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buckactuallys · 1 month

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hi pia i'm thinking about heart eyes diaz again so "15. watching their oblivious s/o lovingly" spoke to me

frida my love! so true, it fits perfectly <3

[read on ao3]

When Bobby offered Eddie the spot on the 118, he fully intended for him to become Buck’s partner on the job. He picked him specifically for that, feeling like Eddie could be exactly the kind of person Buck needed to become the amazing firefighter he had the potential to be.

He also hoped they’d get along on a personal level too, obviously – his entire team is built on that hope. Eddie was supposed to fit with all of them, but Buck most of all.

Now, as he’s standing in the firehouse kitchen with a clear view of Eddie at the table, his chin resting on his hand as he watches Buck explaining something to Hen with big gestures across from him, Bobby can’t help but think that this all worked out much better than he could ever have hoped.

They’ve had their ups and downs – Buck and Eddie, yes, but all of them, really – but if that time a year or two where their team was splintering was good for anything, it was making it clear just how lucky they are to be working with this team. How lucky they are to have this family, at work and outside of it.

Eddie’s face is soft, almost tender, as he looks at Buck, who’s still focused on Hen.

It gives Bobby pause.

These two have had a special connection from nearly the beginning on, except for that short period where Buck’s irrational fear of being replaced translated to hostility. Since then, Bobby has watched them become friends, then best friends very quickly, and eventually, they grew into their own little family unit within their bigger family.

He’s aware of this, aware of how important they are to each other. How could he not? He’s seen them go through the worst and the best times together, seen them support each other, seen them grieve for each other.

He’s even seen this expression on Eddie’s face before, usually in flashes or from far away. Never as open and unguarded, so obviously full of love, without caring who sees it.

Bobby turns back to the food he’s preparing and can’t help thinking that maybe he’s missed one more layer of it after all.

So when, two weeks later, Bobby gets another up close look at the look on Eddie’s face while Buck is stumbling his way through an explanation for why they need disclosure of relationship forms, he’s not completely surprised.

“So we, uh, wanted to talk to you because– You see, Eddie and I, we sort of, um, realized recently,” Buck stammers, and all the while, Eddie smiles at the side of his face like he’s the best thing he’s ever seen. “That what we f-feel for each other, is, um–”

“Buck,” Bobby interrupts him gently. “Are you trying to tell me that the two of you are in a relationship?”

“Yes, he is,” Eddie says, and he’s still smiling at Buck, who doesn’t seem to have noticed. “We are.”

At that, Buck turns towards him and his face melts into a smile like he can’t help it.

“Yeah,” he says, without looking away from Eddie.

Bobby watches them smile at each other for a minute, fondly, but eventually, he clears his throat.

Eddie blinks and turns to him first. “Um, sorry. So, what forms do we have to fill out? And is there anything else we need to do?”

“We– We know there’s a married couple working the same shift at the 139, so we’re good, right? We can keep working together?” Buck asks worriedly.

“I don’t see why not,” Bobby says. “I’ve got a whole stack of forms I can give you to take home with you, you can bring them back signed on your next shift. Apart from that, it’s up to my recommendation. If I find that you can’t work together with appropriate professionalism anymore, then I can recommend that one of you is moved to another station. But you’re not in the same chain of command and I assume that your feelings at least aren’t all that new, are they?”

“They’re not,” both of them say at almost the same time, then smile at each other again.

“Then I see no reason why you shouldn’t work just as well together now that you’re making it official,” Bobby says, and finally lets the captain act drop with a smile. “So you’re happy?”

“Yeah,” Buck breathes. “Yeah, Bobby, we’re so happy.”

Eddie reaches for his hand and Buck grips it tightly.

“Disgustingly so, if you believe Christopher,” Eddie grins, and Bobby laughs.

“Well, I’m really happy for you. You both deserve happiness, and looking at you right now – well, it just makes sense that you found it with each other.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Eddie says, eyes bright.

Bobby remembers him sitting in front of him like this, but alone, adrift, scared. He remembers how worried he was that he’d never be happy.

And Buck – how lost he used to feel, never aware of how loved he already was by the people in his life, always chasing after the idea he’d built up in his head.

