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scattered-winter · 1 year

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buddie as running partners...buddie as RUNNING PARTNERS...!!! (does that make the 118/firefam an entire cross country team? coach!bobby? athletic trainer!maddie? idk, idk how cross country teams work.) nonetheless...say more.... <3333

here's a lil overview real quick so y'all can pick up what I put down: cross country teams are all different, and can even be formed by a community group instead of a traditional "school that competes in the individual districts," but the basic layout is coach/trainer, assistant coaches if necessary, and the athletes who actually compete. some teams have a team captain appointed from the ranks of athletes, and the captain's specific duties/responsibilities varies from team to team but essentially they're like.....the assistant assistant coach. they watch out for the team and are the unofficial leader if the coach isn't around. teams compete at meets (races) against other teams; the amount of teams at meets really just depends on what the race is for/who organized it. smaller meets can have 2-5 teams, but the big regional meets can have hundreds. in official competitions like regionals, scores are done for both individual runners and overall teams. if an individual runner finishes in the top 10 or 15 runners, he'll place as an individual, but if the overall team score beats other team scores, then the whole TEAM will also place. the scoring system is based on what place a runner gets. 1st place gets one point, 2nd gets 2 points, 3rd gets 3 points, and so on, all the way down the line to the very last runner who comes in. to get team results, the whole team's scores are added up, and the team with the lowest combined score wins. the more runners that finish higher up in the race, the lower the overall score.

I think ideally bobby would be their coach, and the whole 118 would be a cross-country team. I like the idea of maddie joining their team after running (ha) from doug and I also like the idea of hen being the team captain :] interim captain hen my BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!

I think for spice <3 the 126 as a separate team that they compete with. they have dual meets a LOT (which is a cross country race with only two teams. there's no pressure to compete for times or positions at the bigger, more important races, and they're sooooooo fun. every time I've done a dual meet we always hung out with the other team afterward at a lake or restaurant and it was sooo <333) so the 126 and 118 are still Competing in the sense that they're gunning for the same positions in the regional/national races, but it's a very friendly competition because the teams are very close. no hard feelings if one team wins over the other, because they're all good friends and they're super supportive of the other team because it's a great accomplishment for them. judd is the coach <3 not owen <3

and onto BUDDIE <3 the thing about a running partner is like. they're your constant. sure, you've got the team, but your running partner is like your other half. someone with a similar pace as you. you train with them, you compete with them, and it gets to the point where you don't even need to use words because you know each other better than anyone else. racing isn't just a physically exhausting sport, because there's a HUGE mental factor in it as well. there's lots of strategies and techniques, and every aspect of the course is broken down into how it can make you faster, even the surfaces you run on (grass, concrete, pavement, etc. each one has different benefits and disadvantages), or how you run around a corner. each tiny aspect can shave seconds off your time, and that can be the difference between first and second place. and as a running partner, buck and eddie both know what the other person prefers. they know the precise way the other will run a hill, or jump a log, or take a sharp turn. during training they laugh and joke and have a great time but during races they're a force. there's certain maneuvers two running partners can do around a turn or up a hill to be mutually beneficial, and they do them without even thinking or communicating that they're about to do it. they just know.

and there's also just !! the intimacy of it !!! after running with the same people for so long, you get to the point where if your teammates were lost in a cluster of running people all wearing the same t shirt, you'd be able to pick them out from the crowd just by the very specific and unique way they hold themselves while they're running, even if they're all the way across the course. each person has their own unique "style," and the entire team can pick each other out from a group of 50 other runners just by looking. another aspect is after the race is over !! collapsing at the finish line isn't just common, it's almost expected. and more often than not you'll see teammates who just finished a race together holding each other up or kneeling to untie each other's shoes to get the timing chip.

the 118 team is comprised of hen, chim, buck, eddie, and maddie. the order in which they finish changes up every race, but generally, in order from fastest to slowest, it's chim, buck+eddie, maddie, and hen. bobby and athena are the coaches, so they don't actually compete unless it's for a "coach's race" that some meets have after the actual races are finished, just for fun. when they do race, athena usually finishes ahead of bobby.

the 126 team is comprised of tk, marjan, mateo, paul, nancy, and tim. generally, it goes tk, marjan+paul (running partners), mateo, and nancy+tim (also running partners). judd is the coach, and carlos cheers his boyfriend on from the sidelines :]

my last and final thought is that <3 they have pasta parties before big meets <3 basically the whole team meets up at someone's house and they all eat pasta and bread <33 carbloading AND teambuilding at the same time :]

#pasta parties w my team were a formative experience for me btw.#hehehe i will always ramble about my aus so :]]]]]#these are all my thoughts rn but imma be Rotating this :]#i'll see if there are any clips on youtube to get inspiration from !!#i've heard stories about running partners in races where like. one of them broke his ankle or something midrace #and his partner straight up CARRIED HIM ON HIS BACK TO THE FINISH LINE. during a 5k!!!!!!#and like. that's buddie coded as HELL.#another thing in cross country culture is that each team has a fun team cheer they do before each race #and i've heard some WILD ones. its so fun hearing what other teams have #(my team's was always the best though. btw) /j #but anyway just <3 buck and chim working SO hard to make a good cheer. i can see it.#ougoughoughoughghhh.......runnimng...........my one true love in this world.........#*slaps running au* this bitch can fit SO much found family and ship dynamics in it #anyway i'll leave it at this for now but i'm gonna be ROTATING this one.#if anyone has any questions .. or additions ... consider this an open-floor discussion. we're all brethren in brainrot here #911 running au #<- hehehehehe >:]#leo 🌻

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tripleaxeldiaz · 3 years

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like it’s a little secret, like it’s all he has to give

for @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels <3

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He didn’t mean for this to happen.

