#drugged evan buckley

[evanbuckleyrecs]

Title: Sweet Tooth

Written by: inkinmyheartandonthepage

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

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

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

Additional Tags: Flufftober2023, Flufftober 2023, drugged Evan "Buck" Buckley, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan "Buck" Buckley,Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley is a Sweetheart, Evan "Buck" Buckley and Eddie Diaz Are In Love, Comforting Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Caring Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Family Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Prompt Fic, Prompt Fill, One Shot, Complete

Words: 1624

Summary:

“He’s my partner?” Buck slurred loudly around the cotton wads in his mouth, staring straight at Eddie. His hand was tugging on the sleeve of Hen’s shirt like a small child tugging at their mother’s clothes. Hen was too busy smothering her laughter to bat his hand away. His eyes widened and a blood grin stretched his lips. “I hit the jackpot.”

Eddie shot Bobby a betrayed looked when their captain failed to cover his laughter.

OR

Buck gets hurt on a call and drugged up, he blurts out his love for Eddie in front of the whole team.

My notes: this is sooo fluffy and sweet!!! Ahh, I want to reread it again. I loved it so much 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[tevanbuckley]

lmfao all that spec about buck and eddie hooking up at the bachelor party, only for buck to kiss tommy in front of god and half an ER and now eddie is cheating on marisol but with a clone of his dead wife

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

*During a 24 hour shift at the station*

Eddie: I give up. I am too tired. I can't go on.

Hen: Chim, get the emergency supply!

Chim: *brings Buck and places him in front of Eddie*

Buck: *confused but smiling* Hi?

Eddie: Ok, this is working

Chim: Buck, could you flex now.

Buck: *still confused but flexing*

Eddie, staring at Buck's arms: AND I AM BACK BABY, LET’S GO!

[donovankinard]

i'm reaching out to you, can you hear my call? for @118dailydrabble extra prompt 1: dosed

“Someone must’ve put something in his drink– Evan, you with me? C’mon, Ev, please answer me.” Sound is rushing around his ears, but someone’s calling his name – not Buck, they’re calling him Evan. Nobody calls him Evan, not since Tommy; is it Tommy? Did Tommy come back for him? There’s a hand on his waistline, and panicked voices break through the haze; he can’t make out words. Everything’s spinning; his heartbeat is slow, though. Buck thinks that’s bad, but he can’t remember, he can’t seem to think. The arms around him are warm, warm and comfortable; and the voices fade out, when he closes his eyes. He just– he needs to sleep for a while. Just a moment.

all drabbles on ao3.

[whump-imagines]

College Parties

Buck & little sister reader

WC: 1575

Warnings: drugging, overdose... cover your drinks people.

It was your last college party. You and your roommate, Becca, were making the most of celebrating before graduation. Or at least you assumed that she was, you hadn't seen her in nearly an hour.

You mingled and spent most of the night talking about everyone's future plans. You had also been getting hit on all night and turning down every offer to get out of there.

Walking through the house towards the back deck, someone came around a corner and bumped straight into you. Your drink sloshed and you almost lost your balance but he was quick to wrap one arm around your waist and steady your drink with the other. “Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.”

You looked up as he chuckled. His name was John or maybe Jack, you couldn't be sure. You’d already turned down an offer from him once tonight. “You can bump into me anytime you want,” he said, flashing you a cocky smirk.

Fighting the urge to physically shudder at his tacky line, you quickly extracted yourself from his grasp. “Later,” you brushed past him without further comment. As you walked you threw back the rest of your lukewarm drink, cringing at the taste.

You walked out the back door to get some fresh air. There were several groups of people huddled around laughing and chatting and a loud group playing beer pong.

Within a few minutes, your slight buzz shifted to world-spinning dizziness. Next you felt sweat accumulate at your hairline. When you lifted your hand to wipe it away you realized your hands were shaking.

You quickly headed into the nearest bathroom and locked the handle as you closed the door. Taking a deep breath, you stared at your reflection as you tried to collect yourself. Turning on the water, you splashed the cool liquid over your face.

Nothing seemed to be helping and you knew you hadn't drank enough to feel like this. “Shit.”

You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and hesitated as the screen lit up. “He's gonna kill me.” You took a deep breath as you opened the phone app. Squeezing your eyes closed, you reminded yourself, “he’ll be angrier if something happens and you didn't call.” Then you tapped your big brother’s name and the line started to ring.

“Hello?” His chipper voice came through. You guessed he hadn't checked the caller ID before answering.

“B-Buck?” you muttered quietly.

“Hey, sis.” You could hear the chatter of the firehouse in the background. “What's up?”

You were silent for a moment too long as you tried to collect your thoughts through the sudden haze.

“Hello? Y/N, you okay?” He asked.

“Um, I–I don't know.”

You heard the background noise on his end quiet. “What do you mean?”

You sniffled. “Can you come get me? I'm at a party and I have been drinking but uh–” you stopped as you spaced out again.

You could hear the urgency and concern in his voice as he nearly yelled into the phone. “But what?”

“I don't feel right.” You sat down on the floor with your back against the cool tub. “I only had a couple drinks and I've been here for hours.”

“Where are you?”

You huffed. “I told you. At a party.”

“Where?” He asked again.

