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myemergence · 3 years ago

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Like a Brand New Melody

Pairing: Grace Ryder/Judd Ryder

Series: 911 First Kiss Week

@911firstkissweek

Rating: Teen

Summary: Judd and Grace relive the night they met—and their first kiss.

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Notes: inspired by the song The Stranger by Ingrid Andress. Thanks for the beta, @nurse-buckley

Grace sat at the table at the bar, thumb circling the rim of the glass before she leaned forward to take a sip from the straw. She let the muted sound of Patsy Cline’s voice fade into the background as she looked around.

“Gracie,” Tommy said as she made her way over to the table. Grace smoothed a hand down over her floral dress and smiled at her friend. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“Hey, Tommy.” Grace smiled at her friend, though she remained distracted as she sat at the table.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine—great, even.”

“Just meeting someone here and he’s running a little late.”

“Someone, huh?” she teased, raising her eyebrow.

Then he stepped into the bar, tall enough to see above the trees with those legs. She took in the sight of him and couldn’t stop the full smile that spread across her lips. He was easy on the eyes, that was for sure, and Grace was certain in that moment that there was absolutely nobody else that she wanted. She watched as he drifted over to the bar and turned her attention back to Tommy.

“Well I’m meeting a few friends,” Tommy said, excusing herself from the table. “I’ll see you around, don’t get into too much trouble tonight, alright?”

Grace waved her off, swirling the straw around in her glass of ice water. He approached the table with a smile. “Howdy,” he said after a minute, taking a few swallows from her beer.

“I didn’t know people still said ‘howdy’,” she teased, watching as his eyes brightened.

“Well we do. Anyway, I was wonderin’ if you might wanna dance,” he said, glancing in the direction of the dance floor, then added for clarification, “with me.”

A laugh slipped past her lips as she swung her legs over the side of the chair, sliding her hand into his offered one. “Of course I do.”

He led her out towards the dance floor, and Grace took note that she couldn’t move as easily as she did even a month ago. On instinct, she rubbed a hand over her stomach.

“You feelin’ okay?” Judd asked, as if the movement were a cry for help.

Grace drew her lips together into a straight line. He was obviously worried that she was going to overdo it, with her growing belly filling the space between them. “I’m feeling fine,” she said incredulously.

She didn’t miss the sheepish smile that crossed his features, it was a look she’d seen on him many times before, increasingly so with the passing weeks. It also meant that asking her now didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to question her another five times before they sat down.

“You look beautiful.”

Grace glanced down at the dress, with its floral detail cascading over her baby bump and then back up into his face. He set a hand on her waist then enveloped her much smaller hand in his own as they started to sway to the music that played. “Thank you. You look quite handsome yourself.”

“I had this feeling that I just might meet someone who’d change my life tonight.”

“A feeling, huh?”

Judd didn’t respond to her teasing, instead shaking his head a little. “You have changed my life, Gracie, even before the first time I met you. I wouldn’t be who I am now without you. There’s a lot I don’t know if I’d have made it through without you there. Your voice, your words, your presence—were life-changing.” She swallowed against the sudden thickness in her throat, the emotion that Judd’s words uncovered overwhelming her all at once. They gazed into each other’s eyes as Judd led her around the dance floor with a confidence that came with the familiarity of time.

“You would have,” Grace finally said, as they moved across the dance floor. “You’re the strongest man I know, Judd. You’ve made it through everything so far in life, and you would’ve made it through that, even if I wasn’t there.”

Judd shook his head a little. “No, and I don’t wanna think about what it would’ve been like—”

“You don’t have to,” Grace reminds him, a small smile crossing her face at the verbal reminder that she didn’t have to go through life without him, either.

“You’re right.” Judd said as he looked down at her, his expression soft with a fondness that Grace never thought she’d experience. A love like theirs was steady and strong, adventurous and thrilling, grounding and life-changing, all at the same time.

They continued to sway to the music, reenacting their first time meeting at this very same bar. Judd swept his thumb over her cheek, the fondness that Grace could so easily see in his eyes reflected in his touch. He dipped his head down to give her a kiss until she pressed a hand against his chest to stop him.

