#cowboy buddie au

[thewolvesof1998]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by no one because it's not even Wednesday yet (52 minutes away) but I've finally written something?!?! Thank you to everyone who has been tagging me - it honestly makes my day reading your snippets and while I'm so busy and stressed and struggling to write atm I love reading your fics so keep tagging me!

So here's the beginning of Chapter 3 of Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em my Rodeo AU:

Eddie’s eyelids are heavy when they blink open and close in the early morning light, it streams in between the poorly made blinds that- Blinds.  Eddie almost bolts upright in the hotel bed but the arm curled over his waist stops him before he rudely wakes up the person who was currently clinging to him like an octopus- Chris had become fascinated with them after a trip to the aquarium a few months back, Eddie has seen many clips of octopi clinging to humans and can only assume this is what it is like if that octopus was a 6’2 man.  Buck is spooning him.  His head is tucked in between Eddie’s shoulder and neck, soft sleepy breaths causing goosebumps to rise on bare skin. Buck’s arm curls around Eddie’s waist and his hand comes to rest against Eddie’s ribs and rises and falls with every quickened breath. His whole body is pressed into Eddie’s in a hot line down his back, so close that he swears he can feel Buck’s steady heartbeat through skin and muscle. There’s a hairy thigh tucked between his and he thinks he probably should be freaking out more but it's so fucking nice being held so he relaxes back into Buck’s hold. 

Masterlist of posts about this fic- 18+

Read Chapter One and Two on ao3- 18+

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[bilosan]

buddie + cowboy au

(9-1-1 // gif prompts)

[andr0nap]

cowboy au but i commit to the lack of horses on no mans land

[lesbians4buckleys]

cowboy!buck !

enjoy a rough sketch of a curly haired cowboy buck with his bandana on while i yap about some hcs i have for the yeehaw 118 (mostly buck for this post)

buck was born and raised in pennsylvania, similar to his modern upbringing, except at the age of 12, right after maddie moves away with doug, he runs away from the family he feels abandoned him -- or moreso, the parents he never really felt he had in the first place.

at 13, he's adopted into the 118 gang by bobby, after narrowly escaping death at the hands of a corrupt lawman. bobby saves his life, and ends up adopting the reckless, angry teenager that is evan 'buck' buckley.

his horse is named calida! translating to hot/fiery in latin, she's a spirited and (you guessed it) fiery blonde chestnut thoroughbred, with a temperament that has always matched buck's.

the bandana he wears (although not coloured in this image) is navy blue! i plan on giving the entire gang a navy blue bandana somewhere in their design to tie them all together.

to no one's surprise, buck and eddie will in fact end up pursuing a relationship. i'm a buddie shipper 4 life. they carry out so many jobs for the gang and are a notorious duo. (which makes me think... buddie wanted posters??)

also just a small extra note: i probably won't end up writing much of this au, mostly because i'm more of an illustrator than i am writer, but if anyone ends up writing anything based on my silly little headcanons? i would LOVE to read! also would love to hear any thoughts anyone has!!

[buffaluff]

🏜️ your fingerprints smeared on my heart 🏜️

🌵🌌(lead me back to you)🌌🌵

finished prompt fill for @911Actions gotcha for gaza for buckalvarez, they asked for something based off of THE cowboy reincarnation fic by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels.

while the event is over, the need for donations and action doesn’t stop! so please continue to help families in need 💖🍉

[sasanka-27]

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other. 🤠🐎

[skarkkk]

I need a "you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy" buddie fanfic, BUT, (costume party or AU) Buck as a cowboy and Eddie taking his hat knowing what it means which can lead to A. Buck doesn't know but finds out after researching or in a conversation and there's sex, or B. Buck already knows the meaning and there's sex. Sex being clearly Eddie riding him.

[iz-nomewrites]

Goodness gracious! The boys are fighting *squints* wait... no… It appears I was mistaken they’re… oh gosh… oh my

To and for @brainrotwriter @brainrotgoverner , take your gay cowboys with you. Oh, farmer Chase and warlock Buddy 😂 damn, thats hot

A fic I would’ve posted if I still had ao3 🥲.

