#Soft Eddie Diaz

[srue-on-fire]

Reblog with your favourite Eddie smile irrelevant of the context.

Again, every one is a favourite but this is just— 🥹

[hainethehero]

I'm sorry I had to see what he'd look like and...(excuse my crappy editing skills)

This is Eddie in his soft girl era

This is soft Eddie Diaz

This is soft, warm, squishy Eddie diaz

This is the Eddie that Buck just wants to wrap up in his arms and protect him from the world

This is the Eddie Diaz that wants to be snuggled and loved, and treated like he's something precious

This is soft twink, bottom, "I'm a nester" omega, femme Eddie Diaz who has a whole skincare routine, let's buck wash his luscious hair and run his fingers through it, and has to be held to fall asleep

This is the Eddie Diaz who curls up against Hen on the couch at the firehouse, with his head on her shoulder for a nap

This is Eddie Diaz who lets Bobby feed him because he hasn't been eating well lately (understandable)

This is Eddie Diaz who Chimney tries his hardest to make him smile every day at work

And this is the Eddie Diaz who is finally letting himself learn to be soft, gentle and cared for

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Buck: Can you do the thing?

Eddie: What thing?

Buck: You know, the thing that makes me happy.

Eddie. Oh. *smiles*

Buck, quietly: Thanks.

[buddie-buddie]

be the lightning in me (strike relentless)

co-writer: @princessfbi 6x12 coda - 1.3k - g - read on ao3

“You died, Buck. You’re gonna feel a lot of different ways about that. Sometimes all at the same time. I found the best way to process it is to… allow yourself to feel it.”

“How do you feel about that?” The question’s been burning at the tip of Buck’s tongue since he first woke up, since he came out of the coma. Since he first saw the darkness hiding beneath Eddie’s relieved smile– lingering in his features, clinging to the shadows beneath his eyes and the stubble across his jaw. 

Ever since, the question’s been swimming in his mind, itching at his skin, begging to be asked. To be answered. 

Eddie sighs, suddenly very much occupied with trimming the crusts off of Christopher’s sandwich. “Buck–”

“No, I– I’m serious,” Buck presses. He has to know. He can’t bear it any longer. “E-Everyone keeps asking me how I feel. But who’s asking you?”

Eddie sets the knife down on the counter with a small huff. He walks over to the fridge, completely dodging the question. “You think Chris would rather have blueberries or grapes?”

“Grapes,” Buck doesn’t miss a beat. “Eddie.” Buck pushes because Eddie is the one person who pushes back and Buck doesn’t know why Eddie won’t even look at him. 

“Don’t ask me that, Buck.” 

It isn’t a request. 

Buck’s breath hitches, trapped somewhere in the back of his throat because it isn’t a request. It isn’t a command. It isn’t anything more than a raw, unfiltered plea from somewhere deep in Eddie’s chest. 

Buck doesn’t move. Moving feels dangerous. Like he’s waiting for lightning to strike again, but instead of him, it’s Eddie up on that ladder. 

But he needs Eddie to push back. How else is Buck supposed to remember that any of this is real? 

“Why not?” He asks, just as raw. Just as much of a plea. Maybe even a little more desperate.  

There’s something unreadable in Eddie’s expression. His voice is quiet when he speaks, rough in a way it only ever gets when thick with emotion. “Because I don’t want to lie to you.”

“Then don’t.” He swallows around the dryness that’s suddenly appeared in his throat. “I died.” Saying it out loud, saying it seriously , for the first time makes his heart slam into his ribcage. 

“Yeah.” Eddie draws in a long, shaky breath, He scrubs his hand over his face, his chest rising and falling slowly. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. A moment Buck clings to because he’s starting to understand just how much can be missed in a moment. Eddie braces himself against the countertop, fists clenching so tight his knuckles turn white. “It felt like a part of me died, too.”

