More <10k 9-1-1 Fic Recs!
More Fic Recs! No theme to these, I just was going through my read history again and pulled out some more fics I enjoyed!
(and the titles slightly lies, there's one just over 10k words)
This list includes a variety of fics in both rating and type. I tried to include all relevant information and tags (especially those that may serve as warnings, since I do like some heavy angst/ dark themes). Some fics may be restricted. Enjoy!
the sincerest form of flattery - canadadry (1,775 | T | Outsider POV, Brad Torrence, Bobby Nash is Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parent)
“Your boy—Buck,” Brad says. “First marriage?”
“Pardon?”
“Well, your wife is—” Brad starts, stops. Remembers at least a third of the lecture he’s been given at least a dozen times by his publicist on the danger of making assumptions. “He calls your wife by her given name—I mean, does the same to you, but I’d reckon that has more to do with professionalism than personal grievances, given the fact that you clearly get on.”
—and fuck, maybe that’s another thing Brad should try to learn by watching Bobby.
—
in which Brad Torrence only almost passes out, and observes the aftermath.
nobody gets me (like you) - secretlifeforfun (2,219| G | Getting Together, Accidental Kissing)
Eddie leaned down towards Buck, and Buck instinctually put his hand out to rest on Eddie’s side. Eddie’s arms landed on either side of Buck on the couch. And then Eddie was in his space, his lips pressing briefly to Buck’s cheek.
“Thanks, Buck,” Eddie said, still so, so close to Buck. “I’ll see you at home.”
He said goodbye to the rest of the crew, and then he was gone, his boots thunking down the stairs.
or,
Eddie kisses Buck goodbye. They aren't together yet.
Autocowrecked - HMSLusitania (2,725 | T | Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending)
Eddie is never, ever using the talk-to-text function on his phone. Ever again.
Wine, Vodka Crans, and May's Sad Playlist - 22438 (2,759 | N/A | songwriter buck, Idiots in Love)
This is honestly something he could've put a bit more thought into. After years of doing this, it was just too natural to even contemplate. Evan Buckley has lived many, many lives. Peru, the Navy, Montana. It wasn’t an unknown fact that his soul searching led to many places. However, there was one life path no one knew about.
OR
Buck has secretly been writing and selling songs for years. After one drunk night Eddie begins to catch onto Buck's little secret. Three insanely obvious songs may or may not lead to some realizations, finally.
Break Glass in Case of Emergency - Beforeastorm (2,894 | T | Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Adoption)
Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point:
“It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.”
“One I really hope we’ll never have to use.”
“But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.”
When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.
The spell on you - inkinmyheartandonthepage (2,948 | N/A | Bewitched Evan "Buck" Buckley, AU- Urban Fantasy)
“Oh no you don’t,” Chimney demanded, following Buck up the stairs to the station loft. “You’re not getting away with this.”
“Chim, it’s no big deal,” Buck huffed, heading towards the kitchen island.
“It is!” Chimney cried out and Buck can picture him throwing his hands up in the air. “You didn’t even blink when that witch said you had been bewitched!”
OR
The 118 finds out that Buck has been bewitched but its not what they think.
Wrong Bed, Buck! - Ellesworth86 (3,073 | M | Sleepwalking, Illness, Sleeping Together, First Time)
Three times that Buck got into the wrong bed, and one where he found the right one.
----
The first time it happened, Buck was exhausted...
Eddie had just gotten comfortable and was feeling himself start to drift off to sleep when his door opened slowly. Groaning, he opened his eyes, and squinting, he watched as Buck silently walked around the bed, pulled back the comforter and climbed in.
“Wrong bed, Buck.” Eddie heard himself mumble, still in that drowsy stage, halfway between asleep and awake.
“No ‘s’not.” The reply came, just as sleepily. “Right bed...nice and warm...favourite person...” Then a snore as he rolled onto his side, his back to Eddie, who didn’t have either the energy or the heart to argue, so he just curled up on his side and fell back asleep.