“Where at the party? I'm in a bathroom.” You explained what you thought he wanted to know. “Buck, I swear I only had two drinks and one shot. I feel like I had 20. I feel like I'm on a boat. Ugh, I think I might puke,” you rambled.

“Y/N, focus,” Buck interrupted. “Where is the party? What's the address?”

“I don't know. I didn't drive, Becca did.”

You heard him mumble like he was covering the phone. “How long were you in the car? Is it a house? Do you know what street?”

You leaned your head back, suddenly exhausted. “Uhh, we went to dinner. Then we came back toward campus. Gayley!” You suddenly yelled remembering the street name. “Can you come?”

You heard the sigh of relief. “I'm coming. You stay in that bathroom. Is the door locked?”

You peeled your eyes open at the question unsure when you'd closed them.

Glancing at the door to check. “Y/N?” you heard Buck ask urgently.

“Hmm?” You acknowledged.

“Is the door locked?” He asked once more.

“I, uh, don't… I-I think so.”

“Can you check?” He requested.

“I'm so tired,” you gave him your excuse. “I don't think I can get up.”

Then, suddenly someone was knocking and jiggling the door knob. You squeaked as you startled at the noise.

“What happened?” You could tell Buck was panicking.

“Someone knocked,” you explained. “They couldn't open the door.”

“Good. Don't unlock it. We’ll be there soon.” You heard the sirens through the phone.

Your eyes slipped closed once more. “So tired.”

“Don't fall asleep. You keep talking to me.”

You were quiet as you fought to keep your eyes open. “Ev?” You rarely used his old nickname anymore.

“I'm right here,” he reassured.

You shuddered. “I'm scared,” you admitted in a whisper.

“I'm coming,” he promised. “We are two minutes away. You'll be okay.”

“Okay,” you whispered as the world went dark.

Forcing your eyes open, you squinted away from the bright lights. You glanced around trying to figure out where you were. Turning your head, your eyes landed on your hand noticing the IV placed there. Next, you spotted Eddie in a chair beside your bed.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as he stood. “W-what?” Your voice cracked and your throat throbbed.

Eddie picked up a cup of water and placed the straw in your mouth. “Slow sips.”

You drank a little and then cleared your throat. “What happened? Where’s Buck?”

“Maddie and Buck just went to talk to your doctor.” He explained. “They will be back in here in a minute.”

“What happened?” You asked again.

He glanced toward the door before locking eyes with you. “They'll be right back. You can talk to them.”

You scowled then tried to recall the last thing you could before you'd woken up here. It was finals week, you'd been celebrating with Becca. Dinner and then you were driving back to campus. The last thing you remembered was the car. “Oh, my god. Were we in a car accident?” You panicked. “Is Becca okay? Eddie, you have to tell me what happened!”

He grabbed your hand and squeezed. “You were not in an accident. Take a deep breath, Becca is fine.”

A moment later, the door swung open and the doctor rushed in followed by your siblings. The doctor was looking between you and the monitors beside the bed.

“Last thing she remembers is the car ride to the party,” Eddie explained. “She guessed they were in an accident and started to hyperventilate.”

“You weren't in an accident,” Buck reiterated. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked like he'd been crying. “You made it to the party. You called me asking me to come get you because you didn't feel well.”

You couldn't help but to try to connect the pieces. You'd been at a party and called Buck because you'd felt sick but had zero memory of any of it. “Oh, my god. No. No, no, no.”

Buck grabbed the hand that Eddie had been holding a moment earlier. “Nothing happened,” he said, knowing what you were thinking. “Someone drugged you but you locked yourself in the bathroom and you called me.”

Releasing the breath you'd been holding, you whispered, “Thanks god.” You coughed against the remnant pain in your throat. Maddie handed you the cup with the straw and you guzzled the rest of it. “Why does my throat hurt?”

Buck squeezed your hand. “From the tube.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

The doctor spoke up. “You were given GHB. Whoever gave it to you overdosed you. GHB in high doses suppressed the respiratory drive. You were intubated to help you breathe while the drugs cleared your system.”

Tears welled in your eyes as fear swept through you. “I–I could have died.”

Maddie wiped away her own tears. “But you didn't. That's all that matters.”

You closed your eyes trying desperately to remember more. “How did someone drug me?”

“Someone probably slipped it into a drink.” The doctor offered.

“No.” You shook your head. “I don't take drinks from anyone. My friends don't even make my drink because I like to control the liquor to soda mix. They think I'm a freak about it. No way I took a drink from anyone.”

The doctor shrugged. “Someone could have dropped something into your cup when you were distracted.”

You shuddered at the thought. “Guess I'm glad it was my last party. When can I go home?”

Buck huffed out a chuckle and Maddie sighed in frustration.

“You've been conscious for less than ten minutes and you're trying for a jailbreak,” Buck said.

“I'd like to keep you a few more hours just to be safe but I expect you can be home late this afternoon. For now, get some rest.”

As the doctor left, Buck leaned down and squeezed you in an awkward hug. “Thank you for calling me.”

You took a deep breath. The reality of what could have happened hitting hard. Hiccuping on a sob, you tried to contain your emotions. “Thanks for showing up.”

He kissed your forehead. “Always.”

