bucks-little-hop

[bucks-little-hop]

let it burn 1.6k

Buddie Week Day 4 - Eddie calling Buck 'Evan' - falling asleep on each other - "Because I fucking love you!

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“Because I fucking love you”  Buck shouted at Eddie. The second he processed exactly what came out of his mouth he felt the anger drain out of him. This was somehow always how it was going to go. When things were easy, he could keep his love under wraps. It still spilled out sometimes, but the friendship lines had been blurred long ago. Their casual domesticity had been through enough that Eddie could overlook the love overspill as just their friendship. But now, there was no real going back. It was out there, and Buck would have to deal with the consequences. 

It hadn’t been Buck’s intention to end up in the hospital again. Given the choice however, he would do it all again. He and Eddie had been sent back into the crumbling building for one final sweep. There were reports that there should still have been a family in the building. Neither man knew at the time, but the family wasn’t even in the state at the time of the fire. The two had searched where they could before the orders were given to evacuate. Eddie ran in front, with Buck close behind in. The creaks were ominous in the building. Buck only saw the ceiling starting to cave because he was further back. There wasn’t enough time to do anything. He knew Eddie would be mad at him. It was a risk Buck was willing to take to be sure Eddie was safe.

Buck sped up and shoved Eddie outside the door. He watched for a split second as Eddie stumbled but made it out. His relief was brief, as Buck felt one of the ceiling beams hit the side of his helmet and fall onto his shoulder. He had broken enough bones to know that he definitely broke his collarbone and potentially his shoulder. He considered himself lucky that it was only the end of the beam and he could get himself out. He did know if he hadn’t shoved Eddie, odds were Buck would not have been hit, but Eddie would have. 

It didn’t matter to Buck if he got hurt. What was another broken bone. It was more time off work, probably some grueling physical therapy, a session with a therapist to remind everyone he was fine. Yes, Buck did always calculate the risks, it was just he would rather he get hurt and see all of his friends safe. 

The two made it far enough from the building they could have a second to recover without worrying about the building. They both ripped off their helmet and mask, taking deep breathes. Buck saw the anger brewing behind Eddie’s eyes. He knew Eddie would be mad at him. Eddie almost always was a little mad when he got hurt, especially when it was at the expense of someone else. Safest course of action here was to avoid the confrontation now. He could handle being yelled at once they were off the scene, once he knew for sure Eddie would be safe from the building. He could never explain to Eddie why he did what he did. There was no way to express his feelings on it that were healthy. It was something he should eventually address, but he sometimes just wanted Eddie to hear him out. Let him know that yes, he knew he was important to those around him but it was always just easiest for Buck to be the one getting injured. He could tell Eddie was about to start yelling, but their radios crackled to life.

“Buckley, Diaz. Come in.” Bobby’s voice came through the speaker. 

Before Eddie could even think of saying anything back, Buck made sure to speak first. “We both made it out before it came down Cap. Whole place was empty, so the family must have gotten out a different exit. We’re heading back your way.”

Buck started walking back towards the trucks. They were on the far side of the building, so it wouldn’t be the quickest walk. He did not need to say anything to Eddie, knowing he would be following behind. The dull throbbing on his right side was getting worse. He could have told Bobby over the radio, but it wouldn’t have done any good. Hen and Chim could take care of it when he got back to the ambulance, as long as there weren’t any patients who needed it more. He was pretty sure he could help still. He couldn’t man the hose, but he could be in charge of the water flow. He only needed one arm for that. 

“Buck. Stop. You can’t keep doing this!” Eddie shouted. He still hadn’t started to follow Buck yet. Buck kept walking. He really did not want to have this conversation right now. Based on the heavy footfalls, he didn’t get much of a choice in that. Eddie was suddenly in front of him, blocking his way forward. “We would have made it out fine, you didn’t need to risk yourself to make sure I got out.”

“We both got out fine, we need to get back to Cap to go help with the rest of the fire.” Buck was trying to keep his tone level, but he could tell he probably had a concussion. Between Eddie’s voice and all of the other sounds that came with a structure fire he knew what the pounding in his head meant. He tried to step around Eddie, but the older man moved into his way. “Eddie, we have to get back.”

“No Buck. This is the third time in the last week you’ve done something like this. I can’t keep standing by as you just keep putting yourself in harms way.” Eddie was trying to reason with him, Buck knew that. He just didn’t want to hear it. Not now at least. He could let Eddie be upset once they were back with the team.

