#something about the 118 all together is so... soft

[lives-in-midgard]

Giving it back to you

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Summary: After Eddie forgot something at your place you decide to drive to the 118 to bring it back to him even though his friends haven't met you yet.

Word Count: 880

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first Eddie Diaz fanfic, I hope you enjoy it.

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It was early in the morning when you were woken up by Eddie giving you a kiss on the cheek. You and Eddie have been dating for a few weeks now and are really happy together. Yesterday Eddie came to your apartment after work and surprised you while Buck was taking care of Christopher. You haven’t met his friends or Chris yet, but Eddie told you that he plans for you to meet them soon.

You and Eddie stayed in bed cuddling for a few more minutes until his timer went off. You let out a groan and he chuckled.

“I’m sorry, mi amor, but I have to get up now.” Eddie said while gently drawing circles on your back.

“Just five more minutes, please.” You said, he smiled at you and pulled you closer to him. After five minutes you understood that he really had to go now, even though you were sad that he was leaving. When he stood at your apartment door, you hugged him one more time and Eddie pulled you into a soft kiss.

“Do we see us after your shift?” You asked while holding his hand.

“Of course.” He said with a smile.

“Be safe.” You told him before he left the apartment. When Eddie leaves or when you know he is at work you’re always so worried about him, even though he has told you that he will always take good care of himself.

There was still time before you had to go to work, so you took a shower, had breakfast and then you decided to watch something on the TV in your room. As you entered your room, you noticed something laying on the floor. It looked like one of your necklaces, but when you got closer you saw that it was Eddie’s St. Christopher medallion. You picked it up from the floor and held it in your hand, looking at it with a smile. When a thought suddenly popped into your mind. It means so much to Eddie and he's probably looking for it. You put your shoes on and decided to drive to the station and bring it back to Eddie.

After a short drive you parked your car outside of the 118. You were nervous because you have never been there before and never even met the others. Even though you already know a lot about them based on the stories Eddie told you. When you walked into the station you noticed that the fire truck is here which means Eddie should be here as well. You couldn’t see him, but when you walked further into the station you saw a young, friendly looking guy walking towards you.

“Hey, can I help you?”

“I’m looking for Eddie Diaz.” You said nervously.

“He's upstairs, you can come with me.” He said and walked over to the stairs.

When you reached the top of the stairs you followed him into the kitchen where everyone was. You looked around and saw Eddie talking to someone. You noticed the guy he was talking to, it’s Buck.

“Eddie here is someone for you.” He said, Eddie turned around and was surprised when he saw you.

“Mi amor, you okay?” Eddie asked in a worried tone as he walked closer to you. You could see that the others were confused at first but then started to smile.

“Yeah, I’m okay, Eddie.” You said and Eddie reached for your hand.

“I found something in my apartment and because I know how much it means to you I thought I'd quickly bring it back to you before I go to work.” You explained, opened your bag and pulled out his St. Christopher medallion. You handed it to Eddie, who began to smile.

“Thank you. I was already looking for it.” He said and you smiled at him. He wanted to pull you into a kiss, but when you remembered that all his friends were here you started to blush.

“Oh, who do we have here.” one of Eddie's colleagues said as he entered the room.

“Chim, this is Y/N my girlfriend.” Eddie announced and then began introducing you to all of his colleagues and friends.

“And you must be Buck.” You said and he chuckled.

“Yeah that’s me.”

“It’s great to finally meet you, Eddie has told me a lot about you.”

“I hope only good things.” Buck said and everyone started to chuckle.

“Of course, don’t worry.” You giggled and then looked at the clock.

“It was really nice meeting you all, but I have to go to work now.” You told the others and then looked back at Eddie. They all understood and before saying goodbye you all agreed that you would meet again soon. Eddie walked downstairs with you and when you reached your car, he finally kissed you again.

“I know you didn't want me to meet your friends like this, but when I found your St. Christopher medallion I had to bring it to you.”

“It’s okay, you don’t need to worry. Actually, I’m really glad you came here today.” He said and pulled you into a hug. When you pulled away, you smiled at each other and said goodbye to each other.

[semperama]

for the kissing meme: buck/eddie, 24.

-as a reward

Buck makes it all the way back to his loft before he breaks and texts Eddie.

Don’t do it, man, he says. Don’t let them get to you.

Sure, Eddie’s been getting nothing but shit from the entire 118 since he came back from Texas sporting a mustache. And sure, Buck has joined in on the teasing—he had to, even if he felt like he needed to have his fingers crossed behind his back the entire time. But after Eddie laughed off today’s latest round of 70s porn star jokes and promised he’d come in for his next shift clean-shaven, Buck felt—something a lot like panic. Churning stomach, shaking hands. When Eddie said goodbye in the locker room, thumping Buck on the shoulder, Buck almost reached out to stop him, reached to run his thumb across his upper lip, because—no. No.

I knew you didn’t hate it, Eddie texts back a couple minutes later. And Buck groans, even though he’s not shocked something gave him away—the flush in his cheeks or the way he laughed a little too loud at everyone else’s Freddie Mercury jokes or the way he couldn’t stop looking.

Come on. You know we all have to get on your case. But you should keep it.

The time has come, Buck. You’ll live.

And sure, Buck gets it. It was a—a crisis mustache, or whatever. A temporary change, and now that Christopher’s back and everyone’s together and everything is good, why does he still need it? But Buck just—he can’t explain it, can’t examine it, but it feels like he’ll be losing something if Eddie loses the facial hair. It feels like someone scooping up the last bite of a dessert he never got to try, or learning he missed the window on a museum exhibit he really wanted to see.

Please? Buck types it out and sends it before he can think too hard about it. Please. For me?

Eddie doesn’t respond to that. Ten minutes go by, then twenty. He probably got in the shower, probably is shaving it off right now, all that dark hair swirling down the drain. Tomorrow Buck will go over for dinner and video games with Chris, and Eddie will look…normal. Everything will be back to normal. Why does that feel like something Buck can’t handle, doesn’t want?

He’s halfway through prepping dinner, forcing himself to go through the motions so he’ll stop feeling shaky and fragile inside, when someone knocks at his door. He wipes his hands off, frowning, and goes to the door, and—it’s Eddie.

It’s Eddie, with a mustache.

“’For me?’” Eddie says.

Buck should feel ashamed, hearing his frankly unhinged message parroted back to him, but he’s too busy sighing with relief and—reaching, reaching out like he wanted to before, his palm cradling Eddie’s jaw and his thumb swiping across the hair at the corner of Eddie’s mouth. It’s better than he thought it would be, a little spiky at the ends but…soft too. Soft enough he wants to rub his lips against it.

So he does.

“Buck,” Eddie says, amused, his lips brushing Buck’s, the mustache tickling his skin. It’s not quite a kiss, not yet, but—it could be. It will be, soon.

“Shut up,” Buck says, heat flooding his face. Then, “Thank you.” And then he tips his head down a little and presses his mouth to Eddie’s in earnest, tonguing his top lip and groaning at the prickle, the newness, just what he wanted, what he asked for.

Eddie wraps an arm around his waist, iron band of muscle, and walks him backward into the loft, lets the door fall shut. “For you,” he murmurs against Buck’s mouth.

Buck moves his head left to right, lets the hair rasp across his cheek, his mouth, his chin. He licks again, kisses again, wants to burrow in and stay. “Thank you,” he says again. It’s silly. Stupid. But Eddie did this for him, and now Buck wants to give him everything, anything.

“Buck,” Eddie says, all fondness and gravel. “Just kiss me.”

He doesn’t need to be asked twice.

[talktonytome]

all the little pieces of you

for day 1 of bucktommy positivity week

They had just finished a workout at the gym and Buck’s waiting on the bench, while Tommy's refilling their water bottles, which… is taking longer than normal. He cranes his neck toward the water fountain and finds a tall, attractive woman talking to Tommy, reaching a hand out to touch his arm. He watches as Tommy frowns and backs away politely, then says something and points at Buck. The woman's face falls and Buck chuckles- he almost feels bad for her. Hello, have you seen his boyfriend?

"What was that about?" Bucks asks when Tommy makes it back to him. He stands up from the bench to collects their belongings.

"Oh you know," Tommy shrugs, handing a bottle to Buck.

"She was flirting with you, wasn't she?"

"Well- yeah, but I told her I was here with my boyfriend."

"I can't say I blame her for trying," Buck grins. "My boyfriend's a hottie."

Tommy laughs, shaking his head and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him toward the exit. They're both sweaty and hot, but neither seem to care. Buck might feel a little smug when they walk by the woman on their way out of the gym.

That's the thing about Tommy. Every time they go out, it never fails that someone will flirt with him, ogle him, ask him for help with something, offer things "on the house"- really nothing short of someone handing him their baby like he's the pope or something. You'd think Buck would feel jealous and okay, maybe he does but--

He also feels an overwhelming sense of pride and affection at the fact that other people, strangers, can see how great Tommy is. They might not know him the way Buck does, but they know there's just something about him that has them vying for any sort of attention.

So, he's content with letting the harmless old ladies enlist Tommy for help crossing the street (holding on rather tightly to his arm, might he add), he laughs when baristas stumble over their words when Tommy orders their coffees, and his heart swells when the 118 argues over who gets to hang out with Tommy next.

When it's just them, he loves the way Tommy looks at him all soft and starry-eyed over the rim of his coffee cup in the morning, while Buck cooks breakfast. He loves that little shiver he elicits when he presses up behind Tommy and kisses the nape of his neck when he's washing dishes or bent over the hood, working on his car.

He loves that he can just drop everything when he walks through the door after having a shit day, and Tommy's there waiting with open arms. He loves their movie nights, and hosting get-togethers for their friends, lazy mornings in bed and he even loves the mundane little things, like doing laundry together, or the way putting away their groceries takes more time than it should because Buck decides it's insanely hot how Tommy labels their produce drawers, and he just has to do something about it.

He loves their sick days, their gloomy days, the bright noisy days, and all the ones in between. But most of all?

He loves the way Tommy feels like home.

@bucktommypositivityweek

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hii can I request where the reader and Buck broke up but they make up smut

Evan "Buck" Buckley x fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) hurt/comfort

You stared at the photo on your phone of you and Buck, one of the many that you couldn't get yourself to get rid of. You always found it pretty easy to move on from breakups, but you would have been lying if you had said that this one wasn't absolutely painful. Not only was your relationship with Buck the longest one you ever had, but you loved him. You loved him, something you didn't think you'd ever be able to feel in a romantic sense.

Your heart ached as you kept looking at it. You, Buck, and the rest of the 118 had gone to the fair and Buck had won you a stuffed animal that you were holding up with a bright smile on your face. And your favorite thing about it was that he wasn't even looking at the camera. He was staring at you as if you had hung the moon and it had easily become your favorite picture of the two of you. You had loved it to much that it had become the background on all of your devices.