[diazsdimples]

Several Sunday Sentences

It's actually Monday but here's a tiny bit more of Dosed from my Sleepy Mornings Fic. I've started the second morning but it doesn't seem to be flowing as well and chances of me getting anything done before Tuesday or Wednesday what with my test today and birthday tomorrow, I figured I'd share a little bit more of this. Cause they're dumb and I love them.

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @evanbegins @smilingbuckley @thekristen999 @elvensorceress @rainbow-nerdss @wikiangela and @daffi-990 thank you friends!

“Whassthetime?” he slurred, fumbling for the alarm clock on his bedside table. Buck winced as Eddie knocked it to the ground, the loud bang as the plastic hit the wooden floorboards reverberating through his skull as if someone had clanged a pot next to his ear. “Too early,” Buck replied as he flopped back against the pillows. “How did we get here?” Eddie gave up on the clock and collapsed over the side of the bed with a huff of frustration. Buck turned his head and was met with the bare expanse of his best friend’s shoulder and back, the covers having slipped to just above Eddie’s waist. It was definitely the drugs and dehydration that made Buck’s mouth go a little dry. “I don’t remember,” Eddie whined as he slowly rolled back over to his back with a groan. “Last thing I remember was Athena bringing me home and someone throwing up in my bathroom –“ “That was me, sorry,” Buck winced apologetically. Eddie’s gaze rested on him, and he saw a flash of amusement through the sleepy haze behind Eddie’s warm, brown eyes. “Well, I figured it wouldn’t have been Athena, that would have been unprofessional to say the least,” Eddie smirked as he slowly pushed himself to sit, propping himself up against his pillows. Buck watched as Eddie took a few deep breaths, his face draining of colour as he swallowed thickly. Recognising the signs of someone imminently about to lose their lunch, Buck swiftly grabbed the trash can from the side of the bed, ignoring the way his own stomach lurched at the sudden movement, and thrust it in front of Eddie’s face.

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[mountedeverest]

BUCKTOMMY drabble

Title | Do you believe in Magic? Rated T

So this is just a little cute thing I had to get out there, might evolve into more, who knows. It's based on Tommy's love of Rom Coms. Enjoy ;)

Buck had tears in his eyes within the first fifteen minutes. Tommy looked slightly amused off to the side, he had seen it a thousand times and was somewhat more immune. Besides, the real tear-jerker was still to come.

“She loved Michael so much, ugh–” Buck sniffled. “Stupid curse.”

It was cute. The first time Tommy had seen Practical Magic, it was at the theater when it came out. He was fourteen, he’d taken his girlfriend at the time, a girlfriend who was perfectly nice and perfectly good-looking, and had a perfect older brother on the football team who Tommy did not hover around whenever he came over to her house. 

He’d cried too, as covertly as he could, swallowing every sob that threatened to move past his lips. He’d gotten off with minimal damage, some moisture in his eyes, some redness he blamed on the dope he’d hit with his girlfriend’s brother right before the movie. 

Back then, Tommy had lived for the second-hand contact of Connor’s lips on a joint, transfering onto his own. He had lived for the high-dazed lingering looks, and the way their fingers brushed when Connor passed it for a hit. Not that he’d ever had admitted it at the time.

A week after that, he had rented the movie, and watched it over and over when his parents were out of the house. He cried and cried and cried. It became one of his favorites, that one and so many rom coms that came after it. They became his safe-space. 

Jimmy Angelov was choking Gillian on the tv screen and Evan gasped. It made Tommy chuckle. It also made him grow fond of how freely Evan could feel. Evan never hid himself to cry, and Tommy wanted to make sure he’d never have to.

Tags under cut ~

@tizniz @hippolotamus <3

[cavevulpis]

Excerpt from Hotbox Heroes || Read full fic on AO3|| Word Count: 2.8k

“Ridiculous is Buck’s middle name,” Eddie quipped, his voice fond.

Buck gasped, clutching his heart. “It’s not, but it should be! That’s infinitely cooler than Buckley.”

“Buckley’s not your middle name. It’s your last name,” Ravi corrected with a long-suffering sigh.

“Then what’s my middle name?” he asked with sincere curiosity.

“Oliver,” Eddie stated without hesitation.

Buck scrutinized him, distrustful. “Wait… is it really?”

“Sure,” Eddie deadpanned, notably enjoying himself.

“He’s messing with you,” Bobby interjected. “You don’t have a middle name.”

“Oh,” he exhaled, sounding rather disappointed.

—

It’s LA— of course there’s a fire at a weed dispensary.

And because it's LA, the rest is predictable.

Read on AO3

[poughkeepsies]

already dealing with the knowledge that buck is dead right now and then having that gay ass still of buddie's poker date shoved in my face has done irreparable damage to my brain is this what mixing alcohol and opiates feels like

[bisexualbrainrots]

Is Buck even on therapy right now? Because hey, if there's someone he should talk about the breakup with it definitely should be his therapist, right? Right?

Ohh but he can't, 'cause if he did the therapist would most likely advise him to call for at least closure, right?

And we can't have that on the show... Right?

[mazzystar24]

The new promo is so unhinged but also I’m more and more convinced of the drugged theory😭😭

[breathe-2am]

118 Blunt Rotation Headcanons

Bobby: does not partake, but the ultimate trip sitter. Keeps the chaos generally controlled, but finds everything very funny, in a i-will-tell-you-about-this-tomorrow-and-you-will-cringe kind of way. Disappears for an hour and come back with homecooked food, everyone is beside themselves in gratitude. Starts telling a funny story about this one time he Smoked Pot, but about halfway thru he along with everyone else realizes its not funny and is probably something he should talk to that twink priest about.