Well, it kind of makes Bobby want to congratulate himself for pairing these two up.

A year later, while Bobby is recounting the story of Buck and Eddie from his view at their wedding reception, his eyes keep straying to the grooms.

Buck is watching him with teary eyes and a wobbly smile that makes Bobby choke up a little, but Eddie is looking at Buck. He’s wearing that same tender, lovesick expression Bobby has seen on his face so many times by now, and he finds himself hoping that the wedding photographer will capture it in one of their photos, because he’d like Buck to get a good look at it.

He knows that Buck knows that Eddie loves him, but knowing Buck, it wouldn’t hurt for him to see photographic evidence of the naked adoration on his new husband’s face.

But he shouldn’t have worried, because when Buck turns to look at Eddie, his expression doesn’t waver at all. Buck doesn’t seem surprised to see it, either, so clearly he’s not as oblivious as Bobby may have thought.

Good, he thinks. Everything is exactly as it’s supposed to be, and better than he ever could have hoped.

He smiles and lifts his glass to finish his toast. “To Buck and Eddie. May you always look at each other the way you are right now.”

#thanks for the prompt <3 #buddie #911fic #911 #buddie fic #ask #leothil #frida tag #pia writes

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eddiebabygirldiaz · 4 months

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Hi Ryan, Gina is a bit tired but she wants you to know she believes in you!

ohhh thank you, this totally lifted my spirits you have no idea 😭

#ryan gets mail #frida tag

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fcntasmas · 9 months

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I saw this mug today and thought of you

hi frida i am kissing you on the mouth this is such a cute mug i want it so bad now and the fact that you thought of ME???? i want to cry. i love you eternally

#CRYING #answered #leothil #love love love #frida tag

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hoediaz · 2 years

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Look you say Eddie hs teaceher au and I go 👀👀👀

AS YOU SHOULD i know teacher buck is so real and so true and i am a SUCKER for teacher buck But the image of eddie as a long-suffering history teacher to a bunch of teenagers is so dear to me. for you frida, have a snippet Mwah:

There might be a small, pathetic part of Eddie that is secretly endeared by Buck’s God awful flirting; that secretly wants to preen under the attention and also maybe lead Buck away from the crowds of underage teenagers mooning after him by the strap of his suspenders. Not a crush, just — just that Eddie spent thirty something years repressing every gay thought he ever had and he’s six months single and also, relatedly, six months out of the smallest closet anyone’s ever witnessed and Buck is objectively an incredibly hot man. So — so Buck is hot, and Eddie is gay, and Buck seems to have two modes: in your face flirting, and regular conversation that still somehow sounds like flirting. No one can blame him for feeling a little weak in the knees under that bright attention, that blinding smile. But he’s a grown man with a reputation to maintain, so he buries every desperately tender thought and sickly naive desire somewhere no one can see it. He wills his mouth to quirk into an amused curve, tilts his head gently to the side, and he says, drily, “Do you hear yourself when you speak?” “I try not to, no.” There’s a dopey edge to Buck’s smile, soft and kind and teasing. Eddie wants to put it in his pocket, carry it around so he can pull it out when he’s tired and frustrated. “Well,” Chimney says, brightly, “this is my nightmare. You know you’re technically working, right Buckaroo? Or are you trying to bring back fireho—" “Okay!” Buck slaps a hand over Chimney’s mouth, who makes a muffled noise in protest and jabs the edge of the iPad into Buck’s ribs. “We’re going! Great to see you, Mr. Diaz.” “Great to see you, Firefighter Buckley,” Eddie returns, pinching the inside of his cheek between his teeth to keep his smile at bay.

ask me about my wips!

#asks #frida tag #hs teacher eddie i love u #wip games

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bibuddie · 1 year

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🎲 for apocalypse!

🎲 using a method of your choosing, share a randomly selected line!

okay, i've used a random number generator and landed on 9!

Falling in love with Eddie wasn't a sudden thing, nor was it a conscious decision...

wip ask game!

#leothil #frida tag #asks #THANK U MWAH!!!

