#911 season 8 fic

[becausebuckley]

michelle's season 8 fic recs: week 41!

ALL FICS ON THIS LIST CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR 911 SEASON 8. whether they simply take place during the season or are missing scenes/codas/spec fics for future episodes, there's something for everyone! for this week's spoiler-free buddie recs, click here!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

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breathe in, breathe through | cranberrymoons/@cranberrymoons | 1k | T

“Long night,” he says after a moment. It’s the first thing either of them have said since they left the station, since they ended up here by silent agreement. Eddie nods, and Buck feels himself smile. “Did I tell you I got to steal a motorcycle?” soft and intimate and just so so good <3

'cause you're a sky full of stars | yimooyi | 6.9k and counting | G

5 times Buck finds Eddie leaving him paper stars and 1 time he finds out they're more than just that. i love love love the idea of eddie doing origami and leaving the stars as little gifts for buck so much <3 lovely!!

haunt me (hold me) | paleredheadinascifi | 2.3k | T

Christopher thinks he’s too old to sleep in his dad’s bed after a nightmare. Buck thinks that’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. buckley-diaz family my most beloved <3 such a lovely look at the dynamic between these three!

lead us somewhere (to safety) | grantnashed | 798 | T

Athena is about to land a plane with injured passengers. She doesn’t think she’s gonna make it so she calls Bobby, ready to say goodbye. a little bathena is good for the soul!! i loved this scene in the epusode and i loved this version of it just as much <3

the (martial) art of you | moonsharky/@moonsharky | 16.2k | E

the one where buck and eddie fuck on the floor of an mma gym after hours this is so them <3 had such a great time reading this!!

need to know for sure | goforthetitle/@goforthetitle | 11.4k | T

the OCD!Buck fic. such a fantastic look at buck's reaction to hurting gerrard!! beautifully written <3

there ain't been no sun in LA | spiritsontheroof/@spiritsontheroof | 17.9k | T

Eddie goes back to Texas to bring his son home. Buck handles this well. i knew i would love this just from the tags and i was so happy to be proven right <3 fantastic!!

[mid-knight-black]

Buck: “Eddie is sTrAiGhT”

Them: 🙄🙄🙄

[inwhichitumbl]

enjoying the fact that the main genre of fic to emerge from this hiatus is ‘buck completely loses it after eddie leaves but it’s ok because turns out eddie is as not normal about him as he is about eddie’

ten out of ten no notes

[ashes-of-rozes]

My favorite tweets from the new 9-1-1 episode:

Spoilers

(It’s all Buddie)

[muleumpyo]

The day Eddie left for Texas, Buck made a mistake—the biggest of his life.

And that's saying a lot for a kid who was born a failure.

—

The realization had hit the moment he sat down on Eddie's couch, tablet in hand, head still ringing with the words "El Paso" and "leaving" and "Chris." The words hadn't made sense when Eddie had said them, not at first. He hadn't understood what they really meant.

I'm moving back to Texas.

Buck's own response had come out automatically. He could tell what Eddie needed in that moment—the awkward tilt of his head, his hands squeezing tight, his whole body radiating nervousness—and it wasn't whatever clawed, cold thing had suddenly tightened its grasp around Buck's heart, forcing it still.

Eddie wanted encouragement, so Buck had given it, smiling wide, his voice suddenly too loud in the small space.

It wasn't until he strode over to the couch and dropped himself onto its familiar cushions, that he realized that soon, he wouldn't be able to do that anymore. Eddie would find a place in El Paso, hire movers to wrap up his furniture, and start packing up the little house Buck had come to know as a second home. This couch wouldn't be here anymore, and everything else around him—the art on the walls, the pictures on the mantle, the plates they had eaten off a thousand times together—would be gone.

And Eddie, too. His best friend, his partner, the person he thought he'd see basically every day for the rest of his life. He'd be gone.

Nobody ever stays, Buck thought.

That was unfair, he knew. Of course, Eddie had to be with Christopher. There was no question. Eddie had been miserable these last few months without him. But Buck had always thought—had hoped—that Eddie would get through to Chris, or Chris would realize how much he missed his dad, or how much his dad loved him and wanted him home.

Home. Here, in LA.