“We have a job to do. You can yell at me later.” Buck started to walk around Eddie, but there was suddenly a searing pain in his arm. He stifled down his cry he wanted to let out, but a whimper slipped past his lips. He prayed that Eddie didn’t hear it over the other sounds. However, his luck for the day had run out. 

“Are you injured? Did something catch you? Why didn’t you say anything?” Eddie’s anger turned to worry. He tried to start undoing Buck’s turnout jacket so he could inspect whatever damage it was hiding. 

Buck pushed his hands away. Eddie looked hazy, but it must have been smoke from the fire. “I’m fine Eddie, Cap’s going to send someone to look for us if we spend much longer here and it’s not safe for them.” 

“You always say how you hate when I’m hurt. Why can’t you understand it might be the same for me. Please just let me look.” Eddie was pleading now. 

Buck got it, normally. He knew that Eddie cared. He wanted Buck to be safe. It was one of the many things he loved about Eddie. But he was in pain, and he could feel all the adrenaline crashing completely only making it worse. If he was able to think straight, he would have realized that the concussion was worse than he thought. It was a real miracle Eddie wasn’t picking up on the symptoms. 

“I know it isn’t the same Eddie, and you know it.” Buck spoke through gritted teeth. An wave of nausea came over him. He swallowed the bile down. He couldn’t read the emotions in Eddie’s eyes now. Normally he could. He knew what he was looking at, but his head was fuzzy. It was just outside his grasp. 

“What do you mean it isn’t the same? We’re partners. We look out for each other.” Eddie’s tone was soft. That was a bad sign. It meant he knew something was up. Buck was not going to be able to hide his injury. At this point he didn’t plan on it, but he just wanted to be away from the roaring fire. 

“Because I fucking love you”  Buck shouted at Eddie. Buck’s anger drained out of him, and so did his consciousness. He remembered falling to the ground. He could hear Eddie yelling at him again.

“Evan!” 

Buck didn’t remember much besides flashes of the ambulance, and the bright white lights of the hospital. When he finally came back to some level of consciousness, he didn’t want to open his eyes. He did slowly crack them open. The lights in his room had been significantly dimmed. He felt floating in the way that indicated he was on the heavy painkillers. He didn’t love being on them, but from what little he remembered it was probably best to not feel whatever was going on with his shoulder. It was in a hard cast that he could feel wrapping around his torso. Must have been a pretty substantial break. 

It was then Buck noticed the figure next to the bed. Eddie’s head was resting right next to his hip on his left. His head was on his left arm, his right resting on Buck’s thigh. There was still soot in his hair, indicating he stayed after the fire. Buck was shocked he hadn’t woken when Buck did. He was usually a light sleeper, especially in the hospital. The edge’s of his thoughts got hazier and hazier, probably because he needed more sleep. He laced his fingers with Eddies before falling back into his slumber. 

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[bucks-little-hop]

i wanna be the shadow when my bright future's behind me 2.2k

Buddie Week 2024 Day 3 - Clipboard Buck - Tattoos - "Is that my shirt?"

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Buck was up to something, that much was clear. He was being weird. Not the usual Buck weirdness, but the one he only got when he was making a decision that he wasn’t 100% sure on. His track record wasn’t always the best when it came to making a decision that was best for him. Best for the others, sure. Best for him? Not necessarily. The first shift he was being avoidant, no one pushed. Everyone had their off shifts. Yes Buck did chronically overshare about certain parts of his life, but he did still keep things close. Most important information about his life did seem to come out accidentally. The team had even left it alone for the next 3 shifts. The team may have let it go, and just let Buck come to them when he was ready, except they all had a day when Buck was coming in late.

“So Eddie, what’s up with Buck?” Hen asked, going for casual. She would have fooled an outsider, but not any of the people in the loft. She took a seat next to Eddie on the couch.

“Would you believe me if I said I really don’t know anything? Eddie put his phone down, turning to face Hen. “I tried asking, but he used Christopher to deflect. I couldn’t question him when suddenly I am intrenched in middle school drama. I think he might be talking to Maddie about it thought?” 

The pair on the couch turned towards Chimney sitting at the table. He was trying to innocently drink his coffee and not get pulled into the conversation. If it was any kind of secret, they would weasel it out of him.

Hen narrowed her eyes. “Chim, what do you know?” 

