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Remember that a short, open-ended prompt is easier to fill than something highly specific. E.g. "What if Buck and Eddie had exhibitionist sex at the gym?" is more likely to get a fill than "What if Buck and Eddie had sex at the gym, Buck came first, then someone walked in and they never spoke of it again. After a slow burn, they get together while Maddie is giving birth to her and Chimney's third child."

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there's a fic about this with buck cooking, i can find it and link it if you'd like

hmm. i have an idea, how do you feel about dubcon?

This is so hot

So hot and so lovely!! They love each other! All of bucks selfsoothing strategies! Eddie being so so fond 🥰

oh. wow.

Yay, I didn't think anyone was going to go for this. You can't imagine my excitement when I saw your post.

This was absolutely everything. I love the insight in Bobby's mind and how you incorporated that into all of this. I am also such a sucker for Bobby's darker and more dominant side, especially paired with Buck's bratty but actually very love-seeking self. It's all perfectly used here. And between the filthy smut the sprinkles of some sweet affection and something beautiful blossoming between them.

I mean: “So good, baby, fuck, look at you,” Buck whines, bites his lip and lifts his hips to rub against Bobby’s boot again. “You deserve more than that, sweetheart, come here.” -- Oh god, that's the whole vibe right there.

Thank you so much for filling this. This was absolutely magnificent!

I love it when he carries the burden 😍

buddie, established relationship

buck has a bad day and eddie wants to make it all better by making him come lots of times. just a ton of sweet, gentle sex please - eddie making buck come on his fingers, rimming, fucking him, ...

+ lots of praise & pet names <3
++ eddie gets off on buck being loud during sex
+++ include some of the bad day (idc what it is. leg is hurting, people are assholes, he's depressed, ...)

i just need some loving, hot buddie sex & fluff please.

ahh i love this and the s1 energy is amazing. I love the description of how Buck and Abby's date went, it's interesting to think how much them being interrupted shapes there relationship because the constant emergencies influence how they engage with each other, and the part about Buck offering Bobby to chance to be mean and Bobby responding instead with praise is delicious.

buddie, face timing: buck fucks himself with a dildo & eddie watches

+ eddie talking dirty and telling buck what to do
++ lots of pet names & praising from eddie

This is a little sappier than you probably wanted, but I hope you still enjoy! Thanks for the prompt <3

Check and Mate
by anonymous

Eddie can't believe this is his breaking point. But then again, it makes about as much sense as anything else.

They've been dancing around this for weeks. Weeks where Buck goes to apartment showing after apartment showing, but somehow nothing is ever right (this may be partly Eddie's fault, though Eddie just thinks it's a coincidence that whenever Buck asks his opinion on a place, there's always something seriously wrong with it). Weeks where they've fallen into a routine – work, groceries, cooking, laundry, my turn to vacuum, your turn to scrub the toilet – that's so seamless it should scare him.

Weeks where they finally decided (and he can't remember which one of them suggested it first) that they might as well share the bed since neither of them was getting any younger and the couch wasn't comfortable for more than a couple of nights in a row. Saves on laundry, too, Buck had said, as if he were looking for more reasons, ones that didn't include I like waking up beside you.

Because even though Eddie's spent months denying it after I'm your renter turned his whole goddamn world upside down at the worst possible time, now that they're living in each other's back pockets he can't pretend any longer. He's given up, he's raising the white flag, he's peeled off the label he stuck to his forehead all these years ago. He once told Chim that tomorrow isn't promised to anybody, and since the night he found out Bobby was gone he's known it's past time he took his own advice.

Is he gay? Bisexual? Pansexual? He honestly doesn't need a new label, what does it fucking matter anyway when the only person he can see, the only one who lights him up like a Fourth of July fireworks display, is Evan Buckley. He's in love, and deep down he thinks – hopes – it's for the last time.

