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[aashiqeddiediaz]

he is half of my soul (as the poets say)

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Rating: T

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 4,020 words

Snippet:

His eyes drift over the stubbled jaw, the full bottom lip, the mole under his left eye, the scar right above his right eyebrow and back down until locking with Eddie’s. He’s never quite been able to describe the way Eddie’s gaze settles on him most of the time. He knows it pierces through him, reading every last inch of him like a well-loved book, voraciously soaking up everything there is to learn about Buck. He knows it’s telling, and always fond. He knows it keeps Buck steady, helps him stay anchored.  He knows that Eddie’s eyes with Buck have never been truly guarded. Even though it’s always been difficult for him to be vulnerable, Eddie gifts that vulnerability to Buck in a thousand different ways. It’s not effortless, because nothing difficult is ever effortless, but he does it in a way that makes Buck feel worthy. He does it in a way that doesn’t expect anything out of Buck, even for the privilege that it is. And that’s how Eddie’s looking at him now, every last detail more pronounced by the diminishing space between them. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Buck asks, almost soundlessly. Hope cloys the words into something sticky sweet, strands of sugar stretching from Buck’s lips to Eddie’s gaze. “How am I looking at you?”  “Like…,” he whispers, anxiety looping around his lungs once before he decides to take the plunge. “Like you’re in love with me.”

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[firehousefreak911]

Hi

Could you do a imaging with Buck from 911. I love the opposite attracts idea. Like a secret girlfriend, because she isn’t a fan of being around people. She’s different from all the other girls that buck dated

Thank you

Hope you have a good day:)

A Good Different

You sat on the couch in your baggy sweat pants and oversized shirt. You watched as your boyfriend ran around the house getting ready.

He wasn’t the type of guy you were used to but he made you feel so special and loved. And you knew for a fact you weren’t the type of girl he had been with before. But none of that mattered, you loved each other and nothing could change that.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Buck asked sitting down in front of you on the couch facing you.

“No Buck, you know it’s not my thing, you go have fun” I said, urging him to go.

“Are you sure? I don’t have to go” he replied.

“Evan, baby, look at me, I want you to go have fun, I know how much you love going to hang out with the 118. Go have fun, beside I have a new crime documentary I want to watch” you said, switching the channel to your show.

“Fine, I’ll miss you” he leaned over to kiss you.

“I love you” he said

“I love you too” you sighed, “give me 10 minutes and I’ll be dressed”

You aren’t the type to hang with a bunch of people but if it made Buck happy then you would push your fears away.

10 minutes later you came out in ripped jeans and a faded black concert tee. You threw on your combat boots and grabbed your bag.

“Damn your beautiful” Buck whispered grabbing you in a kiss, “maybe we should stay home”

He chuckled as he kissed you passionately. You smiled under his kisses. When the two of you finally separated you headed for the door.

You applied your makeup in the car adding your dark lipstick to top it off. As Buck pulled into the drive way you started to get nervous. Looking over at your Buck noticed your demeanor.

“Hey you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, we can go home” he said grabbing your hand.

You gave his a squeeze and shook your head no.

“No, let’s stay, I want to do this for you. These people mean the world to you. And because of that they mean the world to me, it’s time I finally met them” you reply.

Buck gets out and runs to open your door. He leads you to the front door. Buck opens it and goes in.

“Hey everybody we’re here!” He yells

“Finally!”

“About damn time!”

You hear every yell from the main area. As you follow Buck down the stairs of the house, you think he said it belonged to his captain and his wife. Everyone stops and looks at you.

“Woah! Buck who is this?” A dark haired man smiles.

“Chimney!” A woman smacks his arm. You recognize her as Buck’s sister.

“Sorry about him, I’m Maddie, Buck’s sister” Maddie said, coming over to you.

Buck could feel you get nervous. He squeezed your hand.

“Everyone this is Y/N, my girlfriend” he says. He leads you over to a chair. He then introduces everyone. You slowly start to feel at home. He was right the 118 does feel like a family.

[minalover]

Inside Keeps Building

buck/eddie. 34.4k words. complete. rated e. eddie moves to texas, angst with a happy ending, sexting.

“My luggage got delayed coming in from Phoenix but it should be in tomorrow.” Eddie is, of course, not fine. He hasn’t been fine since he left for El Paso yesterday. He suspects he wasn’t fine long before that, but he was able to keep it beaten back with a stick. Not so much anymore. “That sucks.” They’ve been different since Eddie made the decision to move to El Paso a few weeks back. He could have sworn Buck was okay. He was okay in the kitchen that day, when he flipped the iPad over and unearthed Eddie’s tender familial burns. He was okay on the couch, the couch Eddie had to leave behind, the couch he mourns for reasons too complicated to think about. He was okay on the virtual call with the real estate agent. He was okay. They were okay. “Yeah, it really does. All of my underwear was in that luggage.” They don’t feel okay.

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[fuselsstuff]

I need a crack episode , and its just the 118s Drama trough the years... But, its from the POV of all the other stations, and we would get guest apperances from people who nö longer work at the 118, like Lucy and Lena😂

... Yes, Tommy mentioning, that harbor heard everything on the Radio is giving me fanfiction vibes😂💗

[not-as-straight-as-i-appear]

Summary:

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you. Bye." He hung up and was getting his uniform on before he registered the words he had said. He froze, then looked up to meet Eddie's gaze. His best friend's eyes were huge, and he was trying to bite back a smile (unsuccessfully). "Did I just...?" Buck gestured toward his phone where it lay on the bench beside his duffle bag. The other man nodded, his glee unmistakable. "Yep. You just told your boyfriend you loved him."

[diegoshako]

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[medieshanachie]

Flying High for Date Night

Welcome to my contribution(s) for @bucktommyweek. So excited to participate. This is one of my shorter stories, but I've got almost all of them finished and I am eager to post!

Buck grinned as Tommy exited the hanger, stuffing his hands in his pockets and moseying towards the other man. “I thought it was date night,” he commented when they were close enough that he didn’t have to raise his voice. “Why did you have me meet you here?”

Tommy pressed a kiss to his lips and then his birthmark, smiling in response. “It <i>is</i> date night, but I had a different plan for tonight than just dinner and a movie.”