“If I have outside information, that is between me and my informants. You should just get better sources.” Chim stood up, preparing to head to a different part of the station. 

“So you do know something!” Hen got up and dragged Chim over to the couches with them. They weren’t nosy gossips for no reason. It was because they cared. It was also because Chim would cave and tell them what he knows. “So does it involve Maddie? Or is it just a Buck thing he’s talking to her about?” 

Chimney was going to hold strong, really he was. But he knew they meant well, and it could be important. “I’m not sure. I overheard Maddie talking on the phone with him about an appointment next week. Something about Buck going first, and then Maddie joining him towards the end? There wasn’t much other detail there.” 

“Buck took time off next week. He’s off on our 96 and then has 2 more days. You think it could be something serious?” Eddie was well aware of Buck’s time off. Buck made sure it was on the calendar on Eddie’s fridge. ‘No Dream Team’ with a frowning face was plastered over the two days. It was a silly thing to mark when they wouldn’t be on shift together, but they would continue to do it. Shifts always felt a little off when they weren’t partners. Easier to have the reminder to prepare.

“Buck? Willingly taking time off and not because Cap told him he had too much PTO accusing? There has to be something wrong there.” Hen pointed out. They all knew Buck’s PTO always seemed to be at the max of his bank, with him either donating it to others or Bobby forcing him to take some days off. He still usually ended up coming to visit the station one or two of the days off. There being a mystery appointment and Buck willingly taking time off? Clearly it was something bigger.

“If it was something medical, he would have to tell Bobby, right?” Eddie spoke, hoping his voice sounded even and level and didn’t give anything away. He was worried. He and Buck didn’t usually keep major things from each other, especially when it was major. “I can’t say for sure, but I don’t think Bobby knows. He seemed worried last shift too.” Not that Eddie was the assigned Buck keeper, but he knew Buck hadn’t seen Bobby since the last shift either. 

Any further thoughts on the matter were cut short by the blaring of the alarm. They all rushed to answer the call. The conversation wasn’t over, but it would have to wait. The team was a family, but they knew their little group was far closer with each other than the rest of the shift. They wouldn’t share something about Buck’s personal life with any of them. 

The call was originally only a single structure fire, but the wind had managed to push embers turning it rapidly into a 3 alarm fire. By the time they all got back to the station, any thought of continuing their conversation went to the wayside of getting in a hot shower and a nap. Eddie spent a little longer in the bathroom than the others. He was enjoying the hot water, and puzzling though everything that was going on. He and Buck hadn’t disclosed their relationship to the rest of the team yet. Bobby was the only one that knew, and that was only a paperwork thing. The two wanted to enjoy their time going from BuckandEddie to BuckandEddie. The shift had felt like the most natural thing to them, but their bubble was comfortable. Exposing the relationship to everyone else would be a lot more opinions than they were prepared to handle. The opinions would come from a place of love, Eddie was positive of that, but it was still a lot to have their family involved while there were still a few things the two needed to work through. Two people couldn’t have that much shared trauma without it eventually becoming some kind of a block. 

Eddie did eventually force himself out of the shower. He quickly got changed, before deciding to grab a hoodie out of his shared locker with Buck. The hoodie he reached for was definitely one of Buck’s. One of the other shift member’s wife had made them all them last Christmas. They had a little 101 Dalmatian graphic on the front and their last names on the back.  Eddie would never admit it, but he wore Buck’s version of the hoodie more than he wore his own. Having oversized clothing he could steal from his significant other was a new novel thing. He wouldn’t trade it for the world. He enjoyed the extra space in the shoulders and arms, the fraying starting on left side of the pocket from where Buck snagged it on something, the extra warmth that seemed to come just from it being Buck’s. 

The removal of the hoodie revealed something Eddie knew hadn’t been in the locker before. It was Buck’s clipboard. It was both a terror to the station, but a guarantee that everything was going to be done correctly. Normally, it was left hanging in a storage closet for when Buck got restless and went to make sure they had enough stock in the firehouse. For it to be in the locker, it felt like something was up. Checking around to make sure he was alone, Eddie pulled it out and sat down on one of the benches. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to see, but he was not expected to see a bunch of doodles with Buck’s messy scrawl around them. 