Hen: laughs at EVERYTHING. Finds a random object like a ballpoint pen or a half full bottle of water and its THEE most fascinating thing shes EVER seen. Gets up to go to the bathroom, doesnt come back, when they go looking for her shes just staring at herself in the mirror. Very in her feels abt how she loves her friends. Says she needs to change shirts at one point bc she hates the fabric actually. Comes back in an entirely different outfit.

Chimney: a yapper. Every thought in his brain is out his mouth. Running commentary of the happenings. Jokes make less and less sense but hen finds them funnier and funnier. Talks with his hands to a dangerous extent. Eating whatever bobby made w his fingers, which is not a good combination when he gestures too wide and flings it at bucks face. He thinks this is the funniest thing that happened all night bc buck doesnt even react.

Buck: Out of everyone here, hes got the most experience in a blunt circle (youre going to look at me and tell me that im wrong? He had frosted tips and lived in a FRATHOUSE dawg) but hasnt been a smoke weed everyday bitch in a while so when he does he thinks his tolerance what it used to be. It isnt. Man is FLAVOR BLASTED he is SCHWASTED. Cant talk bc hes giggling while staring vacantly at the ceiling. Zones out, resurfaces to drop a random fact related to a conversation that was happening ten minutes ago, and hes gone again.

Eddie: Eats bobbys food and cries bc its delicious. Laughs at chinmeys jokes and cries bc hes so funny. Stares at hen and cries bc shes so beautiful. Thinks abt chris and cries bc he loves him so much. Buck is absentmindedly petting his hair to calm his tears and cries bc his best friend is so kind. Has to get up but doesnt want to bc the floor is so comfy. I love you bitchessss this is the year im gonna get my SHIT togetherrrrrrrrr what r these floors made of theyre so niiiiiiiiiiiice.....

Maddie: obsessive abt the Vibe, keeps getting up to turn on or off a lamp bc it was too bright but now its too dark. Perched in a mountain of pillows and blankets, keeps readjusting bc she has to b Maximum Comfy. Changes the song a minute in when its 'not the vibe'. Pulls out the most out of pocket story about buck as a kid but hes not even absorbing whats going on so she doesnt feel bad. Shes trying to rest her head on chinmeys shoulder but hes moving too much and shes getting annoyed.

Karen: the funniest bitch in the room. Monologuing abt space, which segues to robotics, which segues to government, which segues to capitalism, which segues to how they need to go to the beach RIGHT NOW. Hens looking at her like that twink boutta pounce meme. Sings along w the song playing, starts bitching at maddie bc she skipped it. Talking abt the sanctity of the playlist and respecting the music, but then says 'wait i hate this song' and commanders the spotify, she and maddie have a tug of war over the phone.

Tommy: touchy feely bitch. Started sitting next to buck but at some point graduated to trying to sit in his lap but now hes just sprawling across him like a weighted blanket. Voice has no inflection. He and chimney start excitedly talking abt a bad movie only they have seen and it goes on for way too long bc he starts chattering abt two characters he thinks should have ended up together. Eventually is just laying there curled up with buck, he realizes he loves his life and the people in it, has a little Moment.

Athena: does not partake, remind them that drug testing is a thing in their line of work, has Choice Words when the phrase California Sober is dropped. Taking pics for blackmail. Despite all that, she makes sure everyone is alright and helps bobby clean up. The next morning she makes coffee for everyone, and when people complain abt their backs or necks hurting she says 'thats what you get for sleeping on the floor'.

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @exhuastedpigeon @spotsandsocks @spaceprincessem @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings and @daffi-990. You are all so wonderful and I cannot wait for all your upcoming works! Mwha!

Super excited for todays snippet share. Not only is it from NFL Buck, but I have finally got to work on one of the best scenes from the show itself. Dosed! So I present to you, LSD Eddie (and Ravi!) Enjoy!

The pollen is just so pretty. Glimmering in the beams of sunlight and making beautiful dance moves. Eddie knows how to dance.  He’s tried teaching Buck a few times, but for a man who’s footwork is so flawless on the field, he has two left feet when it comes to moving them to a beat. Eddie doesn’t care though. He loves to dance with Buck because he smiles so big and bright and oh, he laughs so loud that it vibrates Eddie’s entire being. He wishes he could dance with Buck now, show him how the pollen moves and see his boyfriend glimmer among it. Tears burn in the corner of Eddie’s eyes and for what seems like the 100th time today, he rubs at them. “Man allergies are going crazy today.” Eddie lies because he can’t tell the others he’s crying over his secret boyfriend. “Yea you too huh?” Ravi remarks next to him. Okay, now Eddie thinks it may be allergies and not the thought of his too beautiful Buck. “The index wasn’t elevated this morning.” Probie relays, “Think it’s a new kind?” “New kind of what?” Eddie is really confused now. “Pollen.” Ravi responds. Can Ravi see the pollen too? Oh god, can he read Eddie’s mind?! He looks away from the younger firefighter and at his hands, hoping it would keep the kid out of his inner thoughts. Whoa, now the pollen is weaving its way between his fingers, making them tingle. “A new kind of pollen?” Chimney questions from across them. “You’re not feeling this Chim?” How could he not? It is everywhere, seeping into every pore of his skin. Eddie peeks at Ravi, whose eyes are drifting around the truck cabin.  Ravi can see it, Eddie isn’t alone. Chimney gives him an odd look, “No I do not.” He answers. Eddie looks out the window, sees more glittering puffs twirling in the wind, “I can see the pollen.” “I can hear it.” Ravi comments. And oh! That’s what that sound is! The pollen sounds just like Christopher and Buck’s laughter. It’s wonderful.