And you still hadn't gotten yourself to change it, because if you had, that would have meant that the breakup was real and you just didn't want to believe it. You missed him and now you had no one to talk to about it since Buck's friends had been yours.

There was a knock on your door and you quickly locked your phone before tossing it onto the couch, making sure to wipe the tears that had fallen. You didn't want whoever was on the other side of the door to see that you had been crying.

What you didn't expecting to see when you opened the door was Buck. He was there, looking like something that walked straight out of your dreams. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, his hair was an absolute mess, and you could see some stubble along the bottom half of his face.

"Buck-" you breathed.

"I think we made a mistake," he said, also seemingly out of breath. Had he run there?

"A mistake?"

"Yes. I shouldn't have let you go. I've missed you the moment we ended things. I miss going to sleep with you every night and waking up with every morning. I-I miss you so fucking much and if you'd have me back-" you cut him off by grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him inside. You then pushed him up against the closed door, pressing your lips to his in a messy kiss that he was quick to return.

He hummed against your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you as close to him as possible. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you let him inside, moaning as it swirled around your mouth, already feeling yourself getting wet.

Buck pushed off of the door and backed you up until you hit the couch, your clothes being discarded in the process. Things were escalating quickly, but you didn't even care. You had Buck back. You had missed him, you had missed his body against yours.

You laid flat on the couch and Buck hovered over you, so close to inserting himself, but he stopped before he could reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants that were right next to the couch but came up with nothing.

"I don't have a condom."

"I don't care if you don't."

"Just this once," he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Only because I need you really bad." The last two words came out so needy and whiny and you were convinced that was the hottest he ever sounded.

Buck finally got inside you and the two of you had found a rhythm, almost as if no time had passed since the last time you had slept together. His hands found yours and he intertwined your fingers as he thrusted in and out of you. It was more slow than usual, but he wanted to enjoy it, wanted to take his time celebrating that the two of you were together.

"So good," you moaned underneath him, not even aware of how much you had missed being connected in that way until he had been inside you again.

His thrusts picked up but not by much, still wanting to make this soft and sweet. He wanted to make love to you this time. Wanted to show you how much he had loved you, how much he had missed you.

He watched your eyes glazing over, signaling that you were already getting close. That had to have been a record of some sort for sure. He had thought he had been rusty since he hadn't slept with anyone since your breakup, but clearly he wasn't since he was still able to make you come so quickly.

"Buck, I think I'm gonna-" your words were cut off by your orgasm hitting you, your back arching in pleasure in reaction. You let out a scream and Buck was quick to pull out before placing himself on top of you.

"Still take me so well, hm?" He murmured against your forehead before pressing a kiss to it. He then slipped his hands underneath your back and flipped the both of you over so it was his back that was against the couch.

"Now you're on top," he said. "Rock my world, baby."

You spent the rest of the morning on that couch, spending multiple hours having make up sex, trying to make up for lost time in the week you had been broken up. And with the way you were able to pick up where you left off, it was as if no time had been lost at all. Maybe the two of you really were just meant to be.

[buddierecs]

jealous!eddie diaz buddie fics

all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

hold the line (to my heart) by: erotes "eddie diaz is not jealous. it is entirely normal to be annoyed that his best friend is busy flirting in the middle of a crisis. obviously." word count: 7k important tags: 911 lone star characters, oblivous!eddie diaz, getting together counting pulses by: tinyydancerr "eddie diaz’s life is going great. he’s in therapy, he’s got a great girlfriend, a great kid, his friend is getting married to the woman of his dreams, and his best friend just came out to him. now his best friend is dating their new friend. things are going great. he promises." word count: 63k important tags: buck/tommy, eddie diaz has ocd, catholic guilt, pining, buckley-diaz family, co-parenting, slow burn hey now, hey now by: fallingthorns "after returning to the 118, eddie becomes a full-time paramedic and ravi becomes buck's partner. eddie absolutely doesn't feel anything about that, not at all." word count: 10k important tags: 5+1 things, fluff, pining, humour, getting together, love confessions i used to call you my best friend (way back before you were my everything) by: snowyroads "in which eddie is so in love with his best friend but that’s totally normal. oh, and hen’s tired of his shit." word count: 5.3k important tags: sexuality crisis, pining, fluff, getting together, sexual tension my heart aches with love for you by: farfromthstars "eddie and marisol run into buck and tommy on a date. eddie is not jealous." word count: 1.7k important tags: feelings realisation, pre-relationship, pining advice wanted by: cairparavels "eddie diaz takes to reddit to figure out why he hates his best friend’s new boyfriend so much." word count: 8k important tags: social media, reddit, misunderstandings, tommy kinard bashing, idiots in love, fluff, angst, humour, mutual pining, getting together good luck, babe by: hattalove "sometimes, when you've had a bad week, all you want is a romantic evening out with your wife over terrible pizza, and what you get instead is some kind of intricate gay ritual happening two tables away from you." word count: 2.1k important tags: outsider pov, social media, twitter you're the one by: smilingbuckley "chimney pretends to be buck’s boyfriend to get a guy to back off. eddie doesn't like it." word count: 2.5k important tags: crack, fake dating, platonic kissing, pre-relationship, first kiss, love confessions, fluff, angst tryna find my way back to you (cause i'm needing a little bit of love) by: mumucow_xD "when buck joins the 126 team for a whole month and eddie didn't expect it to awake something in him" word count: 45k important tags: whump, minor angst, feelings realisation, drunken confessions pining from the passenger seat by: orphan_account "eddie pines from the passenger seat" word count: 5.4k important tags: pining, soft!buddie, getting together, first kiss baby i can ease the ache (let me give your heart a break) by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "buck wants to date natalia, eddie wants to die, chimney and maddie are very good at motivational speeches and buck is not as oblivious as people make him out to be." word count: 4.6k important tags: possessive!eddie diaz, first kiss, love confessions, getting together plus or minus by: elvensorceress "taylor is offered a job across the country and asks buck to go with her. buck has to figure out if he wants to start over or if he has a reason to stay right where he is." word count: 10k important tags: idiots in love, oblivious, getting together, soft!buddie, love confessions, mutual pining waiting on a distant feeling by: justhockey "five times eddie thought he was homophobic, and the one time he realised he was just jealous." word count: 5.9k important tags: 5+1 things, idiots in love, getting together, oblivious!eddie diaz, mutual pining, fluff, angst

[nateezfics]

111 + 118 + 126 + Jongho - 💋

111 — “just sit on my fucking face already.”

118 — “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

126 — “why’d you stop?” “because you sounded too fucking good and so i had like, a moment.”

smut/nsfw; oral (f receiving), face sitting, marking; mdni

sex wasn’t necessarily on your mind at first, but after soft kisses turned into a deep, needy make out on your boyfriend’s couch, things quickly escalated.

jongho’s lips traveled down the length of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. you whined above him and your fingers tangled into his hair just as he stopped to suck on a particularly sensitive part of your neck. he was undoubtedly intending to leave marks, something he loved to do when he had you like this. you whined, pushing him away until his mouth detached from your neck. “s-stop leaving marks on my neck. i have a presentation first thing in the morning.”

jongho gazed up at you, and from the way he smirked, it almost seemed like he didn’t even care about your presentation in the morning; like he wanted you to go up in front of everyone with his marks all over your skin. “then i get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?”

you huffed. “yes, just anywhere but my neck.” your skin prickled with anticipation as you thought about his mouth all over your skin. you were kissing him again a moment later, your mouths slotting together in a mess of teeth and tongue. clothes fell away rapidly until you were both bare and you were fully seated on his cock.

jongho sucked on the skin between your breasts just as his hands brought your hips down again, cock driving into your cunt in a way that had both of you releasing a string of curses. your chest was littered with his masks, a constellation of red and blue hues. he continued, lips sucking on every inch of skin he could reach while you bounced on his cock.

you were a complete mess already. with his mouth all over you and his cock stretching you wide, you were like a broken record, moans and cries falling from your mouth continuously. you felt too good to even attempt to keep quiet, and quickly you began to tumble towards your release until you felt his hands hold you in place, effectively ripping your orgasm out of your reach. “why’d you stop?”

he groaned into your chest, fingertips digging crescents into your flesh. “because you sounded too fucking good so i had like,” jongho paused and sucked in a breath, “a moment. and god, you’re so tight. i’m about to fucking bust, and i don’t wanna cum this soon.”

you laughed breathlessly while you raked your fingers through his hair. “am i affecting you that much, hm?”

jongho nodded. “god damn it, yes. now get up so i can lay on the floor. i want you to sit on my face. this way, i can make sure you get to cum before i take you on my cock again.”

you did as he said, though hesitantly. you were quick to miss the fullness of his cock, gazing upon it longingly as he situated himself on the carpeted floor. you straddled his waist. “are you sure? i mean, is the floor comfortable enough? we don’t have to —”

“just sit on my fucking face already.” his tone left no room for argument. you situated your thighs on either side of his head before sinking down. his tongue met with your clit and you moaned at the contact. his strong hands gripped your thighs and pulled your cunt further onto his face, leaving him little room to breathe, but he didn’t care. he lapped and sucked at your pussy like a man starved, and with his grip keeping you in place, you could only sit there and yield to the pleasure he gave you. “i’m gonna make you fall apart all over my face, and if you’re good, i’ll let you have my cock again.”

[megalony]

Try To Keep Up

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine, based on two requests I've merged together. I hope you will all like it, let me know what you think and I'm loving all the Tommy requests so far.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: When (Y/n) and Tommy get into a relationship, they're nervous about telling her twin, Evan. He is very protective over his family. And a little conflict leads to an accident at a game of basketball.

Enjoy.

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"Are you coming in?"

Biting down on her lower lip, (Y/n) looked up over her shoulder, locking her eyes on Tommy's frame.

She drank in his demanour and the way he was stood with his hands in his pockets and his shoulders slightly hunched up. He had his head tilted to one side, a quirky smile on his lips and a softness in his eyes that looked like they were about to melt. Something about the calm, serene vibe Tommy gave off contrasting with his bulky towering frame had shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s arms and down her spine.

"Is that okay?" He didn't want to push things or move too fast if that wasn't what (Y/n) wanted. Tommy didn't want her to think that she had to invite him in. If she wanted to call it a night he would respect that and head home without a second thought.

"Come on," (Y/n) pushed the door open and reached out for Tommy's hand, guiding him inside.

He'd never been into her and Evan's apartment before. He knew where they lived, he picked Evan up a few times when they were heading out somewhere with the team or out for a quiz night with Eddie. And more recently, Tommy had been round to pick (Y/n) up or drop her off, but he had never been inside.