Well, no. He wanted it to happen, had been planning to make it happen with a lot more wooing and sweeping off of feet to get them to a perfect moment where he could tell Buck exactly how much he loves him and needs him in his life.

So he did want it to happen, of course. He just didn’t expect it to happen like it did — after a night out with the team, in the dim light of his living room, during a tipsy game of Truth or Dare like they were in high school again. Buck had said, “Dare”, and the three beers and two shots swimming in Eddie’s brain said, “I dare you to kiss me.”

And he did.

And one kiss turned into two, turned into making out on Eddie’s couch, turned into stumbling blindly toward the bedroom, turned into fingertips burning trails up backs, whispered confessions into necks, and muffled moans of yes and more and please and Eddie.

So it happened. It’s still happening.

That isn’t the problem.

The problem is that it happened six months ago and they still haven’t told anyone.

It’s not that they don’t trust their friends or that they aren’t serious about each other. In fact, they’re probably too serious about each other, about making this the thing that sticks. The morning after their first night together, they talked for hours about their past failed relationships and insecurities, laying every, ugly part out for each other to see.

“I just want to be enough,” Eddie said, throat as raw as his insides felt.

Buck’s hand slid up his back to scratch through his hair. “You’re more than enough for me. And I’d like to stick around and prove that to you, as long as you’ll let me.”

“Forever, ideally.”

“Forever it is.”

“I’m gonna fuck this up.”

Buck shrugged. “So will I. Maybe we give ourselves some time — fuck things up quietly before we let other people know?”

Eddie kissed Buck again, softly, soundly, relief surging through him because Buck gets it and wants to make this work and, this way, he feels like they may actually have a chance.

So that was that. Nothing really changed — Buck was still at the Diaz house more often than not, but now sleepovers meant Buck was in bed with Eddie instead of on the couch (except for the half hour before Chris woke up when Buck snuck out to the living room). They were still a dynamic duo on calls, they just also had each other after calls now too, especially bad ones. They were able to get to know each other as boyfriends instead of just best friends, figure out what they wanted and needed from a relationship, and smooth out the bumps they hit on their own, without any outside influence.

Now, they’re in a good spot. The best spot. And six months is a long time to keep quiet about something that makes Eddie so happy he could explode. But—

“They’re gonna be mad,” he says, head pillowed in Buck’s lap, absently picking at the label of his empty beer bottle. Buck hums, fingers combing through Eddie’s hair, the TV softly playing some reality show about a yacht crew.

“You don’t think they’ll be happy for us too?”

“They probably have a betting pool going on us. Then they’ll be mad and gloating.”

Buck’s hand stills on his head. “Eddie, if you don’t want to—”

Eddie scrambles up to sitting, taking both of Buck’s hands in his because he’s stopping that train of thought right now. “I do want to. I really do. I’m just—”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nods, absently placing a kiss inside Buck’s wrist as he gathers his thoughts. “I trust you. More than anything. And I trust us. I just don’t trust anything else, not yet. We’ve been in our own little world for a while, I just need to get used to that not being the case anymore.”

Buck’s quiet for a minute before he leans forward, kissing Eddie’s forehead. “I don’t really trust anything else either. I’m happy to wait and follow your lead. As long as you know you’re stuck with me.”

Eddie kisses him quickly before laying back down, Buck’s hand automatically threading into his hair again. “You’re stuck with me, too. Even when cute, injured bikers try to steal me away—”

He feels a sharp tug on his hair. “I knew you did that on purpose!”

Buck’s jealous streak is a mile wide, Eddie’s known that since the day they met. So what if he’s exploited it a little while they’ve been sneaking around? How could he have known for sure that a little extra flirting on a call would get him blown within an inch of his life in a storage closet as soon as they got back to the station? He’d surely expected it, but…

Whatever. Sue him. His boyfriend’s hot when he’s territorial, and he’s only a man.

~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie should have known the universe would start fucking with them almost immediately.

The team has never been shy about trying to set both of them up — there’s always a friend of a friend or a second cousin or a neighbor that would be perfect for, as Hen so lovingly puts it, “our hot and lonely coworkers”. It’s only gotten worse in the past month or so, when a team trivia night turned into a team-and-significant-others trivia night, “forcing” Buck and Eddie to pair up to even things out. Ever since, he’s been cornered almost every day by Hen and/or Chim, each with a handful of people that would love to take Eddie out to dinner, and he knows they do the same to Buck. He’s pretty sure they have a shared spreadsheet about it.

“Come on Eddie, Nick is great! He’s tall, he owns a gym, his dog is cute—”

“Chim,” Eddie cuts him off, pulling his head out of the fridge to face Chimney and Hen seated at the island. He could end it now, just tell them I don’t want to go out with your new personal trainer because I already have a boyfriend, but it’s the middle of shift and everyone is still lingering from lunch and...it’s too much right now. Over Chim’s shoulder, he can see Buck looking at him from the couch, probably thinking the same thing (because they do that a little too often). Buck just raises his eyebrows and shrugs, saying I’m following your lead. Eddie falls a little bit more in love with him.

He focuses back on Hen and Chim. “I appreciate you guys worrying about me in your own weird way, but I’m fine. Plus, I have a thing and Chris’ school Thursday night anyway.”

He does not have a thing at Chris’ school, and he feels bad using his kid like this, but drastic times call for drastic measures.

Hen holds up her hands as Chim deflates just a little. “Fine fine,” she says. “We know you’re busy.” She looks at Chim, and they have a quick conversation with their eyebrows before he gets up and slowly walks toward Buck.