Went a Little Like This - thedesertpenguin (3,265 | T | Accidental Kissing, Fluff, Humor)
Buck kisses Eddie on a random morning.
Two problems with this:
1) They are not together
2) They don't realize they've kissed
through your weakest moments - EiraLloyd (3,653 | T | AU- College/University, Food Poisoning)
“Hey, I got you, you're gonna be alright," he murmurs, out of instinct more than anything.
He’s surprised when Eddie laughs bitterly. "Really?" he asks, then pauses to purse his lips again. He inhales sharply and adds, "Is this all it takes?"
And Buck… finds himself frowning in confusion. He doesn’t understand what Eddie means, what Eddie’s upset about — other than, presumably, his bad case of food poisoning — but he knows Eddie’s expecting an answer from him, so he asks, "What—what do you mean?"
But Eddie shakes his head. "Nothing,” he lies. “Nothing, just— help me up."
Or, Buck's terrible roommate has a bad case of food poisoning. Buck is Buck — that is, he helps him out.
He's good for my heart (but he's bad for business) - steph_fangirl (3,937 | G | Secret Marriage, Relationship Reveal)
Chimney blinks. “Eddie,” he says. “Who’s Eddie?”
At that Maddie barks out a laugh and claps a hand over her mouth, which is adorable. “That’s funny,” she says, but then her eyes settle on Chimney’s puzzled face. Her eyebrows shoot up. “Wait, you don’t- you really don’t know?”
“Uh. No.”
“What do you- oh my god, he usually can’t shut up about him. I guess it really is worse than I thought this time.”
“This ti- Maddie, please, take some pity on me. What is going on? Who is Eddie?”
Maddie’s face does something complicated then. There’s a flash of sadness, then she smiles, but it seems a little defeated. She scratches her chin and reaches for her wine, before she says, “my brother in law.”
Chimney and Hen have the new guy figured out. Or so they thought.
Two truths, one lie - ColorMeParanoid (3,984 | T | Idiots in Love, First Kiss)
“Buck,” Chim said on a sigh. “Nobody wants to see you strip.”
Speak for yourself, Eddie nearly blurted out, then shoved a breadstick in his mouth to prevent any incriminating words escaping without his express permission. It had been way too long since he’d gotten laid and he should not be held accountable for his actions if Buck started shedding more clothes.
“I’m just getting ready to blow your mind,” Buck said, turning around and walking confidently towards the poles that no one ever actually used because they were a safety hazard more than anything, and oh this was not going to end well. Eddie was not mentally prepared for this.
Presumed Dead - inkinmyheartandonthepage (4,439 | G | Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Protective Athena Grant, Presumed Dead, Theft, Fluff and Angst)
The fresh air was supposed to have been good for Buck. A small hike that he had done a million times. A nice hike that gave him a workout and at the same time allowed him to sift through his thoughts and feelings and to focus on what he really wanted.
Instead, he’s stuck in the middle of nowhere at a rest stop watching some asshole drive away in his jeep.
OR
The 118 crew arrive a fender bender only to find it's Buck's jeep on fire and the body inside dead and burning.
the moon like a spotlight - dykeries (4,678 | E | First Time, Anal Sex, Sappy, Stargazing)
Buck pushed. C’mon. There had to be something you liked to do here when you were younger. Something that made you feel better.
Eddie stared off to somewhere in the middle distance. Sometimes, he said, and then he stopped. Looked almost shy. Sometimes with Shannon, sometimes alone, I’d drive my truck out into the desert at night to go stargazing. Because it’s really clear out there. Makes you feel small. In a good way.
Okay, Buck had said. Okay, then tomorrow we’ll do that.
The contents of the truck bed tonight: An inflatable mattress. Two pillows. A stack of blankets. A thermos of coffee. Buck. Eddie.
Three months after Eddie moves to El Paso, Buck comes to visit.