He's pretty sure – maybe – possibly – that Buck loves him too. But stepping across that line is terrifying, because what if he's wrong and this is all one-sided? What if they try and Eddie messes it all up, the way he has every other relationship he's ever had?

And yes, it occurs to him Buck may be thinking the exact same thing. Which would be hilarious if it didn't make him want to take another baseball bat to his room, because his most trusted confidante is the one person he can't talk to about this.

And so they dance. And take turns scrubbing the toilet. And wake up tangled together, though one of them always pretends to be asleep until the other can escape to the shower (Eddie's a master by now of the five-minute jerk off session, whether in bed or under a tepid stream of water. He wonders if Buck is too, and whenever he thinks about it he cuts his time by at least a minute).

And then one day Eddie gets back from his therapy session to find Buck screwing a fancy silver hook into the wall beside the kitchen door. He startles when Eddie walks in from the dining room, nearly dropping the final screw in the process.

“Oh, h-hey, Eddie. You're home earlier than I thought you'd be.”

“Traffic was normal for once,” Eddie murmurs. “What happened, did you finally buy that paella pan?”

Buck shakes his head, smiling as he drives the screw home. “Nope. Something better. I hope.”

And then he reaches into a bag on the counter, takes out a small clipboard with a pen attached on a string and places it on the hook.

“So, uh,” Buck says, “I was at Skylight Books last week, looking for that new book on Mars for Chris, and they had these little checklist notepads. Some of them were practical, like grocery lists or chore charts, but that's sort of boring and we don't really need them anyway, and some of them were more silly or fun, like affirmations or funny 'take a message' pads. I looked at them for a while but none of them really seemed to fit so I – uh, made my own.”

Eddie peers at the clipboard, where a simple but well-designed checklist offers praise for a variety of things, from 'finishing your homework' to 'changing the sheets' to 'being there when I needed you.'

Eddie looks up at Buck. “This is – all in Spanish.”

Buck rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah, that's the part that took me a while because my Spanish is pretty rusty. I might've asked Tía Pepa to proofread the first couple for me. Good thing she loves my conchas. She said she was happy to do it, but I had to thank her, you know?”

“First couple...”

“There are other sheets, because having only one might get boring. There's a compliments one, an apology one, and I'm working on one for checking in – how are you feeling, I've noticed you haven't been talking as much, that kind of thing. I thought they might help keep the conversation going between you and Christopher, and help you get back to practicing your Spanish at the same time.”

Eddie's surprised his hands are steady when he takes the clipboard off the hook and starts flipping through the pages.

Buck took the time to make these, in a language he doesn't speak well, for their family. Eddie feels sort of dizzy with it. He opens his mouth, realizes he had nothing to say that isn't I'm so fucking in love with you it's driving me crazy, then closes it.

Buck clears his throat. “I know they're sort of corny. If you don't think you'll use them, I can –”

Eddie looks him in the eye. “Buck.” Great, now his hands are actually shaking – but maybe that's okay. He can show Buck this, because Buck's always accepted every part of him.

He flips to one of the apology pages, then takes the pen, fills in the blank space after Me disculpo... and hands the clipboard to Buck.

A little line appears between Buck's eyebrows. Eddie wants to smooth it away with his thumb.

“Por haber tenido miedo.” Buck looks up, concern etching deeper lines into his brow. “What are you afraid of?”

Eddie takes a step closer and has the satisfaction of seeing Buck's eyes widen. “That's past tense, Buck.”

Buck's mouth quirks in a tentative smile as his expression clears, and oh, he's beautiful. “Okay. What were you afraid of, Eddie?” he asks softly.

“This,” Eddie says, finally stepping across that line as he reaches up to cup Buck's cheek in the palm of his hand. Buck closes his eyes and leans into it eagerly, making a tiny, broken sound that Eddie chases with his mouth.

“I want you to stop looking for apartments,” Eddie gasps when they break apart.

“I stopped looking a week ago,” Buck confesses, equally breathless. “I couldn't make myself go to one more showing. I didn't know how to tell you.”