“So, Buck, my dear pseudo brother-in-law. How’s your Thursday—”

Buck doesn’t even look up from his book. “No. Maddie and I are having a wine night, and we’re gonna talk shit about you the entire time.”

Chim squawks at that, and Eddie does a bad job of turning his laugh into a cough. It does get them to back off for the rest of the week, though Eddie resigns himself to this vicious cycle of theirs until he can finally shake the feeling that everything he and Buck have been building will dissolve through his fingertips as soon as they let anyone else in.

It’s vicious but predictable. Easy to follow, easy to get ahead of. It gives Eddie a little room to breathe while he sorts his head out.

Naturally, that’s when Abuela decides to get involved.

Eddie’s never been able to refuse her anything — that’s how he ended up at her house on his day off in the first place, fixing a broken dryer and tightening cabinets and anything else she happens to remember she needs while he’s here. He really doesn’t mind, and he’s happy to spend any time with her that he can, but she’s been...prying. All day. As casually as she can, but he can tell she’s fishing for something.

“Edmundo,” she says as they sit down for lunch. “You’re telling me you can’t even remember the last time you went on a date?”

Of course he can — he and Buck haven’t been able to go on many “normal” dates since they got together, but they did manage to coordinate a weekend in Ojai a few weeks back where all they did was eat, lounge by the pool, and have sex in their much-too-fancy-for-them hotel room.

That counts as a couple of dates, right?

He shrugs instead. “I’ve been busy. Between work and Chris, I’ve just got a lot on my plate. I don’t really have time for dating.” And I don’t think my boyfriend would be too happy about it, he thinks.

“Of course,” she says. She keeps eating like that’s the end of that, but he knows there’s something else. When she finishes, she pushes her plate aside and looks at him dead on, with that There’s no way you’re getting out of this look in her eyes. “You know, if you did want to get out there again, my friend Diana has a granddaughter around your age that just moved to LA and wants to meet some people.”

There it is.

“Abuela, I really don’t think—”

“It doesn’t have to be a date, it can just be dinner! The two of you getting to know each other. She’s sweet, she’s beautiful, and she’s a teacher, so she’s great with kids. At the very least, she could be a good friend.” She reaches across the table and grabs his hand in both of hers. “You work too hard, Edmundo. You deserve to do something nice for yourself, and that can be as easy as going out to a nice restaurant with a pretty girl for one night.”

He should tell her. He should tell her everything, even though Buck’s not here, even though he still has a stupid voice in his head telling him that as soon as their bubble pops, the likelihood of everything going belly up will skyrocket. He doesn’t want to lead this poor girl on, but Abuela is also looking at him all sad and hopeful, because she does want him to be happy, and—

“Fine. One dinner.”

Abuela cheers, actually cheers, and hugs him tightly before getting her phone. She calls Diana to set everything up themselves, rather than giving Eddie the girl’s — Chelsea’s — number. By the time he leaves, they’re set for 8pm next Friday at an Italian place downtown, and they each have a description of what the other will be wearing. “Like a real blind date,” Abuela says, and Eddie tries not to actually kick himself for falling into this trap.

He needs to get out of this. Abuela wouldn’t give him her number (“so your first meeting will be as magical as possible”), so he’ll just have to tell her right from the start on Friday. He feels bad, but hopefully she’s as nice as he’s been told and she takes it okay. And should he tell Buck? Probably, but is it even an issue if he’s not actually going through with the date? Buck’s working an overnight on Friday, so he won’t even be around when he’s supposed to be out. He could smooth it all over himself and then really sit down and get his shit together to figure out how they’re going to tell everyone, so no more fake dates happen ever again.

He’s got this. It’s not his best idea ever, but it’ll have to do. Everything will be totally fine.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Eds? You home?”

Shit.

Eddie scrambles to shut his bedroom door, tripping over himself in the process and landing flat on his back. That’s how Buck finds him, and his stomach drops as he watches Buck’s face switch between worry and confusion as he takes in Eddie’s button down and slacks.

“Uh, hey,” he says. Buck offers a hand to help him up. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I’m on my way, just needed to grab my phone charger,” Buck says as he pulls Eddie up, checking him out again like he’s confirming that his brain isn’t playing tricks on him. “You’re awfully dressed up for your night off.”

Eddie sighs heavily through his nose. This is exactly what he was trying to avoid, and if he had left 10 minutes earlier like he meant to it would have been fine. But now Buck’s here, and he refuses to lie to him. He’s already been lying by omission enough this week.

“Abuela kinda set me up for dinner with her friend’s granddaughter,” he says quickly, panicking when Buck’s eyes go wide and his cheeks go pale. “But,” he moves closer, placing both hands firmly on Buck’s shoulders, taking it as a good sign that he doesn’t pull away, “I’m just going long enough to tell her that I’m very taken and this whole thing was a mistake. I promise, nothing was ever going to happen.” Buck does pull away then, and Eddie’s hands fall heavily back to his sides. “Buck, please—”

“I know,” he says quietly. “I know you wouldn’t do that to me. But Eds, I told you I’d follow your lead when it came to telling people about us, and if that meant fake dating other people that’s cool, I just wish you talked to me about it first. We’ve got to communicate and stuff, we’re on the same team here.”

“You’re right,” Eddie says. He slowly reaches for Buck’s hands, relieved again when he lets him. “I should have told you. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, and I didn’t want you to worry or think things were bad with us, because they’re not. But still. I’m sorry.” Buck doesn’t move, just stares at the floor. Eddie squeezes his hands. “Are we good?”

