Ever wonder why Buck got rid of the Jeep? Well, perhaps someone put a curse on it that made the radio play only one station full of songs about pining from decades ago that Buck has probably never heard before! It could happen. Anyway, this is the mix he gave in and made with the songs that reminded him of his situationship with his best friend. Then he traded the Jeep in for a fuck ass product placement truck. THE END!
(Click keep reading for the tracklist, links to listen on Apple/Spotify/Qobuz, and me rambling about why the hell i made this ridiculous thing!)
Playlist · 15 Songs
Open Qobuz
I’ve been lurking in the Buddie fandom and recently decided to dive into the deep end. There’s nothing I love more than a mixtape, but tbh I think I skew a little older than a lot of fandom. I also don’t listen to the radio, so I am not up on new artists and song. However, I’m intimately familiar with pining songs from the 80s and 90s! I also got the itch to play with some fanart which I haven’t done in like 10 years.
The first thing that inspired it was the exchange between Buck and Athena in the 1st episode. I find it hilarious that Buck apparently has no knowledge of the musical stylings of TLC. (Even though he has a turntable apparently?) And if that is true, I doubt he was familiar with Whatta Man either, making it an extra insane song for Eddie’s introduction to the 118.
There are at lease 4 versions of this mix in my qobuz. I’ve been obsessively listening and tweaking for a few weeks and finally landed on this one. It was just going to be a random mix tape, but I wanted a way that Buck might have be exposed to these songs. I chose the most realistic way, naturally!
Eddie will insist to his deathbed that he used to be a productive member of society, before Buck.
He's a single father! A war veteran! A first responder! He's good at basketball and boxing and fixing cars and can now make a pretty mean bowl of pasta. He's competent and organized and professional and--
-- about ten minutes from being late to his shift, if he doesn't get around to zipping his pants up in, oh, the next three minutes.
"Stop trying to sabotage my professional career," he says to the menace standing in the way of Eddie maintaining his very professional reputation.
Buck's dimple comes out as his smile tilts into something innocent, eyes batting sweetly as he tilts his head, revealing the long line of hickeys that Eddie left from his jaw to his collar last night. Goddammit, past Eddie, you should've known better than to give Buck that ammunition.
"I dunno what you're talking about," he says, sugar-sweet. "I'm just sitting here. All alone. All...ready."
At the last word, he shifts slightly, and the blankets around his waist follow his movements like well-trained backup dancers. It pools lower, revealing the jut between the soft swell of his stomach and the thick firmness of his hip, the dark hair at his pelvis like a siren song.
"Buck," Eddie says. It's supposed to sound stern, but he's pretty sure that the croak in his word makes him sound more like a man dying of thirst. Saliva pools around his tongue. He swallows. The sound makes Buck's grin inch a little bigger.
Big, like--
Eddie shakes his head. "I have a shift," he says, a plea more for any gods that might be listening than himself or the man in his bed.
Buck scoffs slightly. "It's the 133," he says. "What are you gonna miss, a cat in a tree?"
It's an absurd argument, not in the least because Buck is even more obsessed with work than Eddie is, and treats cats in trees with a sort of solemn gravity that Eddie has always found deeply charming. Apparently, the only thing Buck finds more important than the sacred responsibility of saving small animals from tall structures is tempting Eddie into hell.
Any retort Eddie might have, though, is cut off by Buck lifting himself off the mattress, shifting on his knees as the blankets fall uselessly around his pale skin, the golden hair on his legs, the thick curve of his cock falling against his thigh. He moves towards Eddie. Eddie, despite not being particularly close to Buck, takes a step back.
"Eddie." Buck grins, cheesy and absurdly handsome.
Eddie has the absurd urge to say something like get back, harlot, like he's a man in an old-timey noir being seduced by a femme fatale. Instead, he makes a noise that is not a whine at the back of his throat, eyes desperately trying to stay above Buck's waistline. It doesn't work particularly well.
"Eddie," Buck repeats, a long line of gold and muscle, shifting forward on their plain cotton sheets that look like they're made of silk when they're shifting beneath the muscles of his knees, calves, feet.
He's so fucking beautiful, and Eddie loves him so much, is the thing. So maybe he doesn't protest quite as much as he should when Buck reaches him with those long, long arms and drags him stumbling onto their mattress.