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@dragonydreams

@bucktommyweek

[spotsandsocks]

One more little boost

Evan with a B 🌳🏡🌳 8.7k

Anne of Green Gables/ Buddie Au. This is chapter one and sets the scene for Buck’s new life on Prince Edward Island Amazing Cover by @ronordmann thanks Ro 💜 AU inspired by @lonelychicago April you’re a menace I love you for it

The white blossoms on the tree on the other side of the train tracks are beautiful. They remind him of the trees that used to be at the bottom of their street before things went wrong and his parents decided to send him and Maddie away.

Buck hasn’t seen his sister for years. He still thinks about her, looks for signs of her in the reflection of his own face. The only friendly face he’s seen for years now.

The orphanage hadn’t been very fond of his appreciation of blossoms or bugs or flowers and certainly not the raccoon he’d tried to tame. They didn’t care for his love of words both written and spoken. In truth they didn’t much care for him. Madam in particular did not care for him one little bit. He purposely pushes away thoughts of then and there. This is now and here. This is a fresh start.

All that is behind him now. He’s been sent somewhere they actually want him. A home in Avonlea. A real home with people who want a son. Who want him. It sometimes seems too good to be true, the nervous excitement bubbling up inside him has had time to make him a little restless. He’s been waiting at the station for a while now but he remains confident that Mr Robert Nash will be along soon to collect him and take him to Green Gables. Buck actually doesn’t mind waiting, the view is far too lovely to be upset about and if Mr Nash doesn’t make it before dark Buck thinks he might try sleeping in the branches of one of those trees. That would be interesting.

His thoughts and plans for nocturnal tree climbing are disrupted by the sound of a horse and cart pulling up.

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley holds onto his worn and tatty carpet bag, containing his worldly possessions and dares to believe that something wonderful is about to happen for him.

[vae1bixy]

Sculpt me like a pretty boy (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/371822734-sculpt-me-like-a-pretty-boy?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Vae_Bixy Buck find's a new hobby and Eddie is going insane. Buck was beginning to split his time between fire fighter life and life with the Diaz's. It shouldn't drive him crazy and it shouldn't affect him like this. Buck was just his best friend - his partner. He wasn't his boy friend. And he wasn't far he was always there if he needed him. So if he needed some time away. He would take it like a big boy.

I've begun transferring my fics from ao3 to Wattpad. And sort of cross post. I’m still going to post on ao3 that’s my main site. But i’m kind of experimenting to see how i like posting on wattpad.

[aashiqeddiediaz]

of epiphanies

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan “Buck” Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Rating: T

Chapter: 1/1

Word Count: 4,085 words

Snippet:

After he meets him the first time, Buck sees him everywhere . It’s not that he doesn’t know who Tommy Kinard is. He replaced Tommy, after all, after the other man was transferred to the 217. He’s heard all the stories of him, from other members of the 118 that have moved across the other shifts. He’s heard them from Hen and Chim, too. After the rescue that frankly, would’ve gotten them all fired had Maddie not revealed the truth, it’s like Tommy remembers what it was like to be at the 118 with Hen and Chim, what it was like to be under Bobby’s captaincy.  Buck sees him on the nights they go out to drink, sitting in the corner laughing with Chim about an old memory. Eddie sits next to him as they listen quietly, chiming in with an anecdote of their own when the opportunity presents itself, but otherwise, Eddie stays a silent line of warmth at Buck’s side as they pick at the labels on their beers. He sees him during the afternoons where they all play basketball, or baseball, or whatever they’re in the mood for that weekend. He’s included easily in the games, the way everyone is, and they have fun with it. Tommy and Eddie have the same streak of competitiveness, but Buck and Eddie have an understanding that makes them come out on top, every time. He sees him at the station sometimes, too — catching up with Bobby in civilian clothes. Bobby’s told Buck about the reasons he’d decided Tommy would be happier at the 217, but watching them catch up like they’re old friends, Buck’s not really sure he understands any of them. Hell, Buck even sees Tommy with his own best friend, laughing away with Eddie about baseball stats, sparring in the gym, and even talking about the damned helicopters. It all forms a picture that Buck struggles to truly comprehend. (Buck is not jealous that Tommy seems to take to everyone like a duck to water, and he is not jealous that he even gets on with Eddie in a seamless way that even Buck hadn’t managed to do easily.)

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[firehousefreak911]

Are you sure?

The team was gathered at your house. Your husband, Eddie, standing behind you, arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head. The two of you watch as Christopher, your step son, plays with Denny and Buck.

“Let’s have a baby” Eddie whispers, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You laugh a little and turn to face him. Arms draped over his shoulders, his on your waist.

“I’m serious, I’ve been thinking a lot about this“ Eddie said

This caught you off guard. You two had been married a little over a year, but together 5. You had never discussed kids. You always assumed he was content with just Christopher.

You just look at him, you don’t know what to say.

“Are you sure? I mean we never really talked about it before.” You finally say.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life” he says smiling, he leans in and kisses you.

[minalover]

Inside Keeps Building

buck/eddie. 34.4k words. complete. rated e. eddie moves to texas, angst with a happy ending, sexting.

Eddie wakes up well after nine in the morning with the sun streaming through his bedroom windows and an enormous octopus wrapped around his every limb. Buck looks like an angel in the light, his birthmark a kiss of sunrise in the warm room, and Eddie can’t help but to wrap an arm around Buck as he snores like a small sawmill into the crook of Eddie’s neck. This was worth it. This was worth it all.

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[ialreadymadeyouapromise]

𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏.

PAIRING: evan buckley x fem!reader WARNINGS: misunderstandings, no use of y/n GENRE: angst, fluff, idiots to lovers SONG INSPIRATION: waiting all night - ella eyre WORD COUNT: 4.4k

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“come on, you’ll love him!” evan said, leaning forward over the table. his eyes were wide, earnest, and a little too excited for your comfort.

you shot him a skeptical look over the rim of your coffee cup, raising an eyebrow as you sipped slowly. “that’s what you said about the last guy, and he thought supernatural was a documentary.”

evan groaned, dropping his head back dramatically like the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.