Hehehe. I am having so much fun writing this, especially since I have the dosed clip pretty much on repeat. Anywho, hope you all enjoyed! Everything NFL Buck can be found here.

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[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Eddie: Can you imagine being paid for being cute?

Buck: You'd be the richest man in the world.

Chim: Isn't that the whole point of Only Fans?

Ravi: Eddie would make bank.

Buck: Right?

[babygirl-diaz]

Turn My Head [TW: Drugging]

I only write fluff so I figured I would get out of my comfort zone and write some angst today...

Summary: In which, Tommy gets drugged and Buck and Eddie have to race against time to find him.

***

Buck was busy watching a movie and hanging out with Eddie when he got the call. "Tommy! Hey! Missing me already?" He cheerfully asked his boyfriend. Tommy was out drinking with his coworkers and Buck was missing him like hell, so it was nice getting a phone call from him.

"Buckkkkk..." Tommy drunkenly called out. "Why do they call you Buck? They should call you Evan. Evan is pre- prettier." He hiccuped.

"How much did you have to drink already, baby?" Buck chuckled and looked over Eddie who was smirking and shaking his head. Buck flipped him off.

"Just one!" Tommy replied. "But- but- I don't feel too good. My head is splitting, I feel dizzy, and I-" He giggled before adding, "-I don't know where I am."

The smile dropped from Buck's face when he heard that. That wasn't good. "Wha- what do you don't know where you are?" He looked over at Eddie who sat up on the edge of the couch and looked at him confused.

"I- My drink tasted weird and then there was this lady- And then I don't remember- Why can't I remember?" Tommy sounded so small and vulnerable.

Buck's heart started pounding in his chest as he got up from the couch and signaled for Eddie to follow him. "Baby, I'll come find you, okay? Where are your coworkers?"

Tommy sniffled and said, "I- I don't know. Evan, I'm scared. I'm gonna sleep now-"

"Tommy, hey, hey, hey, no, please don't sleep. Just stay with me on the phone, okay?" Buck told him. He paid careful attention to the sounds in the background and could hear thumping music somewhere in the distance and cars going by. It was obvious Tommy was outside and was probably walking. Buck just hoped and prayed that he was walking on the sidewalk.

"What's going on?" Eddie asked him as they went downstairs.

"I think Tommy was drugged," Buck replied

Eddie's eyes widened. "Do you know the bar he went to?"

"Yeah, um-" Buck wrecked his brain because he couldn't remember right now. "Dammit! It was- shit- Oh yeah yeah yeah- O'Malley's! It's near the 217 firehouse."

"Evan, are you there? Did you leave me?" Tommy sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"No, I'm right here, baby. I'm right here. Just keep talking, okay?" Buck told him as they got into Eddie's pickup.

"Evan... Can I tell you a secret?" Tommy sounded like he had stopped walking.

"Yeah, babyboy, go ahead," Buck replied.

"Don't tell anyone but... I love you," Tommy giggled.

Buck wanted to cry. This is not how he wanted to find out that his boyfriend loved him.

"I love you too, Tommy," Buck replied sadly.

Tommy giggled once again. "You love me?"

"I do, babyboy. I really do."

"I'm gonna sit down. I'm too tired," Tommy told him.

"Babyboy, I know you're tired but just- just stay with me, okay?" Buck begged. "Eddie, drive faster!"

"On it!" Eddie sped down the freeway, and Buck was glad that the evening rush had died off. "Is he still at the bar?" He asked.

"No, he's walking somewhere, but I'm assuming he's close to the bar," Buck replied.

When Tommy went quiet, Buck started to panic. "Tommy, hey, you with me?"

"I'm sleepy. I'm just gonna close my eyes for a bit," Tommy replied.

"Babyboy, no, just stay with me. Please, just stay with me." Buck's heart was racing once again. "Hey, hey, hey tell me, where- where do you want me to take you on a date on Saturday?"

"I wanna stay in," Tommy replied. "I wanna stay in and have junk food and cuddle up with you and watch trashy action movies."

"Hey, that sounds like a perfect night to me," Buck replied.

"We're here," Eddie announced when they got to the bar. They got out and went running inside. The place was packed but Buck managed to find the group of firefighters.

"Hey!" Buck called out to them. "Where the hell is Tommy?"

"Tommy?" one firefighter asked. "He's not here. He never came with us."

"Well, that's not true," Eddie took over. "He came drinking with you guys and now he's missing. We think he's been drugged."

The other firefighters all looked at each other. "What?" Another one asked.

"Evan, you there?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, babyboy, I'm right here," Buck replied. "I'm always here."