Here, with the family they had built with the 118, and Maddie, and Jee, and Karen, and Athena, and all the people he and Eddie both loved...

Love.

For a second, Buck wasn't even sure he was breathing.

It was only when the couch dipped next to him and a familiar hand had landed on his shoulder that Buck realized how long he had been sitting there, frozen. When he looked over, he caught Eddie's relieved smile and his warm brown eyes, crinkled in the corners, all the tension from the kitchen gone.

And his heart, which felt like a stone in the center of his chest, restarted. This was Eddie, and Buck would do whatever he could to make sure he was happy. No matter what it took.

And the thought came then, so familiar it was as if he'd had it a thousand times before, although he never had. Not like this.

I want to kiss him.

But he couldn't do that. Eddie was leaving, and Buck wasn't going to do anything to mess up their friendship before he left.

—

The thought followed him around for the next month, as Eddie found a place (close but not too close to his parents and Christopher, with a pool already in the backyard) and put in an offer, as he put in his resignation and packed up his things and said goodbye to everyone, one by one.

Everyone was emotional about it. Buck's weren't the only tears shed at the goodbye (for now) party. That made it a little easier. It wasn't just him that loved Eddie, even if he was 98% sure nobody else there loved him in quite the same way.

But the thought followed Buck all the way out the front door with Eddie on that final morning, carrying the last boxes from the quiet, empty house. The weather had endeavored to comply with his mood, sending a rare storm through southern California the night before. In the pale morning light, rain silvered the edges of the trailer and the messy strands of Eddie's hair.

This was it.

They put the boxes in the trailer and Eddie pulled it closed, the metallic clank of the latch echoing in Buck's ears like some screwed up record playing the same five seconds of a song, over and over again.

Eddie turned to him, awkwardly clapping his hands together, an uncertain smile pressing into his cheeks.

There was now nothing left to say or do but make their goodbyes.

Neither of them spoke for a long moment.

"Have a good drive," Buck said suddenly, the words coming from somewhere outside himself. "Let me know when you get there."

The smile on Eddie's face shifted slightly, through some emotion Buck couldn't quite read. "Of course."

Silence drew long between them again, awkward in a way it never was. Buck's stomach twisted, his throat tight with some emotion he couldn't name. Was this it? His goodbye with Eddie?

"Well, I—"

"You should—"

They both stopped, each waiting for the other to continue.

This whole thing felt so wrong and it couldn't just be because he didn't want Eddie to go. It was wrong. But he couldn't keep him here, either.

Finally, Buck tried again, attempting to inject levity into his voice that he didn't feel. "You should probably get going, before traffic gets bad."

Amusement lifted the corner of Eddie's lips. "It's LA. Traffic is always bad."

Buck's heart curled up inside his chest. Why couldn't he do this right? "Yeah, I know, I just—"

"I know," Eddie interrupted quietly, stepping closer, his hand warm on Buck's shoulder. He looked... unhappy. "Sorry. I just—" he let out a low breath, shaking his head "—thanks."

Buck wanted to say it was okay, he understood, but he couldn't seem to speak. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Eddie and pulled him in close.

He tried to keep the hug light, friendly, but it was Eddie who squeezed him in closer, until they were fully pressed together and Buck couldn't help but hold him tightly in return.

They wouldn't have this again. Not in the same way, he was sure. The scent of Eddie's shampoo, the solidity and strength of his body in Buck's arms, the press of his face, so briefly, into the crook of Buck's neck. They fit so perfectly together, Buck never wanted to let go.

But eventually Eddie pulled back slightly, his grip loosening, and Buck made himself do the same. His heart felt like a fatal weight, pulling him underwater.

He didn't know why he did it. Perhaps it was that last second close together, their faces inches apart, the weight of Eddie's hands on his shoulders, or the way he hesitated when Buck went to pull away.

Or maybe it was the fear that he wasn't going to see Eddie again, not for a long time.

So Buck made the biggest mistake of his life: he leaned in and kissed Eddie.

The kiss was perfect, small and soft, Eddie's lips warm against his, the rain falling cool against his cheek. He felt suspended in space, his whole body lifted free from gravity's pull for just a moment. But it was wrong.

Eddie wasn't kissing back.