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himbodiaz · 2 years

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Why did you have to remind me of this

if you’re watching this is literally the fic of all time!! the part with the turnout coat near the end? yeah that absolutely wrecked me

#drew speaks #frida tag #anyway if anyone is going to read it listen to repeat until death by novo amor the whole time you do #makes it 100% more devastating

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capseycartwright · 2 years

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Please let this Sleepover ask go through @ tumblr

I'm gonna have you do hot or not for some wrestling guys! And since media apparently was too much for your ask box to handle last time, you're only getting names. So:

Andrade el Idolo, Seth Rollins, Darby Allin, Kenny Omega

Sasha Banks, (Dr.) Britt Baker (DMD), Asuka, Toni Storm

hello frida i am glad this ask came through this time so here we GO

(frida has also sent me a carefully curated set of pics to judge from which i have pondered equally as carefully)

andrade el idolo, hot as HELL. i would let this man wreck my life and come back for more. 300/10

seth rollins. if he cut his hair he'd be hot. he's still hot to be fair, but loses points for the long hair but i think i could forgive it for one night. solid 8/10

darby allin. i would say its a not. he's not my type. gains back points for the abs in the pic u sent me though

kenny omega. no. no points. he looks like a republican, frida.

sasha banks. holy hell. i want her to crush my head between her thighs.

britt baker, ditto. she's hot and i'd like her to stamp on me.

asuka, also v hot, has fantastic hair in the pic u sent me.

toni storm. yes. i'd like to echo my previous crush my head between her thighs comment x 100000000. pls.

this has been a journey thank u frida

send me a sleepover saturday sunday ask

#in which i ramble #asks #leothil #frida tag

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queerpanikkar · 2 years

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Hello 💛

YEEEHAWWW

vibe check

#yeah thsi tracks #frida tag

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bilosan · 1 day

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Ooh we both succumbed to pink suit Ryan icon! 🤝

as we should 🤝the pink suit floppy hair look is superior in every way

#vic replies #frida tag

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kitkatpancakestack · 3 months

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💛💗👏

💛I just think you're cute!

💗I want to hug you

👏Everything you say is great wtf...

Frida!! My dear friend and mutual...I want to give YOU a hug, ilysm <33

#kitkat answers asks #ask games #frida tag

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buckactuallys · 10 months

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Pia pls, something with "sweater weather" 🥹💛

frida, it's 32°c outside and as far from sweater weather as it could be, but this was very fun to write, thank you 💘

send me a soft prompt

[read on ao3]

Winter in LA isn’t cold by any means, and having grown up in El Paso, Eddie should be used to lower temperatures – but he’s been living in LA for six years now, and clearly he’s become used to LA temperatures instead.

So when he wakes up on a cold December morning and the other side of the bed is cold, he grumbles unhappily as he gets out from under the cozy blanket, and looks for a sweater to put on over his sleepshirt.

He finds one of Buck’s thrown haphazardly over the back of the chair Eddie has in his bedroom, and pulls it over his head. It’s soft and smells like Buck, and Eddie breathes in deep once before going on the search for the man himself.

He finds him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter holding a cup of coffee and reading a book. His back is halfway turned, so Eddie gets a good look at the bold letters spelling out DIAZ on the back of the sweater he’s wearing. His stomach does a somersault and he pads into the kitchen, causing Buck to look up from his book.

“Hey,” he smiles, putting down the coffee and lifting his arm so Eddie can tuck himself under it in search of Buck’s warmth.

Once he’s wrapped around Buck completely, his cold nose pressed to Buck’s neck, he mumbles, “Morning.”

Buck presses a kiss to the side of his head. “You okay?”

“I missed you,” Eddie says, and doesn’t even feel ridiculous for it. “The bed was cold without you.”

“Sorry,” Buck says. “Do you want coffee?”

“In a minute.”

Buck lets his book close without putting a bookmark in it and wraps his second arm around Eddie too. He’s barely taller than Eddie, but sometimes Eddie really likes being tucked against his side like this, kept safe from the world. Especially when the world is cold and gray, like today.

“Love you,” he says eventually, lifting his head.

Buck smiles and meets him for a short kiss. “I love you, too. Coffee now?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods, reluctantly taking a step back. “Thanks.”