Buck could be a semi decent artist when he wanted, the years of drawing with Christopher seems have paid off. Eddie felt his eyebrows furrow as he tried to connect the dots, but he wasn’t connecting shit at the moment. Did the doodles have to do with Buck’s weird behavior? The more Eddie stared, the less sense it made until he looked at one particular doodle. It looked almost like the outline of a polaroid with two fish where the photo would have gone. The handwriting on the bottom of it should have been a dead give away. Just keep swimming, written out by Christopher. 

“Is that my hoodie?” Buck’s voice startled Eddie. Eddie felt a slight blush across his face, feeling like a kid caught in the cookie jar. He knew he could steal Buck’s clothing. The two had shared plenty of times before they got together. The overwhelming urge to shove the clipboard back in the locker and pretend he hadn’t seen it did overcome Eddie, but he knew that would seem even more suspicious.  

“If you wanted to wear it, should have worked the full shift with the rest of us.” Eddie looked up as Buck walked into the locker room, pausing to drop a kiss to Eddie’s forehead before stuffing his bag into their locker. 

“Heard it was a rough call, you okay?” Buck shut the locker door and turned around, eyes evaluating his boyfriend. He could see the tense line in the older man’s shoulders as he nodded. The younger man held continued to study Eddie for a few seconds before sitting down on Eddie’s left. “I left that in the locker,  you don’t need to feel guilty about seeing it.” 

“I still should have asked. I knew it wasn’t mine and you clearly haven’t been ready to talk about what’s going on with you.” Eddie kept his voice light, making sure there was an out for Buck. He was curious about the clipboard in his hands but he wouldn’t push. He always knew Buck would tell him whenever he was ready to share. Until then, Eddie could support from the side. If it was something medical, it couldn’t have been major as he would only be off a week and Bobby didn’t seem to know about it.

“I was going to tell you, I just wasn’t sure how.” It was Buck’s turn to look a little sheepish. He gently took the clipboard from Eddie’s hands. “I’ve been planning a few new tattoos out. I wanted to get one for everyone important to me. I know everyone will try and talk me out of it, but I need to do this. I’ve talked it through with Dr. Copeland I promise.” He took a deep breath in with a slow exhale before continuing. “I know I am important to you all, and I really hope you all know how much I love you all. This is just a reminder for me. Even when we drift a little these are just reminders for me of the relationship we have. It’s a reminder of everything we have all been through. It’s why I’m taking time off. I’m getting them all done and then they need healing time before I can come back to work. ” 

Eddie stared down at the paper, everything clicking. He could see the various designs, not entirely sure on how all of them related to each person. The polaroid was clearly Buck and Chris. If he had to guess, the pinkies interlocking with some kind of monogram was for Maddie. There was a bundle of flowers he didn’t recognize but he thought could be for Athena. There was another design that looked like a bunch of random shapes and scribbles,  but he was sure held just as much meaning if not more than the others. Eddie reached over to interlace his closest hand with Bucks.

“I don’t think anyone would be mad about it. Maybe they would tell you to spread them out so you can recover more between the two. Everyone’s been worried about you all week, and then Chim let it slip that you had an appointment and you know us. We all jumped to worse case scenario.”  He gave Buck a gentle smile, wanting to make sure he was alright before he started his teasing again. “So which one is for me huh, I better be the most special one.” 

Buck took a second before responding. “I’m still working on yours. I haven’t liked anything my artist or I have come up with yet. Plus, we already sort of have matching tattoos and it’s going to be hard to top that.” Buck traced over Eddie’s arm tattoo with his spare hand. Eddie may not have been one to believe in fate and all that, but Buck did. There had to be some reason he and Eddie got tattoos that would line up together years before they met. “I’ll be at the studio pretty much the whole day. Maddie’s coming in at the end to get hers matching with me, but you could always come in earlier? Help me try and pick a design? Might have to hold someone’s hand too.”  

Eddie pulled their intertwined fingers to his lips, dropping a gentle kiss on the back of Buck's hand. He knew it would be an important day for Buck and he would do his best to be there. “I can come right after I drop Christopher off at school. Wouldn’t want you holding anyone else’s hand. I waited long enough for the privilege to be able to in the first place. Who knows, it’s been a while since I got a some fresh ink.” 