Fear slammed him back into himself, and his heart clenched painfully in his chest. Of course, Eddie didn't feel the same.

Fuck. He had screwed this up, worse than any other screw-up.

He pulled away, mind reeling with excuses he couldn't quite get out of his mouth. But when he opened his eyes, it wasn't to accusations, or anger, but to tears on Eddie's face. Buck's whole body went cold.

"Eddie," he said helplessly, "I'm—"

Eddie shook his head, something painful stealing across his expression. 

The silence between them felt heavy, pulling at Buck's heart. But before he could ask, or continue, Eddie wrapped a hand around his arm and pulled him in again.

And this time, Eddie kissed him. 

If the first kiss had felt perfect, this felt better—and worse. Eddie pulling him close, lips soft on his, breath fanning across his cheek. The small sound he made when Buck leaned further in, the way he rose into the kiss, like he couldn't get enough. 

Perfect, and just—Eddie. 

But it was worse when he pulled away. It was worse when he met Buck's gaze, that pain from before not gone, but even more deeply embedded. 

"I'm sorry," Eddie said, his voice rough. "I have to go." 

Buck swallowed around the lump in his throat, unable to do more than say, "Y-yeah. I know. Have a safe drive."

Eddie nodded, eyes tracing over Buck's face like he was afraid he'd forget it. "We'll talk later."

Buck nodded, unable to speak. 

Eddie gave him one last look, and then he was gone.

[tommykinard6]

Here’s something I shall drop into the void

Buck waited for another two weeks after he first saw the text bubbles on his phone, opening his and Tommy’s chat at every possibility to wait. He waited for those bubbles to reappear, for a sign that Tommy was still thinking about him. But there was no sign, no bubbles, no nothing.

Buck had changed Tommy’s name in his phone to his own nickname in a valiant attempt to keep himself from reaching out. It didn’t take long for him to change it back, something in him desperately needing to see Tommy’s name. He was grasping at crumbs and he knew it.

Two weeks later, he nearly dropped his phone as the text bubble reappeared. His heart sped up and a lump appeared in his throat as he watched with baited breath. He was alone in the gym and he was glad of it. His friends meant well, he knew, but he didn’t want his phone snatched away from him again.

He’d already seen his future get snatched away. He couldn’t bear to watch it happen again.

The bubble went away, then reappeared just as the tones went off, calling five stations to a fully involved apartment fire. Cursing under his breath, Buck shoved his phone in his pocket and ran for the engine.

He checked his phone again just before arriving at the fire, heart sinking at the lack of message or bubble.

***

The blaze didn’t go down for hours. By the time they got back to the station, Buck had forgotten about his phone for the first time in weeks. As everyone else hit the showers, he finally pulled it out of his pocket for the first time in hours and froze.

There was no text message.

There was, however, a voicemail.

Buck’s feet took him of their own accord into the bunk room, away from any distractions. He fumbled with the buttons before shoving the phone to his ear. He couldn’t hit play fast enough.

“Evan.” Just hearing Tommy’s voice again made all the emotions surge, anger and sadness and longing and confusion all gelling into a thick lump in his chest. “Or B-Buck. I don’t know if I have the right to call you Evan anymore.”

It would always be Evan. Even for Tommy. Especially for Tommy.

“I just-I needed to say something. And I know you’re on shift. Probably at that fire downtown. Be safe. Please.” Buck didn’t know that he’d ever heard such uncertainty in Tommy’s voice. It was unfamiliar and unsettling. He didn’t like it. “This might be the coward’s way out. And I hope you don’t feel obligated to listen. I just need you to know something. You deserve answers, ones I didn’t give you before.”

There was a long moment of silence on the other end.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I want you to know that. I ran away because of my own problems, not because you did anything. You talked about me being an inspiration, but Evan, Buck, I’m anything but. I wanted nothing more than to agree to moving in. It wouldn’t be your place though. I have a house. It makes more sense to move into mine. I wanted that. I still want that and it’s not fair to you.