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The cool midnight breeze passes between them two as they rested on a stack of hay tucked into the corner of the barn. Chase was busy, playing a slow, gentle tune on the banjo, humming to himself, and Buddy drinks from the single flask of whiskey the boy had brought a while ago.

He was a runaway, and he had just managed to escape from the clutches of Ex Libris, Chase helping him with the aid of his trusty noble steed. And now he was in hiding, unbeknownst to Chase’s grandpa as he lived right under his nose with all his other livestock.

Chase was supposed to tell the senior, but Buddy had pleaded him not to yet, in fear of being shunned by the old man. Chase tried to convince him that his grandpa wouldn’t, but seeing the look of Buddy’s face as he begged in a quiet whisper, he agreed that in the meantime, it would be their little secret.

The moonlight bleeds through the wooden planks that haven’t quite covered up the hole in the roof, illuminating the handsome features of the blonde, the smooth curvature of his nose, the slight prominence of his cheekbones, and his soft golden bangs that hang above chestnut brown eyes which shined like a million stars.

His gaze was steady as he plucked the strings with the precision of a beginning apprentice on the lute, but his focus was like that of a trained musician as his fingers moved from fret to fret.

It was intoxicating.

He takes another swig from the flask, savoring the liquor from the rim of the bottle where Chase also drank from a while ago with an agonizing slowness. He runs his tongue over his lips, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

How he wished it was his lips on his rather than the cold steel of the whiskey flask.

…But then again… he doesn’t really have to wish does he?

He leans forward on one arm where he sat on the haystack, taking the boy’s chin with his other hand, turning it to face him. Chase’s eyes widened as his chestnut eyes met his own piercing icy blues. An adorable blush made its way onto the blonde’s cheeks, dusting his sun kissed skin a pale pink.

“Uh.. Buddy—”

”Shh,” he hushes him, resting his palm on the boy’s cheek, cradling his jaw. “I never gave you that reward for whisking me away didn’t I?” he says in a low and sultry tone, shortening the distance between them with the slick ease of a cat, but before he could connect their lips together, he whispers, breath hot, fanning over his lips and he could smell the whiskey clogging through his nose. “So what will it be lover boy?”

Whether it was in the heat of the moment or inebriation, Buddy doesn’t know, but Chase manages to close the gap between them, mouth slotting easily into his and when he closes his eyes, he can still taste the whiskey in the boy’s mouth, and it’s sweeter than he remembers it was before.

[serensational]

hello i would die for a sneak peak of your cowboy au 🫡🫡

ask and you shall receive 😘

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take a shot lemon drop (then we'll rock all night)

“Next up, rider number 17, Eddie Diaz on Sirocco!” She called into the microphone with fake enthusiasm, but Buck’s was all sincere. He finally perked up, clapping a little more heartily along with everyone else. He craned his neck to see what was happening, and he finally caught a glimpse of Eddie– well, his horse, anyway. She was a gorgeous American Quarter Horse, a bigger one too, coming in at around sixteen hands. She had a silky, dark and dusty brown coat, lighter dusky dapples covering her. Her muscles flexed in the dingy lighting, accented with her perfectly fitted tack. The only thing better than the horse, in Buck’s opinion, was the rider. 

Eddie sat atop his horse with the confidence of someone who had already won. And knowing Eddie, Buck didn’t doubt that was what was going through his mind at the moment. He was clad in dark-wash jeans, and Buck could appreciate how they hugged Eddie’s ass and thighs. As for a top, he was wearing a deep maroon button-up, folded up to his elbows. His biceps tested the seams of it, and Buck had to swallow thickly. He was freshly shaven and atop his head sat a black leather cowboy hat. Eddie walked Sirocco around in a circle before lining her up with the entrance to the arena, and there seemed to be a unanimous lull of anticipation in the crowd’s cheers. 