The push. Buck feels it as the words nudge against his chest and find their way in between his ribs. The words are frank, strong. But they feel like they could shatter any second anyway.  

“Why?”

“You know why.”

Buck holds his breath. “Pretend I don’t.”

“Because when your heart stopped so did mine.” Eddie says, brave and heartbroken all at once. His gaze cuts to Buck and it’s like being struck by lightning all over again. “I love you.”

Eddie’s never said that before. Not without man or dude tacked onto the end of it. And never with such a softness to it. Never with the words dripping with reverence. Never like this. It sends Buck into a tailspin, his chest squeezing and his heart pounding as he replays the three words over in his mind. His pulse hammers in his ears. 

“Eddie,” he breathes. 

Eddie’s chin trembles before he bites his cheek and looks away. “You were just hanging there and I– I couldn’t pull you up.” His voice breaks.

“I’m sorry.” The shaky edge to Buck’s voice wasn’t there a minute ago. 

The sound Eddie barks out is harsh and catches in his nose as he shakes his head. “You don’t—”

He stops himself with a hand to his mouth, pushing away the bite of his words. Eddie curls his arms around himself like he’s trying to hold himself from splitting in two and it makes something in Buck ache. 

“You don’t have to apologize for being struck by lightning, Buck,” Eddie says, softer, gentler but just as certain. There’s forgiveness in his eyes all the same. 

Buck rises from his barstool, walking around the island until he’s closed the distance between them. He reaches for Eddie’s hands, taking them in his own as he meets Eddie’s eyes. “And you don’t have to blame yourself for what happened to me.”

Eddie’s gaze drops and Buck knows what Eddie’s instincts were telling him. He knows because his own are screaming at him to do the same, begging himself to stop exposing the throbbing live wire of a nerve they’d bandaged and pretended wasn’t hurting. 

Eddie barely gets the space to swerve before Buck is grabbing onto the first thing he can reach. Eddie’s hips are warm and soft beneath the harsh fabric of his jeans, giving to the slight pressure of Buck’s fingertips as he holds on. 

Eddie swallows, trying to back away, but Buck follows because if he doesn’t, he doesn’t think he would be able to find this moment again. The counter keeps them pinned and Buck dips down to catch Eddie’s eyes again. 

“Eddie,” he breathes. He’s too close. Close enough that he can count the number of endless lashes framing those hazel eyes. Close enough he can see the heartache swimming behind them. The hope, too. “I’m right here.”

Eddie’s mouth trembles. “But you weren’t.”

“I know,” Buck says. He has the sore chest and the bruises and the lightning branded into his skin to prove it. 

“Three minutes, Buck,” Eddie says, his words wet and thick with emotion fighting to break free from his resolve. “For three minutes you weren’t here. And I-I-I can’t…”

“I love you,” Buck says. Pushes because maybe that’s what they both need. Eddie’s eyes flutter closed as he exhales and Buck pushes again. “I love you, too.” The words roll off his tongue effortlessly, like they’ve been waiting a lifetime for the chance. Maybe they have been.

Eddie’s face twitches before he opens his eyes again. Strong, shaky fingers tangle in his t-shirt, holding him there like Eddie doesn’t want Buck to float away. 

Not even a hurricane could’ve made Buck move then. 

Eddie’s eyes shine as his fingers brush against Buck’s cheek. He touches him like he’s special, not like he’s fragile. Like he’s something precious. 

Buck presses his forehead against Eddie’s and a small breath from Eddie ghosts across Buck’s lips. The moment stretches between them like infinity and Buck breathes through the tension of it. 

“Please,” Buck manages, the word hanging between them in the space between their lips. 

Eddie kisses him and everything settles. The uncertainty snapping like static at the base of his spine softens and the low hum that’s been buzzing beneath Buck’s skin goes quiet. 

His blood sings as he melts into Eddie’s touch. 

A low sigh escapes his lips as Eddie pulls away too soon and Buck can’t help but chase after him. 