He felt himself focusing on the way she glided her thumb across the back of his hand as if it was a nervous habit or a calming mechanism. Her boots clicked against the laminate floor until she kicked them off and it made Tommy smile when she dropped down a few inches in height once her bare feet were on the floor. She didn't have her brother's height.

Their hands stayed tangled together as (Y/n) guided Tommy down the hall and towards the kitchen table where she slung her bag down from her shoulder.

"Nice place," Tommy murmured quietly while he took a few seconds to look around.

Knowing both twins, he couldn't really imagine their home being very organised. Evan seemed the type to have organised chaos going on. Whereas (Y/n) seemed a fluffy mix between organised and disorganised all rolled into one.

But their apartment looked lovely. The colour scheme was black and white with the odd splash of grey and while (Y/n) wandered over to the fridge, Tommy looked up towards the stairs.

There were a few pictures lining the wall going up the stairs.

"Want a drink?"

"Sure,"

Tommy moved closer to the bannister so he could look at the pictures properly. There was one of Evan, looking to be in his teens, with (Y/n) clinging to his back. Her arms were around his neck and their faces were pressed together side by side with matching, widespread grins that gave away the fact that they were twins.

The next picture was a little blurry from the distance, but Tommy could make out a few familiar faces. It was the 118 team at some sort of party.

And when Tommy turned to look at the picture frames on the units leading into the living room, he smiled. There was a picture of Evan and Chris, both huddled together, laughing as they hugged a teddy that reminded Tommy of something people won at the fairground.

A shudder ran down his spine when he felt a glass bottle press against his arm, dragging his attention away from the pictures and down to the girl beside him. He smiled fondly when (Y/n) leaned her cheek against his arm and looked at the photos which had caught his attention.

"You like them?" She asked quietly while she handed a bottle over to Tommy and turned her head so she could press a delicate kiss to his exposed shoulder.

"I do; how old were you in that one?" He pointed up to the first picture on the wall and (Y/n) grinned.

"Eighteen, I think. We'd just started college."

When (Y/n) led the way towards the living room, Tommy turned and followed after her. He took a sip of his beer and looked around the few other picture frames scattered around the units. He didn't have to ask to know which twin had been the one to put all the pictures out. They were all pictures (Y/n) had chosen and printed to put around the apartment.

If it had been up to Evan, there would only be one or two pictures, but (Y/n) couldn't do that. They had grown up in a house with virtually no photos and had later learned the reason for that.

This was their home and it was a place of love and comfort. They needed pictures to show off their family and the bonds they had with the people around them.

Placing her drink down on the coffee table, (Y/n) leaned over and turned the lamp on before she headed over to the sofa and sank down. She curled her legs up beneath her while her eyes followed Tommy as he moved to sit down next to her.

He seemed to try and be respectful, keeping a small membrane of space between them. Until (Y/n) shuffled over so her knees bumped into his thigh and leaned her cheek against the back of the sofa.

"So, is Evan at work?"

Tommy brought one knee up to rest on the sofa while he shifted his body so he was facing (Y/n). He leaned his head on his left hand with his elbow on the back of the sofa while his other fingers strummed out a beat against the bottle in his hand that was starting to drip with condensation.

"He's out at Eddie's tonight." (Y/n) was sure she remembered him telling her he was staying out with Eddie tonight. That was the reason (Y/n) had no problem with Tommy coming into the apartment, because her brother wouldn't be hanging around the corner or up in his room.

(Y/n) nuzzled her face into the back of the sofa and dared to reach her hand out and drag her fingertips up and down Tommy's arm that was resting on his thigh. She could see his eyes following her movements and when she looked up, she realised he was smiling at her.

Her fingertips trailed across his arm and along his shoulder until she could curl her hand around the side of Tommy's neck. His brows arched but (Y/n) didn't bother to panic or focus on the change in his expression.

She leaned forward until she was close to falling on his chest, balancing on her knees as she kissed him.

Most of their kisses had been initiated by Tommy thus far. She let him take the lead because it felt safer to follow him and see where he would take things. But this was different. (Y/n) wanted to kiss him and she didn't want to overthink and wait and panic until the moment disappeared.

Tommy lifted his head up off his hand and pushed forward to meet her halfway, trying not to smile when (Y/n)'s chest slumped down against his as she leaned further forward on her knees.

He reached his hand out to the right and tapped the beer bottle until he heard it clink safely against the coffee table, leaving his hands now free to move.

His left hand curled over (Y/n)'s knee but he moved both hands to hold her hips when she leaned closer. He shuffled back until his back was pressed up into the sofa and his breath caught when he felt (Y/n)'s hands move to his shoulders.

He could feel the hesitation in her movements. She wanted to move but it was as if she wanted his permission or reassurance to go ahead.

Slipping his hands down, Tommy cupped the back of her thighs and pushed his chin into hers, parting for a split second to suck in a deep breath.

(Y/n) took the leap and hooked her left leg over Tommy's leg and sat down on his lap with her knees pressing into his hips. She felt his fingers dig into the back of her thighs and when his tongue pushed past her lips, she gasped for air, desperate not to part from him for longer than necessary.

Her fingers dug down into his shoulders as she leaned her head to the side to get a better taste of his lips. She could feel the beer transferring from his tongue onto hers and the start of his stubble tickled her chin and made her lean closer, desperate for the friction.

It felt like her mind was short-circuiting when Tommy pulled back enough so the tip of their noses were touching and they could both take deep breaths, sending dots flashing before (Y/n)'s eyes. But her chest sparked and her stomach flooded with bursts of adrenaline when Tommy tilted his head down and kissed her bottom lip.

It was just a small, fleeting touch, barely there before it was gone. Then he did it again, and again before his teeth nipped at her lower lip and gave a small tug as if testing the waters between them.

The feeling made (Y/n)'s body jolt and she pushed forward, gluing her chest into his as her hips rolled forward onto Tommy's.

The roll of her hips made Tommy groan and sink his teeth down sharper into her lip and his hands glided up from her thighs to cup her bum. He held her in place against him, opening his hooded, blown eyes to stare up at her through his lashes. Keeping her pinned against his chest so she didn't roll her hips like that again. He wouldn't have much control left if she did that again.

Trailing her hands down, (Y/n) skimmed her fingertips down Tommy's shoulders and down to the hem of his shirt. She gave a small tug, pulling his shirt free from his jeans and when Tommy let go of her lip but didn't move, she gave another pull and dragged his shirt up. It scrunched around the middle of his chest and (Y/n) felt the way he shivered and sucked in a shallow breath when her fingertips dragged along his abdomen and up his sternum.

Her administrations stopped when Tommy moved one hand up to cup her wrist. He tilted his head back against the sofa so he was staring up at her and with the burnt orange glow from the lamp, it case a beautiful halo around her.

"We don't have to."

He was sweet.

The tenderness in his otherwise gritty voice made (Y/n)'s heart add in a few extra beats and she smiled.

Tommy didn't want to push her or for (Y/n) to think she had to do anything if she didn't want to. But Tommy wasn't making her do anything; (Y/n) wanted this and his reassurance only made her heart weaker for him than it already was.

(Y/n) dragged her fingertips up Tommy's chest until his shirt was scrunched beneath his neck. He unhooked his hands from her body so (Y/n) could whip the shirt over his head and off his arms, tossing it somewhere behind her near the armchair.

When she realised his eyes were closed, she cupped his chin and dragged her thumb down his lower lip until Tommy opened his eyes and looked up at her through his lashes.

"I want this… I want you."

(Y/n) gasped when a guttural "Oh God," groaned past Tommy's lips and he wormed an arm around her back. His palm pressed flat between her shoulder blades and as swift as anything, he flipped them over.

Her hands went back to clinging to his bare shoulders and she gasped when he spun them round and laid (Y/n) down flat on her back on the sofa.

She lifted her hips and hooked her legs around Tommy's hips when he laid between her legs with his abdomen pushing down on hers. And she felt his hand move to cup the back of her neck, tilting her head back so her lips were level for Tommy to possess.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what to do with her hands so she kept them scrunched around Tommy's shoulders, feeling the way his muscles tensed and moved as he pressed down against her.

Stars floated in front of her eyes when Tommy pulled back and she took what air she could to stop her mind from short-circuiting.

When she felt Tommy's lips leave hers and attach to the side of her jaw, (Y/n) tilted her head back into his hand. Shivering when he dug his fingertips into her skin and moved his other hand to cup the back of her thigh while her heels dug into his hips.

She could feel all the air leaving her lungs and floating up to her head when Tommy's lips started making a trail down her jaw.

"Careful," Eddie leaned his head back and braced himself against the wall Evan had practically pushed him into.

When Evan moved to stand between his legs, the hazy, drunken smile on his face was enough to make Eddie see stars. He grinned as Even pressed their foreheads together and moved his hands to Eddie's shoulders, pushing his leather jacket down until it pooled on the floor just outside the bathroom door.

Reaching out, Eddie cupped Evan's neck and pushed up on his toes, stealing his lips in a kiss as he began to walk Evan back. He moved them away from the wall, grinning drunkenly into the kiss as Evan's hands found his hips and squeezed so tightly he was digging Eddie's belt into his skin.

Even in his drunk state, Evan had the apartment mapped out and he walked backwards with his eyes closed and his fingers trying to worm their way into Eddie's jeans.

Eddie stroked his thumb up and down the side of Evan's neck, taking a second to pull back for air before he swooped down and stole another kiss. And another.

His teeth grazed and punctured down into Evan's lower lip but he opened his eyes just to check they weren't about to crash into anything. He could feel the alcohol already sloshing around in his head making Eddie feel like he was swaying from side to side.

The last thing either of them needed was to crash into the unit or topple down into the coffee table.

But they didn't get further than the threshold of the living room before Eddie stopped in his tracks.

His fingers punctured into Evan's neck and he shifted one hand down to press his palm beneath Evan's shirt that was half unbuttoned already and hanging loosely off his shoulders. Eddie's chin pressed down on Evan's shoulder and he tried to take deep breaths to clear his foggy brain while his hand started to pat down on Evan's chest.

"What?"

"(Y/n)'s home."

Eddie clamped his teeth down on his lower lip as a sincere, apologetic look flooded his eyes as he looked across at the two people on the sofa they were unintentionally interrupting.

(Y/n)'s hands pressed down into Tommy's neck and she froze when she heard that familiar voice behind them. Her body went rigid as she wished this was just the alcohol playing tricks on them. She wished this was some sort of illusion or dream. But when she pressed her head back into the arm of the sofa and looked behind them, she shivered. Evan was home.

She looked back over at Tommy as his brows rose and his lips parted, but he couldn't find any words.