Driving me Wild - SourwolfSeblaine (4,783 | E | Tattoos, First Time, Possessive Eddie Diaz, Marriage Proposal)
After a drunk night of karaoke and fun, Buck wakes up hungover with DIAZ tattooed on his lower back. Chimney, who was with him that drunken night, helps Buck hide it from the rest of the team, but it makes them think something else going on, which, ew, no thanks.
But then Eddie finds out anyways, with a reaction better than Buck could've hoped for.
can't live the dreams you're spinning - glorious_spoon (5,277 | E | Arguing, First Time, Intercrural Sex)
He turns around. Eddie is watching him, his eyes glittering, an odd set to his jaw.
"Unless you do want me to walk you through it," Buck says, and there's something in it, some dangerous impulse he can't define that makes it come out not at all like the joke he meant it to be. Standing here in the entryway of the house that's Eddie's house again, in the spot where he dragged Tommy through the door, clumsily attached at the mouth, kicking it carelessly shut behind him. Keys rattling, and the simple animal comfort of someone's eager hands on him. The empty house, barely unpacked, briefly less empty.
the cost of doing business - PretentiousSwanQueen (5,442 | T | Secret Relationship, AU- Canon Divergence, POV Ravi Panikkar)
Ravi figures he has to be the last one to find out, especially since he’s finding out like this. He supposes that’s what he gets for bouncing around between the A shift and the B shift so much since he’s been back at the 118, but still.
It happens like this: he had been this close! like, minutes away from printing out a new tenant lease! when the prospective renter in question calls the leasing office and mentions that she won’t be needing the 1 bed, 1 bath walk up in Faircrest Heights any more because she snagged a 2 bath loft downtown that seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity.
or: Ravi's landlord status makes him privy to some confidential information about the 118's finest.
According To You - datleggy (5,667 | G | Angst and Hurt/Comfort, hurt!Buck)
“He’s gonna’ be fine, they did scans, they said it’s just a scratch--”
“Just a scratch?” Eddie blinks incredulously. “‘Just a scratch’ doesn’t require stitches Evan! God, how could you be so irresponsible?! How the hell were you not watching him at the park?! How could you let him get all the way across the street without you?!”
Hanging on in Quiet Desperation - oKathleen (5,777 | T | Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, pulmonary embolism, Chocking, NDE, Pining)
A last-minute shift change means the surprise party has to be moved to another day.
OR: Buck is choking on blood and has a pulmonary embolism alone in his apartment. He calls 911, only to reach Maddie on the other end of the line.
His sister doesn’t know it’s him, and he can’t even speak to her.
A heart worth breaking - justhockey (5,861 | N/A | Break Up, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending)
“Told you I’m easy to leave,” Buck says, chuckling.
And it’s supposed to be a joke, but it doesn’t quite hit right because it’s also true. Buck is the easiest person in the world to walk away from, even when he’s doing absolutely everything right.
Buck Naked and Afraid - paleredheadinascifi (6,096 | T | AU - Different First Meeting, Sleepwalking, Nightmares)
Buck sleeps naked. Buck also sleep-walks. Buck sleep-walks naked out of his apartment and locks himself out.
Fate cackles. Enter Eddie Diaz.
The hidden mark - Inuhime (7,183 | E | A/B/O Dynamics, Soul Bond, Safe Sane and Consensual)
In a universe where it's omegas who carry the soul marks Evan's own mark has always been messed up. Not bothering to check it for years because he's sure his alpha is with someone else and doesn't want him things come to a head when after a call Eddie finally see it.
Find My Friends - TazzySnow (7,427 | T | Buried Alive, Kidnapping, Hurt/Comfort)
Buck has wondered before what it was like underground when Eddie was buried alive, and the idea of being buried alive gives him the fucking willies for sure, but he's never been afraid of tight spaces.
He's an object, a piece of a collection yet to be harvested. The sound of the dirt being piled above him grows more and more muffled until it's gone completely and he lays in silence.
---
Buck is buried alive and it's a damn good thing Eddie stalks him on Find My Friends.
the phone keeps ringing - EiraLloyd (7,761 | T | Texting, Mixed Media, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)
The look the woman at the register gives him would make the healthiest plant wither. Honestly? It’s not too different from the look Eddie would give Tommy if he were here. “Took you long enough,” she says in an icy tone. Her name tag reads Dot. “Do you usually make your boyfriend wait for you overnight?”