Buck finally looks up, and Eddie can’t get a read on his emotions like he usually can. But he squeezes his hands back and gives him a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “We’re good. But I should get going.” He slips out of Eddie’s hands and out the front door without another word.

There was no yelling or accusations or anything bad, really, but Eddie still feels gutted, like every fear he had about messing up is starting to manifest like he knew they would. He should go after Buck, tell him how much he loves him, how much he trusts him, but he’s 20 minutes late now, and when he pictures Chelsea standing all by herself in a crowded restaurant looking for him, he feels a whole different wave of guilt crash inside him.

He’s going to fix this, all of this. He has to. And he’s got a 30 minute drive to think of a new plan.

~~~~~~~~~~

The drive ends up being closer to an hour, and all Eddie does is convince himself that the next time Buck sees him, he’s going to realize that Eddie’s not good enough for him and break up with him on the spot.

The restaurant is loud and crowded, lit mainly by the low candles placed on each table. Eddie’s eyes scan the room until he spots her at the bar — emerald dress and gold heels, just like Diana had told him. He slides into the empty seat next to her, awkwardly waving to get her attention. “Chelsea?”

She looks at him with a warm smile. “Edmundo, right?”

“Eddie’s fine.” He steals himself, figures ripping the band-aid right off is probably the best thing to do. “Look, I’m really sorry—”

“That’s not a great way to start a date.”

Guilt curls tighter in his stomach and up his arms. “This has been a huge misunderstanding. I’m kind of— I’m already in a relationship, and we haven’t told anyone, and my abuela was just trying to help, and she knows I can’t say no to her, and now everything is falling apart.” He feels even worse dumping all this on a woman he’s known for three minutes, but his brain seems to be doing its own thing at the moment, he’s just along for the ride.

She looks at him for a minute, before waving the bartender over. “Well, you’re here, and you sound like you’re about to lose your mind. Have one drink with me, and tell me everything.”

So he orders a Jack on the rocks and spills his guts — tells her about Buck, about why they kept everything under wraps, his plans to fix everything, how he’s so fucking scared that once everyone knows and their little fantasy world is gone, Buck will realize that he can do better, that he deserves better, and Eddie will have to put himself back together somehow. He’s not sure exactly how long he talks, but Chelsea listens intently to every word, and Eddie actually feels better when he’s done.

She finishes the last of her gin and tonic and looks him right in the eye. “I know we just met, but can I be real with you?”

Eddie nods as he knocks back his own drink.

“Your plans suck.”

He laughs and almost shoots whiskey out of his nose. “Yeah, I think I’m starting to figure that out too.”

“Look — you love your boyfriend, right?” she asks as she hands him a napkin.

“Of course. More than anything.”

“And he loves you.”

He thinks about the way Buck looks at him, no matter where they are, like he's the only person worth looking at. How it took a little while, but now he actually feels worthy of a gaze like that. “Yeah, he does.”

She shrugs. “Then it sounds like you have nothing to worry about. You have each other — everything and everyone else is just background noise.”

It’s such a simple thing, something Eddie’s known for months now, but hearing it come from someone else gives his mind that final shove that makes everything click into place and finally stick. They do have each other, he and Buck are a team, on and off the clock. That’s not going to change, if anything because they’re both too stubborn and in too deep to let it change.

“I know you’re already a teacher, but you should seriously consider becoming a therapist if you ever switch careers.”

“Believe me, this is nothing compared to the middle school problems I deal with on a daily basis.”

He shudders at the very idea of dealing with that many 13 year olds. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but thanks.” Slumping back in his chair, he scrubs a hand over his face. “I don’t even know how to start fixing this.”

Chelsea hums, face scrunched as she thinks. “You said he’s at work right? With all your friends too?” Eddie nods. “Sounds like as good a time as any to tell them. And remind Buck that you're with him one hundred percent.”

Eddie’s never been one for big, romantic gestures, but she’s right, and this is for Buck. He’ll do pretty much anything for Buck.

He stands, takes some cash out of his wallet for their drinks and places it on the bar. “Thank you Chelsea, seriously. This was...weird, and not a good first impression of me, but you’re a lifesaver.”

She smiles that warm smile again, and it feels real, no trace of pity or awkwardness. “No problem, I’m happy to help. Maybe we can get coffee sometime, as friends? I didn’t get a chance to dive into my own relationship woes.”

“Deal,” he says, laughing as he hands her his phone to actually get her number. They hug goodbye, and he all but sprints out the door and back to his truck, mind already racing trying to figure out what the hell he’s going to do once he gets to the firehouse.

If he’s honest, this “date” really couldn’t have gone any better. He hopes the rest of his night turns out just as positive, too.

~~~~~~~~~~

The team’s in between calls when Eddie finally arrives, which is great but also does not give him a lot of time to prepare himself for whatever comes next. Rationally, he knows everything will be fine — the team will be thrilled for them, Buck will be thrilled — but there’s still that nagging voice telling him that Chelsea was wrong and that everything’s going to blow up in his face.

He shoves that voice as far away as he can and walks into the station.

There’s no plan this time beyond “find Buck”, which he does pretty quickly once he gets up to the loft. Everyone else is up here too, it seems, but he sees Buck first, curled up on the couch and watching Hen and Chim play Super Smash Bros. He has that same blank look he had on his face when he left Eddie’s earlier, and Eddie hates it. But that’s exactly what he came here to fix.

Buck double takes when he notices him at the top of the stairs, slowly unfurling himself to stand. “What are you doing here?”