Eddie laughs, burying his face in Buck's neck. “We're ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but we're both the same flavor of ridiculous.” He kisses Eddie again, and Eddie winds his arms around Buck's shoulders – Christ, his shoulders are ridiculous.

“We can get your stuff out of storage. Figure out what to keep. Maybe your couch is better –”

“It's not, yours is perfect. Maybe a chair or two. I don't care. It's just stuff.”

“Stay with us. With me?”

“I'd love to,” Buck murmurs. “I love you, Eddie.”

“Love you right back,” Eddie says, and when Buck's answering grin is brighter than all the fireworks in the world, he knows they've both found home.

Epilogue

“So,” Buck says late that night, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on Eddie's chest, making Eddie shiver. “This is going to sound like a weird question, but, uh – do you have a thing for me and clipboards?”

Eddie purses his lips. “Maybe? After I stopped lying to myself about you, I started thinking back to all the times you did stuff that drove everybody else up the wall.”

Buck's fingers still. “O-okay?”

“What I mean is, none of that stuff ever bothered me. I mean, Hen was borderline homicidal whenever you brought out a clipboard, and I just thought it was –” Eddie shrugs. “Cute. Not that I could admit that to myself at the time.”

“You thought it was cute,” Buck says, arching a brow.

“Yeah. I thought a lot of the things you did were cute. Also dorky. Goofy. Adorable,” he continues, squirming away as Buck's fingers start tickling his ribs. “Shit, don't make me laugh, Christopher's asleep.”

Buck's fingers dig in and he kisses him with intent. Eddie arches up under him; God, he's already getting hard again. But then, one of the things he's learned about himself in the last few hours is that he likes being under Evan Buckley. A lot.

“So you love me because I'm a big dork?” Buck asks when they finally come up for air.

“That's part of it,” Eddie admits, threading a hand through Buck's hair. “But there are a hundred other reasons.”

Buck ducks his head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Buck hauls himself up, kneeing his way between Eddie's legs and bracing himself above him. He leans in to nip at Eddie's chin, making him groan. “Even though I can't conjugate a Spanish verb to save my life?”

“Mmm, well, I'm not perfect at that either.” Eddie hooks a leg around Buck's hips and pulls him down until most of Buck's delicious weight is on him. “How about we practice conjugating together?”

Buck blows a raspberry in the juncture of Eddie's neck and shoulder. “Now who's a dork?”

“Repeat after me, yo estoy amando –”

“Siempre,” Buck murmurs, and if his pronunciation is a little off, well, they can work on that too.

A/N: I can't believe I did a fade to black on a kink meme. *facepalm*

awwwww fucking shit!!! i can read dirty smut in public no problem, hardcore porn? my face is still and serene. but fluff? cute loving fluff? i'm a blushing giggling mess!
and this is so soft and cute <3
thank you <33333

Oh god, this has SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

Yay, thank you! I'm so glad you liked this one (also, I just realized I could have posted this in one part, omg the olden days of kink meme fills haunt me :D)

OP here!!! I loved this SO MUCH. They're both so sweet, i'm obsessed. thank you for writing this!!

ooo i would love this!!
seconding!!

Hours after Buck graduated from the Fire Academy—assigned to report to a Captain Nash at the 118 on Monday—he found himself in yet another seedy motel room. Tonight, Buck was with Angela. Angela was a repeat client of his and one of his favorites, a forty-something year old woman who’s recently divorced and discovering herself. And what she’s discovered is a certain enjoyment in Buck’s head between her thighs. There’s a sense of self-satisfaction Buck has in his ability to get her to orgasm over and over again. She yells his name and praises his “miracle tongue”, and she pays Buck extra to stick around for thirty minutes or so in the after while she smokes a cigarette and gossips about her family.

Buck thinks she must be lonely, but he doesn’t mind because he’s a little lonely too. And staying in a motel longer with her decreases how long he spends in his car for the night. So he leans back on the bed in just his boxers, listening to Angela rant.