Buck giggles as he falls backwards onto the bed, Eddie scrambling to brace himself on his forearms over him. Buck swings a long, muscular leg around Eddie's waist, bringing his cock so close to Eddie's unzipped crotch. Eddie's eyes flutter down, then back to Buck's infuriating, smiling face.
"Baby," Eddie moans, as Buck reaches into his underwear to pull his dick out the front of his pants, fingers calloused and warm and just tight enough. It's on this side of too dry, but still so good because it's Buck, and Eddie has never felt anything less than wild for Buck.
"Yeah, there we go," Buck's voice hums, aroused and sweetly smug. He guides Eddie's cock between his thighs, until it's sliding against Buck's leaking dick with a slide that goes slick and mind-numbing immediately. "C'mon, just-- yes, just like that--"
Eddie makes an embarrassing, breathy noise as his hips stutter alongside Buck's, Buck's leg on his back guiding them in a rhythm that feels too indulgently slow for the rush of the morning. He tries to speed up, a little, but Buck winds his other leg around Eddie's ankle and presses down, making Eddie whine in protest as they move like they have the day ahead of them instead of minutes.
But Eddie doesn't care about that, anymore. Eddie can only care about the soft skin of Buck's neck as he presses his mouth to a bruise there, the sound of Buck's delighted moan. It's a genuine tragedy, Eddie thinks, that he can't feel the rasp of Buck's leg hair or the softest bits of his skin or the taut muscle forcing Eddie into indulgence, into joy, into a sticky-sweet slide of skin that renders his mind into something simple and fuzzy and warm. Something that is not Eddie's neatly-tucked edges but is all Buck, all Buck's, instead.
"Fuck, Buck--" Eddie's movements stutter, pleasure building and cresting like dawn light through their curtains in the earliest moments of their day, a sliver, a thread, then brilliant light. "I'm-- I'm--"
"Yeah," Buck slurs, curling a hand into Eddie's hair, his lips warm as they press into Eddie's cheek. "Give it to me, sweetheart. Let me have this."
And Eddie does, spilling over Buck's stomach, Buck joining him with a laugh and a groan, hips still moving alongside each other like they can't quite bear to stop.
A moment. Two. Buck breathes heavily against Eddie's neck.
"Wow," he says. "I can't believe you're gonna be late for your shift with the 133. How unprofessional of you."
Eddie groans, thunks his head into the mattress, and smacks Buck's shoulder.
i have an insatiable hunger for connection and an inescapable urge to isolate myself from others and they play catch with my mortal soul like it’s some kind of bean bag or something
going to sleep thinking about eddie tipsy and lax and red in the cheeks, swaying a little on his feet but grinning so big, so bright when karen opens the front door and there's buck. his big beautiful buck <3 because maddie texted him to come pick eddie up from their wine night. on account of eddie not being able to shut up about him and how much he missed him and wanted to see him and touch him. something something buck walks in and eddie goes liquid, smile melting into something soft and gooey, arms sliding around buck's neck like that's where they belong, petting over his hair, his cheek, his jaw. maddie and karen cooing in the background. eddie telling buck he missed him and buck telling him he wasnt far, just at home with chris, to which eddie replies i know, still missed you though and buck can only smile sweetly and tell him missed you too. now, c'mon, let's get you home. and eddie will reply 'kay and let buck wind an arm around his waist and lead him towards the door and eddie will throw a wave over his shoulder towards maddie and karen and buck will tell them to drink some water, if theyre anywhere near as tipsy as eddie is, and they'll just smile and laugh and say okay and then buck will help eddie into the car before sliding in himself and eddie will let his head loll back against the seat as he watches buck, wearing this soft in love expression. and buck will ask what? and eddie will shake his head. say, nothing. just love you. and buck will reach across the console and take his hand and say i love you too. and then he'll drive them home.
Did you know there's a gap in my baseboards? I sure didn't!
Fortunately she's easy to lure out, because hers is the greed described in the bible. She knows her name but the problem is that verbal recall is never, ever going to be as valuable as a warm, humid hole (because ofc the dishwasher was going when this happened), so I had to lure her gluttonous ass out with a reptilink.
Anyways, I'm stopping at the dollar store for a pool noodle after work because this hole needs filling and I would prefer to be the one to fill it- not the damn lizard.