“I love you,” Buck murmurs. He doesn’t think he’ll ever tire of saying it, doesn’t think he’ll ever lose sight of the wonder that comes from being in love with Eddie and from being loved by Eddie in return. 

Eddie kisses him again and Buck’s breath hitches, warmth exploding behind his chest. He makes a tiny, contented noise in the back of his throat. He’s never felt more alive. 

Buck was dead, but Eddie brought him back. In more ways than one. 

Eddie breathes life into him in a way he hadn’t realized he so desperately needed, clinging to the inside of his lungs and permeating his soul on the deepest level. They’re two halves of one whole. 

Eddie brings their joined hands to his lips and lets his lips ghost across Buck’s knuckles. And with that, the last of the ache in Buck’s chest ebbs away like the tide beneath a full moon, his heart called home to Eddie’s like waves to the sea.

[jessixaluci]

Buddie Fanfic

Here's all the Buddie fanfics that I have written! (will be updated as i go). One is in the works, but it is much longer and won't be posted until I've written it completely which will take a few weeks (cries in uni student).

1. Shadows Fall Away Like Dust

Evan Buckley, whilst attending a school trip in New York City, gets bitten by a spider. Thus is the hero Spider-Man born.

With the 118, Buck finally finds himself the family he has always wanted. But the further he grows to trust and love the 118, the harder it gets to keep his secret hidden.

2. Through Oceans Dark

One day, Buck gets an unexpected call from a social worker: thus does Buck become a father.

Buck's always been good with children, Christopher is a prime example of that. But rearing a child, actually having to be responsible for a little human, solely responsible, is not something he was expecting to happen that day.

Yet, his new little daughter is simply the missing puzzle piece in his life, and with her, he finds himself whole.

3. Why Do You Keep Trying to Save Me?

What if Buck was shot that day he climbed up the crane? What would he do then?

4. We Belong Here and We Deserve to Dream

He doesn’t think, it’s instinct to push Eddie so hard that he stumbles to the ground as the first ear-shattering sound of bullets being propelled towards them goes off. He should be thinking about himself he reckons, when the first bullet enters his body, and he should probably think about how many more breaths he has to take when the second enters.

However, all he can think is that Eddie is scrambling to get off the ground, so Buck lunges forward and tackles him back to the ground, and smothers Eddie.

5. My Greatest Fear is Losing You

Eddie's going to leave, and Buck has no idea what that means for him. Will Eddie come back? He has to right?

Buck can't lost Eddie. He can't.

[fromxxthexxashes]

With Great Power Comes Great Pining (10485 words) by Princessfbi Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Bobby Nash, Howie "Chimney" Han, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson Additional Tags: Pining Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley, Mind Reading, Post lightning strike, Protective Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Fluff and Humor, idiots to lovers, Buck just forced into having to listen to Eddie saying nice things about him, Embarrassed Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie's just really gone for him, Telepathy Summary:

It was the lightning strike. That had to be it. It was the only logical conclusion. Though, when it comes to being able to suddenly read people’s minds, Buck supposed there wasn’t a whole lot of logic involved.

Well… Not people. Just... One person’s mind.

Just… Eddie’s mind. 

Notes: A nice little one-shot that features Buck and Eddie being absolutely head over heels for each other, behaving like the idiots in love that they are. 

[buddielibrary]

all the stones and kings of old

by extasiswings

Words: 36,036

Summary:

Edmundo Diaz, King of Calder, does not want a husband.

He had a wife, he has a son. He doesn’t need anyone to try and fill the void in his life Shannon left when she died—he is perfectly content with an empty bed, with Bobby and Athena advising him, with household staff taking care of Christopher when he can’t.

But. Apparently he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.

(Theirs is not an auspicious start.)