Evan didn't know about them.

They weren't going to tell him yet. Evan was understanding and loving and kind natured, but he was also protective. (Y/n) had explained to Tommy that her last relationship had been bad. It had been the only serious relationship she had been in and it had turned abusive.

She didn't want to tell Evan she was dating Tommy, not yet because she knew her twin would get worried. He would talk to Tommy and demand that he be careful and considerate and he would give him a lecture. And it wouldn't go down well because Tommy was Evan and Eddie's friend first.

Evan might feel like he was being pushed out or that he couldn't get close to Tommy if he was dating (Y/n).

"What are you doing?"

Those were the first words that fell past Evan's lips and they could all tell he was talking to Tommy, directly.

What are you doing with my sister?!

Was the silent message hidden in Evan's words as one hand stayed wedged up against Eddie's hip and the other hand curled into a fist at his side. Why was his new friend laid on his sofa, on top of his sister- his twin? What did he think he was doing?

"Hi Evan." Tommy pursed his lips, keeping a stoic, plain expression on his face as he took a glance around.

His left hand curled around the arm of the sofa just behind (Y/n)'s head and his right hand stayed on her hip. He had to keep himself balanced because if he dropped his weight down he would crush (Y/n) beneath him. But when he tried to push up on his knees, he felt (Y/n) gasp and deadlock her hands around his neck.

She pulled him back down until his chest bashed into hers and he realised with a wince that he had taken her shirt off earlier…and her bra.

(Y/n) snapped her eyes closed and slithered down until she was fully hidden beneath Tommy's broad frame. Her fingers began to tremble against his neck and she felt his hand give her hip a reassuring squeeze while he leaned down. His hand fumbled around on the floor until he found his shirt (Y/n) had stripped him of earlier.

When Tommy pulled up, (Y/n) let go of his neck and tried to smile as he dragged his shirt over her head. She was quick to slip her arms in and her stomach felt fuzzy when she realised how loose his shirt was on her and how it hung off her frame, almost three sizes too big.

Thank God she still had her underwear on. Thank God Tommy still had his boxers on.

Tommy pushed up and sank back on his heels, dragging his hand through his hair while (Y/n) pulled her legs from beneath his thighs. She swung herself round and sat up on the sofa, dragging the shirt down to her thighs before her bashful gaze landed on her brother.

"What are you doing?"

"Buck… I think it's obvious," Eddie moved his hand up to Evan's shoulder and leaned into his arm, but he winced when Evan slapped his hip.

"You said you'd be out tonight." (Y/n) couldn't hold her brother's gaze for long.

After a few seconds, she looked down at her bare thighs and leaned into Tommy's side when his hand reached down to clamp around her knee. She wouldn't have brought Tommy home if she knew Evan was going to bring Eddie back. He said he would be out tonight with Eddie, that usually meant Evan wouldn't be home until late the next day.

"And you said you were going out, so we came here."

"When do I stay out all night?" (Y/n) retaliated, but her tone was defeated and she let her head flop onto Tommy's shoulder who was staying very composed and calm.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going out with Tommy?" Evan waved his hand out towards Tommy who stared at him with a mixture of emotions in his eyes.

They weren't doing this to upset or aggravate Evan, they didn't want him to be annoyed that they were together. And they didn't want him to come home and find them in a compromising position like this. This was the last thing they would have wanted if they had a choice.

All of their wires had just gotten a little crossed tonight.

"Because you'd give him the third degree."

"I wouldn't-"

"Evan," (Y/n) groaned quietly and tilted her head to one side. They both knew he would.

It was written all over Eddie's face too. Eddie dragged his hand across his jaw, sharing a sorrowful look with (Y/n) before he moved his hand to cup the back of Evan's neck and leaned closer to him.

"Babe, you did go for her last boyfriend, and then you scared off that guy at the station who tried to ask her out-"

"He fucking attacked her that was different!" Evan wanted to pull away, but he couldn't find the will when both Eddie's hands cupped his face and tilted his head down so they were level again.

Eddie wasn't telling him off or trying to make him feel bad, he was rationalising. When Evan witnessed (Y/n)'s ex physically hurting her, he had stormed in and beaten him to a pulp. And a few months later when a friend at the station tried to ask (Y/n) out, Evan warned him off. He didn't want anyone going near his sister unless he knew and fully trusted them. It was the only way Evan knew how to keep his twin safe.

"Yes, but you would of said something to Tommy, and we all know it." Eddie's thumb brushed across the corner of Evan's mouth in a way that he knew would make Evan go weak at the knees and send his brain malfunctioning.

With her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, (Y/n) took Tommy's hand that was resting on her knee and entwined their fingers together before she stood up. She could see the confusion pooling in Tommy's eyes when she tugged him up from the sofa and began walking.

He wasn't sure what she was doing or where she was trying to take him when he was only in his boxers and she was wearing nothing but her underwear and his shirt that left little to the imagination.

"Night boys."

(Y/n) locked eyes with Eddie for a few seconds and she smiled softly when he patted her shoulder and nodded.

Tommy walked past both men with an uncertain look in his eyes and an apologetic smile on his lips meant for Evan. He didn't mean to cause a row or create problems between the siblings. But he let (Y/n) guide him to the stairs and his hands moved to hold her hips as he followed her up.

(Y/n) wasn't about to let Tommy go home. Not when things had been going in a great direction before her brother's untimely arrival. They were here first and Tommy was staying; they would just have to take things up to the bedroom instead.

"That's my sister- he's- he-" Evan pointed madly towards the stairs, desperate to follow them and drag Tommy back down before he could get into his sister's room. Into her bed. But he couldn't do very much with Eddie's hands still cupping his face and the kisses peppering the corner of his mouth which made Evan feel weak.

"Buck, leave it. They're happy, it's none of our business."

"But-"

"Come on, we'll go to my place."

***

Tilting his head to one side, Eddie looked across the court towards the car that had just pulled up. A grin slowly spread across his face and he reached out, patting his hand down on his boyfriend's shoulder to gain his attention before he pointed across.

Evan briefly looked over at Eddie on his right before he tried to see what he was pointing at.

The smile faded from his lips.

Tommy was here. And he'd brought (Y/n) along.

Why was Tommy bringing (Y/n) here? How did he get her to agree to come here? She never came to play basketball when Evan asked her, or even when Eddie asked nicely. She always turned them down. The one time she had tagged along, she had played referee and watched instead of joining in.

But here she was, Evan's best friend, his twin, the other half to his personality. Walking across the court wearing a pair of black biking shorts and a grey vest top that matched what Evan was wearing.

"Hey guys!" Eddie clapped his hand down on Tommy's shoulder and leaned over to give (Y/n) a hug. "How'd you get her here, she always says no to us."

He nudged his shoulder into Evan's arm, knocking his boyfriend out of his frozen stance as he looked between the pair of them.

"I have my ways." The way Tommy shrugged sent Evan's blood fizzling in his veins and when Tommy patted his shoulder, Evan tried not to cringe.

This was supposed to be their time to play and if anyone should have gotten (Y/n) to join in, it should have been Evan. They were twins, they were closer to each other than to anyone else in the world. He should have been able to get his twin to tag along and play a game with them.

It was Evan who got (Y/n) out of the apartment after everything that happened with her ex. It was him who walked her to work and to the shops and who made her feel comfortable and who calmed her down from her panic attacks when she thought she saw her ex hanging around street corners.

"What are the teams?" (Y/n) clasped her hands together behind her back and leaned up into Tommy's side.

Her eyes locked with her brother and they shared a silent look before something seemed to click in Evan's mind and he forced himself to smile.

"What about couples? You two go with Marc's team, we're with Chim." Eddie pointed behind him where the rest of the guys were splitting into equal teams and Chimney waved them over.

"Sounds good."

"You know you're gonna lose, right?"

Evan's words were so abrupt and out of the blue that (Y/n) took a step back. She couldn't work out whether he was talking to her or to Tommy. But her brother's expression was one to be fearful of.

His eyes were narrowed, his upper lip was curled in distaste and he had both hands on his hips with the basketball tucked under his left arm.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." With a sweet smile on her lips, (Y/n) stepped forward and knocked the basketball from his elbow and took off into a sprint towards Chimney. "Try to keep up, Evan."

If Evan wanted to get competitive, (Y/n) would match his attitude. She would go ten for ten with him on this and do her very best to beat him. They usually played on the same team, they were a well oiled machine together and they both hated losing.

Two could play at this game.

(Y/n) could feel the sweat glistening on her forehead and trickling down the back of her neck towards her vest.

She rolled her neck into place and straightened her shoulders to click her spine before she took a look around. The sun was beating down so hard that she could barely see properly, all the colours were blending together in front of her eyes and with everyone running around the court, it made it even harder.

She suddenly wished they were all wearing vests like they did back in school because it was getting hard to remember who was on her team and who wasn't.

Her hands held out in front of her and she nodded when Tommy spun on his back foot and looked her way.

As soon as the ball was in her hands, (Y/n) twisted her back towards Eddie and tried to speed up. She did her best to ignore the way her knees were aching and crying out and how her body felt like it was made of wax, melting down in the midday sun.

It wasn't hard to feel Eddie on her heels, trying to keep pace with her and prevent her from reaching the end of the court.

When she realised Eddie's arms were stretched out for her, just about to take the ball from her hands, (Y/n) pushed up. She went on her tiptoes and cracked the heel of her hand against the basketball, throwing it as hard as she could.

Her hands moved to her hips and she gasped to catch her breath back, but her eyes widened in their sockets and she felt a jolt of electricity roll down her spine when the ball went through the net.

She scored.

(Y/n) wasn't great at landing a goal unless it was on the basketball machines in the arcades. She only tossed the ball so Eddie wouldn't take it from her and to keep it on their side of the court.

"Yes!"

Clapping her hands together, (Y/n) tossed her arms up in the air and grinned, gasping when a pair of strong arms suddenly bolted around her waist.

She tilted her head back and reached a hand behind her to cup the back of Tommy's neck. Smiling breathlessly as he kissed her temple and gave her hips a squeeze.

"That's my girl."

(Y/n) turned her head to catch his lips in a proper kiss. Just a quick, fleeting touch that left them both breathless and seeing stars. Her nails scratched down the back of Tommy's neck, earning a quiet hiss in her ear before she turned to look behind her.

"I thought you were supposed to be good at this?" She quipped breathlessly, arching a brow when Eddie shook his head and locked his hands behind his head to catch a proper breath.

"Eddie come on."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and winced when she looked over at her brother. He wasn't happy. If he was calling Eddie by his name then that meant they were either going to have an argument or that Evan wasn't pleased. Much like (Y/n) had never heard Eddie call her brother by his name, even when arguing he stuck to calling him Buck, something (Y/n) couldn't bring herself to do.