But at the same time, I realized that you-you think I’m a much better person than I am. Evan, you’re-you’re fucking amazing. You love unashamedly, you keep your family close, you aren’t afraid to be yourself. I��m always afraid. I’m never good enough. I’ve never been enough. Done some shit that I can never undo. Said shit I can’t take back. I hurt you, I hurt Abby, I hurt a lot of people by being a coward. Hurt myself most, I think, and I’ll never be deserving of you. And I was afraid of you figuring that out for yourself.

I shouldn’t have said all that shit about needing to explore. You don’t need to do that for your identity. I said you should because I knew that you would find someone worthy of you. It’s not me. I wanted it to be. I really fucking wanted it.” Tommy’s voice broke. Buck swiped at the silent tears running down his face, disturbing the soot settled there.

“I’m fucking selfish cause all I want is that future we had in front of us. I’m an idiot for letting you go and I would be an idiot if I tried to stay, knowing I could never deserve you. I’m so-so confused and lost and I just miss you. I love you and I’m a mess.”

Buck choked out a sob, scrubbing at his face.

“That’s not fair. I shouldn’t have said that. That’s not fair to you.” Tommy was quiet for another moment. “I think what I’m trying to say is that I ran because I was scared of you breaking my heart. I knew if I ran first, it would just be hurting myself. You hurting me, it’s something I could never predict or prepare for. It’s the unknown. Because all you’ve ever done is make me happy. I’ve never felt more alive than with you. Every moment we were apart sucked and these last few weeks…” Tommy trailed off again. Finally, he blew out a deep breath.

“I’m a mess. I thought I was put together. I thought I’d done my time in therapy and had worked through these issues, but I haven’t. I’m-I’m back in therapy now. I’ve got a lot of shit to work through. Feels good to tackle it though. I’m doing it for me mostly, but I’m also doing it for you. For us. Even if you would never take me back, I’m doing it because we deserved it. Because you deserved it.

I would take everything back that night if I could. I have no right to ask you to listen to this. I don’t know if you ever will. I have no right to beg for your forgiveness. To ask you for another chance. But if you let me, I would. Maybe not yet. I-I gotta work through some shit first. But I would spend every day and night for the rest of our lives making it up to you. I would never leave you again, not my choice. I’d spend the rest of my life making sure you’re loved and that you never doubt it.

You owe me nothing. You deserve better. You could tell me to fuck off, or ignore me. I’ll respect whatever you want. You never signed up for this. I’m so sorry that I hurt you.”

The line went silent for a long time. Buck had to check to make sure the voicemail hadn’t ended, sniffling as he did so.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You’re it for me and I should’ve fought harder to tell you. I should’ve told you I love you. I have a lot of regrets, Evan. You’ll never be one. Letting you go will be my biggest.”

And the voicemail ended.

“Fuck.” Buck whispered, rubbing away the tears from his eyes. “Fuck. Goddamnit.” He pulled up the automated transcript of the voicemail and read it until his eyes swam again. He saved the voicemail and the transcript before pulling up their messages.

Buck: you’re gonna say all that to me in person. And then we’re going to talk about it. No more making decisions for me, but we’re going at your pace now not mine

Buck: and I’m going to say it back in person

Therapy would do them both good. Maybe therapy together would help too. And maybe it would all be for nothing, but even as much as it all still hurt, Buck wasn’t going to deny himself what he wanted anymore. These last weeks had been hell enough.

Buck: and it’s still Evan for you

The bell went off in that moment and Buck wiped his face again hurriedly, grimacing at the realization that he hasn’t even gotten to shower yet as he ran out of the bunk room. The others looked him up and down in concern as he climbed into the truck, but he didn’t pay attention. He didn’t even know what kind of call they were going on, too in his own head to listen. His mind just kept looping on,

I love you

[moonlightmornings]

hannah's buddie fic recs || pt. 1 💫

kinda wanted to get this done before season 8b hit, which will undoubtedly set up a part 2...

if you're the author of one of these, please reply and i'll tag your tumblr! and ALWAYS check the tags and warnings before reading!! stay safe :)

and you are the big answer tonight by folkfae | 13.5k words | explicit The LAFD changes its drug policy, Eddie's never smoked weed, and buck teaches him a thing or two... aka the weed fic.

cowboy take me away by pixelsmom1990 | 6.2k words | teen+ Buck is occasionally reminded of Eddie’s roots in Texas and behaves appropriately.

merry and bright by heartsdalliances | 20k words | teen+ During the annual toy drive, Buck and Eddie get themselves into a little bit of trouble when Buck's mother turns out to be flirting with Eddie - right in front of his father. What comes next is dinner, bad parents, romance, and the true meaning of family.

counteroffer by buckleyseddie - @buckleyseddie | 25k words | teen+ In order for Buck to make it up to Eddie, Eddie suggests that Buck gives him one hundred kisses.