“Judson Ryder, you know that is not how it went. You’d better do it right.” Grace waved an accusatory finger in her husband’s direction, watching as he rolled his eyes.

“You serious?”

Grace raised an eyebrow as she looked up at him, unable to restrain the smile that spread across her face. “What do you think?”

The last thing that Grace had expected when she’d met with a few of her friends was to have such a tall man approach her at their table. Well, really, he hadn’t approached her—more like he’d been dragged behind his pretty friend, Tommy.

But the second their eyes met he’d smiled at Grace, looked at her in a way that nobody else had, not once in her life. That look alone made Grace feel things, her stomach clenching, indicating that something was happening even if she didn’t know exactly what that was. Then he’d opened his mouth and smiled at her and she felt as though her heart had stopped, “I’m Judd.”

The second the words slipped past his lips she knew exactly who he was. This man that she’d been talking to through prayer hotline at the church. He’d called one night, obviously struggling and feeling alone, broken-hearted and hopeless, and he couldn’t understand why he’d been the one to survive. He’d been worlds away from self-worth when they first spoke. Then he’d called again and again. As time passed the calls had become less about emergencies and true help that Judd needed, quickly changing into him calling Grace for general life advice. Finally, he’d started calling just because he wanted to hear her voice, hanging up on the other operators who answered the phone until he got her on the line. Which was both terribly inconsiderate and really sweet.

So she’d been too afraid of hurting Judd to tell him that she was leaving the prayer hotline earlier in the week.

It didn’t make sense to feel like she knew this man who she’d never laid eyes on before tonight. Yet she did feel that way and knew him, in an unexplainable way, down to her core. All of her instincts telling her that this is where she was meant to be. Of all the bars in town, how did they both just so happen to be here?

She swayed with Judd on the dance floor, trying not to over analyze it as she moved with him around the dance floor, feeling unusually at ease with his hand on the small of her back. He’d taken the time to tell her about how things had gone with the woman he was trying to make amends with, and let her know that she hadn’t in fact spit on him. She’d forgiven him after all this time.

“I know this is really forward of me, but uh—” Judd flushed but made sure he looked her in the eyes. Grace was fairly certain that if they hadn’t been dancing that he might be even more awkward, though it barely seemed possible. “I’d really like to kiss you.”

Grace’s eyebrows shot up a little as she looked at him, trying not to allow it to transform into a full blown smile.

“Do I look like the kind of girl that kisses a man she only just met?”

“You look like the kind of woman that a man would give up everything for.” Judd cleared his throat again, a perfect flush working its way into his cheeks, and it was all too tempting to reach up and brush her fingers over the soft pink blooming there.

“Plus I’m not sure if it counts as just meeting when we’ve been talkin’ for months now,” Judd added. “You know more about me and what I’ve been through than literally anyone in this world, Grace. You’re the furthest thing from a stranger.”

Grace stopped swaying, looking up at him with a soft smile on her face. The way that his words made her stomach clench was unfamiliar and intoxicating all at once. Feeling this connection with Judd, even if she was only seeing him for the first time today, it made her want him to kiss her now.

Judd looked down at her curiously, his body stilling as well.

“I’d like it if you kissed me,” Grace finally said, watching a smile spread across Judd’s face.

One hand remained on Grace’s waist and he drew her slightly closer from the point of contact, his other hand shifting up to her shoulder, and his thumb brushed lightly against the curve of her neck. That simple, intimate touch made her long for more, for his lips to press against her own. As he bent down her eyes slipped closed, waiting for the feeling of his lips against hers.

Instead, a few seconds later she felt his lips brush against her cheek, pressing a soft kiss there. “I’m a gentleman,” Judd said against her hair before he stood up fully. “If you want more than that you’re gonna have to stick around.”

Grace laughed softly, shaking her head as Judd began to move her around the dance floor again.

And who was she kidding? They both knew that she would.

“I know this is really forward of me, “ Judd said and Grace looked up at him with a satisfied grin. He shook his head at her affectionately, though a smile tugged at his own lips. “I’d really like to kiss you.”