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[bucks-little-hop]

bones are good (the rest don't matter) 2.5k

For Buddie Week Day 2: Protective Eddie - Co-Parenting - "I can tell you're not fine"

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Bake sale days at Christopher’s school were Buck’s favourite, but they never seemed to go off without a hitch Yes, Buck had been banned from having a clipboard. No, he did not want to talk about how he lost it. He may or may not have yelled at Chimney for incorrectly folding in the ingredients for an angel food cake, but that was besides the point. He was not allowed to do his large scale cooking projects at the station anymore. Instead, he had packed Eddie up with a box of the few that didn’t look the best but would still taste amazing. The 118 may have made fun of Buck for his ability to unhinge his jaw and swallow his food whole but he saw how they acted for his triple fudge brownies. He knew that they would be begging for more when they saw him. He already knew Eddie would bring it up when he joined them after his shift. Buck hated not being on the same shift, but sacrifices had to be made so Christopher could continue to brag that his baked goods sold out the fastest.  He may not have helped as much with the baking, but he did quality check the taste so he got some credit.

The actual bake sale itself was mundane. Lots of parents and kids flitting around the room, following whichever sweet treat called to them. As predicted, Buck was out of brownies within the second hour. Who knew 100 brownies wouldn’t enough? Buck did, he may not have had a clipboard, but he still had a notes app on his phone he could check things off. He had done all the math based on previous bake sales, and knew approximately how fast they would sell out. That was why he had a box of cannolis sitting in a cooler in his car. He could not be bested by Jessica, who claimed she could raise the most money. She was a newer parent in the district, only joining at the start of the school year three months before. She, and her daughter Rachel, seemed to cause problems at every turn. Buck had listened to Eddie express his distain for her after one particularly awful PTA meeting. The only positive of it was Jessica always brought out Eddie’s disgusted face, which Buck found quite adorable. Buck couldn’t wait for the two of them to debrief on the couch tonight. 

Buck let Christopher know he was running out to the car. He resisted the urge to press a kiss into Christopher’s curls. They were firmly in that pre-teen stage where either of his dads were more often than not embarrassing. It did warm Buck’s heart. He got to embarrass Christopher the same way his dad did. He still had his doubts about his place in the Diazes’ lives sometimes. With moments like this, it eased some of his general nerves. He knew he wouldn’t just be put into Eddie’s will for no reason. He also knew the hidden adoption paperwork on Eddie’s side of the room didn’t exist for no reason. It was the same reason Buck had a ring hidden in his sock drawer. Neither were hidden well, but just waiting for the right moment to be addressed. Things were good between Buck and Eddie. Maybe even a little too good. There hadn’t been any major injuries at work in a few months. They hadn’t had any sort of major fight in at least half a year. Knowing who they both were as people, it was clear they were both just waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was something Buck made a note of in his phone to address at their next therapy session together. He took the moment to also send Eddie a text, letting him know the bake sale was all to plans. Buck really should have known better than give the universe the potential to jinx him. 

Buck got side tracked on his way back to the gym. He couldn’t pass up an opportunity to hear the science teacher talk about the upcoming field trip, and how they were so excited that Buck had volunteered to chaperone. It did mean that overall it took about 10 minutes longer than expected. Eddie had mentioned one late night that neither he or Shannon were as extroverted as Christopher, and he got that trait all from Buck. It was one of those jokes they had that always left Buck with a slight skip in his step. Of course it crumbled down as soon as he got back into the gym.

Across from the entrance Buck could see Jessica and Rachel talking with a clearly upset Christopher. Buck couldn’t make out their words, but based on the smug look on Rachel’s face, he could make some guesses. He hurried over to the trio.

“Thanks for holding the fort down while I was gone. I’ve got everything I need from the car, so you’re free to go roam again Christopher.” Buck did his best to keep his tone light. He slid back behind the table and started to set out the new treats. He wanted there to be an way for Christopher to escape if he wanted. The younger boy, strangely enough, did decide to leave and go wander around. It was an indication he was upset about what had been said, but more clearly that it was something said about Buck. 

“Jessica, Rachel. So lovely to see the two of you.” He plastered on his fakest of nice smiles on. It was the one he used on calls when whoever they were rescuing could not take the hint that he was taken and had no interest. “I thought you would be completely swamped with your cupcakes.” Buck could not wait for Eddie to arrive. He knew that the other man would have so many bitchy opinions on the lavender earl grey cupcakes Jessica had made. ‘Really Buck, what kid likes earl grey? Just make a vanilla or something and put colourful frosting on it.’