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love by lemonzestywrites - @lemonzestywrites | 25.6k | explicit After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise.

every piece of me holds part of you by allthatsleft | 8.7k words | explicit “There’s cookie dough on your face.” Buck whispers, and— “Huh?” — “Cookie dough. On your face. Cheekbone.” Buck repeats, not pulling back. Eddie rolls his eyes. “Are you serious?”... Eddie's tired of waiting.

stick with me by buddieaya | 10.9k words | explicit A dare, fake dating, a freak out and lots and lots of stickers.

you can feel it on the way home (you are in love) by made_ofmemories - @made-ofmemories | 23.4k words | teen+ Buck's apartment is destroyed when an earthquake shakes LA, luckily there's always a space for him in the Diaz household.

no sight for heart eyes by znks - @znks | 20.5k words | explicit Losing your sight for a week sucks but at least Eddie has Buck to guide him through his healing or at least through his own house.

for a holiday (and forevermore) by wikiangela - @wikiangela / @wikiangela-fanfics | 94.9k words | mature Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...

short, shallow gasps by flxisms - @gayboyeddie | 6.7k words | explicit Eddie would like to state, for the record, that he has never cried during sex before. It’s just — Buck does something to him.

go play your video games by fandomlife54 | 5.9k words | general 3 times Buck noticed video games help Eddie fall asleep at night + 1 time he uses them to make his day better.

all i want for christmas is you by jiminthestreets_boneinthesheets | 7.9k words | general Eddie’s mom and ex-wife are up to no good at his Abuela’s Christmas Eve party, good thing Buck proposed he go to the party as Eddie fake date to keep them at bay.

have my hoodie (have all of me) by becausebuckley - @becausebuckley | 3k words | teen+ Buck visits the Diaz house one morning, he's confronted by the sight of his best friend wearing his clothes.

drop to hold you by ellewriteswrongs - @ellewriteswrongs | 3.8k words | teen+ For once, there was no use pretending he could handle everything on his own. Luckily for Eddie, his boys are always ready to drop everything to help.

soft arms, steady heart by babytown | 8.4k words | explicit Movie night takes a turn, Eddie gets needy, and Buck is more than happy to take care of him.

PART TWO -> hannah's buddie fic recs

[lonelychicago]

I'll take your chaos and your crooked in a heartbeat

buck/eddie | teen and up | 6k words

He shakes his head, trying to clear the thought before it can settle. Eddie isn’t dead. He’s in Texas, doing what’s best for Christopher. And Buck—Buck has to get over whatever this is. Swallowing hard, he moves to grab one of his own boxes, dragging it toward the hallway. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees it. A single, forgotten cardboard box in the far corner of the living room. In big, black letters, written with marker, it reads: EDDIE — KEEP. It’s not one of his. He is sure of that. or: Eddie leaves a very important box behind and Buck spirals.

read on ao3

[jackwhiteprophetic]

THIS is an accurate depiction of Buck and Eddie cornering Chim after he accidentally uncovers their relationship and convincing him to keep it a secret.

[mill1liss]

so, first buck tells abby "if it's really serious we facetime" and then he and eddie have facetime literally all the time

r u serious?

[becausebuckley]

michelle's season 8 fic recs: week 40!