“Do I look like the kind of woman that kisses a man she only just met?”

So it looked like she wanted to do the whole bit.

Judd continued to sway as he looked down at her, not able to tear his eyes away from her face.

“You look like the kind of woman a man would give everything up for,” Judd said, remembering the words he spoke in the past. He dropped one hand to her rounded belly, unable to stop the warmth in his chest from spreading. “The kind of woman that a man wants to spend forever with; to make a family with.”

“Judd,” Grace whispered. He bent down and kissed her cheek softly. She waited until he pulled back to look at him impatiently. “Is that how you kiss your wife?”

Judd laughed quietly. “There’s no makin’ you happy, is there? Kiss you like I’m someone you just met, kissing you like you’re my wife—”

“If you don’t stop talking and kiss me already—”

Cutting her words off, Judd moved one hand to the back of her neck, and dipped his head down to kiss her. There wasn’t any pretending that this was their first time, and no awkwardness of getting used to the taste and feel of the other person.

There was a familiarity of thousands of shared kisses, Judd’s knowledge of what Grace liked and what she didn’t. The taste of strawberry lip balm flooded his tongue as he swept it along the crease of her lips, her fingers bunching his shirt at the sides. She pulled back a few moments later, breathless as Judd rested his forehead against hers.

“Let’s go home,” Grace whispered.

“Baby, we just got here.”

“I know.” Grace threaded their fingers together and Judd smiled down at her. Staying in place he brought her hand up to press a kiss against the back of her hand.

“Okay,” Judd agreed, leading her away from the dance floor. As incredible as their first meeting had been, Judd knew that it didn’t compare to what they’d created together over the past few years. “Let’s go home.”

#911 #911 on fox #911firstkiss #911 first kiss week #grudd #ryderdie #judd ryder #grace ryder #fluff #withmusic

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tsoanatural · 3 years ago

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Your Eddie

Word Count - 1.2k

Rating - General Audiences

Thank you @morganofthefairies for beta reading my 2 am nonsense <3

Written for @911firstkissweek - Apart or Stuck Together

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Six months.

It had been six disgustingly long months now since Eddie had been suddenly called up from the reserves and shipped across the globe to get shot at.

Six months since Buck had seen his best friend.

Six months since he was entrusted with the most precious thing in Eddie’s life, his son.

Six months since the waiting for intermittent calls off a satellite phone that was both Buck’s salvation because Eddie was still alive, and his destruction because the silence after would be deafening.

Six months of having to tell Christopher that he didn't know when his dad was coming home or if he was even okay.

Six months of constantly whirling around to share whatever just happened with Eddie to realize that he wasn’t there and was instead across the world getting shot at.

Not that he was pining. Because he wasn’t.

But none of his missing but not pining for Eddie mattered anymore, because Eddie was coming home today. And there was absolutely nothing that could take that away from him.

Buck had practically vibrated the whole way through the twelve-hour shift that morning, blue eyes brighter than they had been in a long time and his trademarked lopsided smile making its famed reappearance.

And so Buck found himself sitting on a bench just outside the international entrance waiting not so patiently for Eddie’s plane to land.

“Who are you waiting for, young man?” A voice asked, startling Buck back into the moment.

An elderly woman had snuck up on Buck and managed to take the seat next to him without him noticing.

“My, uh,” Buck didn’t have an answer. After all, Eddie wasn’t just his friend or his best friend for that matter. Without a good answer, Buck just replied, “Eddie.”

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“And how long has your Eddie been gone?” Buck didn’t miss the way she said it or the sly but knowing smile she sent him.

“Uh, six months,” Buck’s back straightened, a strange form of pride filling him. “He’s an army medic.”

“My husband was in the army,” the lady murmured fondly, memories seeming to flash through her bright, green eyes. She squeezed Buck’s knee, smiling sadly. “I remember those months apart were some of the worst months of my life.”

“Yeah, it hasn’t been fun,” Buck admitted, But Christopher and I got through it together.”

“And Christopher is your son?” The woman cocked her head to the side, the sad smile shifting to a happy-sad.