“uh huh.” you put your mug down and crossed your arms. “i’m starting to think you’re intentionally sabotaging my social life.”

“first of all, rude.” evan leaned back, his hand running through his already tousled hair. “second, this guy is different. he’s smart. funny. likes dogs–”

“everyone likes dogs, buck,” you cut in, unimpressed.

he leaned forward again, resting his elbows on the table and giving you that lopsided grin that always seemed to get him out of trouble. “fair point. but he’s also a firefighter. you already have that in common. and he’s got a great sense of humor, i swear. you’re gonna hit it off. i can feel it.”

“mhm” you said, your voice flat. “because your matchmaking track record is so stellar.”

evan winced, but his grin didn’t falter. “hey, third time’s the charm, right?”

you sighed, tapping your fingers against your coffee cup as you studied his expression. he looked so hopeful, like he genuinely believed this would work. it was hard to stay mad at someone who cared so much, even if his previous attempts had been disasters. 

still, you weren’t convinced.

“why are you so determined to set me up, anyway?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. “i didn’t ask for your help, you know.”

evan hesitated, and for a moment, his usual carefree demeanor slipped. his grin faltered, and something flickered in his eyes. a vulnerability you weren’t used to seeing. it was there and gone in an instant, so quick you almost missed it, but it left you with an uneasy feeling.

“because…” he paused, looking down at his hands as he fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve. then, he met your gaze again, his expression softer than before. “i just want you to be happy, that’s all.”

the sincerity in his voice caught you off guard, tugging at something in your chest you didn’t want to acknowledge. you opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. instead, you just stared at him, the weight of his words settling between you.

when the silence stretched too long, you rolled your eyes and muttered, “fine. but if this goes south, you owe me.”

evan’s face lit up, his grin returning. “deal.” he leaned back, looking far too pleased with himself. “you won’t regret this, i promise.”

“mm-hmm,” you said, picking up your coffee again. “we’ll see about that.”

the date was set for friday night at a new restaurant that everyone had been raving about. it was one of those places with dim lighting, sleek decor, and a menu filled with dishes that sounded just fancy enough to justify their price. 

you weren’t sure if it was the kind of spot you’d choose for yourself, but evan insisted it was perfect.

after a last minute call to a friend for a second opinion. you decided on a black dress that made you feel confident. it was simple yet elegant, the kind of outfit that walked the line between effort and ease. you paired it with your favorite heels, the ones that made you a little taller but didn’t leave you regretting your life choices after an hour.

a swipe of your favourite lipstick completed the look. you weren’t expecting to fall head over heels for some random guy, but you figured it couldn’t hurt to look your best.

when you arrived at the restaurant five minutes early, the air smelled like garlic, rosemary, and sizzling butter. the hostess greeted you with a polished smile and guided you to a small table near the window. you had the perfect view of the bustling street outside, where couples strolled hand in hand and taxis honked impatiently.

you glanced at your phone one last time to confirm the details. his name was alex, and according to evan, he was tall, dark haired, and charming in a low key, unpretentious way. you imagined a guy with an easy laugh, someone who could carry a conversation but didn’t dominate it. the thought calmed your nerves, at least a little.

as the minutes ticked by, you alternated between checking the door and pretending to be engrossed in the menu. you ordered a glass of wine to keep your hands busy and your mind distracted. when ten minutes passed, you told yourself he was probably stuck in traffic. fifteen minutes? maybe parking was a nightmare.

by the time twenty minutes had gone by, your confidence started to waver. you tried not to let it show, smoothing your dress and keeping your posture upright, but the excuses in your head began to sound hollow. you resisted the urge to pull out your phone, not wanting to look like someone who had been stood up.

at the thirty minute mark, the reality of the situation was impossible to ignore. your stomach twisted as the truth set in, he wasn’t coming. you stared at the candle flickering in the middle of the table, wishing it would burn down faster so you had an excuse to blow it out and leave.

heat crept up the back of your neck, a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. the restaurant suddenly felt too crowded, the noise of laughter and clinking glasses grating on your nerves. you wanted to crawl under the table and never come out, or better yet, disappear entirely.

you took a sip of your wine, willing it to soothe the knot of disappointment in your chest. so much for first impressions, you thought bitterly.

you pulled out your phone, your thumb hovering over the screen as you debated what to say. frustration and embarrassment warred inside you, but ultimately, you decided there was only one person who needed to hear about this disaster.

you: your friend stood me up. this is officially the worst date of my life.

you stared at the message for a moment before hitting send, feeling both annoyed and vindicated. evan had been so insistent, so sure this guy was perfect, and now you were sitting here like an idiot with a full glass of wine and no date.

the reply came almost instantly.

buck: what??? no way.

buck: stay put. i’ll be there in 15.

you blinked at your phone, rereading the message twice to make sure you hadn’t imagined it. a mix of disbelief and relief settled over you. typical buck, always jumping in like he had to save the day. it was infuriating sometimes, but at this moment, you were just grateful you didn’t have to endure the rest of the evening alone.

the waiter arrived with your wine as you tucked your phone away, and you nodded your thanks, taking a slow sip to calm your nerves. the wine was smooth and rich, but it did little to soothe the knot of frustration in your chest. 

you glanced around the restaurant, feeling more self conscious than ever. it wasn’t like anyone here knew you’d been stood up, but the knowledge gnawed at you anyway.

exactly fifteen minutes later, the sound of the restaurant door opening pulled your attention. you looked up to see evan  walking in. he wasn’t dressed for a night out, just his usual jeans, leather jacket and a fitted shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, but somehow, his casual confidence made him stand out among the suits and dresses in the room.

he spotted you immediately, his face lighting up. with an easy stride, he wove through the tables, his hand brushing the back of a chair or two as he navigated the crowded space. when he reached your table, he slid into the seat across from you, his expression softening into one of genuine concern.