"Yeah, he's on the phone with Buck right now, but we don't know where he is," Eddie explained.

"Okay, Buck, come with me. Let's go talk to the bartender," another firefighter got up and took Buck with him to the bar.

While he talked to the bartender, Buck continued his conversation with Tommy. "Tommy, what do you see around you?"

"Darkness," Tommy replied ominously.

"Yeah, he was here before you guys got here." Buck listened in when the bartender started talking. "He had a drink and was talking to some woman and then she took him outside. Which is odd, because I know for a fact that Tommy is gay."

Buck frowned. Tommy also talked about some woman. Maybe she's the one who roofied him.

But Buck didn't dwell on that, he needed to find Tommy. Stat. He ran off outside and heard Eddie calling after him.

Buck didn't stop. He started walking. He felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest with how scared he was. Tommy had stopped talking and Buck knew he was either unconscious or worse. He wanted to cry.

"Tommy!" Buck called out as he kept walking. "Tommy Kinard!"

"Buck, Buck, hey, so those other firefighters are looking for him too. We'll find him," Eddie told him.

"What if we don't, Eddie? He's not talking anymore. I'm so scared!" Buck told his friend.

As they were passing an alley, Eddie stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's that?"

Buck looked over and realized it was some person on the ground. "Shit!" He hissed and ran through the alley to get to the other side. "Tommy!" He called out when he found him and got down beside him.

Tommy was unconscious, and Buck tapped his cheeks to wake him up.

"Buck, step aside, let me look! Call 9-1-1"

Buck couldn't move. He felt frozen.

"Buck!" Eddie yelled.

"Shit, yeah," Buck replied and got up. He called 9-1-1 and told them what was going on.

"His pupils are reactive, but his heartbeat is a little elevated," Eddie told him.

Buck got down beside Tommy and moved his head onto his lap. "I'm sorry, babyboy. I should have been there with you."

"Now is not the time to blame yourself, Buck," Eddie told him. "Tommy is going to need you."

"Do you think he was-" Buck was scared to finish the sentence.

"I doubt it. His clothes are intact and it doesn't look like they were taken off," Eddie replied. "Maybe he got away before anyone could do something."

"If I get my hands on that woman, I will kill her!" Buck growled.

The paramedics soon got there and looked over Tommy. Tommy started gaining consciousness as they loaded him on the gurney and got him into the ambulance. Buck climbed into the ambulance and took Tommy's hand.

"Evan?" Tommy groggily asked.

"Yeah, baby, it's me," Buck replied. "I'm right here."

"Am I dead?" Tommy asked.

"Never letting that happen, babyboy," Buck told him. "Never letting that happen."

[mattzerella-sticks]

if it cannot hatch from its shell, the chick will die without ever truly being born. (ao3 link)

Rated: T

Word count: 2,324

Pairing: Buck/Eddie (pre-relationship)

It's missing-Christopher-Diaz-hours at the Diaz House, party of one. Until Buck crashes his pity party with a little gift to help turn Eddie's night around for the better. Now stoned, Eddie convinces Buck to watch a television show with him that Eddie hasn't seen in years. The show dredges up old feelings for Eddie. He and Buck talk them out.

Eddie’s pushing dinner around when he receives Buck’s text asking to hang out. He answers immediately. No. Without further explanation or any uncertainty. That doesn’t stop Buck from following up, telling Eddie he’s already outside.

               “Dammit, Buck…”

               He throws his fork against the plate. Its clatter overpowers the scrape his chair makes as he stands and stomps towards the front door. Buck waits for him there. Phone in one hand, brown paper bag in the other.

               Buck squints down at Eddie, a sheepish grin creeping across his face. “Hey, Eddie…”

               “I’m not in the mood, Buck.”

               “I know but… give me a minute. And – and if you still aren’t, I’ll leave.”

               Eddie should turn Buck away. Return to his unappetizing, freezer-burned microwaveable meal puddling on his table and wallow, alone, like he had planned for the rest of his evening. But then Buck bat his eyelashes at Eddie. He bats them twice. Three times, and Eddie surrenders.

               “Fine.” Eddie steps aside so Buck can squeeze past. “You have one minute. Starting… now.”

               Buck guides Eddie into the living room wasting his allotted time to set him onto the couch before speaking. He reaches inside the brown paper bag and produces a large, shrink-wrapped, chocolate-chip cookie. Eddie spots the dessert’s label. He recognizes the tiny seven-tipped leaf printed on it.

               “Is that –“?

               “Figured you’d prefer this over a brownie,” he says. “Since the last time I brought brownies over was… not our most pleasant conversation.”

               Eddie’s gaze drifts from the cookie to Buck. He looks all too eager for Eddie to lunge at the opportunity like a fish with bait, though his appearance is also suffused with poorly masked worry that he, perhaps, miscalculated. That Eddie would still deny him, send him away.

               The idea is tempting. So is the cookie. He weighs both options in his mind as the minute he gave Buck runs out into overtime.

               Buck squirms underneath his scrutiny. “So? Are you in?”

               His answer was inevitable in the end. He sighs. Reaches out to Buck and, crooking his fingers, Eddie says, “Hand it over.”    