A thousand thoughts fly through his head, trying to coalesce into some sweeping romantic speech that would reassure Buck of all the things Eddie’s sure he’s doubting right now. But nothing feels right, nothing even begins to scratch the surface of what Eddie’s feeling, has been feeling for the past months. Everything is fleeting and empty, pale in comparison to the technicolor love he feels every time Buck so much as looks in his direction.

Words aren’t working, but Eddie really isn’t a man of words anyway — he is, however, and man of action.

“I’m communicating,” he says, taking three long strides across the loft to Buck, grabbing his face in both of his hands, and kissing him hard. He tastes like smoke and peppermint and something fundamentally Buck that Eddie’s addicted to, and he feels a smile against his lips as Buck kisses him back in earnest. He’s not sure if it’s been seconds or years when they finally pull away from each other, but they’re both breathless and Buck is glowing and Eddie doesn’t care about anything else.

“I love you,” he says, hands still on Buck’s cheeks. “And I’m sorry. I’m always on your team, as long as you’ll let me be there.”

Buck’s smile somehow gets even bigger. “Forever, ideally.”

Eddie’s laugh bubbles out of him as he leans back in, but stops when he hears a throat clearing somewhere to his right. He looks, and everyone — everyone, including people who were definitely downstairs when he got here — is staring at them with varying degrees of shock and excitement on their faces. Ripping the band-aid off works in his favor again.

“So,” Hen says slowly from the couch. “This is new.”

Eddie shrugs as he grabs Buck’s hand. “Not really. Unless six months old is new, I guess.”

“Six months old?”

“Closer to seven, actually,” Buck says.

There’s a clatter as Chim drops his controller and stands, arms up over his head. “That means I win!”

“Whoa, hold on, you do not—”

The loft erupts as everyone swarms Hen, talking technicalities and logistics of what was apparently a very elaborate betting pool. Buck hides his face in Eddie’s shoulder as he laughs.

“Do you think they’re actually happy for us?” Eddie asks. “Or mad that we screwed up their winnings?”

Buck looks up, resting his chin on Eddie’s shoulder. “Probably both. But I’m the real winner here.”

“And a huge cheeseball,” Eddie says.

“Better get used to it, because you’re not getting rid of me,” Buck says, winding his arms around Eddie’s waist and kissing him again.

“Forever, right?” Eddie asks as they break apart, foreheads resting together. All he sees are Buck’s eyes, sparkling blue in the light of the loft and so full of happiness — happiness because of Eddie — that he wants to drown in them.

“Yeah. Forever. No turning back now.”

Eddie likes the sound of that.

#buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fic #911 fox #9-1-1 #happy season 4 everyone!!!#can't wait to see these idiots again in 7ish hours #ficcery

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eddiediaz-buckley · 4 years

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Work This Out, Chapter 1

Summary: Chris and Street are babysitting for the Buckley-Diaz's and the Han's. They both claim they're the best in-law, but who really comes out on top? Chris/Street friendship, reminiscing, and cute kids

Words: 2147

Rating: T

Notes: Hey there! You're probably wondering, hey what the hell is this, what are those pairings? Well, I've been creating an extended 9-1-1/SWAT crossover universe for months now, and this is the first product of that universe. My plans are to eventually make this a series to show how the two teams met and became fast friends, and eventually, family. Background you need to know: this is several years in the future. Maddie and Chim are married, Buck and Eddie are married, Street and Tommy are married. Tommy and Rocker are twins. Shannon never died and when her and Chris met, it was instant attraction. Now they're engaged. Christopher is about 14 at this point. Buck and Eddie's daughter is 2. Maddie and Chim's twins are 3 and a half. I think that's it? Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Read it on AO3, or under the cut!

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen the kids, I feel like I’m more excited than I should be to wrangle three children under 5 for three hours,” Street said as he and Chris approached the house.

“You think you’re excited? It’s almost Christopher’s birthday and it’ll be hard not to tell him what his mom and I have planned for him,” Chris replied, ringing the doorbell.

It had been a while since Buck, Eddie, Maddie, and Chimney had gotten a night out to themselves without the kids, so when Buck had been complaining to Street over the phone last week, Street volunteered to watch the kids for a night. And of course, Chris offered to help when she found out, always wanting to spend time with her almost stepson when she could.

The door swung open to show Eddie all dressed up and date ready. Street could hear the other 3 adults and the kids talking inside.

“Well, don’t you clean up nice,” Chris remarked.

“Mucho mejor que el,” Eddie replied, gesturing towards Street. “¿Recuerdas lo que intentó usar para su cena de aniversario?”

Chris threw her head back and laughed. “Sí, Buck y yo intervinimos rápidamente.”

Street frowned. “Hey, I know you guys are talking about me.”

“All in good fun, lindo,” Chris pinched Street’s cheek as she spoke.

“Ow,” Street said, rubbing his cheek.

Eddie laughed at the two interacting. “Okay, you guys, come on in, the kids are all in the living room and Christopher’s in his room.” Eddie stepped aside to let Chris and Street in.

As Street walked into the living room with Chris, he heard three tiny voices screaming for him and Chris all at once.

“There’s my favorite kids!” Street exclaimed as he ran up and scooped Brooklyn, Buck and Eddie’s daughter, into his arms while Bennett and Bella, Maddie and Chimney’s twins, each clung to a leg.

“Are you watchin’ us tonight Jimmy?” Bella asked him, holding onto his right leg for dear life.

“I sure am, me and Auntie Chris are!” He responded, looking down at her and ruffling her hair with his free hand before giving Brooklyn a big kiss on the cheek.

“Yay!” Bennett and Bella cheered before going to attack Chris.

“Jim!” Brooklyn said while clapping her hands.

Street smiled widely. “That’s right, Brooklyn, good job!”