“i’m so sorry,” he said, his blue eyes searching yours. “i swear, if i see that guy again, i’m gonna–”

“buck,” you interrupted, holding up a hand to stop his rant. his protective streak was endearing, but you weren’t in the mood for it. “it’s fine. these things happen.”

his frown deepened, clearly not convinced. “no, it’s not fine. you didn’t deserve that. you deserve someone who’ll show up and actually appreciate you.”

the sincerity in his voice made your stomach flutter, the warmth of his words catching you off guard. you looked away, fiddling with the stem of your wineglass as you tried to brush off the sudden rush of feelings.

“well,” you said after a moment, glancing back at him with a small smile, “you’re here now. so, technically, you’re my date.”

his lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “guess i am. you cool with that?”

you laughed, the sound easing some of the tension lingering in your chest. “honestly? yeah. you’re already better company than that alex.”

that earned you a smile. the kind that lit up his whole face, made his eyes crinkle at the corners, and had an annoyingly infectious effect on your mood. the warmth in your chest spread further, making you feel unexpectedly… at ease.

“well, then,” he said, picking up the menu you’d been pretending to study earlier. “let’s make the most of it. i hear the steak here is incredible. you in?”

you tilted your head, watching him for a moment as he scanned the menu with genuine interest. he was so easygoing, so quick to step in and turn a bad situation into something bearable.

“yeah,” you said softly, a real smile tugging at your lips. “i’m in.”

for the first time that evening, you felt like the night might not be a total loss after all.

after finishing your meal, which had been filled with laughter and the kind of effortless banter that always seemed to flow between you and evan, the idea of sitting through dessert felt unnecessary. instead, you both decided on a walk, letting the crisp night air clear your heads after the warmth and hum of the restaurant.

the streets glowed under the soft light of streetlamps, their golden halos reflecting off the damp pavement, remnants of a brief rain earlier in the evening. the world felt quieter now, the chatter of passing strangers and the occasional honk of a car fading into the background as you and evan strolled side by side.

“sorry again about tonight,” evan said after a while, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. his tone was sincere, tinged with the kind of guilt you knew he couldn’t help but shoulder.

you glanced over at him, your heart softening despite your initial irritation. “don’t be,” you replied, your voice lighter than you felt. “i ended up with the better date anyway.”

the corners of his mouth twitched upward, a chuckle slipping from his lips. “well, you’re not wrong. i’m way more fun than alex.” his teasing tone was paired with a grin so mischievous it pulled a laugh out of you despite yourself.

“low bar,” you said, bumping his shoulder with yours as you walked.

“true,” he admitted, still smiling. but when he glanced at you, his expression softened. his gaze lingered just a moment too long, something unreadable flickering in his blue eyes before he quickly looked ahead.

you continued walking, the easy flow of conversation gradually giving way to a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable but rather companionable, steeped in the kind of understanding that only came with knowing someone as deeply as you knew evan.

the city noise faded into the background, leaving just the sound of your footsteps echoing off the empty streets and the occasional rustle of a breeze weaving through the trees above. for once, neither of you seemed in a hurry to fill the quiet, content to simply exist in each other’s presence.

a sudden gust of wind swept through, carrying a sharp chill that had you instinctively wrapping your arms around yourself. the brisk air bit at your skin, you shivered despite your efforts to ward it off.

evan noticed immediately. he always noticed. without missing a beat, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders in one fluid motion, the fabric still warm from his body.

“buck, i’m fine–" you started to protest, reaching up as if to push it off.

“nope,” he interrupted, his tone firm but light. his hands stayed on your shoulders for a beat longer than necessary, steadying the jacket as if daring you to argue. “you’re cold. take the jacket. end of discussion.”

the corners of your lips tugged upward, a small, soft smile breaking through. you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself, the scent of his cologne. a mix of something woodsy and clean, enveloping you. “thanks,” you said quietly, the word holding more weight than usual.

evan gave a little shrug, as if it were nothing, but his lips curved into a smile that reached his eyes. “anytime,” he replied, his voice gentle.

for a moment, you both slowed, your steps falling into sync as the night wrapped around you. the warmth of his jacket against the cool air, the steadiness of his presence beside you, it all felt oddly intimate, like you were sharing something neither of you dared to name.

“you’re too good sometimes, you know that?” you said, breaking the silence after a while. your voice was teasing, but there was an edge of sincerity to your words.

evan glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “too good? is that a bad thing?”

“not bad,” you admitted, smiling. “just… unfair to everyone else who has to live up to it.”

he laughed at that, the sound rich and easy. “well, i wouldn’t want to disappoint,” he said, his tone light, but the way his eyes lingered on you as he spoke sent a faint flutter through your chest.

you fell into another quiet moment, your steps taking you closer to home. the city seemed to fade away entirely, leaving just the two of you walking together under the glow of streetlights, the rest of the world forgotten.

when you reached your apartment, you both slowed to a stop at your door. for a moment, neither of you spoke. the street was quiet, the soft glow of a nearby lamppost casting long shadows on the pavement. you turned to face evan, the night air carrying a weight you couldn’t quite name.

“thanks for tonight,” you said softly, fiddling with the edge of his jacket. “i really mean it. you didn’t have to come rescue me.”

he shrugged, but there was a vulnerability in his expression you didn’t see often. “of course i did. i wasn’t about to let you sit there alone, thinking you weren’t worth showing up for.”

your heart stuttered at his words, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. you opened your mouth to respond, but the way he was looking at you, his eyes searching yours, like he was seeing parts of you even you didn’t understand, stole the words from your tongue.

the silence stretched, filled with a charged tension that made your skin prickle. you could feel your heartbeat quicken, a warmth blooming in your chest that you didn’t want to name. the space between you felt impossibly small, and yet, you found yourself wanting to close it.

“evan,” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

“yeah?” his voice was soft, tentative, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear what you were about to say.

you hesitated, your breath hitching as you tried to find the right words. but there were none. not for this. so, instead of speaking, you acted. your heart was hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it as you leaned forward.

time seemed to slow as you closed the gap, the world around you fading until all you could see, all you could feel, was him. your lips were a whisper away from his, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

but just as you were about to close the distance, he took a step back, his eyes widening in surprise.

“oh,” you breathed, the weight of what you’d just done crashing down on you. “oh my god. i–i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean–”

“wait–” evan started, his voice filled with panic, but the rush of humiliation already had you moving. your hands fumbled with his jacket, your fingers trembling as you shrugged it off and thrust it toward him.