Eddie shakes his head. He tries to ignore the wave of feelings that surges then — anger at Tommy, sympathy for Buck, and so much longing it would make him weak at the knees if he weren’t used to it. “I’m not his boyfriend,” he says, voice equally icy. “I’m the guy who drove five hours to pick him up when the boyfriend—” ditched him. He manages to swallow back the words, not wanting to air Buck’s business to a stranger, but he can’t help but think, If I were Buck’s boyfriend, this wouldn’t have happened at all.
(Or, after a date with Tommy goes wrong, Buck ends up stranded in Las Vegas without a way home. Eddie makes the drive in the middle of the night because there's never really been another option.)
the meaning of the words you see - florenceandthemachine (8,663 | E | Texting, Wrong Number, Mistaken Identity, Nurse!Buck)
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
best friends, kidneys, and other things you can survive losing - kermytheefrog (tardigradeschool) (8,966 | M | Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Casual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms)
"We were also concerned about possible organ damage, particularly since you only have one kidney, but your ribs took the brunt of the impact," the doctor tells him. "We'll know more when the swelling from the penetrating wound goes down."
Ha, Buck thinks. Penetrating.
"Wait," Eddie says. "That's not right. Buck has both his kidneys."
The doctor consults the chart again, her eyebrows drawing together. “I’m sorry, Mr Buckley, is there an error in your medical history? I have it right here that you only have your right kidney, is that correct?"
"Ye-es," Buck says. He can feel Eddie’s gaze on the side of his face and studiously avoids it.
"What?" Eddie says. "How did I not know this? When did you lose a kidney, was this when you were a kid?"
"Uh..." Buck says. "Aha. Last year."
Eddie's face shifts from perplexed to horrified to thunderous all within about two seconds. It would be funny to see his stoicism so rattled under different circumstances. "When I was in Texas?"
.
Buck is determined not to fall back on old coping mechanisms after Eddie leaves for Texas. So he invents a new one: organ donation.
I'm so used to being used - ColorMeParanoid (9,228 | M | Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, implied Sexual Content)
Eddie was kind to a fault; if Buck just asked to be held for a little while, Eddie would probably indulge him. But a ‘probably’ wasn’t certain enough for his liking and Buck couldn’t handle another crushing blow tonight, both literally and figuratively. Tonight, he just wanted to pretend for one last time that Eddie was his in all the ways he wanted him to be and bask in the feeling of being held and safe in his arms.
Besides, Buck loved sex, he really did. And maybe he wasn’t exactly in the mood for it right now, but once he was in the moment he was sure he’d get there with a little help. But even if he didn’t, it would hardly be a hardship to go through with it anyway to fast forward things to the cuddling afterglow he was desperately craving. He always enjoyed pleasing his partners, even if he didn’t get anything in return himself and he had enough experience in playing his cards right with others to make sure that Eddie wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference. None of his previous hookups ever did, or maybe they just didn’t care. It was sex they wanted from him, after all.
And as far as Buck was concerned, sex was the price of admission he was always more than happy to pay.
Buck & Eddie's Christmas Eve: The Walmart Edition - dylaesthetics (10,137 | M | Friends to lovers, trapped together, Christmas, Implied Sexual Content)
“Never have I ever been trapped in a department store on Christmas Eve,” says Eddie, taking a sip of an IPA so expensive, he’s never allowed himself to purchase it.
Buck laughs. “Never have I ever? Seriously?”
“What? Did you want to do Spin the bottle instead?” jokes Eddie, appreciating the blush that creeps into his friend’s cheeks.
“Thought so. Drink up, cowboy.”
_____
OR During a last-minute hunt for a Secret Santa gift, Buck and Eddie accidentally get trapped in a Walmart overnight. Shenanigans ensue — some friendly ones, and some not so much…