“No, no,” Buck’s typical talking about Christopher smile broke across his face, marking the second piece of him returning after so long. “He’s Eddie’s kid, I was just taking care of him while Eddie was away.”

“Mmm,” the woman hummed, looking at Buck like she knew something he didn’t.

“What?” Buck laughed. He was enjoying talking to this woman and he’d already told this lady enough of his life, might as well go for it.

“He asked you to watch his child for six months while he went off to war and you just said yes?”

“What? No!” Buck refuted, brushing the idea away. “He didn't ask. I offered.”

This did not take the woman by surprise as Buck had expected. Instead, she just bluntly asked, “And how long have you been in love with your Eddie?”

“I’m not—“ Buck stammered, wringing his hands together. Him? In love with Eddie?

“Son, you don’t have to lie to me.” The lady looked at Buck, but not with any of the emotions he’s expected from a stranger. It was a knowing, soft smile.

“I—“ The words died in his throat. He wanted to tell this woman that he wasn’t in love with Eddie, but the words wouldn’t come out. Because they were lies.

Because he was in love with—

Him.

He was dressed in army fatigues and looked a little rough around the edges, but there was no mistaking him.

Eddie.

All the sounds and noises of the busy airport faded away as Buck surged forward, switching into autopilot mode to decrease the distance between them.

There was about a foot between them when Buck stopped, his body unable to go any farther as the woman’s words echoing in his head.

Buck realized he should probably say something, rather than just staring at Eddie, but he couldn’t. His brain was still waiting for something and until then, he was stuck.

Eddie’s hair was shorter than he remembered and a tension and weight rested on his shoulders that Buck didn’t recognize, but he was here and he was alive and when he said Buck’s name the glass ceiling shattered.

For the second time that day, Buck’s body acted of its own accord. He closed the gap between them and the next thing Buck knew, he was kissing Eddie with all the force of four years of repressed emotions and six months of need and fear.

For a half-moment, Eddie didn’t react and Buck thought he was making the biggest mistake of his whole life.

And then the thunk of Eddie’s bag dropping to the floor echoed through the room and Eddie’s hands were pulling Buck closer by the waist and he was kissing Buck.

Every nerve in Buck’s brain began firing like mad, electricity flowing through him. The whole world could have exploded and it wouldn’t have mattered because Eddie was back and he was alive and he was kissing Buck in the middle of a crowded airport at two in the morning.

When they finally broke apart, Eddie’s shock filled face giving way to amusement as he smiled, breathlessly murmuring “Talk about a coming home present.”

“I’m sorry,” Buck stuttered, trying to back up as red filled his cheeks.

“Where do you think you’re going,” Eddie asked, voice almost a growl as he pulled them back together again.

They stayed like that for a moment before finally coming up for air.

“I missed you,” Buck admitted, pressing his forehead to Eddie’s in an attempt to convey just how much he meant it.

‘I missed you too,” Eddie whispered, tightening his death grip on Buck’s shirt. They didn’t speak for a while, just held onto each other like the other was their only lifeline. Which—at that moment—wasn’t too far off.

After a few intense moments, Eddie broke the spell, murmuring, “But if this is what I come home to, I should make you miss me more often.”

“Haha, not funny Eddie,” Buck laughed, grabbing Eddie’s bag off the floor.

“I can carry my own bag, Buckley,” Eddie teased, some of the tension in his shoulders starting to fade away but his grip on the hem of Buck’s shirt remained relentless.

“I got it,” he dismissed, using his other hand to grab onto Eddie’s hand with the same death grip. They walked towards the doors, stopping only for Buck to nod and smile thanks at the woman.

She just smiled back fondly, shouting “Tell your Eddie welcome home for me!”

“Your Eddie?” He smirked, bumping their hands into Buck’s side. “A little presumptuous, isn’t it?

“Nope, you’re mine and you're stuck with me,” Buck fired back, popping the p like a child. “Now soldier, I do believe there’s a very excited nine-year-old waiting for us.

Swinging their joined hands, Eddie just smiled at the dork he had chosen to love. “Take me home, Buck.”

