my buddie fics (chronologically)
Still Waters, 7k - Buck/Eddie, post s4 (AO3)
As Eddie lays on the hot pavement bleeding out, his eyes locked on Buck’s bloody face, his hand reaching out towards him, what washes over him isn’t his hard-earned stillness nor is it shock.
It’s clarity, edging slowly into focus from off-stage.
And when he wakes up in the hospital bed and registers a soft, slim hand in his, he thinks, “no, that’s not it.”
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Or, Five Ways Eddie’s Body Feels Different After the Shooting
Carve It Into Stone, 1.5k - Buck/Eddie + Chris, Sleepy Sickfic (AO3 link)
Caught in the rhythm of routine, Eddie remembers a few moments too late that he’s meant to be entering quietly when he gets home from work. Or: a self-indulgent Buck and Chris napping together fic because of this post.
Actually, Truly, 14k - Buck/Eddie, Helena POV, post-s4 (AO3)
Isabel calls to tell them Eddie’s been shot on a Thursday afternoon and by lunch on Friday Helena and Ramon are landing at LAX. When they land, they learn Eddie’s already home recovering and has been for two weeks.
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Or, Helena (and Ramon) tries to find a way back into Eddie’s life and doesn’t know what to make of finding Buck around every corner she turns.
Before the Night Fades, 8.6k - Buck/Eddie double date shenanigans (AO3)
“I have a bottle of champagne, four champagne flutes, one engagement ring to go into one of those champagne flutes, and a note to deliver it all to table 34 with dessert,” Tomas explains, wide-eyed, throwing his hand back to the prep station where said champagne is waiting on ice next to four flutes and a small ring box.
“Okay?”
“Okay so there’s two men and two women and I have no idea who’s getting proposed to. I’m not even 100% on who came with who."
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Or, EddieAna and BuckTaylor double date and it ruins everyone's night.
(Need You) Like a Hole in my Pocket, 11.9k - Repressed!Eddie figuring out he's allowed to want things for himself (AO3)
Before he was legally allowed to drink, Eddie looked out the passenger side window of his dad’s truck, and in the dusty, barren nothing of the Texan landscape, he saw his entire life written out for him in someone else’s handwriting.
Eleven years later, walking out of an emergency meeting at Christopher’s school over his son’s recent “behaviour”, Eddie thinks of the view out of his dad’s truck.
And when Buck asks, “So? What happened?”
Eddie lies.