They split the cookie between them. Each cookie half is about five milligrams. Eddie nibbles on his treat to wade into his high. The warm, tingling numbness starts at his ankles, climbs his shins, his knees, rising higher and higher until it reaches his head and then he’s fully submerged, floating in a gooey, imagined embrace. That happens around the thirty-minute mark.

               Buck, the lightweight, was giddy after his first bite. His only bite.

               “What the hell did we just watch, Eds?” He’s laughing. His fingers lazily ghost the hairs at Eddie’s nape as he speaks. “Seriously? I know we’re stoned but that felt like an acid trip.”

               Eddie rolls his eyes at him. “No it didn’t.”

               “Did too.”

               “Shut up.”

               The credits end and the video skips onto the next in the playlist; the second episode begins despite Buck’s giggled, stilted review of the first drowning it out.

               Eddie pauses the video. “Are you gonna watch the show, or do you want to keep talking over it?”

               Buck’s lips twitch and tremble against his smile while he schools his features into a heavy caricature of seriousness to apologize. Laughter hiccups from him regardless and, though he tries clearing his throat to hide it, Eddie notices. “Sorry, sorry,” he repeats. “I just… I’m still trying to wrap my head around what we saw.”

               “What are you hung up on?”

               “…Everything?”

               “Buck…”

               “Okay, okay – I guess the whole… dueling thing threw me. Where did the arena come from? The upside-down castle?”

               “They’re just there.”

               “And everyone’s cool with fighting there? With swords?”

               “They have to. It’s part of the Contest for the Rose Bride.”

               “That’s another thing! How is everyone so cool with a contest where the winner practically ‘owns’ this poor girl? I mean, even those other kids saw how badly that green-haired douche was treating her, and they let it happen because ‘he won’. What was that?”

               Eddie sighs. “It sucks, but those are the rules. Whoever’s engaged to the Rose Bride can do what they want, and in return – at the right time – the Rose Bride will grant her betrothed the power to revolutionize the world.” Buck almost protests but Eddie cuts him off. “This was only the first episode. If we keep watching, they get into it – deconstruct it a bit, by way of the main character.”

               “Is the sword the power they’re all fighting for?”

               “No, the sword’s just a sword.”

               “That happens to live inside a girl?”

               “Yes.”

               “Then what are they all fighting for?”

               “Buck!”

               Buck pouts at Eddie. It curbs the frustration bubbling beneath his surface, that threatened to kill his buzz. Eddie breathes deep and releases his jittery tension in a long exhale. Finished, he sags deeper into the couch as he casts a dull, half-lidded stare across where Buck had fully sprawled atop its cushions and the nearby coffee table.

               “Do you want me to put something else on?” he asks. “Because if you’re not interested, I can.”

               “No, no. I’m interested. I wouldn’t be asking this many questions if I wasn’t interested.”

               “Promise?”

               He nods. “Yeah, you can start it up again. I’ll stay quiet.”

               “You sure?”

               “Positive.”

               Eddie presses play, the screen unfreezes, and the episode continues.

Eddie has been watching Buck rather than the show for the past few minutes, more interested in how the television’s fuzzy glow softens the edges of Buck’s rapt attraction to the story. He looks younger in its light. Stubble hidden; eyes wider. Eddie could tell him to close his mouth, to keep bugs from flying inside it, but he can’t navigate his thoughts around the roadblock that is Buck’s adorableness to form a coherent sentence let alone gather the strength and shatter the enchanting silence by speaking.

               True to his word, Buck hadn’t made a peep during the entire episode. Why must Eddie?

               Why must Eddie look at Buck and, without meaning to, ask, “You really like it?”

               Buck holds a finger to shush him, his eyes trained on the screen. Eddie fumbles for the remote and stops it midway through the obligatory dueling scene.

               “Eddie!”

               “You like it?”

               Buck meets his gaze and blinks. “Uh,” he runs his tongue over his top lip, his bottom lip, his top lip again. “Yeah. I thought I told you that I was…”

               “Interested? I know,” Eddie shrugs. “You could’ve been saying it to say it, though.”

               “Why would I do that?”

               “You wouldn’t be the first.”

               Eddie realizes it’s the worst thing to have said because now Buck has forgotten the show and misplaced all his attention onto Eddie. Half his face is lost in shadow. The half Eddie can see he doesn’t like. The softness is tinged with sorrow, his parted lips turned down, and Buck’s eye had sharpened to better pierce him. Like it might probe all Eddie’s memories, every moment he shared an interest, let someone in, every attempt which ended in failure as they thought it, thought him, too weird to make an effort, until he stopped sharing those parts of himself, with one, mighty jab.

               Not that it was remotely possible Buck could know all that from a single look...

               …Right?

               “Eddie,” Buck says. “I’d never lie to you about liking something. If I did, you’d still be a lousy cook.”

               “Oh. Right.”

               He’s not sure how to proceed, so Eddie decides his most prudent course of action is to pretend this hadn’t happened and resume watching the show. Except the remote had somehow ended up in Buck’s hands. Dammit.

               “Does this show really mean a lot to you?”

               “A lot?” Eddie doesn’t remember communicating ever being this hard. Was it the weed, or the conversation topic? His tongue sits awkwardly inside his mouth as he talks. “I like it, yeah. Have ever since I was a kid.”

               “You watched this as a kid?”

               “It was one of my favorite shows,” he says. “I… watched a lot of anime growing up.”

