#buck-centric

[mybuddieficrecs]

Lord what fools these mortals be | T | 8k | @spurfasaurus

At a low point, Buck makes a wish to find someone who can love him back - and gets what he wished for. Unfortunately, the wish seems to be effecting everyone except the one person he really wishes it would.

This is a let's-torture-Buck fic but make it fun, and I absolute love it

[babybucks]

so unsure of your welcome

pre-slash buck/eddie | gen | 461 words

s07e04 ficlet + jealous buck + insecure buck

There’s an itchy feeling that Buck can’t place. It started when he saw Eddie and Tommy leaving together on a helicopter, got worse when he had to hear about ringside tickets and muay thai and karaoke and trivia bars, and became impossible to ignore with when you meet somebody and you just click. Or: a ficlet of Buck spiraling up to the basketball scene.

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[911ficrecs]

one part trust, three parts betrayal (just add fire) by wonderfool (foolmetal) - 14,925 words, mature

Summary: Buck's parents are in town. It all goes downhill from there.

[halinski]

The trajectory of space

Idk what grammar is. This was written between 12-3am and started out as just a personal breakdown coping mechanism and turned into toothrotting Buddie/Buckley-Diaz family fluff so make of it what you will

And there they were, just like from his childhood. Lava stone inlaid with different kinds of gems, which were proclaimed to be various kinds of good luck charms. He remembers very well the one he had chosen at 10 years old, like he had something to prove to the world.

'Family is everything.'

'Family always comes first.'

'Family is the strongest bond.'

There's nothing funny, or ionic about it. Just proof that an unwavering constant in his life was that yearning for that comfort or love.

He remembers very well the temptation to choose an other stone, though the name of it had been wiped. The point is, he felt watched, as if he was being judged. Better choose the right one, or else.

But of course, or else happened either way. No miniature replica of an ancient lava god nor its original entity could change the fact that even if he consistently chose his family over everything else, they didn't choose him.

The writing on the tag of the Keychain had weathered far faster than his hope, although he still knew exactly what the title spelled 9 years later as he stared at the box of his most important trinkets for the last time. Before he let go of everything that had meant anything to him and left behind his long gone belief of the perfect family family, he illusion of a happy, fulfilling life, his sense of self, which was entirely bound to the people in his life who couldn't love him like he needed him to.

So what if everything he had grown up believing was thrown out the window and he was drifting the unknown world, unbound, like a lost soul, seemingly naive to the worlds dangerous, tricky workings?

It had been his first real personal choice, and truth was, he had to fight like hell all the same at home as out here.

So what, when he had persevered and found what really mattered.

What family really meant. How love truly felt, because it did exist, believe it or not.

"Buck!" Christopher is shaking his arm and Buck blinks away the memories, turns from the old fiery rage of history turned coal, and to he constellation of sun, stars and moon Keychains hanging from the boy's fingers.

"Sorry, I spaced out there a bit, bud. Was trying to count all the stars that exist out there. What do you think? 2 billion?" he asks as nudges teh dangling depiction of stars.

"Noooo," Christopher chides. "There are billions and billions. An endless amount. You told me so yourself, Buck. You're not that old yet to be so forgetful!"

Eddie throws Buck a questioning gaze over the curly growing head of his son, worry written in the gentle stress lines Buck loved to soothe over with his thumb. They were a tribute to all the man had been through. All the times life had tried to wear him out, drag him down and keep him there, kicking and screaming, and how every time, Eddie fought his way back out to them.

Buck smiles at him softly, delegating any serious discussions for later and assures him by capturing his fingers in a light grip. Everything would be okay, as long as they all had each other.

"Endless. Yes, right. I remember," Buck nods. "So, what was the question?"

"Dad said we can each get one Keychain, and I want to get these three because they're like the three of us. You know, like he always says I'm his Northstar. And how you're always there like the moon so we're never alone and Dad is the sun!"

And yeah, Buck would agree with that wholeheartedly. It had been a long, dark night before these two had brought some light into his world. He still can't believe he got to be a part of this trio.

Family.

Eddie is shaking his head next to him at the obvious, cheeky attempt of pulling at their eartstrings all for personal gain, albeit smiling because he was just as whipped by it as Buck.