Buck watched with reciprocated anticipation, waiting for the horn to blare signaling the start of the run. A few silent beats went by, then said horn blared, and Sirocco was off. Cheers erupted from all around as Eddie guided the horse effortlessly around the first barrel, making a sharp turn and beelining for the second. Buck felt like his eyes couldn’t keep up with how fast Eddie was going. It was like he was entranced. Everyone before Eddie seemed a bore, but now he could barely take his eyes off the other. He looked completely in his element, back muscles flexing against his shirt as he rounded the last barrel. Buck’s mouth fell half-open, and then he was balling his hands up as he spared a glance at the big analog timer on the wall. 

“Come on, come on,” Buck murmured to himself, watching as Eddie booked it towards the exit. He watched as Eddie kicked Sirocco’s sides, and somehow the horse got faster, and then it was over. Eddie was across the threshold, calming Sirocco down. There was a beat of silence, and then the crowd roared louder than he’d heard the whole day. Buck launched up along with the rest of them, clapping ferociously and cupping his hands around his mouth to whoop and holler. Eddie had claimed the title of fastest runner by two seconds. 

Buck suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of pride and admiration, and he didn’t know what to do with it. Eddie slowly walked Sirocco around and waved towards the crowd at his claim of the new record, eyes scanning all the people. Buck watched as he turned the horse in his direction and walked towards his side of the stands, eyes still flitting over the crowd. Their eyes locked then, and Eddie’s smile grew exponentially, into that infamous, toothy grin that Buck begrudgingly adored. Eddie reached up and took his hat off, clutching it against his chest, hair mussed and sweaty. His sun-marked skin shimmered with a sheen of sweat, and Buck selfishly ogled him for a minute.  Some girl in front of him distantly squealed, probably thinking Eddie was looking at her, but Buck knew he wasn’t. Blood rushed behind Buck’s ears and it overtook the shrill and boisterous cheers of the crowd, and he felt his cheeks heat up. It felt like it was only him and Eddie right now, everyone else some distant apparitions that were miles away. Just them two. But then Eddie winked and blew a kiss at him, and the thundering of Buck’s heart (metaphorically) stopped. 

Oh. 

Oh.

 He was so very, royally fucked.

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this is just a snippet, but this has been soooo fun to write so far oml, hope you enjoy!!!

[eddiediazismyhusband]

desperately need someone to make buddie fanart of them as cowboys, one hugging the other from behind with the most devastating looks on their faces with a speech bubble of one of them saying “i wish i knew how to quit you”

[thewolvesof1998]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the amazing @try-set-me-on-fire @wikiangela @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @prince-buck-diaz @alyxmastershipper​ 

I'm posting sooooo late today but I just started a new job this weekend and I only just got home 😅 I don’t have much other than more other than this little but from my Cowboy/Rodeo AU Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em: 

For the first time, Buck notices the scars, one on his left shoulder and one poking out the edge of his boxers on his right thigh. Bullet wounds, still raised and red, Eddie’s been shot and recently. Buck’s breath catches, chest tightens in pain he has no right to claim, they weren’t even friends, barely more than strangers. Buck wants to ask about them, the words on the tip of his tongue but he swallows them down, he can imagine it's not something Eddie wants to talk about and it’s definitely not a ‘one night stand’ topic. And that’s what they’re both here for, sex, not to confide their traumas in an impersonal hotel room, not to tell their darkest secrets in the yellow light of the bedside lap and not to get to know each other. If I could only convince myself that’s something I don’t want. 

So instead of all he wants to ask Buck says, “You’re fucking gorgeous,” and steps towards him, hands out to run his fingers over all of that bare skin and if he avoids the scars it’s only because he's not sure he can touch them without placing a kiss to them and that would surely betray how far gone on Eddie he already is. 

Chapter one of this fic is already posted and here’s a master list of all my other posts about this fic. 

Let me know if you want to be tagged in any update to do with this fic by commenting or tagging it when u reblog!