Tags: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Arranged Marriage, Mutual Pining, idiots to lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Political Intrigue, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Soft Eddie Diaz

[evanbuckleyrecs]

This Is The Night (It's a Beautiful Night)

Written by Kwills91

Words: 2,660

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Howie "Chimney" Han, Bobby Nash

Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Fluff and Angst, Oblivious Evan "Buck" Buckley, Pining Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley is a little bit of an idiot, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz is a Little Shit (9-1-1 TV), First Dates, First Kiss, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Not Beta Read, Misunderstandings

Summary

Buck feels like an idiot. Really. It’s not a new feeling, by any means. He’s definitely got things wrong before. Especially when it comes to things like romance. Especially when it comes to Eddie.

But he’d really thought they’d been heading somewhere. Really thought something was happening between the two of them. After his disastrous date with Marisol, and him subsequently deciding to do some “soul searching”–Buck doesn’t think he’s ever been so shocked to hear any words coming out of Eddie’s mouth, but those had almost made him choke on his coffee–to decide what he really wanted, and after things had fizzled out with Natalia, their schedules too conflicting for either of them to really have enough time to invest in building a relationship or develop any feelings beyond just like, Buck had thought he and Eddie had turned a corner.

***

Buck thinks he and Eddie are heading somewhere, but then Eddie announces he has a date for Valentines day and Buck pines. He's also a little oblivious.

[fedzzzart]

“you can hear it in the silence”🌙✨

[carrythatwayt]

Not to me. Not if it's you.

More buddie: disaster4disaster; How Long? VERY; Something Something;

[whatohitsonfirewelp]

You know what? I don’t WANT an awkward double date. I don’t WANT buck coming out and people having the ‘I know’ reaction or the ‘is it Eddie’ reaction.

You know what I do want?

I want Buck panicking over what to wear for the date. I want Buck flopping on his bed like very teenager after their first kiss all giggly and happy and touching his lips because he kissed a boy

I want Buck smiling every time he says Tommy’s name because maybe it isn’t forever and maybe he’s not even looking for forever anymore but he’s so happy and he’s so light and being with Tommy feels good

I want Tommy to keep calling him Evan, because before Buck was Buck he was Evan and Evan deserves to be happy to be treated so softly and lovingly and Evan deserves to be free.

I want Buck to be happy. To be happy and free and queer in the way we all deserve.

[srue-on-fire]

I Wanna Cry, I Wanna Love

Eddie has nightmares about Buck trapped under the fire truck.

For @smilingbuckley .

Read on AO3 :))

[existential-queeer]

I don't think I will ever NOT think about this gif right here and let me tell you why.

Buck is trying so hard to deflect any positive emotion in this situation because he still feels immense guilt for "losing" Chris. Even though it all worked out in the end, he hasn't forgiven himself for it and doesn't think he ever will.

Then we have Eddie. The way Eddie follows Buck's eyes no matter how hard he tries to avert his gaze. He knows exactly what Buck is doing and he will NOT let him deflect this. He doesn't stop until their eyes meet. He needs Buck to know that's it's okay and that it's not his fault. He's following Buck's movements and forcing him to lock eyes with him.

Eddie is doing everything in his power to let Buck know that Chris is okay. He is okay. They are okay.

[warpedpuppeteer]

Buck reading on the couch and it's been HOURS and he's taking up all the couch space with his stupid long ass legs but Eddie doesn't wanna' disturb him and knows he needs to let him come out of that focused zone on his own so he just... crawls over him and lies down on his chest. Buck let's out an 'OOF' but without missing a beat he adjusts Eddie so that he's lying more comfortably on him, puts an arm around him and goes back to reading. Eddie sighs all content and warm and safe and takes the best nap of his life while thinking 'I really get to have this. I get to be protected and cherished and cared for. I'm home '.

[coderooster]

How is it possible for a man covered in boils to look the softest he's ever looked?!

How neither of the men in room jumped him I have no idea.

[tiringwritings]

buck and eddie as girl daddies