“here,” you said, your words tumbling out in a rush. you couldn’t bear to look at him, couldn’t stand to see whatever emotion was written on his face. “thanks for… for everything. i–i’ll see you at work.”

“hang on, just let me–” he tried again, his tone urgent, but you were already turning away. your shaking hands found your keys, and you all but bolted inside, the door clicking shut behind you before he could get another word out.

the second you were safely inside, you leaned against the door, your chest heaving as you tried to calm the wave of mortification threatening to drown you. the silence of your apartment only made the memory of the last few minutes louder, every detail replaying in excruciating detail.

“what were you thinking?” you whispered to yourself, pressing the heels of your hands against your burning face. the warmth of his breath, the way he’d looked at you, the moment he’d pulled away. it all swirled in your mind, a chaotic mess of embarrassment and regret.

you slid down to the floor, wrapping your arms around your knees as the weight of it all pressed down on you. you’d ruined it. whatever you and evan had, it was over now. there was no coming back from this.

and yet, as you sat there in the quiet of your apartment, part of you couldn’t help but wonder. if he’d pulled away… why had he leaned in so close in the first place?

the next morning, you woke up with a pit in your stomach, the memory of last night replaying in excruciating detail. every glance, every word, every fleeting touch seemed magnified in your mind, and no amount of tossing and turning had been able to shake the heat rising to your cheeks.

you could barely bring yourself to look in the mirror as you got ready for work.

by the time you pulled into the firehouse parking lot, you’d come up with a plan. a simple, effective strategy to survive the day. avoid evan at all costs. it wasn’t exactly foolproof, but you figured if you kept your head down and stayed busy, you could process everything later without risking further humiliation.

but as soon as you stepped inside, your plan crumbled.

evan was waiting for you.

he was leaning casually against the wall near the entrance, his arms crossed, but the second he saw you, he straightened up, stepping directly into your path before you had a chance to slip by unnoticed.

“hey,” he greeted, his tone neutral but his eyes searching your face like he was looking for answers.

your breath hitched, your carefully rehearsed avoidance strategy vanishing in an instant. “hey,” you replied, keeping your voice light and cautious, deliberately avoiding his gaze as you tried to sidestep him.

“can we talk?” evan asked, his tone softer now, almost hesitant.

the question sent a fresh wave of panic through you. you shook your head quickly, brushing past him as if escaping the conversation would erase it altogether. “there’s nothing to talk about,” you said, your words tumbling out in a rush. “let’s just forget it happened, okay?”

evan’s brow furrowed, and you could feel his presence close behind you as you hurried toward the lockers. “no,” he said firmly, his voice low but unyielding. “i don’t want to forget it.”

his words stopped you in your tracks, the weight of them sinking in before you could take another step. your heart raced as you slowly turned to face him, your eyes wide and guarded. “what are you talking about?” you questioned him.

evan’s jaw tightened as if he were struggling to find the right words, and for a moment, he looked almost vulnerable. “last night,” he began, his voice softer now. “it wasn’t–it didn’t mean nothing to me. and i don’t think it did to you either.”

your chest tightened, a thousand thoughts swirling in your head, each one more chaotic than the last. but before you could respond, a voice cut through the tension.

“buck! we need you up here, now!”

bobby's voice rang out from across the room.

evan’s head snapped toward the sound, his expression flickering with frustration as he glanced back at you. he looked torn, his eyes darting between you and the source of bobby’s call.

for a second, it seemed like he might ignore the summons entirely, but the urgency in bobby’s tone made the decision for him.

“don’t go anywhere,” evan said, pointing at you with a look so pleading it made your stomach flip. “we’re finishing this conversation.”

you didn’t answer, your throat too tight to speak as you watched him jog up the stairs. the air seemed to settle heavily around you in his absence.

this wasn’t over. not by a long shot. and judging by the look in evan’s eyes, it wasn’t something you’d be able to run from, no matter how much you tried.

you managed to avoid him for most of the day, staying busy with your own tasks and sticking close to others whenever you were in common spaces. but you couldn’t dodge him forever.

later that evening, as the firehouse settled into its quieter rhythm, evan cornered you in the kitchen while you were refilling your water bottle.

“seriously?” he said, blocking your exit with an exasperated look. “you’ve been dodging me all day.”

“i’ve been working,” you said defensively, avoiding his gaze.

“you know that’s not what i mean,” he said, his tone softening. “we need to talk about last night.”

“no, we don’t,” you said quickly, gripping the edge of the counter. “it was a mistake, buck. let’s just move on.”

his brows furrowed, and he stepped closer. “it wasn’t a mistake. not for me, at least.”

your breath caught in your throat as his words hung in the air.

“look,” he continued, his voice low and earnest. “i know i messed up last night. i didn’t mean to make you feel… embarrassed or rejected. i was just surprised, okay? i wasn’t expecting you to–” he stopped, running a hand through his hair. “i wasn’t expecting you to feel that way about me.”

you stared at him, your pulse pounding in your ears. “well, i don’t,” you said weakly, even though the lie sounded hollow to your own ears.

evan gave you a look. a knowing, disbelieving look that made you embarrassed. “you’re a terrible liar,” he said softly, stepping closer.

“buck, don’t–” you started, but your voice faltered when he reached out, his hand brushing yours where it rested on the counter.

“i’m not trying to make this harder,” he said, his tone gentle. “i just… i need you to know that last night wasn’t one sided. i didn’t pull away because i didn’t want to kiss you. i pulled away because i panicked. you caught me off guard.”

you blinked at him, your mind racing as you tried to process his words. “you… panicked?”

“yeah,” he said, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “i’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you how i feel for weeks, and then you just… did it. you were brave, and i froze.” he hesitated, his voice dropping lower. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. that’s the last thing i wanted.”

the honesty in his voice left you momentarily speechless.

“you really hurt me, buck,” you finally admitted, your voice shaking slightly. “you pulled away like... like i was wrong to even try.”

his face fell, and he stepped closer, “i know,” he said quietly. “i’m so sorry. you didn’t deserve that. you didn’t deserve to feel like you were wrong, because you weren’t.”

his hand finally brushed against yours, tentative but warm, and your resolve faltered.