Tommy kissed the back of (Y/n)'s head and gave her a lasting squeeze before he jogged over to the middle of the court and (Y/n) moved ahead while Eddie took the ball.

She could see that if her brother didn't win this game, he wasn't going to be speaking to any of them for a while.

After ten minutes of throwing the ball back and forth to each end of the court, (Y/n) found herself on the opposite end. Her eyes locked on Chimney who was dribbling the ball towards the middle of the court, Tommy and Marc hot on his heels with Eddie on the sidelines waiting to be passed the ball.

Moving forward, (Y/n) made a beeline towards Chimney but she could see her brother thinking the same thing, moving in the same direction.

They moved from opposite angles of the court and came together near the middle. If they were teens again, (Y/n) knew their elbows would have been nudging each other and they would have resorted to pushing each other out the way if they were on opposite teams.

"Chim pass the ball."

"Come on, I'm open."

"Pass it this way."

All the voices mixed together as both Eddie and Evan moved over to show they were free and able to take a psss.

While Marc and (Y/n) tried to move and block off any pass. (Y/n) got closer to her brother, trying to smile his way but she could see the look of concentration on his face. He was determined to win. Maybe a little too determined.

When Chimney turned to pass the ball, both (Y/n) and Evan lunged at the same time.

A scream burst past (Y/n)'s lips and her eyes began to water fiercely when when she felt her brother's elbow smash into her nose.

Both (Y/n)'s hands flapped out in front of her, unsure whether to reach out and cradle her nose or try and grab onto someone when she stumbled. She felt Evan stumble into her and his force knocked her off balance, sweeping her legs from beneath her.

The moment (Y/n)'s head collided with the floor, she felt stars dancing in front of her eyes as her brain switched off. All the voices on the court turned into static in her ears. Stars glistened in front of her eyes which she couldn't open from how badly they were watering and how strong the sun was as it shone down directly on her.

A round of trembling set in through her body while she barely managed to move her hands to cover her face.

"(Y/n)? Hey, are you with me?"

Going down on his knees, Tommy leaned down and gently held onto (Y/n)'s wrists that were trembling. He slowly pulled her hands away from her face and gripped her chin, tilting her head towards him to he could try and assess her.

"Can I sit you up, sweetheart?" He let go of her chin and wormed his hand around to hold the back of her neck instead.

His fingertips pressed into the base of her neck and he held her arm as he slowly hoisted her up so she was sitting up. He nodded when Chimney moved round to crouch on (Y/n)'s other side while Eddie tossed the ball off the court. He moved to hold onto Evan's shoulder who crouched down next to (Y/n)'s ankle, sorrow and panic splashed all across his face.

As soon as she was sat up, (Y/n) felt like someone had run her over with a truck.

Her bleary, watering eyes managed to open and barely had chance to look at Tommy's furrowed expression before she groaned. Her fingers curled shakily around Tommy's arm that was by her side as he continued to hold her head up.

But the smallest whimper left (Y/n)'s lips when her nose ached and her head felt like it had been pumped full of air.

Blood started to gush down her nose and she could feel the droplets pooling over her parted lips causing them to tingle and quake. The lightheaded feeling took over until (Y/n)'s eyes rolled to the back of her head and her head flopped forward.

"Oh- okay, okay." Tommy braced his chest and deadlocked his fingers around the back of (Y/n)'s neck as her temple fell onto his right shoulder.

"Shit, someone grab a towel please." Leaning forward, Chimney held onto (Y/n)'s shoulders and tried to keep her sitting up.

When someone handed them a towel, Tommy cupped either side of (Y/n)'s neck in his hands and Chimney pinched the bridge of her nose. He kept her head angled down a little and pressed the towel just beneath her nose. They didn't want her head back in case she swallowed or choked on the blood.

"Jesus Buck, what the Hell were you doing?" Eddie gave his boyfriend a light clip around the back of his head while his brows furrowed and he looked across at (Y/n).

How hard had Evan clocked her to give her a nosebleed and cause her to pass out?

"I- I didn't mean to!"

After a few seconds, Tommy noticed (Y/n)'s arm twitching against his and he sighed in utter relief when she tried to give his wrist a squeeze. She slumped her cheek against Tommy's shoulder and blinked furiously, trying to gather her senses and clear her head that felt like it had been stuffed with cotton wool.

"I think the bleedings stopping now. Do you feel okay?" Chimney dropped the towel onto (Y/n)'s lap, grimacing at how much blood was lathering the previously white cotton.

"My head kills," (Y/n) murmured gruffly, trying to motion to the back of her head but she didn't have the energy.

Her brows furrowed and she huffed when her eyes finally came back into focus. She locked gazes with her brother and her lips curled before she reached out to shakily swat him in the thigh.

"Why'd you t-tackle me?"

"I didn't! I- I swear I didn't mean to, my elbow caught you it was an accident."

"You've probably got a mild concussion. Do you want to head to the emergency room, or do you think you'll be okay?" Tommy grazed his fingertips along the back of (Y/n)'s head and although she winced, he could only feel a small lump of swelling.

There was no cut to the back of her head and she hadn't gone down with a bang. The chances were she hadn't done any damage, but he would take her to the hospital if she wanted him to, just to be safe. Someone was going to have to stay with her for the next few hours just to make sure she didn't have any lasting damage or sickness.

"Can you take me home please?" She didn't want to sit in the emergency room and wait over two hours to be seen by a nurse. (Y/n) wasn't in agony, although she was going to have to get some painkillers when they got back. She just wanted to go home.

"Sure. Up on three, ready?" He quietly counted to three and nodded at Chimney who held (Y/n)'s elbow and her waist. They eased her up between them and (Y/n) deadlocked her hands around Tommy's exposed arm, leaning into his chest when her knees started to shake.

She felt Tommy's left arm secure around her waist and his right hand smoothed up and down her arm reassuringly while he kissed the top of her head.

Reaching out, (Y/n) grabbed her brother's hand and gave a sharp tug. "Come on." The silent undertone to her voice and the look in her eyes said it all.

We need to talk.

Evan whispered a quiet "I'll call you," in Eddie's ear and stole a kiss before he squeezed his sister's hand and helped walk her towards Tommy's car.

(Y/n) let herself to limp and smiled tiredly when Tommy helped her up into the back of the car. And before Evan could panic about where to sit, (Y/n) pointed. He could sit in the back with her.

(Y/n) could feel her temple throbbing and there was a bump on the back of her head that felt like it was swelling up and becoming the size of the basketball they had been messing around with. She moved her hand to cradle the back of her head, smothering a whimper while she flopped her free hand out to hold Evan's hand.

"I'm really sorry." The look in Evan's eyes made (Y/n)'s stomach twist itself into knots. She wanted to cry at the sadness pooling in his baby blue orbs.

"Why'd you get defensive with me?"

It was in Evan's nature to be competitive, sure. (Y/n) understood that. But his competitive streak never usually put Evan against her or made him so pent up that he would get rough when playing sports like that. Evan was like a puppy dog, tackling and barging into her and getting so frustrated during a game wasn't in his nature.

"Why'd you agree when Tommy asked you to come here? You never came when I asked you."

"Because I told her I wanted to make an effort to get along with you." Tommy sighed and dragged his fingers through his toussled, damp hair as he pulled out of the car park.

It was Tommy's idea to join in the basketball game because he wanted to try and get to know Evan better. He knew that if he wanted things to work out between him and (Y/n), he needed to be on Evan's good side and try to get along with him. The twins were a package deal and Tommy wanted to have a good friendship with Evan and a good working relationship with (Y/n).

"I wasn't trying to compete with you Evan, or make you feel out of place." That was never Tommy's intention.

"I just… we look out for each other." Evan looked down at his hands and the way (Y/n) was gliding her thumb across the back of his hand. "We do stick together, you're my best friend, you know? I look after you, thinking of someone else doing that is scary. You relying on someone else is scary for me."

They were each other's best friend. With Eddie it was different, he was Evan's partner and it felt entirely different to talk to and confide in Eddie. But with (Y/n), she had always been there for Evan.

He looked after her, he protected her, it was his job and it was all he wanted to do after things went sour with her ex. Seeing her get close to someone else frightened Evan, especially because he liked Tommy. He didn't want to get close to Tommy and then have to get defensive if Tommy did anything to hurt (Y/n).

And seeing (Y/n) go out with Tommy and trust him and rely on him was strange because Evan was the person she always relied on.

"No one's gonna replace you, Evan. You've got Eddie," (Y/n) glanced her eyes forward and looked at Tommy through the rear view mirror. "I've got Tommy, but I'll always need my brother around."

"Good." Evan smiled bashfully and looked down at their entwined hands. That was what he'd needed to hear, whether he knew it or not.

"But you concuss me again and we'll fall out."

[half-bakedboy]

for the buck/tommy prompts — “you’re an idiot.” “yeah, but i’m *your* idiot.”

A few months into dating, Evan asks Tommy to a family dinner at Sergeant Grant and Captain Nash’s house. Tommy’s never been nervous when meeting a significant other’s family or friends, but he sure as Hell is terrified to meet Evan’s pseudo-parents. 

You know, the ones Tommy hijacked his own helicopter for because they saved an entire ship of people from being murdered by pirates, blown up, and drowned in the middle of the ocean where they’d probably never be found?

It didn’t matter that he had met them before. How is he supposed to feel normal about meeting two people like that? 

“I can practically hear you spiraling, and I feel like that’s supposed to be my job,” Evan interrupts his, well, spiraling. Tommy turns toward him from the driver’s seat with furrowed eyebrows. 

“I’m meeting your entire family together for the first time. How is this about you again?” Tommy asks. Evan must know he means well because there’s a soft smile on his face and he reaches out to grab Tommy’s hand. If he was a lesser man, they might have been shaking. He feels like he might start when Evan’s face turns more serious. 

“You know I haven’t had the best track record with women…” Evan begins.

Tommy can’t help but interrupt. “Good thing I’m not a woman…”

“Not a woman, I know,” Evan finishes the inside joke with him. He’s running his thumb in soft circles over the back of Tommy’s hand, spelling out words Tommy wishes he could decipher. “You’re different in more ways than that, though.” 

Tommy doesn’t speak even though Evan expects it if the long pause he allows says anything. 

“You might not be part of the 118 right now, but you’re as good as family. You’ve worked side-by-side with Hen and Chim, you were part of the first team that Cap led in L.A., and your friendship with Eddie has only grown since we got together.” Evan sighs. “I’ve always been terrified of not being enough so I’ve pushed people like you away. People who I respect, who I envy, who I wish I could be like so that they can’t replace me.” 