“Hello there Buck. We had just been talking about how Christopher’s father made the brownies today but I don’t see Eddie anywhere.” Jessica seemingly pretended to look around the room before making eye contact with Buck again. “I had thought it was that parents providing the treats, not family friends.” She always had that fake tone quality to her voice. The one where a person could sound just so sweet and innocent, but knew that they were picking words specifically to cut deep. 

“As we have covered before, both Eddie and I are Christopher’s parents. So yes, these are made by a parent. Even still, I didn’t see anyone complaining about Stephen’s clearly store bought cookies.” It wasn’t that Buck had forgotten Jessica was homophobic, it was more of one of those cases where she had so many bad qualities it didn’t make sense how they all fit inside a person. If Buck was a betting man anywhere outside the station he would certainly have bet that Jessica or Rachel had made a comment that Christopher should be sitting down instead of standing up before he came over. They really would need to talk with the Principal if this continued.

“The instructions just said the parents had to bring something, not that it was homemade.” Jessica threw her hair over her shoulder. “As much fun as this is, I should go and talk to some of the actual parents.” She gave Buck no room to respond before walking off.

Buck wouldn’t have responded anyways. There was nothing that was nice and true that he could have said to Jessica. He was also trying to be the bigger person and keep their children out of whatever petty fights the parents decided to have. He filled his time with idle chat with any of the other parents, teachers, or children who made their way around. He would need to let Eddie know to suggest next time that perhaps 4 hours was far too long of a time for these to go on. Who even suggested it? Probably Jessica, making up some annoying story about how it would be most effective if it was longer so everyone could show up to buy something. 

Eddie finally showed up with about a half an hour to go. He looked almost dead on his feet. Buck hadn’t gotten any texts about any particularly bad calls. Then again, he hadn’t heard much from the team today. Seemed like it was probably just a day of minor non-stop calls. The shift had been operating as a mostly medical team that day, so probably many visits to the few nursing homes in their radius for calls that didn’t really need to be emergency calls. Buck’s suspicious were confirmed when his greeting kiss to Eddie lasted a little longer than the older man would normally allow. Eddie still wasn’t the biggest on PDA. In private, he had no problems showing Buck with affection, but years of repressing your sexuality didn’t just go away overnight. Buck didn’t mind, he knew Eddie just showed his love different in public. Almost as if Eddie knew Buck’s train of thinking, he stole one of the last cannolis from the box.

“Oh I see how it is. You thought you could distract me while you stole from your son’s school.” Buck teased, bumping his shoulder into Eddie. He jostled Eddie slightly, leading to some of the filling to end up on his nose. Eddie’s eyes crossed as he looked at it causing Buck to let out a soft chuckle. 

“You know me, nothing I love more than stealing from children.” Eddie responded while wiping his nose off. He wrapped an arm around Buck’s waist and leant slight on the taller man. “Did I miss anything exciting?”

“Nothing interesting today. I did hear a rumour that Iris is cheating on her husband with Kyle.” It was not quite a legal obligation to fill Eddie in on all the gossip he heard, but it may as well have been.  “It did come from Mariah however, so I’ll need a second source on that one.” 

“I thought Kyle had been cheating on his wife with Anne.” Eddie spoke softly while waving over at Christopher with his free hand. He’d say hi to him on their way out. Whatever game the kids had invented was far more exciting than the boring parent discussion going on.

Buck was getting ready to respond that yes, Kyle was still seeing Anne and Iris was just going to add to that drama. He didn’t get the chance, as Jessica had made it her mission to come back over.

“Ah Eddie! It is so nice to see that we finally have another parent here.” Jessica was always a little nicer to Eddie than she was Buck. Buck assumed it had to do with the fact that Eddie was Christopher’s biological father, so he had to have been with a woman at some point. 

“I don’t think another parent being here really makes a difference. But if you’re so concerned with the amount of parents here your husband could finally show up. It’s interesting that we haven’t met him yet.” Eddie shot back. 

“Well he is in Hong Kong for business this week, so unfortunately he couldn’t make it.” Jessica’s face morphed into the frown she always got about her husband. It was a weird mixture of pretend sad and a ‘I’m better than you because my husband is important’ face. Buck had many doubts on whether or not the husband actually existed, or wasn’t just always out of the house from how unpleasant his wife was. He was sure it would come up when he and Eddie talked later. 

“Rachel at least has me here, so she’s got a parent represented. Christopher just had your friend here the whole time.” 

Buck felt Eddie’s grip tighten on his waist. Maybe Eddie should have just gone home, it wasn’t with him getting into a fight because he was tired. If he was only slightly bitchy Buck would allow it.