“i don’t know if i can...” you trailed off, the words tangled in your throat.

“hey,” he said softly, dipping his head slightly to catch your gaze. “i’m not asking you to forgive me all at once. i just... i need you to know that i feel the same way. i’ve felt this way for a long time.”

the weight of his confession left you momentarily speechless. he took another small step closer.

“i should’ve told you sooner,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper now. “i should’ve been braver.”

you let out a shaky breath, your walls crumbling under the warmth in his gaze. “i want to believe you,” you said softly.

“then let me show you,” he said, his tone tender but sure. his fingers curled lightly around yours, his touch slow and careful, like he was giving you every chance to pull away. “if you’ll let me.”

your heart pounded as he leaned in slightly, his movements deliberate and unhurried. you hesitated for a moment, the echo of last night’s hurt still fresh.

“buck...” you started, your voice barely a whisper.

“tell me to stop,” he said, his lips only inches from yours now. “if you don’t want this, tell me to stop, and i will.”

you didn’t tell him to stop.

instead, you closed the gap, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was tentative at first, testing the waters. evan let out a quiet, relieved sound, his hand sliding to your waist as he deepened the kiss, his movements slow and deliberate, like he was savouring every moment.

when you finally pulled back, your forehead resting against his, you were both breathing hard, the air between you charged with unspoken promises.

“i’m still mad at you,” you murmured, though there was no heat in your voice.

“i know,” he said, his lips curving into a small, lopsided smile. “i’ll make it up to you. i promise.”

you let out a soft laugh despite yourself, 

the warmth of his presence melting the last traces of doubt.

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[nymika-arts]

i’d pick your thunder, i’d pick your rain

3.3k pining mess <3

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There's something about the way Buck looks at love that always has him clawing at scraps of nothing, trying to mold himself to fit where someone might want him. For as long as he can remember, it’s been a game of making himself less. Smaller. All he’d ever wanted was to make people happy, and if that meant carving himself down into something more agreeable, then who was he really hurting? Everyone makes sacrifices in relationships, he was simply sacrificing… himself. Par for the course.

It hardly even occurred to him that all he was doing was making things worse for everyone until he was saying 'I love you' to Taylor Kelly when most nights he couldn't even recognize himself anymore. So he made a change.

Call it an epiphany, call it clarity-of-fucking-mind, but it was like he'd taken his own feelings seriously for the first time in—ever, maybe. He couldn't stand to be this miserable anymore, even if it meant just being alone.

But the thing is, the silence that comes with being alone leaves a lot of space for your mind to get loud. And his did, in all the ways he was expecting, and some ways he wasn't. 

In between the lament of his doomed happiness and the thoughts of everlasting loneliness (expected), Buck ended up thinking a lot about Eddie, and about exactly how he felt when he was with him (unexpected).

Buck had known a lot of people, had loved—or at least some version of the word—a lot of people, and none of them had ever made him feel quite as safe, or important, or whole, as Eddie did.

Eddie never made Buck feel small. And it was as simple as that.

Buck had been so wrapped up in the search, looking for his forever-after in people who only loved him in parts, that he hadn't noticed Eddie quietly settling into all the spaces in his heart, and filling him with the golden happiness he'd always longed for. 

So in those moments, in the silence of alone, he'd realized that he was in love with Eddie and that, actually, he'd been in love with Eddie for some time. 

For so long he hadn't seen it for what it was, but he'd sat on his balcony with Maddie that day and explained exactly what he thought love should be, and it had occurred to him that maybe he'd been looking for something he'd already found. The thought left him breathless.

And right on its heels came the realization that none of it could ever really be his. Because Eddie came home from Texas looking lighter than he has for a long time, and he's talking to Frank, and he's smiling so easily, and—

And Buck has been living with dark clouds hanging over his head for as long as he can remember. He figures he's gotten used to it, the way they trail after him and threaten to break open and drown him with every blow he takes from the universe. The thunder feels as much a part of him as anything these days. But he doesn't want to drag Eddie into his storm, no matter how much he may long for company in the rain. Eddie deserves better than that, better than him. 

Buck wants (and wants, and wants), but he can't. He just—can't. Because all he's ever done is ruin his relationships and drive people away, and he can't bear the thought of watching Eddie leave him behind. But even more, he can't bear the thought of him staying.

Buck doesn't really think Eddie would have him, anyway.

So he'd held that aching love he'd discovered close to his chest, felt its flickering warmth and the spark of hope that came with it, and then tucked it away. Another piece of himself to hide from the world.

And things had been fine. He'd been managing it. Until now, when he's sitting in Hen and Karen's backyard in the fading evening light, and Eddie's wearing a stunning deep blue suit and a smile that's doing funny things to Buck's insides, and he just looks happy. 

Buck watches him, mesmerized, as Eddie laughs at something Chimney says. Watches the way it lights up his whole face, like everything that's been weighing him down for so long has finally started to ease off. Something about it tugs at Buck's heart so hard it almost hurts.

He starts to feel like he might do something astoundingly stupid, like walk over there and ask Eddie to spend the rest of his life with him, so he takes another long sip of wine and tries to look anywhere else. He sees Maddie making her way towards him with two slices of cake, but his eyes manage to wander back to Eddie by the time she arrives. Traitorous things.

"Stop staring, it's so obvious," Maddie says as she plunks herself down in the chair next to him. He scowls at her, but can't seem to muster up an actual protest; he knows it's true. She hands him a piece of cake.

"You're one to talk," Buck says, taking it from her and stabbing a fork into it. "Watching Chim with your big lovestruck doe eyes ever since you arrived."

"I'm not—" Maddie starts, and Buck just looks at her. "Okay, I am. It's kind of annoying how well you know me."

Buck laughs. "Yeah, well. Ditto."

They sit in silence for a few moments, just watching the party sprawled out in front of them.

Chimney is swaying with Jee-Yun off to the side, while Bobby and Athena keep easy time with the music on the dance floor, and Hen twirls Karen around before pulling her close. Then he finds himself looking at Eddie again, now doing a ridiculous little dance with Christopher and making him laugh. Buck can't help but smile.