“No one can replace you, Evan,” Tommy inserts, even though he knows he doesn’t have to. Evan knows that, but Tommy will never stop reminding him. 

“No, they can’t,” Evan says confidently. Tommy squeezes his hand with pride. “But that makes this—us—all the more serious to me. You’re sticking around for as long as we’ll have each other, and probably after that.” Evan takes a deep breath and, with vulnerability bursting out of his blue eyes, says, “I guess, this is my way of saying that I want you in this family whether you’re with me or not.” 

Tommy practically melts at the words. It’s what he’s wanted since he first hopped in that helicopter, since before his friendship with Eddie or his relationship with Evan. He’s missed Hen and Howie, and he wants to laugh with their wives about stories from their pasts. He wants to get to know the first Captain he met who deserved to be in his position, and say thank you to the first cop to shake his hand when he finally—and accidentally—came out in a fit of frustration. 

Evan knows exactly how much the sentiment means to him, and to hear him say it out loud, makes emotion swell up in his throat. He knows it’s too soon to talk about forever, but he’s never felt something so close. 

“Plus, if they’re your family, too, they can’t be mad at me for not telling them I was bringing you because the invite was implied.” 

With the moment thoroughly broken, Evan jumps out of the car and runs around to open Tommy’s door. Tommy sighs as he exits, but reaches out to hold Evan’s hand anyways.

“You’re an idiot,” Tommy mutters with a shake of his head. 

There’s so much fondness in the words, that he might as well have said I love you. 

Evan’s grin barely falters, and he kisses Tommy’s cheek quickly but firmly. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 

It’s not an I love you, too but one day, Tommy thinks it might be. 

[captainhotch]

Labyrinth | Evan Buckley

reader x evan buckley (911)

a/n: new show, new post. i don’t make the rules.

masterlist

You hated the way your heart felt in your chest whenever Evan Buckley would look at you with those stupid, annoying Evan Buckley eyes— like it was weightless, floating around your body between where it was supposed to be, your chest, to the pit of your stomach and then all the way down to your toes.

You hated the smile that was tattooed to your face when you chatted with the man, he could make the weather report interesting you swore it.

And the fact that he looked at you the same way that you looked at him? Well you hated that more than anything.

It was easy to pretend you felt nothing when you knew there truly was nothing. But then you started to look into the man’s eyes and see your future in their soft edges and endless pools of blue— in his even softer smile that was reserved only for you. The smile that would grow against his will at the sight of your own.

You ran into burning buildings as a living. You’ve jumped off of roofs and kicked down doors and nearly died more times than you could count— and the unknown, what could happen between you and the man that you had just come to terms with being in love with, well that was the scariest thing you had ever faced.

And the fact that you knew in your soul that he loved you back— that made it scarier. Because if Evan Buckley broke your heart, you weren’t sure you would ever recover.

Your head was thrown back in laugher at whatever stupid story Buck was telling, something about him swearing that his apartment was, without a doubt, haunted. And how the ghost was moving things to taunt him. (Little did the man know that it was most definitely Eddie and everyone in the 118 had been feeding the man ideas on what to do next for the past two months.)

His hands were moving around in that animated way that made the corners of your lips quirk upwards unnaturally, that big smile that was reserved only for him. “It’s not funny.” He insisted, fighting the grin but unable to not smile back.

“It’s a little bit funny.” You shrugged, pinching your fingers together with little space in between. “Do you need me to come scare the ghosts away for you.”

“Yes, actually.” He huffed, arms now crossed over his chest, pout painted on his pretty pink lips. “But if you end up possessed, don’t come crying to me.”

“Wow,” you floundered in mock offense, “so you wouldn’t save me? That’s unbelievably fake of you I can’t lie.”

Buck was silent for a moment, eyes finding yours with a misplaced seriousness considering the conversation you were nearly an hour into,

“I’d do literally anything for you.”

You felt the words tattoo themselves to your heart. You knew he meant it.

It clicked in that moment— what it was you weren’t entirely sure, but all at once you felt nothing. Nothing aside from the hand of yours that found his across the table, not remembering reaching over in the first place, and the warmth that found its place in your chest.

Again you watched your future in those blue eyes before speaking. “You scare me.” You admit finally after a moment of just watching— understanding each other.

He nodded knowingly.

“But I’m tired of being scared, Buck. I just wanna be happy.”

He turned his hand over to grab yours, fingers interlocking as he brought them up to those impossibly distracting lips of his. “You make me so happy.” He practically whispered against the back of your hand, pressing a kiss so soft into the skin, you weren’t sure if you had imagined it.

“Let me love you. Please let me love you, I’m so tired of pretending like I don’t.” You felt the passion in his voice down to your toes. That feather light feeling in your chest returned, and for once your brain wasn’t telling you to run.

“You’re really bad at pretending.” You whisper with a soft smile. “I don’t wanna be scared anymore.” You admit in a more serious tone. “I want to be loved by you, Buck.” You affirmed with a nod, hoping you wouldn’t regret it— knowing you wouldn’t.

His hand dropped yours, moving to cradle your face instead. He was so gentle, his eyes were so soft— you brought your fingers up to lightly pinch his chin, eyes fluttering closed as you moved in close enough for his nose to brush yours.

“I love you.” You finally admitted, the words that once held heavy in your tongue being set free.

He was quick to pull you in closer, lips meeting yours in the slowest, softest kiss of your life. One you weren’t sure you’d ever admit to having dreamt about.

It was still so so scary— loving Buck, letting him love you.

But even more worth it

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 36!

a couple more recs for you <3 i've been slowly making my way through the sharing a bed ao3 tag because Reasons lmao but there's plenty of variety if you're in the mood for something else as well!

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading!

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

bed chem | rangerdanger (mxgicxltrxgedy)?@call-me-medusa | 6.6k | E

the three times Buck and Eddie talked about sex before they (+1) had sex for the first time. this captures the buddie dynamic so well! i love seeing buck get all flustered <3

everything always works out in the end | cowboygogetem | 20.6K | T

While Eddie is still recovering mentally from being shot, the 118 goes to a remote lakehouse for a well-deserved vacation. Along the way, Eddie realizes that he and Buck have built a life together. the maddie & eddie in this fic is BRILLIANT and i love it so much!!

giver/taker | spiritsontheroof/@spiritsontheroof | 7.2k | G

Eddie wants, wants, wants. cannot express how much i love it when eddie lets himself have good things and this fic is the perfect example of that <3

IKEAn't Believe We're So Close Yet Sofa | znks/@znks | 7.5k | M

Just your standard traditional typical snowed-in IKEA fic but in Los Angeles with some silly firefighters i've reread this multiple times actually, it's just that good! i'm a sucker for a snowed-in scenario and this is such a great one!!

pauses, then says you're my best friend (you knew what it was) | instantcaramel/@getemcowboybuckley | 4.2k | G

buck drags eddie to a taylor swift concert. wackiness ensues. i love love love a good social media fic (especially when formatted this well!) and seeing both buddie and eddie's swiftieism unfold is lovely <3

share this hour of make-believe | fleetinghearts/@shitouttabuck | 1.2k | G

quarantine finds eddie sharing a bed with a pillow-thief and sleep-talker. he minds less than he thinks. sleep talking buck my beloved <3 this is funny and soft and so good!

you could call me babe for christmas ('tis the damn season) | prettyboybuckley/@prettyboybuckley | 30.3k | T

Buck and Eddie pretend to be dating as Buck takes the Diaz boys along to Hershey. Once there, things get a little out of hand, and Buck comes to a realization... fake dating! fake proposal!! such a lovely fic!!

[diazisms]

explain couch theory for dummies please

alright!!!

basically, couch theory started last season in 6x01. we got a snippet of the script for the buckley diaz scene at the beginning of the episode, where buck, eddie, and christopher are all having dinner together, and christopher teases buck for not having a couch.

buck is upset that bobby didn't consider him for interim captain and goes "i just wanna know what these other candidates have that apparently i don't."

christopher goes "buck, you don't even have a couch."

buck explains that the last two couches came with girlfriends (to which eddie replies "i think you mean the last two girlfriends came with couches.") because ali picked his couch when he got the loft, and they kept taylor's couch after she moved in, meaning that when she moved out, she took the couch with her.

the theory REALLY starts, though, when eddie points out that buck and taylor broke up months ago, he could've replaced the couch by now.

and buck gets a soft look in his eyes as he looks at eddie and goes "well, maybe i don't want to pick the wrong couch again."

that's kind of the root of the whole couch theory.

there's another scene in 6x01 where buck mentions not having a couch to bobby and saying he doesn't want to make a mistake again, referring to life experience.

essentially, the couch metaphor is actually something that happens in canon throughout season 6. the couch theory is the spin off of that metaphor, where it's very obvious that eddie is the damn couch.

throughout the season, there's this theme of buck searching for the right couch. it continues at the very end of the coma episode (6x11), when the buckley parents ask buck why he doesn't have a couch after they come home from the hospital.

we find out in this scene that maddie is aware of the couch metaphor because she goes "oh, that story is too long to tell while standing."

we then get a scene in the following episode (6x12) while buck's in recovery, of him trying and failing to get comfortable on his couch.

in this episode, the 118 and co are showing up to buck's apartment to keep him company, a system created by maddie to make sure buck is fine and that he's not by himself while he recovers from the lightning strike and coma.

buck doesn't want all this attention, though, and, eventually, gets fed up and goes to eddie's house.

where he immediately gets comfortable on his couch, and falls asleep before eddie even brings the beers out.

it did make the fandom lose it, thanks so much for asking.

not directly related to the couch theory, but after buck wakes up on eddie's couch, they talk about the shooting for the first time since it happened.

couch theory kind of continues throughout the season. there's a scene that's essentially a beat by beat parallel of buck falling asleep on eddie's couch with christopher falling asleep on the couch, and the buckley diaz family implications went crazy with that one.

seriously, i'm not kidding. beat by beat.

the writers, actors, producers, etc were all aware of what the fandom thought about the couch theory and how it related to buddie, also. couches were mentioned in interviews, tweets were liked, it was a whole thing.

but, i'm assuming whatever oliver says in today's (april 25th) article about the couch theory is gonna be a little more....buddie specific than anything was during s6.

anyway, after buck falling asleep on eddie's couch everyone sort of hoped for a continuation of the couch arc that involved eddie, because obviously eddie was the couch. you have buck, who didn't want to pick the wrong couch again, who couldn't even get comfortable on the couch his parents bought him, immediately fall asleep the second he sat on eddie's couch?

insanity!!!!!! it was crazy!!!!!

i don't remember if anything happened between 6x13-6x17 that was directly in canon. obviously the fandom kept going with the couch theory, speculating all the ways that the couch could mean buddie canon (there's a lot of fic from s6 that's full of couch metaphors and couch mentions)(my fics, too).

kameron gives birth to the sperm donor baby on buck's couch, also.

i forget that detail.

anyway, end of 6x18, buck and natalia are sitting on his balcony and he turns to her and asks if she wants to go buy a couch.

people died that day.

that's more or less it. i'm sure there's more that i'm missing, but essentially, the couch theory is the idea that eddie is buck's couch, the couch representing a romantic relationship.

or, not just a romantic relationship, but the right one. buck's couch is buck settling down, finding someone to spend the rest of forever with, a family, a home.

and then he got that in eddie's house, but he was too blind to see it.

alright. i think that's it! hope it made sense :)

let's pray today's interview doesn't kill us all

[thebestbooksaround]

This is a Buddie fic rec list where "one of them isn't a firefighter" That makes me warm and happy every time I read them <3

Part 1 || Part 2

Spousal Secrets and Celebrity Crushes by AshwinMeird (@ashwinmeird) | 9k | General

Eddie joined the 118 and Hen learned plenty about his husband and son through endless stories, but she knew almost nothing about Buck. Then a movie being filmed not far from the station starts to become very relevant to her life. Or Five times Hen was confused about Eddie's husband and One time it all made sense

i'll walk through fire for you by prettyboybuckley (@greyacebuckley) | 3k | General

Eddie just shrugs, and they leave him alone, chattering about something he tunes out as he stares out the window. At least, until Bobby starts briefing them on what they're walking into.