“So, you gonna have one of these yourself soon or what?” Buck teased as he came up to Street and patted him on the shoulder.

Street blushed but before he had a chance to speak, Maddie joined them.

“Hey now, don’t pressure him! He and Tommy are just enjoying their time together,” she said, giving Street a kiss on the cheek. “Hi, Jim, thank you for offering to do this.”

“Of course! I love spending time with the kids,” he replied, bouncing Brooklyn slightly in his arms, making her laugh.

“Where is Tommy, by the way?” Chimney asked, walking up.

“Work,” Street said. “Shannon too,” he added, nodding his head towards Chris where she and Eddie were talking.

“Ahh, well we better get going. Give daddy a hug, kids!” Chimney called out to his kids, who came running towards him.

Street smiled as Maddie and Chimney went to say goodbye to their kids. Buck leaned in and gave Brooklyn a kiss on the cheek.

“Be good for Uncle Jim and Aunt Chris, sweetheart,” he said, caressing her cheek as Eddie came up to say his goodbyes as well.

“Love you, mija,” Eddie said, kissing the top of her head. “Christopher, be good!” He called out to his son.

“Love you guys, have fun!” They heard Christopher call back.

“Alright, get out of here guys, don’t get into too much trouble,” Chris chuckled as she practically pushed them out the door.

“Pushy much, damn, you trying to steal our kids?” Buck laughed as he grabbed his coat.

“No, tonto, you guys just deserve a night out,” she smiled as she continued to push them out the door. “Bye, guys!” she called as she closed the door behind them.

“Alright kids, what are we doing first?” Street asked as soon as the door was closed.

“Finding Dory!” Bennett requested, Bella and Brooklyn chiming in with their agreement afterward.

“Alright, Finding Dory it is!” Chris agreed as she walked back into the living room. “Street why don’t you go get some snacks ready and I’ll set it up?”

“Sounds good,” Street said as he placed Brooklyn on the ground gently before heading to Eddie’s kitchen.

~~**~~

An hour and a half later, the movie’s credits were rolling, and all 3 kids were asleep. When Christopher had realized what movie they were watching, he had come out to join them, albeit still working on his homework. Now, he was quietly reading a book with his sister sleeping peacefully on his chest. Street had Bella asleep in the crook of his arm, and Bennett was curled up in Chris’s lap.

“Christopher can I come take Brooklyn? We should probably get her in bed,” Chris said as soon as the movie went back to the menu screen.

“Oh, yeah,” Christopher replied, putting his book down on the armrest and smiling down at his baby sister. “I love it when she falls asleep on me, she’s adorable.”

“She certainly is,” Street agreed. He carefully stood up with Bella in his arms and walked into Eddie and Buck’s room, where they had a bed set up for the twins.

“Alright, Christopher I’m gonna go lay Bennett down and I’ll be right back,” Chris told him.

“Okay!” Christopher said quietly, going back to his book for the time being.

Chris quietly followed Street into Buck and Eddie’s room. For all the times she had been in this house, she had never been back here before. It was evident by all the pictures on the wall that they were in love as ever and very much enjoying the new addition to their family. Although, she had a feeling Maddie had a hand in helping to decorate.

“Isn’t this room huge?” Street asked, noticing Chris was looking around.

“Yeah,” Chris whispered. She set Bennett down next to Bella, giving them both a light kiss on the head before she stood up. “Meet me in Brooklyn’s room?

Street just nodded in confirmation, and Chris walked back into the living room to get the youngest Buckley, or Buckley-Diaz rather. When she looked at the chair that had Christopher and his sister in it, she was greeted by an even cuter sight than before.

Christopher had put his book down again and was gently stroking his sister’s back as she slept and cuddling her as much as he could without disturbing her. The love he had for her was evident, and Chris was so happy she was going to get this wonderfully smart and sweet boy as a stepson.

“Christopher? While you and your sister are adorable, we do need to get her in her crib,” Chris said softly, still smiling.

“I know, Mama,” Christopher said casually, starting to sit up as slowly as he could.

Chris gasped as Street walked in to see what the hold-up was. “Chris?”

“Yeah?” Both Chris and Christopher answered, the latter sporting a shit-eating grin on his face.

Street looked at Christopher with mock-stern, as he knew Christopher was messing with him, but he could never be mad at the kid. “Did you break her Christopher?”

“I called her ‘Mama’ and I don’t think she was prepared to hear that,” Christopher smiled and stood up slowly, passing Brooklyn off to Street. He grabbed his cane and book and hugged Chris, who was still frozen. “That’s okay, right?” he asked her.

Chris finally moved, hugging Christopher back with a tight squeeze. “Of course, buddy,” she said, holding back tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Mama. I’m gonna go to bed now, too,” he announced, pulling away from Chris. He half hugged Street and gave Brooklyn a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Love you too, Brooklyn. And I guess you too, Jim,” Christopher joked.

Street laughed softly. “Love you, kid.” He and Chris watched Christopher as he walked down the hall and into his bedroom. Once the door clicked closed, Street turned back towards his best friend.

“You gonna be okay there, Alonso?” Street chuckled, adjusting Brooklyn slightly in his arms.

“Yeah,” she sniffled as she looked up at him. “Just wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.”

“Motherhood’s made you soft,” Street teased before turning away and beginning to walk towards the nursery.

“You’re one to talk, lindo,” she retorted, lightly slapping his on the shoulder as she followed him. “I know you want one of these so bad.”

She didn’t have to see his face to know he was blushing before he responded. “Shut up, you know Tommy and I are still trying to figure stuff out with that.”