@hannah-ruth-990​

[toughpaperround]

More 9-1-1 Cowboy fic recs

"cowboy in LA" by browney3dgirl6 | @lostinabuddiehaze (T, 6k) in which cowboy-style Eddie meets Buck in a bar

"Cowboy Take Me Away" by PixelsMom1990 (T, 6k) in which Buck is occasionally reminded of Eddie’s roots in Texas and behaves appropriately

"where all the cowboy folk go" by ourdarkspirits (T, 4k) in which the cowboy look does it for Buck when he gets the Firefam to go line dancing

"Save a Horse, Ride a" by @hmslusitania (E, 3k) in which Buck begins to understand

"my saddle's waiting, come and jump on it" by @gaysupersoldiers (E, 2k) for Bronco bar shenanigans

"Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)" by honeybeebeeeight (G, 3k) in which Maddie invites Buck to his first rodeo.

"this is gonna be one of those things" by lecornergirl | @clusterbuck (T, 2k) in which Eddie is bronco-riding and Buck is into it

"My Wild Sweet Love" by @rebeccaofsbfarm (E, 17k) a historical AU in which Eddie is a cowboy, calling at Buck's saloon

"Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You)" by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (E, 90k, also available as podfic) A historical Western buddie au - and so much more!

And some W(h)IPs -

"The ropes, reins, joys, and pains" by BestDeadFriendsForever | @obvious-captain-rogers (M, 11k WIP) a Rodeo AU, with crossover characters from 911 Lone Star and OG

"The Partisan (Through The Graves, The Wind Is Blowing)" by prfoundbond (M, 7k WIP), a historical wild west action/adventure in which Buck and Eddie must rescue their loved ones

Part 1 (Buck), 2 (Eddie) | Masterlist

And check out this gifset of Eddie 🤠 of Ryan Guzman's scene on Pretty Little Liars!

[andr0nap]

ITS POLAR THOMA TIME BABY

with angie and buddy bc i LOVE them sm

[lesbians4buckleys]

cowboy buddie doodle woahhh!!

just a lil rough thing i did to draw out their design while i work on their actual piece :3 thought it was cute enough to share

[beyourownanchor6]

(aprils bday pt 1/2) happy birthday to my wife, the loml, my other half, the eddie to my buck, the yee to my haw 🥹🥰💙😘🧁🥳🫶🏼 @swiftiediaz ily sm babe!! hope your day’s as beautiful as you ✨ mwah 💋

rated: g | words: 6k | read on ao3

summary:

“Do you remember what you said to me that night?”

It was Eddie who tensed then. “I dunno Buck, there were—a lot of things I said to you that night.”

Buck wasn’t feeling brave enough to ask what any of them were.

“I mean before…” before I got struck with lightning and was dangling in the air and my heart stopped beating. “When um, when you were harnessing me up.”

Eddie looked away from Buck then, Buck pushing into his touch.

“I told you to go get ‘em.”

Buck shook his head. “That wasn’t all of it.”

Eddie let out a heavy breath, Buck wondering if he’d somehow struck a nerve for whatever reason.

“Alright cowboy, go get ‘em.”

Buck all but melted into the phrase, his skin tingling with goosebumps once more. Eddie really had a way with words. Because, Evan.

—or—

The cowboy adjacent au

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[cuips-not-cute]

sooooo where does one meet those gay murder cowboys? 👀

heheh well if you really are curious, i'll put the story below the readmore (it is only 1.5k!!)<3 i wrote it bc i had an unexpected deadline for the workshop class and the only idea i had rattling around in my head at the time was the steddie cowboy au i want to write sometime after i finish brl. i did not actually submit fanfic for my workshop class, but the idea absolutely came from that au, and i feel like you can kinda tell lol. i am not yet done revising this piece (there is a scene i want to add near the beginning that would fix a plot inconsistency my prof pointed out-- i'll put a decription of it under the readmore) but i like it a lot!!

ty for asking!!! that was very sweet<3

Buddy Sour

One doesn’t expect it when a man falls through the rafters. Scared-looking. Skittish. Missing his hat. I was expecting a horse got loose, or even a coyote got in from the awful racket I’d heard from the house. I could’ve brought my gun, shot at whatever the noise was, but these days I’m just so damn bored that it seemed more exciting to leave it inside.

And wouldn’t you know it? I was right.