#911firstkisses #afterdaysapart #buddie fic #mine #evan buckley #edmundo diaz #otp: you can have my back any day #buddie #q #911 #911 fic #my writing

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theladyandthewolves · 2 years ago

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Everyday I Will Care For You

Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Summary: It starts with a bump on Buck’s forehead, and ends with Eddie being fascinated by every mark and scar on Buck’s body.

or Part Four of Five times Eddie touches/kisses Buck anywhere but the lips plus one time he kisses him on the lips.

Warning: Work in Progress

A/N: Written for day 4 of @911firstkissweek Prompt: Anywhere But the Lips Thank you @featheryminx for the beta 💖 and thank you Anon for the ask that helped me shape this part ❤

Title from James TW “Playlist”

Word Count: 750

“So, do we think he’s using the same technique to impress women in bars and toddlers at a barbecue?” Chim asks.

Eddie's standing with Chimney and Hen in the Wilsons’ backyard to celebrate Christopher’s birthday, just a few feet away from the group of kids watching Buck with the widest eyes, apparently fascinated by whatever story their teammate is telling them. It isn’t a surprise to anyone; Buck has always had that effect on children. And women. And any stranger he talks to, really, as no one can ever resist the guy’s charm too long.

Eddie might be a little jealous of that ability, if he’s being honest.

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#911 #911firstkiss #Buddie #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Buck Buckley #911 on Fox #911 fic #imaginary kiss #work in progress #about on your skin #911 first kiss week 2022 #my writing

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago

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if you want to kiss the boy then you better kiss the boy right now by prettyboybuckley

4.6k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Fic for day 4 of @911firstkissweek for the prompt: on the lips || anywhere but the lips (once again I have chosen to incorporate both)

It starts with a kiss on the cheek. Honestly, it's really simple and mostly Christopher's fault.

OR: 5 times Buck kisses Eddie anywhere but his lips + 1 time Eddie (accidentally) kisses Buck on the lips

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#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago

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i realised, ain't gotta hide this heart of mine by prettyboybuckley

5.0k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Fic for day 3 of @911firstkissweek for the prompt: (Back to) pride

Eddie has never been to pride before.

He's never had the guts to go, not even as an ally. He knows that Buck has been going with Hen and Karen ever since he joined the department and that two years ago Maddie and Chim also joined. Actually, he's pretty sure that May also went last year.

But over the past year Eddie has done some self-discovery.

OR: Eddie comes out - even if he hasn't quite figured everything out - goes to pride and gets his man

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#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago

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but a cowboy ain't no ordinary man by prettyboybuckley

6.6k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Fic for day 2 of @911firstkissweek for the prompt: in a past era.

The thing is, Eddie is a thirty-five-year-old widower with a teenager at home. Besides the fact that he doesn't have the time to lust after young, pretty cowboys, he is too old for it as well.

So as far as Eddie is concerned, he'll keep avoiding the guy until he finally decides to leave town, and Eddie can move on with his life.

Of course, life decides to go a different route.

OR: town doctor Eddie has a crush on a cowboy and then said cowboy falls off a horse

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#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago

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oh, you look like you did before, only prettier by prettyboybuckley

10.6k | Teen and Up | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Fic for day 7 of @911firstkissweek for the free choice, for which i chose: meeting through the years

Eddie is seven years old and big enough to go and get the cereal his mama sent him for on his own. At least, that's his opinion. However, he is not equipped for this situation.

In the middle of the cereal aisle is a little boy. He looks to be about two or three, which is so so so much smaller than Eddie. He is just a little baby and he's sitting on the floor playing with a toy car. His mama doesn't seem to be around.

Eddie crouches down next to the boy, taking in the mess of blonde curls and his piercing blue eyes.

"Hello," he says when he's got the toddler's attention.

OR: Buck and Eddie keep running into each other throughout their lives. It almost seems like fate.

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#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago

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would you like to slow dance (and hold hands) by prettyboybuckley

3.1k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Fic for day 6 of @911firstkissweek for the prompt: there's a wedding

"I can't believe May is getting married," Eddie says as he puts the car into drive. "It feels like yesterday that she was going to prom and graduating from high school, you know?"