He hears the address, and his stomach turns. That's where Buck lives. 

"There was an explosion somewhere in the building," Bobby tells them over the comms. "Third floor is fully engulfed, the building is unstable, and there are people trapped up there, still. There's one other firehouse on the scene already."

OR: In a universe where Buck is not a firefighter but they're still best friends, Eddie gets called to a fire at Buck's apartment building

call you home by ashavahishta (@ashavahishta) | 6k | General

"He’s like, so pretty sometimes I can’t believe he’s real?” He’d rambled once, so tired at the end of shift he was basically drunk with it.

“I’ll take your word for it,” Hen had said patiently, and patted him on the shoulder. “I like girls, remember?”

“He’s built like a Greek god with the face of an angel,” Eddie had argued, a stubborn set to his mouth like he was determined for Hen to believe just how gorgeous his husband was. “Even you couldn’t resist that.”

Or: "Eddie Diaz drinks his 'I fucking love my husband' juice for 6,000 words." OR "5 Times Eddie Told The Firefam About Buck and 1 Time They Actually Met Him".

we're not in love (but the sex is good) by elless | 15k | Explicit

Eddie is new to LA. Feeling lonely, he goes to a bar for a drink and meets a beautiful stranger that kisses like a dream. What starts as a one night stand quickly moves to frequent no strings sex. When circumstances lead to them spending time together out of bed, Eddie realizes he’s attached to Buck in a way he never planned for.

the handyman can ('cause he fixes it with love) by iphigenias (@oatflatwhite) | 4k | Teen

Eddie’s first thought when he opens the door is that Hen’s finally getting payback for Eddie hustling her in pool last Friday. The guy standing on the stoop is sweaty, smiling, with biceps that look like they could jaws-of-life a car all on their own and a very pink, very biteable kiss of a birthmark above his crinkled blue eyes. His toolbelt looks like every toolbelt from every bad porn movie ever, slung absurdly low on his hips, and the acid-wash jean shorts he’s wearing absolutely cannot be OSHA-approved.

Eddie decidedly does not look at the thick muscle of the guy’s thighs when he says, “uh, I think you have the wrong house.”

we can’t fight gravity (love is like falling) by alasse (@alasse9) | 21k | Teen

Eddie is an actor (a former child star of a major franchise who only does weird indie movies nowadays), and Buck is still a firefighter. The universe screams at them a few times—through a tsunami, an unfortunate misunderstanding, and an emergency at a movie set—until they finally get it together.

Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania) | 21k | Mature

Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

(is in the back of my mind and on the tip of my tongue) by waferkya (@oursisthewinter) | 17k | Teen

Soft, dark hair, just long enough to begin curling at the tips; expressive eyebrows and an impossibly straight nose that should belong on some Greek statue, full pink lips stretched in a wide smile just this side of goofy, and a wonderful amount of stubble dusting his jaw; broad shoulders hugged to perfection by the dark blue police uniform, his entire body a stretch of tight muscle. Yeah, yup, yes. Chim is not wrong. The man is handsome as sin. Also, he’s a cop, which—hi, hello, that’s hot.

[AU in which Eddie is a cop who just moved to LA; Buck has zero self-esteem, a praise kink the size of the desert and no clue on how to pick a decent Dom; and eventually love conquers all.]

Write me into your happy ending... by ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie | 16k | Teen

Four years ago when Eddie and Christopher started reading the book series about Daniel's Adventures together before bedtime, Eddie never would have guessed that he would run into the author of said book series in the middle of a Barnes & Noble in LA. He also wouldn't have guessed that said encounter would begin with him sternly lecturing the stranger and making a slight fool of himself. Nor would he have predicted that this terrible first impression would somehow make the published author want to give his phone number to Eddie.

Or, Eddie the firefighter and Buck the writer have a meet-cute, and things progress from there.

i wanna be known (by you) by chasingoblivion (@starlightbuck) | 12k | General

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Hen glances down at Eddie’s phone then back up at him in disbelief. “How do you ‘not mean’ to download a bunch of dating apps but still have them on your phone?” Or  In which Eddie delves into the intimidating world of online dating.

String of hearts... by ReallySmartLadyMarieCurie | 11k | Teen

“Now. Eddie is this incredible presence. He’s funny and smoking hot, and he has a son who sounds wonderful. And he’s serious and vulnerable at times. But so enjoyable to be around, every single second that he’s there. And how can I put myself out there when the expectation is so high? When the thing I might lose is so beautiful?”

In which Buck owns a plant shop in LA, and Eddie becomes his new favorite customer. Pining ensues.

Confirmation Bias by strifechaos | 31k | Mature

After the fallout with his ex-wife, Eddie believed he could only trust his family with his son. He hadn’t imagined falling for his son’s sweet-hearted nanny, Buck.

With his own family so distant, Buck never considered that he’d be lucky enough to find a home for himself, let alone people he could count on. Not until he meets the Diaz boys.

AU: Buck was never a firefighter, and becomes Christopher's sitter when Shannon's job takes her away from Eddie and Chris for the summer. Eddie tries to not fall for his son's nanny, he's not very successful.

serendipity (can't get him off my mind) by elless | 7k | Teen

Buck has his job at the daycare, his sister, and good friends. And not much else. His life hasn't turned out how he expected. Then he gets a wrong number text that changes everything. He and Eddie click instantly, but Eddie lives in Texas while Buck is in LA. It can never work, especially if Buck is too afraid to make a move.

Buckley's Bouquets by awashleyno | 23k | Teen

A world where Buck owns a flower shop and manages to develop a huge, massive, ridiculous crush on a handsome firefighter that comes in for a visit one day.

Or, 5 times Eddie gives flowers to other people and the 1 time he gives them to Buck.

the meaning of the words you see by florenceandthemachine (@florenceandthemachine) | 8k | Explicit

unknown sender: Hi! unknown sender: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me buy you a drink, and for your number. Sorry I had to run. unknown sender: I’m Eddie by the way. sent: hey um sent: i don’t want 2 be this guy but sent: i think u mayb put the wrong # in ur phone

Frequent Flyer by red_to_black (@redtooblack) | 13k | Mature

In his entire time being a firefighter, Eddie has never met anyone as accident-prone as Evan Buckley. And Buck - well, he's quickly becoming the 118's best customer.

(Or - the one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.)

i'm gonna make this place your home by chromatophorica (@chromatophorica) | 11k | Teen

"Hey, did you know that other people can go to the kids' islands on that game?" He asks Hen the following day at work, stocking up the ambulance with her while Chim teaches the probie how to roll hoses.

"Yeah, I mean, they go to each other's all the time." Which, yeah, in a way, Eddie knew that part

"No, I mean other people, like people on the internet or whatever." Hen shoots him a look, one that states he's showing his usual technophobic ways again. “I'm just saying, some person that Chris called 'Buck' was on his island just like... giving him things.” It feels a lot like those stories about grooming or whatever, when the internet was new and people pretended to be something they weren't. What if this Buck person was an old guy in a creepy basement trying to befriend kids on a game? --- During the pandemic, Christopher gets more involved in online gaming. Eddie promptly freaks out when he realises his son has made a friend through the games. It takes Chimney's girlfriend and a car crash to understand how important that friend will be.

[doeeyeseddie]

hi pia i'm thinking about heart eyes diaz again so "15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly" spoke to me

frida my love! so true, it fits perfectly <3

[read on ao3]

When Bobby offered Eddie the spot on the 118, he fully intended for him to become Buck’s partner on the job. He picked him specifically for that, feeling like Eddie could be exactly the kind of person Buck needed to become the amazing firefighter he had the potential to be.

He also hoped they’d get along on a personal level too, obviously – his entire team is built on that hope. Eddie was supposed to fit with all of them, but Buck most of all.

Now, as he’s standing in the firehouse kitchen with a clear view of Eddie at the table, his chin resting on his hand as he watches Buck explaining something to Hen with big gestures across from him, Bobby can’t help but think that this all worked out much better than he could ever have hoped.

They’ve had their ups and downs – Buck and Eddie, yes, but all of them, really – but if that time a year or two where their team was splintering was good for anything, it was making it clear just how lucky they are to be working with this team. How lucky they are to have this family, at work and outside of it.

Eddie’s face is soft, almost tender, as he looks at Buck, who’s still focused on Hen.

It gives Bobby pause.

These two have had a special connection from nearly the beginning on, except for that short period where Buck’s irrational fear of being replaced translated to hostility. Since then, Bobby has watched them become friends, then best friends very quickly, and eventually, they grew into their own little family unit within their bigger family.

He’s aware of this, aware of how important they are to each other. How could he not? He’s seen them go through the worst and the best times together, seen them support each other, seen them grieve for each other.

He’s even seen this expression on Eddie’s face before, usually in flashes or from far away. Never as open and unguarded, so obviously full of love, without caring who sees it.

Bobby turns back to the food he’s preparing and can’t help thinking that maybe he’s missed one more layer of it after all.

So when, two weeks later, Bobby gets another up close look at the look on Eddie’s face while Buck is stumbling his way through an explanation for why they need disclosure of relationship forms, he’s not completely surprised.

