, too terrible to talk about out loud. And then when things had gotten better it felt awkward to start again and Buck didn't try. When Eddie told him he was coming back to LA, he couldn't tell if the feeling in his stomach was excitement or dread. But then Eddie was back at the 118 and it was as if he had never left. And Buck couldn't put into words how glad he was. The conversations he'd had with Tommy and Maddie all those months ago felt liked they'd happened a lifetime ago and Buck was just happy to have Eddie back. Except that he seemed to hate his boyfriend.

It was those snide remarks made when you're looking for any excuse to criticise someone. It was death stares hidden behind sarcastic smiles. It was anger released in sharp precise bursts that were easy to miss. But Buck couldn't. And he was scared if it continued, he'd lose Tommy for good this time.

"Buck, what's going on?" Eddie asked when they were finally alone after a shift. "You've been looking like you wanna tell me something for the whole day."

"Yeah," Buck smiled awkwardly, trying to ignore the twisting in his stomach. "Uhm. Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Yeah, go ahead."

"What's your problem?"

"What the hell are you talking about, Buck?" Eddie said with a frown.

"With Tommy, you keep treating him like shit. You don't have to love him, but he is my boyfriend and I just don't know how I'm supposed to deal with you hating someone I care about."

Eddie scoffed.

"I don't hate Tommy."

"Yes. You do. You snap at him every chance you get and you treat him like he's an idiot and like he's committing an offence to humanity just by existing."

Eddie nodded his head slightly and looks away for a second.

"Fine, you wanna know?" Eddie asked, pointing his finger at Buck's chest. "You wanna know why I treat him like he's an idiot? Because he is one, he is the dumbest son of a bitch I have ever met."

"What are you talking about?"

Eddie breathed heavily for a couple of seconds, staring into Buck's eyes with a terrible intensity.

"He's stupid for letting you go in the first place. He's stupid for hurting you. He's stupid because he never really appreciated you while he had you, Buck, not like he should have. That is why I hate him."

"Yeah, well, he was there."

"Buck-"

"No, no, it's okay, I'm not angry at you, we've been over this, you were in El Paso for Christopher and I came to terms with that. It's just how it was. But he was here. And I needed someone."

"You deserve better."

"I'm happy with what I have have. And you need to stop hating Tommy because he was here and you weren't."

"I-" Eddie was getting that look in his eyes again, the look he'd given Buck when he found out he was Freddie Fakeman. Buck felt his own eyes tearing up.

Eddie was being ripped apart from the inside. I am here now, he was screaming. I am here, I am here, I am here, can't you see that?

Eddie felt his chest tightening and suddenly his head was swimming and he was grabbing fistfuls of Buck's shirt and his breathing was too fast and he was feeling faint and then Buck was holding him up and then they were on their knees in front of each other and Buck was holding him and his forehead was resting against Buck's chest and he was staring wide-eyed at the floor between them. Buck was calling his name. Buck's hands were on his back, moving up and down slowly. And Eddie was crying so hard he could barely sob between gasps of air.

"I-"

"Sh, sh, it's okay, it's okay Eddie, I've got you."

"I wasn't-"

"It's okay, it's okay."

"I wasn't- I wasn't there!"

"Eddie-"

"I wasn't there! I'm never there! I wasn't there for Shannon and I wasn't there for Chris and I wasn't there for for Bobby and I wasn't there for you and I was never there!"

"You're here now, Eddie. It's gonna be okay, sh, you're okay."

"I wasn't there."

Buck pushed Eddie away enough to look him in the eyes, Holding onto his shoulders.

"Let's get one thing straight, Eddie, you listen to me, I am glad, I am so terribly glad it hurts, that you were not there, because, Eddie, having to be in there, being there while I knew Bobby was right there, he was right there but he was already gone and there was nothing I could do, Eddie that was the most painful thing I have ever experienced. I am happy you weren't there. And I don't blame you for not sticking around after. You hear me? I don't blame you. Okay?"

Eddie nodded, as much as he could while Buck's hands were still firmly holding him.

"Good." Buck pulled Eddie in close again. "Plus, you came back, that's what matters most, that's better than Abby, and Blaze come to think of it," Buck added with a sniffly laugh.

Oh fuck, did I just compare him to my ex girlfriend whose house I lived in for months?

[l0ve-me-anyway]

Buck: Just breathes into the line...

Eddie: Buck?

Eddie: What's wrong? What happened?

Buck: *choking* Bobby...

Eddie: *rustling and heavy breathing*

Eddie: I'm on the way, leaving now, Bud

Buck: *cries in uppercase*

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WIP Wednesday - The Wolf and the Sea

Despite the beaches being closed, there are still dozens of onlookers, people who want to volunteer but don’t have training, and they don’t have the time to train. Some volunteers are manning the tents, cataloging, and overseeing resources. Running the numbers so he doesn’t have to keep a mental tally. He has another 6 hours this shift. Then he can go home. Then he has to deal with his parents. He’s stumbling towards the remains of the pier when he sees them. Two bodies, wrapped up in each other. A man and a child. The man’s hand curled up over his face, an arm clinging to the boy. The boy who’s got a striped yellow shirt on, with curly hair and— The boy moves. “Hey!” Eddie shouts towards the closest paramedics, “Hey— I need— Someone’s alive over here!” He sprints towards the two now. Tripping over his own feet as the shape of them becomes more and more familiar with every step. “Chris! Buck!” He falls to his knees in the sand. They’re surrounded by debris— wood, and seaweed, and kelp, and muck. The hand falls away from Buck's face as he shifts his body, groaning. Eddie freezes, his breath catching as he looks at the man, his best friend, and the soul bond he’s only ever heard about snaps into place. His heart tethering him to someone he’d never thought was a possibility. “Oh—” Hen says behind him, and Lena is there too, the both of them carrying a backboard. They were the closest ambulance to them, and they’d heard the shout, “Oh my god, Buck.” He can sense the moment Lena realizes what’s happened, the way she suddenly goes on edge, and all Eddie wants to do is pull Buck and Christopher into his arms and shield them from the other werewolf. She’s not family, his brain is irrationally telling him, she’s not pack. Christopher is the first to wake, shoving into Buck as he wobbles slightly, trying to sit up. A different paramedic, one who doesn’t know better, tries to tell Chris to stop, that he’s hurt, “He has cerebral palsy,” Eddie says, “This is — it’s normal.” He guides Chris up to sitting gently, the boy blinking away sleep. “Dad?” He mumbles. “I’m here.” Eddie says, “I’m here, I’ve got you.” The wind from the sea whips up the shore and hits him, strong and salty. Buck shifts, awake now, eyes open and impossibly blue as he takes in the people around him, “Christopher—” “He’s right here, Buck,” Eddie says softly, “You brought him back to me.”

I was tagged in WIP wednesday by @minalover , so I thought I'd share from one of my vaulted fics that's going up after my current long series fic.

This fic is is a fantasy AU about Chris and Buck getting turned into merfolk during the tsunami, where most of the 118 is comprised of people who are some form of mythical creature.