"You could tell him, you know," Maddie says, as if it's that easy. As if he could really just go over there and ask, and the rest of his life could begin just like that.

"No, I can't. Too many worst-case scenarios," Buck replies. "Too many ways I could fuck it up."

"So you're just gonna mope about it."

"That's the plan."

"At least go dance with him or something, instead of just sitting here."

"I can't, I'm eating cake," he says, around a mouthful of cake. 

Maddie just huffs and rolls her eyes fondly, then settles back in her chair and rests her head on his shoulder. 

"We're pretty lucky, right?" she says, eyes trailing over their friends—their family. "To know all these incredible people. I never would have imagined a life like this for myself."

Buck smiles a bit, and doesn't tell her that there's still a part of him that half expects it all to disappear one day, and leave him in the dust. He'd never imagined this either, and yet here it all is right in front of him, everything he's always wanted. Some days he still can't quite believe it. 

He looks around, until his eyes land on Eddie again, and this time Eddie's looking back at him. "Yeah, pretty lucky," Buck says. 

Eddie waves, and Buck smiles, and he wonders how it ever took him this long to realize. He doesn't really know how to hold it all, this love and longing that he's gathered into his hands. It's too big to carry on his own, spilling through his fingers and reaching out towards the person it's all meant for. 

He has the ridiculous thought for a moment that those tendrils of wanting are what tug Eddie towards him, when Eddie starts making his way over, but he shoves it down just as quickly as it surfaced.

"I lost my dance partner to the dessert table," Eddie says, and Buck glances over to where Chris has joined Harry and Denny in piling sweets precariously high on their plates. Eddie sticks his hand out. "Wanna fill in?"

Buck stares at it for a second.

"I've got… cake," he says lamely.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, saying 'are you serious?' without saying anything at all, and Maddie just pulls the cake from his hands. 

"And now you don't. Bye," she says.

"I'll drag you out there if I have to," Eddie says, still holding his hand out, palm to the sky.

Buck relents, taking Eddie's hand and letting him haul him to his feet, knowing full well this could end in disaster but never quite able to refuse Eddie anything. Buck can handle this. He's going to dance with his best friend in front of everyone they know and he's not going to reveal that he's deeply, hopelessly in love with him. Easy.

It's not a particularly slow song, but the 'dance floor' isn't much more than a piece of plywood on the grass, and the crowd already occupying it pushes them close together. Buck stumbles—too much to drink, and too many feet to trip over—and, laughing, Eddie puts his arms out to steady him. It's infectious, so Buck laughs too, and lets himself lean into it for just a second. But even as he pulls back, Eddie keeps his hands on him. 

It's a dangerous thing, but he can't bring himself to step away, even as it pushes him ever closer to a ledge he may never come back from, and writes the words 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue. He won't have this for real, but for right now, maybe he can pretend.

And he doesn't know what comes over him—some combination of all the wine he's had, and all the love they're celebrating, maybe; or maybe it's all the feelings he's been trying to hold inside himself for so long, and how desperately lonely he feels everywhere except right where he's standing—but suddenly the gravity between them is impossible to resist, and he finds himself leaning closer, until he's kissing Eddie right there on the dance floor.

In the moment, it's everything he's ever dreamed of.

In the moment, he can almost pretend that this is them, that this is real and this is his. 

But then the song ends, and there's a beat of silence as Buck pulls back, and the weight of what he's just done settles heavily on his shoulders. 

Eddie doesn't say anything at first, he just blinks at Buck, a thousand tiny expressions flashing across his face, and Buck's not able to pick out even one of them. It's a knife twisting in his gut that Eddie is unreadable to him. 

And he can't be sure why—he can't be sure—but the ugliest voice in his head—the one that sounds just like him, but tears and tears and tears him down—tells him it's because he's just ruined the best thing he's ever had. That he's gone one step too far, and there's no taking it back now.

Then the music picks up again. All of this, in the span of seconds. Buck's heart made full and shattered again in the space between songs. And it's his own fault.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm—sorry," he says, stepping backwards, out of Eddie's arms and away from the one place his heart wants to call home. Buck doesn't even think anyone saw—all of them wrapped up in their own bubbles—but he suddenly feels exposed. Like that one action has stripped him bare and laid him out for the world to see. He can't stand it.

"Buck, wait—" Eddie starts, but Buck is already shouldering his way through the party, forcing a distance between them that only makes the ache in his chest grow. A distance that shouldn't be there, except that Buck is a coward, and he'd rather run than face whatever gentle rejection Eddie has in store for him.

Because what else could it be, right? 

Eddie could never want him like that; and why would he?

Eddie is bright as starlight and Buck is... damaged. Messy in ways he doesn't even understand half the time. He'd split up with Taylor—he'd done that for himself, and felt some distant hope that he'd find someone new to be happy with—but it didn't erase all the ways he'd let that relationship fracture and crumble while he kept grasping at the pieces. It didn't erase all the ways he'd broken it himself. 

So he runs, because he knows he can't ever have him, but part of him wants to live for just a little longer in the before. Before Eddie follows him, and Buck apologizes again, and they try to move forward like nothing happened. Before, while he can still distract himself with a sliver of misguided hope.

It's darker around the side of the house, the sun sinking low in the sky and the lights from the backyard not quite reaching where he's standing. It's quieter, too. Except for the pounding of his heart in his ears. 

It had been a beautiful day, and it looks like it's going to be a beautiful evening—for everyone but Buck. Because his dark clouds are thundering now, building a storm from the mess he's made for himself.

With tears in his eyes, he looks out at the sunset and thinks, distantly, of a universe where he and Eddie would be watching it together, hand in hand and happy, in every way Buck wants to be. The picture doesn't last long.

"Buck?"

He takes a moment, savouring the thought of his impossible future before it disappears, and then he looks over. Eddie is standing just out of reach, face full of concern, and looking like he can't decide whether to step closer or leave the space hanging between them. Buck can't really blame him, not after the lines he's crossed.