“And then my bitch sister started going off about how I was the reason Mom left. Can you believe that? She thinks it’s my fault, after everything she did.”

Buck makes the appropriate gasped sound and nods along as she explains everything her sister has been doing over the past twenty years. And, honestly, he agrees with Angela—she sounds like a bitch.

When she’s finished her tirade, Angela takes a long drag of her cigarette. “Anyways, enough about me and my problems. What’s going on in Buck’s life?”

Buck smiles and lets his head fall back onto the pillow. She asks him this every time, and Buck’s always grateful for it, even though he usually gives her vague answers. Protecting his anonymity and all that. But today…

Buck just graduated. And he has no one to tell. Sure, he sent his sister a fucking postcard, but he doesn’t know if she’ll ever get it, and it’s not like he has a return address anymore. Not after Connor and his friends moved from LA making it impossible for Buck to pay the rent there alone. And he doesn’t talk to his parents these days.

So really, Buck’s all alone. Just like Angela, with no one to tell. So he breaks a rule.

“I just graduated, actually.” Buck lifts his head to give her a wry grin. “From the Fire Academy. I’m going to be a firefighter.”

Angela coughs, choking a little on her smoke. “Really?”

“Yeah, passed with flying colors and everything.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here, boy? You should be out celebrating, not listening to all my woes.”

Buck’s eyes rest on the water-stained ceiling. “Maybe I just like spending time with you.”

“Oh, honey.” Angela draws out the word, voice dripped with something too close to pity. “I don’t pay you enough to lie to me like that.”

He chuckles at that, but she doesn’t let up.

“I’m serious. I thought you were some drug addict or something. Why are you selling yourself for sex when you’ve got a whole career ahead of you?”

And that’s the question, isn’t it. There’s a kind of shame that comes with choosing to do this. He probably could have picked up some part-time work as a bartender. Or something, but…

“I’m living out of my car right now,” Buck admits. “I don’t have any family who would help me, and I… I used to do this when I was younger. When I first left my parents.”

Angela’s eyes narrow. “How old were you?”

“Nineteen. I was legal.”

“Barely.”

“Either way, I was younger and it was easy. It’s still easy, in some ways. I’m good at it.”

“Yeah you are.” Angela grins.

“Thanks.” He can feel his cheeks warm despite himself. “I like doing it too, in some ways. Like making people feel good.”

She hums and twirls her cigarette around in her fingers before answering. “When you start your new job, you’ll stop?”

Buck shrugs. “I’ll probably do it less, but the money’s still good. As a probationary firefighter, I still won’t make a lot.” He gives her a flirtatious grin, just the way he knows she likes. “You can still call me, if you’d like.”

“Well, I’ll probably take you up on that for as long as you offer it. Even though the mother in me thinks that you should probably stop.”

“I will when I can.” Buck doesn’t think it’s a lie. “But for now…”

“But for now, you’ll continue to make me come more times in one night than my husband managed in our entire marriage.”

Buck laughs deep at that, and Angela snuffs out her cigarette into the ashtray, and tosses Buck his shirt from the floor.

“Now get out of here. You’ve got to rest up before you start working twenty-four hour shifts.”

———

Buck’s probationary year starts off rocky, to say the least. He’s pretty sure his entire team vies him as an asshole fuck boy, and showing up to work in clothes that smell like day-old sweat certainly doesn’t help their opinion of him. At least the station has showers, and when he works, he gets to spend the night in a real, bonafide bed.

The combination of his salary and his… side job add up slowly, but a couple months in, and Buck has almost enough for a deposit on an apartment. Now if only he could find a landlord willing to look past his credit score…

His impulsivity takes him back a couple steps. In an effort to make his new captain like him, Buck spends way too much of his savings on Springteen tickets. He lies and claims that he was given them by a friend who ended up having a time conflict so he doesn’t look so pathetic, trying to buy his captain’s favor. But either way, it works and Buck thinks Bobby likes him. Maybe he’ll let him stick around.