Buck chuckles, nodding a little.

"To be fair, it's not like she's suddenly thirty. It has only been a few years since then."

OR: May gets married. Buck and Eddie find love at a wedding

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#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago

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no one else is such a beautiful dream to me by prettyboybuckley

2.4k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Fic for day 5 of @911firstkissweek for the prompt: it was all a dream

When he wakes up, Buck feels a little lost. The bed is familiar, yet strange because it's not his own.

There is an arm slung over his midriff, calloused fingers pressed lightly against the skin of his chest. He rolls onto his back, the person next to him shifting in their sleep.

OR: Buck dreams. Reality turns out to be not that bad either, though

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#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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prettyboybuckley · 2 years ago

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After a week of fics for the 911 First Kiss Week, here's a collection links and summaries of all seven fics in one post! Find them under the cut 🥰

trade our tears for diamonds for the prompt "trough tears + with smiles on their faces."

6.4k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

"We need to talk about it, Eddie."

His stomach sinks, his heart skips a beat and every other cliché feeling of terror makes itself known in his body. He doesn't want to talk about it. If he does, he might break.

But Buck is right, they have to talk about it eventually.

OR: they finally talk about it amidst tears, smiles and kisses

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but a cowboy ain't no ordinary man for the prompt "in a past era"

6.6k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

The thing is, Eddie is a thirty-five-year-old widower with a teenager at home. Besides the fact that he doesn't have the time to lust after young, pretty cowboys, he is too old for it as well.

So as far as Eddie is concerned, he'll keep avoiding the guy until he finally decides to leave town, and Eddie can move on with his life.

Of course, life decides to go a different route.

OR: town doctor Eddie has a crush on a cowboy and then said cowboy falls off a horse

Read on ao3

i realised, ain't gotta hide this heart of mine for the prompt "(Back to) pride"

5.0k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Eddie has never been to pride before.

But over the past year Eddie has done some self-discovery.

OR: Eddie comes out - even if he hasn't quite figured everything out - goes to pride and gets his man

Read on ao3

if you want to kiss the boy then you better kiss the boy right now for the prompt "on the lips + anywhere but the liips

4.6k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

It starts with a kiss on the cheek. Honestly, it's really simple and mostly Christopher's fault.

OR: 5 times Buck kisses Eddie anywhere but his lips + 1 time Eddie (accidentally) kisses Buck on the lips

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no one else is such a beautiful dream to me for the prompt "it was all a dream"

2.4k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

When he wakes up, Buck feels a little lost. The bed is familiar, yet strange because it's not his own.

There is an arm slung over his midriff, calloused fingers pressed lightly against the skin of his chest. He rolls onto his back, the person next to him shifting in their sleep.

OR: Buck dreams. Reality turns out to be not that bad either, though

Read on ao3

would you like to slow dance (and hold hands) for the prompt "there's a wedding"

3.1k | General | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

"I can't believe May is getting married," Eddie says as he puts the car into drive. "It feels like yesterday that she was going to prom and graduating from high school, you know?"

Buck chuckles, nodding a little.

"To be fair, it's not like she's suddenly thirty. It has only been a few years since then."

OR: May gets married. Buck and Eddie find love at a wedding

Read on ao3

oh, you look like you did before, only prettier for the prompt "free choice: meeting through the years"

10.6k | Teen and Up | No Archive Warnings Apply | Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Eddie is seven years old and big enough to go and get the cereal his mama sent him for on his own. At least, that's his opinion. However, he is not equipped for this situation.

Eddie crouches down next to the boy, taking in the mess of blonde curls and his piercing blue eyes.

"Hello," he says when he's got the toddler's attention.

OR: Buck and Eddie keep running into each other throughout their lives. It almost seems like fate.

Read on ao3

#911firstkiss #buddie fic #gary writes fic #911fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #lesbiandiaz #usermorgue #bigfootsmom #sainteddie #tuserjw #holdmygum #usersiren #tuserksn #userisha

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