oceanic_impala
Fandoms
- 9-1-1 (TV) (5)
- RJ Decker (TV 2026) (1)
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
His first thought, hilariously and perhaps teetering on the edge of insane, was how the compartment looked like a crude recreation of The Shining, blood smeared across brown wall paneling and contrasting horrifically against silver handle bars, an equally as terrifying splatter of red all over the white tile to boot. His eyes followed down the trail that led from the wall straight down to the floor, falling onto a familiar body.
Eddie laid there, slumped back against the wall. His shirt was notably missing, instead bunched up and limply pressed into his side by blood-stained hands. Pressed into the side of a bloody chest.
Oh, there was so much blood on him. -
Tags
Summary
Buck found himself sitting precariously on their roof, underneath the hot Los Angeles sun. Thank god it stopped raining, Buck had originally thought, but now, after wiping off the sweat from his forehead for the third time, he would've liked a little bit of the cloud cover to sick around. He had barely been out here that long, too! As if Eddie, who was loitering around on solid ground making sure the ladder didn't run away, could sense his discomfort, he gracefully— his words, not Buck's— tossed another water bottle up at Buck.
"You're drinking us out of house and home, Buckley," he teased, barely catching the empty bottle that Buck threw back, because good grief, was he thirsty, and chugged the water bottle in less than a minute— most of it, anyways, he's pretty sure like a tenth of the bottle ended up on his shirt.
"It's hot out here, man," Buck groaned. To his delight, he was finally able to pull up all the soiled shingles, the real fun of the afternoon beginning.
"Sure is hot," Buck could barely hear what Eddie had said, but he did, a shiver creeping up his back at the words. Eddie was definitely not talking about the weather.
-
Tags
Summary
"Um, yeah," Emi tried avoiding looking directly into RJ's eyes, but failed, and lazily raised a hand towards the exit. "I'm gonna leave now."
RJ nodded, giving a soft okay in return as she spoke. Another thing Emi noticed about the trailer, another thing she hated, was how awfully cramped it was. This metal box only made for one, she had to remind herself, just suck in your gut as you walk, or something.
"If you could, just," she started, tip toeing her way closer to RJ, "you know,"
"Absolutely," he whispered, stepping back maybe an inch, his body pressing against the counter behind him to form a little bit of room for Emi to walk by. It was barely anything, Emi grimaced in her mind. RJ was looking smug, too.
She avoided eye contact with RJ at first, who stared right into her soul, but she couldn't deny the fact she was walking by as slow as unnoticeably possible, hoping, selfishly, that RJ could move his hands and grab her by the hips. She looked him in the eyes. Emi wondered, distantly, if his thoughts lined up with hers. He grabbed her hips.
"Wait,"
1x06 what-if
-
Tags
Summary
Eddie must have moved around too much while waking up, because Buck was quick to notice Eddie's consciousness.
"Hi," he whispered, turning his phone off and tossing it on a pillow to the side. Eddie yawned.
"Hello," Eddie's voice still came out congested, but at least the pounding in his head from earlier was gone. "What time is it?"
"A little after one," Buck replied. He started to rub his hand up and down Eddie's back, and Eddie melted into the touch. Eddie tried to shift his body again, chasing a little more comfort, but gasped when he moved his hips. Buck hummed into Eddie's hair.
"Okay down there?" He asked.
Eddie let out a shaky exhale. "All— all good," he stuttered. He felt Buck press a kiss to his scalp. The hand that was previously rubbing circles into Eddie's back trailed down, catching against Eddie's hip. His other hand found place just short of the curve of Eddie's ass.
-
casual dry humping for a casual tuesday -
hypothesis, experiment, and maybe a few other skipped steps by oceanic_impala
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
30 Mar 2026
Tags
Summary
"I think we established I can't even feel anything—" Eddie cut himself off, almost regrettably yanking his hand back from Buck's grip. He ignored the clenching feeling in his stomach.
"Who— who would I even submerge my lips with, Buck? It's not like I can find a willing participant on such short notice."
Or want to, his brain helpfully tacked on. In hindsight, maybe Eddie should have realized what was going to happen the moment those words left his mouth, but there were no takesie-backsies, not with Evan Buckley.
Buck's mouth opened and closed a few times, as if for once in his life he was deciding whether or not he should say it, like the words would ruin whatever weird moment had transpired between the two, and Eddie almost wanted to welcome the out of left field comment that could come from his best friend's mouth, but Buck made his decision before Eddie could, and only stuttered a little bit as the words came tumbling out his mouth.