               “You like anime? How do I not know this about you?”

               “You like anime?” Eddie parrots Buck’s question back at him instead of answering.

               “I… didn’t watch much television as a kid,” Buck admits. “My folks thought most cartoons airing back then would only make me dumber, so they limited what I watched. But I remember seeing a few episodes of Dragon Ball Z, when I’d hang out at a friend’s house sometimes.”

               “I watched that. I wasn’t as obsessed with it like all the other kids at school were.”

               “Why not?”

               “I don’t know… it just felt long. And there was a lot of fighting.”

               “There’s fighting in this.”

               “Yeah, there is.”

               “What about this show’s different?”

               Eddie looks at the screen, at where Utena is locked in battle with Saionji during their rematch. Utena winces while Saionji bears down on her. As he studies the screen Eddie reflects on why he’s so fond of this anime over so many that he’s seen. When he reaches a conclusion, he glances back at Buck, finds him waiting, and chooses to share.

               “I guess I liked the main girl’s whole deal.”

               “What do you mean?”

               “She’s this girl. And everyone has expectations about how she’s supposed to act, like they’re trying to box her in. Yet she doesn’t stand for any of that crap. She looks the world in the eye and says, ‘this is who I am. I won’t stop being who I am because it makes you uncomfortable’. It’s… it was inspiring, back then.” For a boy who always felt like the shoes he wore were bigger than they were supposed to be. Who was boxed in by the world from the very beginning, but who couldn’t stand as tall as her. Who can’t.

               “I’d say it’s pretty inspiring now, too,” Buck whispers.

               “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is.”

               Buck taps the remote against his thigh arrhythmically. “So you saw a lot of yourself in Utena?”

               A prickling warmth creeps up Eddie’s face. “I guess.”

               “Cool.”

               He holds the remote out for Eddie to take.

               Eddie grabs it, but he doesn’t press play yet. He’s on the right side of being stoned that this next admission wouldn’t hurt like it should. Eddie can talk about it like he would the weather or how the Lakers played in their last game. He doesn’t waste the opportunity. “I wanted to watch this with Christopher.”

               “You – you did?”

               Buck recognizes the gravity imbued within his speech, even in his inebriated state, and pulls closer to Eddie’s orbit to listen.

               “Yeah.” And Eddie’s glad Buck is here, that he brought the weed-infused cookie. “I wanted to share it with him, show him a part of my childhood.”

               “What were you waiting for?”

               “For him to get older,” Eddie chuckles. “But I guess I waited a little too long, huh?”

               “There’ll still be time, Eds.”

               The most wonderful thing is that Eddie can watch the twinkle in Buck’s eye as he says that, and knows he means it from the very core of his being. Makes Eddie briefly believe it himself.

               “Yeah. Yeah, there will be.”

They resumed the episode. At the end, as the credits began to roll, and a vocalist sang the closing theme in a language neither understood as the dub declined including subtitles for the music, Buck asks Eddie who he thinks Buck is like in this fantastical world, if Eddie is Utena. “Am I the friend? Waka – something?”

               Wakaba? Eddie does not think so. She always reminded him of Shannon.

               But Buck… “You’re more like Anthy.”

               “Anthy?” Buck blinks at him. “You mean the girl everyone’s fighting over?”

               “Yeah.”

               “Why?”

               Eddie cannot parse through the vast number of reasons swirlimg around his fogged mind, so he shrugs and cops out by telling Buck, “If you watched the show, it’d be obvious.”

               “I am! It’s not my fault we’re only on episode two!”

               “Then we need to watch more.”

               Buck groans, but he’s also flashing Eddie that special, private smile he has whenever they’re alone together that leaves him breathless. He blames it, and the resultant oxygen deprivation, on what he does next.

               Eddie lays his hand flat over Buck’s heart. It thump-thump-thumps beneath Eddie’s palm at a slow, deliberate pace.

               “What are you doing?”

               “Trying to pull a sword from your chest.”

               Except that’s not quite true. As his one hand rests there, both men wholly consumed by the comfort in their contact, Eddie’s other hand slithers towards Buck’s neck and scrapes its blunt nails across a patch of skin forcing Buck to yelp, jump, and draw his shoulders high as he could to shield himself from another strike.

               “Did you just tickle me?”

               Eddie’s laughing. He gloats, “Yeah. I did.”

               “Oh. Oh, it’s on.”

               They miss the entirety of the third episode because of their tickle war. Eddie’s body aches worse than after suffering through Gerard’s tortuous drills he forces on them ever since returning to lord over the 118, and while he might have been tossed onto the floor by Buck’s long, flailing legs sweeping him off the couch, Eddie does not care. He feels too much like a kid to care about those sorts of things.

               Not the kid he was. The kid he never got to be.

               Eddie stares up at Buck, his back groaning in protest, chest heaving with every breath, face flushed and sweaty, and thanks him. “For tonight.”

               Buck nods. “Thank you. For this.”

               He must mean the show, for letting Buck view a part of himself Eddie hadn’t revealed in years, trusting him with this knowledge… because any other reason Eddie might suspect has to be imagined, brought on by the drugs roiling inside.

               Buck helps Eddie back onto the couch and once they have made themselves comfortable, pressed against each other, not an inch of space between them, the two boys restart the episode.