The man lands in a pile of hay so he’s okay, nothin’ broken, and he shoots straight up with his hands in the air even though all I’m holding is a lantern.

“Whoa,” I say, and put my own hands up. Shush him like I’ve done a spooked horse. “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you. Now, why don’t you settle down and tell me why I came out here to find you falling from my barn.”

He settles, and I watch him do it. He’s all cow-eyed and pretty in the lantern light, his whole front dark with the dust of the rafters, palms lowering sheepish to his sides.

“Hidin’ out,” the Rafter Man says. Blinks at me with eyes like black velvet. Tucks his dirt-stained hands inside his jeans.

“Figured as much.”

And ‘cause it’s late and he’s on his lonesome, I take him inside.

“You can sleep there,” I tell him, pointing at the couch. “There’s leftovers in the icebox and the bathroom’s just that way.”

The Rafter Man nods. It’s only then that I realize he’s bleeding.

“Your hands,” I say, though it ain’t just those, it’s his mouth and shirt front, too. Everything I thought was rafter dust is really just dried, sticky blood. I reach a finger out, drag it red across his cheekbone. 

Rafter Man jerks back. Leans forward again when I suck that rubied finger into my mouth.

“Come on now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He’s twitchy, but willing. Holds still for the water and dirt-cheap booze poured over his lacerations. Hisses when I wrap the gauze too tight but allows me to fix it. I don’t comment on how shallow the cuts look for how bloodied his palms are. And he doesn’t comment, neither.

The silence is killing me, though. I gotta ask him something. He can answer me any way he goddamn wants.

“How’d you get all banged up, anyway?”

“Climbin’ your barn.” says the Rafter Man.

Morning comes and with it, the front door ajar, a mess of sheets on the couch, and bloodied footprints leading toward the bathroom. I find the Rafter Man sitting on the toilet seat, head in his hands.

And if he doesn’t give any explanation for how the blood’s everywhere, seeped deep into his clothing and made tacky his chest hair, then that’s between him and lord almighty God, far as I’m concerned.

“You start bleeding again?” I ask.

“Sure did.”

“Well. Let’s change your bandages, then.” 

I put my hands behind me on the edge of the sink, and with one good push, I’m seated on the counter with the Rafter Man looking up at me between the spread of my knees. 

“Hi there.”

“Howdy,” says the Rafter Man. His grin’s a little crooked. His gaze keeps flicking down. He holds still a lot better than yesterday. His bandages hang in soaked, shredded ribbons. Red’s a nice color on him. He strips his shirt so I can clean the new marks on his chest—long crimson lines in groups of five like something fought back. He lets me patch those up, lets me change the hand wrappings. Lets me wipe a rag all over his bloody face.

“Messy eater, are you?” I ask.

We eat a real breakfast after that, coffee with fresh milk and marmalade toast.

Rafter Man snorts.

Rafter Man lingers on the porch as we say our goodbyes, belly full and hands wrapped in fresh bandages.

“Well, sir. I feel I oughta thank you,” he says. “Helpin’ me out, and all.”

“Ain’t no need.”

“No, really,” says the Rafter Man. Steps closer. His face is clean-shaven. I’d given him my razor. Breath smelling like fresh milk and oranges, pleading with his black cow eyes, “I’m trying to look chivalrous.”

“I ain’t that kind’a cowboy,” I tell him.

“Bullshit,” Rafter Man calls, and both of us know he’s right.

“So why were you hiding?” I ask him later, bodies sweaty, blankets askew.

He’s an easy kisser. Sweet. Cups my jaw like somethin’ precious, leans so far forward we both go stumbling into the house. Down the hall, up the stairs, clinging hard to each other’s lapels. Been a while since I kissed another boy. I reckon I’m very lucky to have met the Rafter Man.

“Didn’t wanna get caught.”

“Yeah, but,” I roll forward, ask again into his mouth, “caught for what?”

Rafter Man grunts. Kisses back a little harder. “Don’t you have chores needin’ done?”

“Yeah, yeah. You wanna help with ‘em?”

“Sure I do.”