And Buck loves his job. He loves helping people, he loves wearing the uniform, and he loves being a firefighter. He wouldn’t do anything to risk losing it, and being a prostitute would certainly be grounds, but he can’t afford to stop yet.

But no one can find out. Not about his sex work, and not about him still sleeping in his car five months in.

All in all, Buck is grateful that it’s Hen.

Buck should have been more careful. Shouldn’t have met with a client after such a crazy shift. But this client always pays well, and Buck’s only meeting with a few clients these days anyways, and isn’t picking up any new ones, so he can’t really afford to say no.

So, he lets the guy fuck his mouth and his ass and press bruises and hickeys into his skin, and he washes himself up quickly in the motel bathroom before stepping out. He needs a real shower, but this man always hates when he overstays his welcome.

Buck’s bone tired. So tired, that when he walks out of the motel room, he almost doesn’t notice the woman stepping up to the one nextdoor. Almost.

He looks over just in time to catch Hen’s expression shifting from something wild into confusion. Her hand raised to knock on the door drops.

“Buck?”

“Hen?” Buck’s voice comes out wrecked, and he winces hearing it.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

Buck sets his shoulders back. On the defense. “What are you doing here?”

Hen looks from the door to Buck and back to the door again. In a split second, she makes a decision.

“Nothing. I’m doing… nothing. I’m leaving. I shouldn’t have come here.”

Buck gives her a long look, but Hen doesn’t elaborate. She steps in closer to look at Buck.

The light of the full moon is no doubt illuminating the fresh bruises on his skin, and Buck doesn’t meet her eyes.

“Jesus, Buckley. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Buck pushes past her and heads for the stairs. He’s all but power-walking to his car, but Hen matches his pace.

“Look, Buck. Obviously you just— and I’m not judging. God, that’d be hypocritical as fuck considering what I almost did, but I’m— I know this awkward, but I care about you, okay? I’m honestly just asking if you’re alright? Whatever guy you were with must be some kind of vampire.”

Buck stiffens, and Hen misunderstands it.

“Or— or girl,” she’s quick to say. Which is nice, considering Buck isn’t out at work, but very unnecessary. It’s obvious from Buck’s voice that he was sucking dick. But if she accepts Buck being closeted as an excuse for him being shady right now, he’ll take it.

“Look, can we just forget about this?” Buck asks, opening his car door with more force than necessary. “Can we both just go home?”

He’s lying. Buck doesn’t have a home to go to, but he needs to get out of Hen’s concerned gaze.

Buck gets in his car and tries to pretend that Hen isn’t watching him. His car doesn’t start.

“Shit.”

“I can give you a ride,” Hen offers.

Buck shakes his head. “I have cables in the back. You could help me jump it?”

He pointedly doesn’t talk to Hen after the cars are hooked up. He stares at the pavement instead, hoping she’ll leave well enough alone.

“I was going to sleep with Eva.” Hen’s voice cuts through the silence, and Buck looks up.

“Eva?”

“My ex. She got out of prison. I was… I don’t know what I was thinking. Maybe it’s the full moon.” Hen rolls her eyes. “It doesn’t matter. If you hadn’t walked out of that door and snapped me out of it…”

Hen trails off, and Buck doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do with this.

“I’m only telling you this to let you know that… It’s okay. Whatever it is you’re doing, or whatever it is that’s making you so nervous around me. It’s fine. I’m not going to judge you. Again, I’d be the world’s biggest hypocrite.”

Buck nods, but when he opens his mouth the only thing he says is. “Do you think the engine’s been running long enough?”

The jump didn’t work. The battery of Buck’s Jeep is probably dead. If Hen wasn’t here, it’d be fine. He’d just sleep in the motel parking lot and call an Uber to he buy a battery tomorrow, but Hen’s here and she’s about to offer to give him a ride and he doesn’t have anywhere for her to take him. He needs to come up with an excuse fast.