"You could kiss me,"
-
Eddie receives a lidocaine injection and does a few things in the name of science.
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
"You, uh, you ever heard of—of a prostate massage?" Buck asked. He had his hand resting on Eddie's shoulder now, with Eddie still holding onto his wrist.
Eddie huffed out a laugh best he could. "Don't tell me you learned that in, uh, in Peru." He said, trying to keep his voice light and joking as if it would dispell the tense air lighting up the room. As if it could hide the way he felt himself twitch in his briefs hearing Buck say prostate massage.
Buck smiled, not quite laughing as he replied. "No, that one is from other sources." He said. "Really good for stress relief, though. Tried and true."
Eddie shifted underneath Buck, feeling the stiff flagpole tucked away in his pants. He was leaking steadily now, the front of his underwear damp and sticking to him uncomfortably. He let go of Buck's wrist, bringing his hands up to sit underneath his head while he arched his back ever-so-slightly up towards Buck.
"If you think it'll help." He says, hoarse and much more sultry than he meant.
OR
the platonic prostate massage fic
Bookmarked by oceanic_impala
09 Jun 2026
-
Tags
Summary
And all of that was why, on their seventeenth day on Mars, Buck had shoved Eddie out of the way during the emergency evacuation, knowing it meant his own death instead of Eddie’s. Buck trusted Eddie to help get everyone else home, and Eddie had someone to go home for. Someone who needed him and loved him. Someone who Buck loved, even without ever meeting. He wasn’t going to let Chris grow up without a father. So in the split second he had to think after seeing the communications dish flying at them through the storm that was chasing them off the planet fourteen days early, he’d pushed Eddie out of the way, hoping like hell it would be enough and knowing he wouldn’t live long enough to find out.
--
Or, when their mission to Mars goes wrong, Buck gets stranded and the rest of the crew does everything they can to save him. | Fic is complete at ~120k words and posting 2-3x a week as I edit.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 120,347
- Chapters:
- 34/34
- Comments:
- 593
- Kudos:
- 535
- Bookmarks:
- 188
- Hits:
- 16,589
Bookmarked by oceanic_impala
26 May 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Well,” Maddie started, “Eddie, that is my brother, Buck. This is a very on-brand first impression for him.”
Grinning, Eddie turned back to Buck and held his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Buck. I’m Eddie.”
Buck grasped his hand and squeezed it.
Wow. His hands were big. Eddie felt his face turn hot.
“Pleasure is all mine, Eddie.” Buck smiled at him and continued to hold his hand for longer than necessary.
Eddie didn’t mind.
OR: Buck first meets Eddie at Maddie and Chimney's dinner party. It goes about as well as expected.
Series
- Part 1 of I Met You At A Dinner Party
Bookmarked by oceanic_impala
24 May 2026
-
Tags
Summary
"That is. Okay. Where do I start." Pushing off the counter — hands need to be free for this. "Number one. That is not how being secure in your sexuality works. Number two. That is the opposite of how it works. Number three. Most straight men who are secure in their sexuality do not, as a method of confirming this, seek out gay sex. That is— Eddie, that is gay. The thing you are describing is gay. The act of doing it is gay. There is no version of this where you end up more straight at the other end."
Eddie scoffs. "You don't know that."
"I do know that."
"You don't."
"Eddie, I am bi. I have personally conducted this experiment. The results are in."
Or,
Eddie asks Buck to fuck him to prove he's straight. Things go about as well as you'd think.Series
- Part 1 of veni, vidi, vici
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 16,297
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Comments:
- 188
- Kudos:
- 3,524
- Bookmarks:
- 713
- Hits:
- 30,818
Bookmarked by oceanic_impala
16 May 2026
-
Tags
Summary
"Hey," Buck says.
Eddie doesn’t move, eyes focused eerily on the ceiling.
"Ambulance is coming. Should be quick."
"Great," Eddie says, and his voice is flat and far away and scraped raw and he still isn’t looking at Buck, he is looking at the ceiling, he has committed to the ceiling, he and the ceiling are in a relationship now and Buck is the other woman.
"I'm really sorry."
"It's fine."
"It's—" Buck looks at Eddie's dick. He looks away from Eddie's dick. He looks at the wall again. "Eddie, it's purple."
"I know it's purple."
"I just want to make sure you know it's purple."
"I can feel that it's purple, Buck."
Right. Okay. That — that makes sense. Considering the purple dick is attached to Eddie, currently. He would know better than anyone.
Buck is going to stop talking now.
Or,
A pet psychologist and a bartender walk into a bar...