ALL FICS ON THIS LIST CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR 911 SEASON 8. for this week's spoiler-free buddie recs, click here!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

i hold heaven in my arms, if only for tonight | my_hopeless_opus | 2.9k | G

After the failure of Chris's birthday party in 8x01, Tommy leaves but Buck stays. Eddie begs him to leave but Buck refuses. the birthday party scene really just gives endless fic inspo, doesn't it? this is such perfect hurt/comfort i've read it three times already <3

it felt like home somehow | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 1.3k | G

Buck spirals a little after the Gerrard incident, and Eddie doesn't let him hide the fact that eddie's voice was loudest in buck's head has not let go of me yet and i fear it never will. such a wonderful add-on!!

juggling infinity the best that i can | ipretendtobesane/@userbuddie| 1.6k| G

after christopher's birthday party, buck helps eddie clean up (8x01 coda). it's the emotional infidelity for me <3 lovely lovely coda!!

play pretend (it's not that hard) | pinkpeachtea | 2.4k | G

Buck and Bobby are talking on their way to LAX. Oh, and Brad is there too. Unfortunately. i will not lie season 8 has been great so far but brad torrence is by far my favourite addition. this captures both the bobby & brad and the bobby & buck dynamic perfectly!!

[mid-knight-black]

Does it ever drive you crazy…

…just how fast the night changes? 🥹

[i wonder if Buck misses baking with his Chris 🙂]

[sweaters-and-silly]

My 9-1-1 prediction for 2025 based on nothing and absolutely pulled out of thin air:

Buck begins to act more erratically. Tommy can’t really remember breaking up with Buck, he knows it happened but the night was a blur. But as time goes on, it gets more clear that Tommy was confused and is feeling clearer away from Evan.

But it’s not Evan. It’s his apartment.

Because Buck feels better when he’s baking, when he’s got the kitchen fan on circulating the air.

Things escalate, Buck is finding notes in his place that he didn’t write. He’s feeling paranoid and off-kilter. He kidnaps Maddie to keep her safe from the person that’s been haunting his home. Chimney has been texting Tommy on and off and breaks down when Maddie is missing and Buck is nowhere to be found.

That’s when Tommy remembers the night they had too much wine and “moved the couch” a little too much into the wall, hearing something break. He uses the spare key and lets himself into Buck’s place, only a few minutes there he’s feeling off-kilter again.

So he checks beside the couch. The thing they heard shatter behind the couch was the carbon monoxide detector. He’s able to fix it, and plugs it back in. It immediately starts beeping an urgent alarm.

Tommy opens all the windows and calls Evan.

Evan answers, paranoid and sick. Tommy gets him to tell him where he is. Gets him to give the phone to Maddie, she’s safe and of course she’s not hurt, Buck would never hurt her, she’s not scared for herself just for Buck. Conferences in Chimney while he drives to get the Buckleys.

At the hospital, while Evan is in oxygen they get to talk. The carbon monoxide leak is why they were having trouble remembering their serious conversations of the last six months. Tommy wants to be with Evan but he’s not sleeping in that loft again. It’s time Evan comes home with him.

[elihermit]

9-1-1 Masterlist

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!reader

🫧 lost in the memories — after the incident at work where Buck had to rescue you, you ended up in coma and relieved every moment of your relationship with Buck.

🫧 where’s my mind — you wake up in a hospital bed surrounded by your family and friends, but amnesia took away the memory of your husband, what’s Buck gonna do?

🫧 eternal sunshine — after a serious car crash, your lower body is paralyzed. You find it very hard to cope with, but Buck is not going to give up on you. Can you accept it?

Series

— let’s ruin the friendship — from love to hate, can they go back to loving each other?

part one | part two | part three

Eddie Diaz x fem!reader

🫧 my tears ricochet — you work in a call center, answering emergency calls and you thought that no call would break you anymore, but today you have reached your breaking point.

[hisbucky]

Buck: So you lied to me. Bobby: I didn't lie, per say. Buck: You said everything was fine and now we learn that you had plans to leave?! Bobby, distressed: Son, please - Buck, wounded: Don't do that! Don't call me that! I trusted you, and you lied to me! *on the other side of the station* Eddie: Should we be doing something? Hen: I say we let them play it out. The station family drama has been a bit dry lately. Chimney: Not that it isn't fun to watch you pine over Buck and Tommy, but it gets old. Eddie, blushing: I do not pine! Ravi, muttering: Denial is not a good look on you.