“So we, uh, wanted to talk to you because– You see, Eddie and I, we sort of, um, realized recently,” Buck stammers, and all the while, Eddie smiles at the side of his face like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “That what we f-feel for each other, is, um–”

“Buck,” Bobby interrupts him gently. “Are you trying to tell me that the two of you are in a relationship?”

“Yes, he is,” Eddie says, and he’s still smiling at Buck, who doesn’t seem to have noticed. “We are.”

At that, Buck turns towards him and his face melts into a smile like he can’t help it. 

“Yeah,” he says, without looking away from Eddie.

Bobby watches them smile at each other for a minute, fondly, but eventually, he clears his throat.

Eddie blinks and turns to him first. “Um, sorry. So, what forms do we have to fill out? And is there anything else we need to do?”

“We– We know there’s a married couple working the same shift at the 139, so we’re good, right? We can keep working together?” Buck asks worriedly.

“I don’t see why not,” Bobby says. “I’ve got a whole stack of forms I can give you to take home with you, you can bring them back signed on your next shift. Apart from that, it’s up to my recommendation. If I find that you can’t work together with appropriate professionalism anymore, then I can recommend that one of you is moved to another station. But you’re not in the same chain of command and I assume that your feelings at least aren’t all that new, are they?”

“They’re not,” both of them say at almost the same time, then smile at each other again.

“Then I see no reason why you shouldn’t work just as well together now that you’re making it official,” Bobby says, and finally lets the captain act drop with a smile. “So you’re happy?”

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “Yeah, Bobby, we’re so happy.”

Eddie reaches for his hand and Buck grips it tightly.

“Disgustingly so, if you believe Christopher,” Eddie grins, and Bobby laughs.

“Well, I’m really happy for you. You both deserve happiness, and looking at you right now – well, it just makes sense that you found it with each other.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Eddie says, eyes bright.

Bobby remembers him sitting in front of him like this, but alone, adrift, scared. He remembers how worried he was that he’d never be happy.

And Buck – how lost he used to feel, never aware of how loved he already was by the people in his life, always chasing after the idea he’d built up in his head.

Well, it kind of makes Bobby want to congratulate himself for pairing these two up.

A year later, while Bobby is recounting the story of Buck and Eddie from his view at their wedding reception, his eyes keep straying to the grooms.

Buck is watching him with teary eyes and a wobbly smile that makes Bobby choke up a little, but Eddie is looking at Buck. He’s wearing that same tender, lovesick expression Bobby has seen on his face so many times by now, and he finds himself hoping that the wedding photographer will capture it in one of their photos, because he’d like Buck to get a good look at it.

He knows that Buck knows that Eddie loves him, but knowing Buck, it wouldn’t hurt for him to see photographic evidence of the naked adoration on his new husband’s face.

But he shouldn’t have worried, because when Buck turns to look at Eddie, his expression doesn’t waver at all. Buck doesn’t seem surprised to see it, either, so clearly he’s not as oblivious as Bobby may have thought.

Good, he thinks. Everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be, and better than he ever could have hoped.

He smiles and lifts his glass to finish his toast. “To Buck and Eddie. May you always look at each other the way you are right now.”

[talktonytome]

What if Tommy didn’t go to prom (for various reasons including, but not limited to the fact he would rather dance with James than Susan).

One day, Buck is telling him about his own prom experience and then asks about Tommy’s, who simply tells him he didn’t go. Of course Buck is sad Tommy missed out on the experience, and being who he is, he has to do something about it so, he plots. He gets the 118 in on it- Bobby and Athena offer their backyard, everyone helps decorate, and he only tells Tommy to wear a nice suit and that he will pick him up. He’s under the impression they’re going on a fancy date.

Buck shows up in a soft blue suit, a beautiful boutonnière in hand, tells him he’s lucky to have such a hot date and then pins it to his suit jacket. When they get to the jeep, he opens the door for him and whisks him away. Tommy’s a little confused as to why they’re suddenly parked in front of Bobby and Athena’s, but he lets Buck twine their hands together, as they walk to the house. They bypass the front door to walk in through the back.

When they walk in, everyone’s there in dresses and suits under twinkling lights. Aside from the 118 there’s a few people from Harbor and dispatch as well. “Surprise!” They all cheer with hoots and hollers. There’s a little photo area set up in the corner, a punchbowl and glasses on a table, and Harry’s set up with the music on the other end.

“W- what’s all this?” Tommy stutters, overwhelmed with emotion.

“Why, it’s prom night, baby,” Buck grins at him, leading him to the center of the makeshift dance floor. “Can I have this dance?”

[munsonsmixtapes]

Congrats on 1k!!

Can you write Friends with benefits with Buck and the prompt 18.“Please don’t cry.”

Thank you so much, lovely!

cw: make out session, hurt/comfort

prompt used: “Please don’t cry.”

The bathroom wall as cold as Buck pushed you up against it, his lips pressing to your neck. He was doing his best to be quick and quiet, not wanting to disturb the other members of the 118. You two of had been sneaking around for months, deciding to becoming friends with benefits after a drunken night together. 

You both were able to get exactly what you wanted without all the “feelings” bullshit. And it was working like a charm. And it seemed like no one had suspected it either. It seemed that the rest of the 118 had absolutely no idea that the two of you were hooking up and that was exactly the way you liked it. 

It wasn’t like you were ashamed of your arrangement with Buck, not at all. It was that you didn’t want Bobby to find out because you were sure that he would have no choice to transfer one of you and how could you have your quickies in the bathroom when you were working for different departments? 

Buck unbuttoned your shirt to have more access to your neck as he grazed the spot with his teeth, causing you to let out a loud moan. He always knew exactly what you liked and how to get you to make the noises he liked. 

Your fingers dug into his shoulder, right beside his walkie and he let out a moan of his own as the feeling, your fingers absentmindedly massaging the muscle.

“Hey,” he said, removing your fingers from his shoulders. “As nice as that is. This is about you.” 

“But-”

“No,” he shook his head. “You disobeyed me and now you’re going to be punished.” 

“Oh? And are you gonna spank me?” You asked, batting your eyelashes and that was it for Buck. You always knew exactly what to do to drive him fucking crazy. 

“Maybe,” he said, leaning closer so that his lips were right by your ear. “Depends on how good of a girl you are.” That was enough to drive you mad. You were even more hungry for him than you were before. He pressed his lips to yours and you were quick to take his bottom one between your teeth, giving it a soft nibble.

You felt Buck hands move down to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze and you let out a yelp in response before pushing him away. You had been in there quite some time and the rest of the team was surely suspicious. Buck just looked at you with that pout that usually made you give into him. But not this time. If you kept giving into him, someone would have surely found out and you couldn’t have that.

“C’mon Buckley,” you pulled him out of the stall, but had him wait a few minutes before he came out.

You snuck out of bathroom, fixing your hair and buttoning your shirt as you did so, making sure that nothing was out of place as you headed back into the main part of the station. You noticed everyone looking at you warily as you moved further towards the stairs, wondering what the odd looks were for. Had you not fixed you hair enough?

You turned around to Buck who was behind you and could see that he had no idea what was going on either. Bobby, who had halted his wiping down the engine waved the both of you over. You both slowly made your way over to him, knowing exactly what he was going to say. The whole charade was going to be over and one of you would be transferred to a different department. There was absolutely no way around it.

You gulped as you finally got to him, Buck now standing in front of you as a way to protect you. His hand reached for yours as Bobby eyed the two of you, looking back and forth between you before leaning forward so only the two of you could hear him.

“Next time you two decide to do something like that, make sure that your walkies are unplugged.” He then turned and continued to wipe down the engine as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

At first you were confused at his words, but then your cheeks burned as his words sunk in. Your chest was suddenly tight and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You hurried to the parking lot, feeling your breathing getting shallow as Buck followed you, calling your name. But how could-

Unless-no. There was no way. How could the buttons of your walkies have been pressed without your knowledge? You supposed that it sort of made sense since it took practically no pressure to press the buttons down. But now that meant that the entire 118 had heard the two of you making out in the bathroom. Now you kind of wanted to transfer. There was no way you could ever look any of them in the eye again. Not even Buck. Especially not Buck.

Buck followed you all the way to your car, hoping that he could catch you before you could drive away. He had no idea how that happened and hoped that you weren’t blaming yourself even though you definitely were. But it wasn’t your fault. It was just an unfortunate accident and now he was going to pay for it. He wouldn’t let you take the fall. He couldn’t. Not when he loved you more than his poor heart could take.

Now that your arrangement was out in the open, this would have been the perfect opportunity to tell you that he had been in love with you the entire time. That working with you was the best part of his day and that he always felt his heart flutter when you would pull him into the bathroom.

As much as he loved what was going on between the two of you, he couldn’t help but think about what it would have been to have you fall asleep in his arms instead leaving as soon as the act was over. He wanted to tell you just how pretty he thought you were and not feel weird about it afterwards. He wanted you to be the one who he went to bed with every night and wake up to only you every morning, telling you that he needed five more minutes as he snuggled further into you, burying his face into your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent.

Buck got to you just as you were opening your car door. This was his chance and he had to make it count. He rested his hand on your shoulder and turned you around to face him, not missing how you wiped the snot from your nose onto your sleeve or how your cheeks were now stained with tears.

“Y/n-” He paused, his hands moving to wipe away your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Please don’t cry,” he said softly, continuing to wipe the tears that fell. You looked up at him, feeling your heart warm at the sweet gesture. You wrapped your arms around his waist as you buried your face into his neck, letting the sobs rake through you now that he couldn’t see your face.

Buck’s hands moved to your back, rubbing them up and down it as a way to comfort you, trying to wrack his brain for something to say to get you to stop crying. When he saw those few tears, he could have sworn that he could hear his heart actually break at the sight.

“When Bobby sits us down…” he took a deep breath. “I’m going to tell him to transfer me.” He felt the weight of your head disappear as you looked him in the eyes, now getting angry.

“No, he’s going to transfer me,” you argued. “That’s your family, Buck,” you pointed to the building.

“They’re your family too,” he fired back.

“But you’ve been here much longer than me. Please let me go.”

“I can’t,” he shook his head, feeling his own eyes getting misty.

“You’d really transfer from the people you love most? Why would you do that?” You were crying again and Buck couldn’t take it. It was now or never.

“Because I-” he cut himself off, choking down his fear.

“Because what, Buck?”

“Because I love you!” The words came out more forceful than he intended, but there were out and he couldn’t take them back. Not that he wanted to. He watched your eyes widen, searching your face for any sign of emotion other than shock. But then your face broke out in a huge smile and you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping yours around his neck.

“I love you too, Buckley,” your smile widened as you pressed your lips to his and he was quick to return it. You both poured everything into that kiss in front of your car, emotions that you been holding back for months, all out in the open now. And you both knew that no matter what happened with your careers, you at least had each other.

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