“I’ll just go back up,” Buck says. “Stay the night.”

“No, Buck, I’ll give you a ride.”

“Seriously, I want to stay. He’s a mechanic. He’ll probably fix it for free if I ask tomorrow.”

Buck’s scared sometimes of how easy the lies fall off him.

Hen’s silent for a bit at his pronoun mention, then she keeps going.

“He’ll fix your car for free but you’re meeting at a motel?”

Buck doesn’t have an answer for that.

“Just let me drive you home. We have the next few days off, I’ll pick you up tomorrow and take you to get a battery. It’s the least I could do, really. You saved me from making the worst mistake of my life.”

And so Buck gets into Hen’s car. He ends up giving her the address of Connor’s old place. He doesn’t know who’s living there now, and he hopes to God that Hen’s not someone who waits and watches the person they drop off go through the door, because he doesn’t know what he’d do with that. He’s only got so many lies left in him.

So when Hen pulls up to the house and sees a minivan and several children’s bikes in the driveway, and says, “Are you sure this is the right address?”, Buck knows he’s been caught out.

“Uh.” His brain is like an etch-a-sketch. “It’s where I used to live.”

“And why are we here?”

“I…” Buck doesn’t know how to finish that sentence.

“The truth, Buckley. Please.”

“I used too live here, and then the guys I was living with moved, and I couldn’t afford this place. And, uh, rent in LA is really expensive, and, well, I have a really shit credit score.”

“What?” is all Hen says.

“Can you just take me back to my car?” Buck spits out, looking forward through the windshield. His stomach rolls. I’ve said too much.

“Your car? Are you telling me that you’re sleeping in your car?”

He doesn’t even bother with a response at that point, the shame settling in somewhere deep. Nobody was supposed to find out about this. At least she doesn’t know what else he’s been doing.

“Jesus.” Hen splits the word dramatically. Je-sus. “I’m not gonna drop off at your car, Buck. You’re coming home with me.”

“Hen, no.” Buck whips around to her. “That’s not what’s happening.”

“I’m driving this car back to my house. You’re coming with whether you like it or not.”

“Then just drop me off here. I’ll Uber back like I was planning.”

“You’re not getting out of this car.” Hen pulls away now, speeding more than she should on the residential road like she’s worried Buck is going to literally jump out.

“And what are you going to tell Karen then?” Buck tries, feeling mean to cover up his embarrassment. “That you fucking happened upon me at a motel? Gonna tell her what you were doing there?”

Hen sighs. “I’ll have to tell her that I was considering visiting Eva. She deserves my honesty. But not tonight. Karen’s polite. She’ll let you stay without questions. We can help, Buck. You don’t have to do everything alone.”

“I don’t need your help,” Buck continues, but his heart’s not really in the fight. Not after how long this day has been. He still feels gross, and he thinks Hen would let him shower if he asked.

“I want to give it to you. Please.”

Buck nods. He lets the rest of the drive pass in silence, resting his forehead against the cool glass of the window.

When they get to the house, Karen is already in bed. Buck doesn’t even have to ask to use the shower because Hen all but pushes him towards it.

“You smell like sex and motel rooms.”

“Gee thanks.”

She gives him a towel and a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt. “The pants will probably be short.”

Buck waves it off, feeling small all of sudden. The weight of Hen’s kindness is already crushing. He doesn’t know what to do with it.

“I’m going to bed. I’ll set some blankets on the couch for you, alright?”

“Okay.” Buck steps towards the shower, but then he turns back. “Oh, and Hen?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Hen’s face is unbearably soft. “Seriously, Buck. I’m happy to help.”

A/N: Not super resolved at the end, but I had a lot of fun writing it!!! Might write more where someone actually finds about about the sex work if anyone’s interested in a part 2. Feel free to let me know what you might want to see in it / who you’d wanna see find out :)

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