We dress and get started on the horses, filling troughs and moving hay. Rafter Man fixes a hole in the fence for me and I get my knees bruised and jeans dusty on the barn floor thanking him for it.

And after, belts buckled and hats replaced, I offer him a ride into town which he refuses. Doesn’t really surprise me, so I direct him toward the chickens which need feedin’ and waterin’ and drive down by myself.

“Nother two bodies found last night,” says the girl at the market, bagging my purchase of gauze wraps, whiskey, and canned beans. “Ma says their throats got ripped out.”

“Shame,” I say. “They know who?”

She tells me. It’s a pair of brothers. Never liked them much; too nosy for my tastes. I hide my smile in my shirt collar, ask all concerned-like if she knows anything else.

“Sheriff says they almost caught the killer this time. And one woman saw his face. He was running, real fast, but she saw ‘im,” the girl pauses, looking curiously. “He was headed toward your place, actually.”

“Really?” I say. “Well, I’ll be sure to lock my doors tonight.”

“You’d better.”

“The woman,” I start, “who was she? She talk to the sheriff?”

“It was Maryanne,” says the girl. “And she sure did. They’re bringing in a police sketcher tomorrow morning.”

“Wow.”

Rafter Man’s sitting waiting for me on the porch when I get back. For once, he’s clean.

“Mhm.”

“Help me make dinner,” I tell him. He’s quick to agree.

I boil the water, he chops the meat. His hands are careful, practiced. I make him fetch the margarine from the ice box, put a little in the pan and a lot on my fingers. My shirt gets stained with steak blood where he grabs me and both of us get little corner-shaped bruises from smacking into the countertop.

Our dinner burns.

We chew on overboiled potatoes and gently charred chuck roast and play a violent game of footsie beneath the table. I tell him about my venture into town, that word has it there’s a killer near these parts, but not to worry because the cops are on the case, that a woman even saw the man’s face.

He tells me the chickens are doing alright. Then he asks to use the truck after we’ve finished cleaning up.

I toss him the keys. “She lives out on Greenwood street,” I say. “Maryanne.”

I’m a light sleeper, so I hear him when he returns again. I know how my truck sounds pulling in.

“That her name, is it?” says the Rafter Man, and he’s gone.

“You wanna help me?” says the Rafter Man when I step onto the porch. He’s carrying a bucket and a sponge. 

“What did you do to my truck?” I ask. Her hood’s all bloody. Front tires, too. The headlights glow red with it.

Rafter Man slips out of bed in the very morning. He returns a while later, showered and clothes clean. He tastes like copper and spit and bitter coffee.

“Hit a deer,” says Rafter Man. I make him kiss me long and hard before I take the sponge.

“Aw,” I say. “Did you make me breakfast?”

“S just coffee,” Rafter Man grumbles. But his kisses are sweet.

We drink his coffee and scramble eggs after a lazy turn in the sheets. The mail man comes by so Rafter Man hurries toward the bedroom and I open the door.

“Maryanne went missing last night,” the mailman says, handing me my letters. “Her husband, too.”

“People disappear here, y’know,” I tell the Rafter Man. Wash the blood from his face. “You oughta stay here. Where it’s safe.”

“That’s a mighty shame,” I say. “You take care, now.”

“You’d let me?”

“Sure would.”

“I’d keep you safe,” he says. Eager as anything. “Make sure you don’t go disappearin’.”

“I know you would.” I say, kissing his bloodied teeth. “You ever gonna tell me why I found you that night?

He says, “Town thinks I’m a monster,” and I know from how soft he kisses that he ain’t.

[scene that will be added as per my prof's advice: since the cops know rafter man was headed toward the narrator's farm, their first meeting will get interrupted by knocking on the barn door. narrator will stuff rafter man into a horse stall and step outside to sweet talk the cops into leaving. he'll assure them that nothing is there except for him and his herd. rafter man ofc hears the whole thing, and when the cops leave + narrator pulls him back out of the stall, he's terrified that narrator is crazier than him and that he's about to meet the same fate as his victims. but then they fall in love instead :D]