He almost doesn't speak. He doesn't know what he could possibly say to reverse it all, but he doesn't want to let Eddie speak first either. Buck's heart is already brittle from all his misuse of it, and he doesn't think it could stand another blow without crumbling completely.

"I fucked up," he says. 

"No," Eddie answers immediately. "No, Buck, you didn't." 

Buck blows out a shaky breath and looks away again, unable to bear the weight of Eddie's eyes on him.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—I shouldn't have done that," Buck says, his voice small. He'd make it smaller if he could, just to take up less space in the air. "I wish I hadn't."

Eddie's brow furrows a bit, and it's adorable, and Buck really wishes he could turn his own brain off. "Then why did you?" he asks.

"I…" Buck pauses. The question takes him by surprise, and he thinks about brushing it off, saying something that would lead them closer to the end of this conversation, quick and painless. But when he speaks, only the truth finds its way out. "I forgot myself for a second. I got lost in the moment, or something. I wasn’t really thinking, I just—you're my person, you know? You mean so much to me and I'd never really thought about it in that way before but I guess I just finally realized…" He shakes his head. "I don't know."

"You really mean that," Eddie says, more a statement than a question, and there's something strange about his expression. Something that would almost make Buck hopeful, if he didn't know any better.

He takes a breath. He feels like crying.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

There's the first crack.

"Because I'm—too much. And I kissed you and you haven't even said anything about it, and I honestly can't decide if the nothing is worse than a reaction; and more than anything I'm terrified that you're gonna find a reason to go." His voice cracks on the last word, and he hates himself a little more for it. "And I can't watch you leave. I can't. And I was just going to hold it in, and live with it, but I've gone and…" he sighs and just gestures at the air. Ruined everything, like always.

"You think I'd leave you behind?"

"Everyone does, and I can't—I can't do that with you, Eddie. Not with you."

"Buck—" Eddie says, like it's hurting him. The cracks spiderweb.

"Can we just forget it? I'm so stupid and I didn't mean to—I don't want things to be weird, okay? You're my best friend and I know I screwed up but—”

"Buck, you're not stupid. And I don't..." he pauses and seems to steady himself. "I don't want to forget it."

"You—what?"

"Buck, you're braver than me. I've never managed to find the courage to do what you just did, but that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to. I really, really, wanted to. You just got there first."

"You wanted… to kiss me," Buck repeats slowly, savouring the words. Eddie wanted to kiss him. 

Eddie laughs quietly, and his eyes crinkle in that way that says he's truly happy, and he nods. "Yeah," he says; such a simple word already mending those cracks in his heart with veins of gold. 

Buck stares at him, and Eddie stares back, so undeniably, overwhelmingly tender, and loving. Buck can't hold it, he has to look away.

"Hey, come on. Talk to me," Eddie says, in a tone so gentle it almost breaks Buck's heart again.

"You deserve more than I can give you, Eddie, you know? I-I’m never gonna be a perfect partner, I’m never gonna be easy, I’m—I’m a goddamn mess—"

"I don't want more. I don’t want easy, or perfect. I don't want anything, Buck. Just you," Eddie says, stepping into his space and putting his hand gently on Buck’s shoulder. His thumb rests easily in the dip above Buck’s collarbone, somehow grounding him and making it that much harder to breathe all at once. "I don't care about you because of what you give to me or what you do for me, okay? I care about you—I love you—because you're you."

Buck searches his eyes for something that might give up the game, looking for the 'I love you, but', 'I love you, unless', 'I love you, until'—but he doesn't find it.

"You love me?" Buck says, barely above a whisper, like the words are some fragile thing that he's never been allowed to touch.

"Of course I do," Eddie says just as quietly, but with such reverence it makes Buck shiver.

Buck doesn't say anything, doesn't really know how—words don't seem strong enough to name the depth of what Eddie is to Buck. He loves him, undoubtedly, unconditionally, but it's bigger than that. It's a future that Buck never believed he could hope for, now within reach. It's safety, and family, that Buck had all but accepted was meant for anyone but him. It's light that shines across even the darkest corners of his mind. Those corners where he's never been anything but cold, and alone, now awash with the warmth that Eddie carries with him. It's love—so much love—but it's also life. Like Buck had been breathing underwater until Eddie had come along and led him to shore.

Buck raises his hand—slowly, carefully—and brushes at the loop of hair falling across Eddie's forehead with feather-light fingers, then traces his skin down to cup his face in his hand.

"Kiss me again," Eddie says, so Buck does.

And this time, it's a kiss that feels like the start of forever.

[matan4il]

Fic: When It Is Loved (4/?)

Summary: Prince Eddie has always done what is expected of him, whether it be in battle, in the court or in his personal life, no matter how much he wished he didn’t have to. Following the death of his wife, Eddie is expected to serve the greater good once more: to marry for king and country's benefit. In what feels like an infinite procession of pampered royals come to win him like a trophy, a handsome man catches his eye. Offering no information on his name or where he came from, the stranger is a mystery that just might take Eddie’s mind off the trap he’s in.

Posted as part of the @the118discord’s reverse big bang event at @911reversebang. Thank you so much to the incredible Squidded for the inspirational moodboard and playlist (Spotify link on AO3). Check out this talented lovely's beautiful choices for this fic prompt on Tumblr and please give out some much deserved love! Also sending love to the wonderful @dlanadhz for beta'ing this fic as well as for helping me with the summary, since I suck so badly at that.

Chapter One (read it on AO3 by clicking the link)

Chapter Four

[zashizawa]

and i'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

for the wonderful @maygrantnash for the holiday gift exchange!! i hope you like it!!

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"Here you go Mr. . .?" Buck drawls, passing it over to him. 

"Diaz," he offers. "Eddie. You should probably know my name with how often I'm going to be here in the months coming."

"Oh?" Buck breathes hopefully instead of the jumping up and down in excitement he wants to do.

"Yeah, my friend recommended this place, said they're the best bakery in L.A. And she's a sucker for sweets so Lord knows I'll be in here buying her donuts often enough."

Buck pinpoints the word 'friend' and latches onto it like his life depends on it. Friend, not girlfriend. 

(Or, it's a buddie bakery au. That's it.)

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