"Chris, let me tell you something." Buck places a hand on his shoulder, needing the connection for a moment although he was sure the preteen would roll his eyes at him for his sentimentality. It didn't matter. Buck was too touched and too full of love to contain it. He entangles his other arm from Eddie so he can wrap it around him and pull him in for this confession.

"The two of you are my sun, moon and all stars, so you go ahead and take all of those for yourself and we'll get another sun for your dad to put on his keys so he'll stop 'misplacing' them," Buck says, hoping his earnesty conveys despite the lighthearted tone.

Eddie's ear is warm against his ear as Buck leans in to place a kiss to his temple and rest there for a moment to regroup. Breathe in his partner's scent and feel his steady presence like an anchor by his side.

"Sap," Eddie mutters, as if to save face, but he can't hide the grin that stretches from ear to ear even as he ducks his head. Buck can feel his hand grasp onto his shirt as a reciprocal.

Christopher hurries back to the keychain stand with reinforced vigor on his crutches and Buck can already feel himself tearing up from the emotional ride. He really doesn't need more than this in his life. All these years he's been searching, scouring the world- literally -reaching as high and low and far as he possibly could, but all it took was overpriced touristy keychains and two people to find where you belong, apparently.

He's not expecting it when Eddie tugs at him gently, catching his attention with a gentle but urgent, "Hey."

Eddie's expression is unguarded, which alone almost has Buck holding his breath, because he could swear he's about to start vibrating from the love he can see, feel, taste raditing off of the other man.

Like he had said, he didn't need more, probably wouldn't be able to stomach more-

"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" Eddie states anyway, and all Buck can do is laugh wetly, dropping his head to Eddie's shoulder just for a moment. If they're already being disgusting romantic in public, might as well milk it a second longer.

"Don't you dare make me ugly cry in a mall full of people," Buck replies, voice already hoarse, just as brittle as he feels. Shaky like he's just about to be the next Supernova. (Another one). But this time he has a hand taking his firmly, grounding him in his core.

"Let's go home then," Eddie urges, leading the way.

Warmth blossoms to instantly fill the cracks in Buck's edges.

Home.

((and if Buck proposes in the planetarium, under the sky lit by a full moon, and they choose the same place to officially ask Chris about Buck adopting him, well that's for them to know and treasure as a family))

[mybuddieficrecs]

All the Things We Already Knew | Not Rated | 21k | jupiterfics

It's the smoke that wakes him, seeping into his apartment not ten minutes after he finally knocks off. He's off the couch in half a second, heart pounding with adrenaline, at the kitchen counter before he even realizes that the familiar smell in his nose is burning insulation. There isn't any alarm going, no sprinklers on, no neighbors screaming or doors banging open, but Buck knows. "9-1-1," says a vaguely familiar voice on the other end of the phone once he punches in the numbers. "What's your emergency?"

I’ve said it a hundred times before, and I’ll say it a hundred times again: always a proponent of Putting Buck Through It

[mybuddieficrecs]

fingerprints | E | 8k | @cavka

In which Buck, reeling from the fact that his best friend is moving to Texas, does questionable things with Eddie's personnel file, impulsively gets a tattoo, realizes he's in love, and discovers that Eddie does, in fact, match his freak.

You know a fic is going to be wild (affectionate) when the third tag is “HR violations”

[mybuddieficrecs]

with you i’m a little bit found | E | 4k | @spaceshipkat

Buck waits for Eddie to tell him to leave. Eddie never will.

The tag “buck is just a stray dog searching for his forever home” could not be more accurate

[mybuddieficrecs]

tailspinning | E | 15k | @doitbuckley

Eddie tells Buck he’s moving to Texas. In response—as the world’s most supportive, caring and well-adjusted best friend—these are three things Buck absolutely does not do: 1. Keep tabs on Eddie, his calendar activity and his iPhone location so that he can spend as much time with Eddie as humanly possible before he leaves. 2. Almost violate California Penal Code 646.9. 3. Lose his entire fucking mind.

Last hiatus fic rec for today and going out with a bang :) this fic hits hard if you’re a freak4freak fan