“I know,” she said softly, teasing tone gone from her voice. They walked into the nursery then, and she observed Street’s face as he laid Brooklyn down in her crib. He really was so enamored with her. “You’re gonna be a great dad, Jim.”

He turned around, tears in his eyes now. “Thanks, that really means a lot. Christina.”

She glared at him and gently pushed him out of the room as he stifled laughter, looking at Brooklyn one last time before she shut the door.

“Alright, enough with the waterworks for both of us tonight,” she said when they got back into the living room. “Let’s both grab a beer and relax a little.”

Street smiled, already heading for the kitchen. “Can’t argue with that. I’ll grab one for both of us, you go put a movie on or something.”

Chris nodded, heading over to the TV to pick out a movie. Eddie and Buck clearly didn’t watch a lot of movies without their kids, as most of them were kids’ movies, a few more mature ones scattered here and there for Christopher. And of course, several romcoms, which she knew were Buck’s doing and certainly not Eddie’s. When Harry Met Sally was sitting on top of that stack, so she picked that out and popped in, hitting play just as Street came in and handed her a beer.

“Really? A romcom?” Street asked, looking at her incredulously.

She glared back at him. “First of all, don’t judge. Second of all, it was either this or a kids’ movie and we already watched Finding Dory tonight.”

“Hey, that is a family-friendly movie for all ages,” Street protested. “C’mon, who doesn’t love Dory?” He nudged her arm.

“Fine, you’re right,” she admitted, taking a quick sip of her beer. “It’s a good movie but sue me if I wanted to watch something without talking fish in it now.”

“It’s your stepson’s favorite movie, just so you know,” he said sassily.

“Soy muy consciente de cuál es la película favorita de mi hijo, el carajo,” she sneered, not really angry, but always happy to call Street a name in a language he couldn’t understand.

“I don’t know what most of that meant, but you definitely just called me a name right there,” Street laughed.

“I said, of course I know what his favorite movie is, prick,” she struck him with a glare, taking another sip of her beer before bursting into laughter herself.

“Okay, now what’s so funny to you? I was laughing because this is typical Christina Alonso behavior, bullying me.”

“I was thinking of the time Maddie called you a prick for feeding her children so much sugar before bedtime,” she laughed harder at the memory, clamping her free hand over her mouth when she remembered she needed to be quiet.

“She was just joking!” He exclaimed, putting his beer down on the table and throwing his hands up in the air.

“I know, but still, she called you that, so clearly we know who’s the better in-law between the two of us,” she stated, as if her best friend would agree with her.

“No way, I’m a great in-law, I-“

“You’re not even really an in-law, ya know,” Chris interrupted. “You aren’t marrying into the family.”

Street made a dramatic gasp and brought a hand to his chest. “That is a lie and you know it!” He said, using his other hand to point at her accusingly. “I’m married to Tommy and he and Chim are basically brothers, making me an in-law.”

Chris snorted, putting her beer down next to Street’s so she didn’t spill it. “Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Street scooted closer to her on the couch. “You really wanna do this? Are we gonna have to out-do each other in the best in-law department? Let’s trade stories, I’ll go first.”

Chris raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment. “Okay, you’re on. Let’s work this out.”

#savanna writes fic #9-1-1 #911 fox #s.w.a.t.#cbs swat #swat cbs #chris alonso #jim street #buddie #madney

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Give Me a Miracle

—part 2–

There was nothing they could do. Sitting ducks. Chim was a wreck, and Buck was silent. Eddie was pacing. SWAT had been here for a while already and everyone was growing restless.

“I need to be in there.” Buck, Eddie and Chim all say at the same time.

“No.” Athena says, coming up behind them. “Buck, I don’t want to arrest you. Eddie, Chim, I trust you.”

Eddie does the “I guess” eyebrow dance thing. Buck scoffs. Chim sighs.

“Just get them out. Please.” Chim’s voice is resigned.

—-

Josh’s eyes haven’t stopped twinkling. Maddie’s leg hasn’t stopped bleeding. The bullet didn’t have a exit wound so she’s just bleeding internally. Oh. Shit.

There’s been more shots. People are getting restless. Maddie keeps hearing things about the ransom going wrong. She wonders what Buck is going to do without her. He’s grown up, but to her, he’s still a little kid.

She looks over at Josh, who isn’t scared anymore. He’s angry now. He rips the tape, slowly. Foster hears it and within 5 seconds has his gun into Josh’s chest. “Do it. Kill me.” Josh challenges. “If you wanted me dead, you would have done it already.” Josh may be crying a little, but he doesn’t lose confidence. He was done being afraid, and there was nothing that made Maddie more proud of him.

“Don’t threaten me. I have all the power here. You have none. You’re not a dispatcher now, just a helpless, helpless bitch.” Foster drives the gun in closer to Josh’s ribs. One wrong move, and Josh is dead.

“What is your problem with me?” Josh can barely breathe but he spits the words out anyway. It matters why.

“You decided that my sister wasn’t worth enough, that she deserved to die alone. I saw the logs. Someone hung up on my baby sister, and it was 9-1-1. So I decided a little reckoning was going to come to the dispatchers of Los Angeles. And here we are.” Foster’s face turns to a grin and he fires.

—

When Buck looks at his phone, he has 6 missed calls. 3 from Bobby, 1 from Hen and 2 from Carla. He just ignores them.

Eddie is the only one watching SWAT go in. Chimney is a wreck and Buck is silent.

“I need to be in there.” Buck, Eddie and Chim all say at the same time.

“No.” Athena says, coming up behind them. “I trust you guys. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Buck looks like it takes all of his strength to say anything. He looks worse than he did while being crushed by a fire truck.