Buck presses the button on the coffeemaker he’s programmed to make Eddie’s coffee (perfectly, unfortunately, which is why Eddie hasn’t thrown it out yet), and turns back to look at him again, a slow smile spreading across his face.

“You look good in my clothes,” he says, and Eddie shimmies his shoulders a little to make him laugh. It’s true he’s wearing a pair of Buck’s sweatpants too, which he forgot when he grabbed the sweater, but it’s not like they don’t share clothes all the time.

They sit at the kitchen table with their coffees, feet tangled under it, and start planning their day.

Breakfast in a bit, once Christopher is up, then laundry, grocery shopping and maybe some Christmas shopping, evening plans to be determined once they know if Christopher’s got any or if he’ll be spending it at home with them.

Buck gets up to look in the fridge and start writing their grocery list, and Eddie watches him, the same somersault feeling in his stomach as earlier.

“You look good in my clothes too,” he says, and Buck looks at him over his shoulder from where he’s half sticking his head inside the fridge. “You look good in my everything.”

Buck’s smile goes a little confused. “I– thank you?”

Eddie shakes his head with a laugh. “I just mean– you look good in all of my things. My clothes, my kitchen, my bed, my house. My life.”

Buck closes the fridge door and turns around to face him fully, eyes soft. “Eddie–”

“I love you,” Eddie barrels on, “and I want you here with me all the time. You should move in with us.”

“Yes,” Buck breathes, and he’s crossed the kitchen within a second, cupping Eddie’s face between his hands and sliding onto his lap. “Yes.”

Eddie has half a mind to worry about the chair – or maybe a quarter, because the biggest part of his brain is focused on Buck in his lap.

“Yeah?” he asks, hands running up Buck’s thighs on either side of him to settle at his hips.

“Of course,” Buck says, and he’s smiling so wide his eyes are almost disappearing. “I hate leaving here.”

“And I hate when you leave, and I know Christopher does too.”

Not that Buck leaves much, these days. Honestly, this is more of a formality at this point, but Eddie really does hate whenever Buck goes to the loft instead of coming home with him, so he can’t wait to be rid of the thing.

“We can throw out your bed and move mine here instead,” Buck suggests, and Eddie glowers at him playfully.

“What’s wrong with my bed?”

“Come on now, you know mine is more comfortable. And bigger.”

Eddie, who spent a lot of time in Buck’s bed especially in the early days of their relationship, when Buck still felt awkward knowing Christopher slept just down the hall, does know that.

“Okay,” he agrees. “I guess we can keep your bed.”

“Make it our bed,” Buck says, and Eddie wants to make fun of him for being a sap, but he’s pretty sure his face is showing exactly how much he likes it.

“Sap,” he says anyway, and Buck’s hands that have migrated to Eddie’s shoulders, move back up to his face.

“You love it,” he grins. “And you’re just as much of a sap, Mr “You look good in my life”.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie says happily. “You’re moving in with me anyway.”

“I am,” Buck crows. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”

“Good,” Eddie says, and tilts his head up.

Buck gets the hint and bends down to kiss him, softly at first and then deeper when Eddie opens his mouth and pulls him closer by the hips. He runs a hand up Buck’s back and feels the letters on his sweater under his fingertips.

He never wants to get rid of Buck, no. He’s gonna marry this man.

#buddie #911fic #911 #buddie fic #pia writes #ask #leothil #frida tag

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fcntasmas · 10 months

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CEECEE HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 😍🥳🥂 I gift you a slightly blurry pic of the neighbour's cat, who decided to come over and say hello today

THANK U SM I LOVE IT ❤️❤️❤️ big mwah!!!

#answered #leothil #frida tag #tis my birthday

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hoediaz · 2 years

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🌹🌹🌹 for me to have something to read when I wake up tomorrow mwah

posting this so late just so u have something when u wake up frida mwah mwah

“Buck?”

It’s too familiar, that voice, setting off a series of alarm bells in his head. Lacey barks, just once, Eddie’s arm jerking when she pulls on her leash to greet their company.

Buck turns, and knows even before he sees her, that it’s Abby.

send me a 🌹 for a wip snippet if u so choose!

#asks #frida tag #wip games #actors au #i will do the rest in the morning on GOD

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kimtiny · 10 months

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