[moonlightmornings]

hannah's buddie fic recs || pt. 2 💫

okay okay, i know i said part two would come after season 8b hit but there's a lot of awesome people out there who write REALLY good stuff-

as usual, if you're the author of one of these please reply and i'll tag your tumblr! and ALWAYS check the tags and warnings before reading!! stay safe :)

PART ONE -> hannah's buddie fic recs

soft and slow kisses by malmal88 | 1k words | teen+ Buck comforts Eddie after Chris has a nightmare. It helps Eddie realize some things.

what humans do by brewrosemilk - @gayhoediaz | 18.5k words | explicit "…and the thought that she had just escaped death by such a narrow margin made me realize the intensity of my feelings toward her.” - Buck trails off when Eddie reaches for the book, gently luring it out of his grasp.... (Buck reads to Eddie and they get something more out of it)

and longer by far by farfromthstars - @doeeyeseddie | 14.5k words | teen+ Everyone seems to expect Eddie to propose to Buck any minute now, which is annoying because Eddie doesn’t want to get married again. He's sure of that. Or is he?

you're my kind of therapy by jesm - @jesmme | 5.9k words | explicit Eddie's stressed and Buck knows exactly how to get him out of his head.

the mouth is the thing that craves by underhung_aura - @eddiebabygirldiaz | 11.7k words | explicit “You need something in your mouth, sweetheart? Need to hold me close, don’t you?” Eddie loves Buck and he really loves Buck's cock.

baby, can i hold you? by fleetinghearts - @shitouttabuck | 3.6k words | teen+ A hand on a shoulder, a press of bodies beside each other, a nudge of knees under the table. “Can I, uh. Can I touch you?”

or, Eddie panics. Buck holds him.

i do all my own healing, manage all of my feelings by himbobuckley - @bumblebee-be | 1k words | teen+ “Eddie,” Buck tries, squeezing his wrist as tears prick his eyes. “Baby, c’mon I’m right here.” This is something deeper, something Buck can’t soothe with his fingertips or ease with a kiss.

Eddie has a nightmare and all Buck can do, really, is be there and do his best to comfort him.

to chase away the nightmares by dracculaura - @dracculaura | 3.1k words | general “You know, I used to have nightmares when I was a kid,” Buck tells Chris. - Buck helps Chris with his nightmares after Eddie gets shot.

long day, longer nights by becausebuckley - @becausebuckley | 3.6k words | general “There you are,” Buck mumbles into Eddie’s hair. His arms are tight around Eddie’s back, holding him close. Eddie goes boneless in the hug, sagging into Buck’s body and trusting his boyfriend to hold him up. The touch is a balm on his tired soul, every second of it seeping into him and providing relief. “You’re home.”

Eddie has had a long day. Buck is there for him.

i don't like my mind right now (stacking up problems that are so unnecessary) by xjustlikeyou - @xjustlikeyou | 9.9k words | explicit Buck asks Eddie how he feels about combining sensory deprivation with temperature play. Eddie does not feel good about it, but agrees to try it after talking it out... aka the subdrop!Eddie fic

buck's new favorite chair by kittydiaz - @kitteneddiediaz | 13.3k words | explicit Buck buys a chair, and then fucks Eddie on it.

still my heart and make me breathe by finbish | 5.2k words | explicit Buck sat on his chair. Ankle hitched over his knee as he stared, enrapt. In Buck’s hand was a remote, and across from him, on his bed, laid his boyfriend, riding ecstasy.

nightmares, nightmares, go away & never come back another day by michi_rambles - @theweewooshowtookovermylife | 2.1k words | teen+ During a stormy night Eddie deals with nightmares, and Buck comes to his aide.

let me wrap my teeth around the world by folkfae | 4.7k words | explicit When Eddie had come over to Buck‘s loft for dinner and a movie, he’d thought he was going to get dinner and a movie they’ve seen a hundred times before and could easily fuck to. But he can only take so many dramatic choreographed dance sequences and over-the-top acting before he needs to do something else to occupy his mind. And his mouth.

bumps and grooves by simplyylupin - @simplylupin | 26.1k words | teen+ When Eddie was seven years old his mother had taught him about God. "He loves us, Edmundo. He loves all," she tells him, tucking his blanket to his chin, "Everything you see around you is His love."

Now, Buck grins at him from across the table and Eddie thinks this is the closest he's ever been to understanding how his mother viewed the world. As a manifestation of love. A higher power.

PART THREE -> hannah's buddie fic recs