“Buck, she’s gonna be okay.” Athena says. “They all are.”

“Athena’s right.” Hen pipes up. “And I see that idea forming, Buckaroo, your sister needs you to be alive more than risking your life for her.”

“She’d do it for me.” Buck replies.

—

Maddie tastes blood from biting her tongue so hard. She doesn’t even stop when the gun fired. She anticipates hearing Josh fall to the floor, but she doesn’t. “Maddie.” Josh gasps out.

“Josh! You’re okay.” Maddie cries.

“Yeah. I’m good.” He rips her pants open to reveal a giant bleeding mess. He grabs the cardigan from Maddie’s desk and rips it into strips.

“I loved that cardigan.”

“Life or ripped up cardigan? Too late for making the wrong choice.” One strip gets tied around the bottom of her knee and a few more get wrapped around the rapidly bleeding wound.

More shots ring out. As Josh turns to see them, Maddie catches sight of a blood red stain on the back of his arm. “I got it.” He grabs a strip and ties it off around his arm. “I’m okay, Maddie.”

“Thanks, Josh. I know this is hard for you.”

“It’s a hostage situation, Maddie, of course it’s hard.”

“Yeah.” She chuckles.

“Thank you, Maddie. For standing up for me.”

“Keep your hands where we can see them!!!” Someone yells.

“Thank God.” Maddie sighs, ripping her bonds off. “Josh? Josh?” He is slumped against her legs, not moving. Not talking.

In two moves, Maddie is working on Josh. She grabs the strips and rips his shirt open. She ties a makeshift tourniquet around his shoulder. She doesn’t notice the flurry of movement, or Foster evading the real officers.

“Josh. Josh. I’m here. Open your eyes. Come on.” Maddie ignores the pain in her leg to focus on Josh, who is turning painfully pale.

“Maddie...?” He groans, his eyes fluttering rapidly.

“I’m here, Josh. Stay here with me.”

“Maddie...? I...love...” His eyes close and Maddie’s cries echo through the whole building.

—

When Buck, Chim, Hen and Eddie make it to them, both Maddie and Josh are unconscious.

“Maddie!” Buck screams, collapsing to Maddie’s side. Chim and Hen jump in to save them both. Eddie is the only who doesn’t stay with them. He is moving away from the hurt.

“Anybody here?” He calls out in the empty hallway. He listens and hears a quiet groan of pain.

“LAFD, anybody here?” He calls again.

“In...here!” Someone croaks out, almost crying it.

Eddie runs to where he heard the cry. He sees a pair of legs and runs in. “Hey, hey, hey, I’m here. Are you hurt?”

“My chest.” Sure enough, redness bleeds through his shirt. Eddie turns the man over, looking for an exit wound. There isn’t one. “Can you feel your legs, sir?”

“I think so.” His Babinski reflex is normal.

“Good. You’re good. No spinal injury. In a few seconds, a few Kleenex’s are shoved into the mans bullet hole, just to the right of his sternum. Eddie’s worried about a collapsed lung. He moves around and maneuvers to drag him out.

By the time he gets out to the main room, Maddie and Josh and Buck are gone. Chim and Hen are working on other people. “GSW to the medial right chest. Vitals stable.” Eddie drops him off next to the gurney. He sees someone across the room. He recognizes an enemy opperative when he sees one. “Good here?”

“Yes, sir.” Eddie sprints off, fire in his eyes. He ignores Hen calling his name and tunnels his eyes to the man. The real cops notice both men and run after them.

“You did this.” Eddie closes the gap between them. His voice is pure fire. “And you won’t get away with it.”

“Diaz, stand down!” Someone calls behind him. “Don’t be a hero!”

Nothing cuts through the fog in his brain, and without a second thought, he’s tackling and wrestling the gun out of this man’s hands.

He doesn’t think for a second, until he hears the gun fire. He wasn’t fast enough, and for his failure, his side spilts in a fiery cloud of pain. Another shot and the world goes black.

—

Eddie didn’t come back when Maddie was taken to the hospital. Buck never had to worry about him, but that didn’t stop him from doing it.

Worrying about Eddie distracted Buck from worrying about his sister. She had been in surgery for an hour, and Buck was a wreck. Chim was silent. “Hey Chim.” Buck moved to put his arm around his almost brother.

“Hey, Buck.” Chim looked at the blond with tears in his eyes.

“She’s gonna be okay, man.”

“Yeah. Yeah. I just wish I could see her.” Chim sighed, rubbing his eyes with the butt of his hand.

The doctor appeared in the doorway of the waiting room. “Evan Buckley?” He said, to which Buck waved.

“Maddie is out of surgery. Which went fine, she’s gonna be okay. You can go visit her within the hour.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Chim and Buck said at the same time.

When he is gone, Chim and Buck hug and cheer. “She’s okay!”

They hugged for a minute, just grateful that Maddie was okay. “Is...Maddie...okay?” Someone groaned out.

“Eddie? Yeah. She’s okay.” Buck replied, smiling so hard his cheeks must hurt.

“That’s...great.” Eddie almost fell into the chair behind him.

“Are you okay, man?” Chim asked.

“Yeah. Umm, peach...peachy.”

Chim and Buck’s eyes traveled to the growing stain under Eddie’s shirt. His eyes fluttered rapidly and he looked white as a ghost.

“Yeah. Not that.” Chim jumped into action, Buck right behind him.

“You’re okay, Eddie. Everything is gonna be seriously peachy. Just stay awake.”

••notes: I hope you aren’t too mad about the ending, part 3 should be up soon! I love you all, stay safe. Peace.

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