“Buck was here the whole time. Just because you don’t recognize my fiancé as a parent doesn’t make it true. You have a lot of opinions that aren’t accurate, like the fact you thought that those shoes were a good choice for that outfit.” Jessica tried to open her mouth to respond, but Eddie cut her off before she got the chance. “I really don’t think you want to cause a scene in public like this, but if you don’t leave in the next 10 seconds I will start yelling.” 

If there was one thing Jessica hated above all else, it was a public scene. You couldn’t right fight in those, they just made everyone look bad. She couldn’t have her social image disturbed because Eddie didn’t want to hold back. She left with a huff.

Buck’s brain had frozen on the word fiancé, and was processing a reboot the rest of that conversation. He must have had some sort of look on his face, because Eddie was suddenly in front of him, hand resting on Buck’s collarbone in a oh so familiar spot. Eddie had the decency to look a little sheepish.

“I know we hadn’t really talked about it, but you didn’t hid it all that well. I’ve been calling you that for weeks in my head, waiting for it to be true.” Eddie’s voice had a bit of nervous quality to it. “I know Jessica doesn’t really matter, but I hate that anyone can look at you and not know how important you are to me. I know you're not fine when other's act like Christopher isn't yours.” 

Buck gave Eddie a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling him into a hug. If they were not standing in a middle school gymnasium he would certainly have given Eddie a much different kind of kiss. “I really don’t know if that counts as a proposal, but thanks for stealing my thunder. I can’t wait to tell everyone how we got engaged. We can discuss it more when we get home, but you know there is nothing I want more than to be able to call you my husband and to sign those documents to make Christopher legally mine.” 

Buck already had plans to hide the ring in Eddie’s coffee the next morning. He could get his cheesy moment where he got to tell Eddie how much he loved the other man and how much joy he and Christopher brought to Buck’s life. He would also get to watch a barely awake Eddie not notice anything was up until he finished his entire first cup and was going to fill it up again. Eddie was going to hate a morning proposal, but Buck already knew he would compromise on an afternoon wedding so it would all work out.

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been ready for you to come home (for so long) 2k

For Buddie Week Day 1: Borrowing/stealing/sharing Clothes - Secretly Married - "I'm right here, I always have been."

I tried to mix them all together into one story

read on ao3 here

Eddie Diaz was many things. A practical man first and foremost. An upstanding member of society. He kept a level head, and didn’t panic. He had spent years in the military and then working as a first responder. He kept certain secrets close to his chest, not willing to bring them out into the light. There were a few situations that caused him to panic, to forget why certain things were secrets, to not fully think through the consequences.

For the most part, it was an uneventful day. Calls were few and far between. Mostly minor medical calls requiring only Hen and Chim, occasionally Bobby, to leave the firehouse. On any other day, it would have been great for Eddie. He could have gotten a work out in, maybe knock out a book or two from the community shelf, maybe even practice some Mario Kart so he could beat Christopher later that night. None of that had happened though. He spend most of the day working on the stock closets. Eddie had not been hanging out in them to avoid Buck, thank you very much.

Buck and Eddie got into a small, teeny tiny fight over dinner the previous night. It was an argument the two had had several times before. Buck wanted to help pay for some of Christopher’s activities, and Eddie wouldn’t budge on his no. Money was always a touchy subject between the two. Eddie never wanted to take advantage of Buck and all his kindness. He had already gone above and beyond for the Diazes, Eddie was not going to take anything more. Yes Christopher had really wanted to go to the science camp over the summer. Eddie would just have to pick up some extra overtime, it wasn’t a big deal. With Christopher’s thriving social life it would be easy enough to find a sleepover for the kid while he went to work. Buck had argued that Eddie didn’t need to, and Buck wanted to help. It had maybe resulted in a yelling match, both saying things they didn’t mean. Buck had left Eddie’s house that night in a huff, and the two had not spoken since. So no, Eddie was not avoiding Buck that morning. He was just giving him some space. If Eddie knew how their day would end he would have thrown himself at Buck’s feet and begged for forgiveness.

There had finally been a call in the last hour of their shift that required all hands on deck. There had been a fight at a family picnic at the park. The 118, along with a few police members, had been dispatched to handle everything. The ride there in the truck was tense, only light chatter between Bobby and their engineer. It was stifling in the back between Buck, Eddie, and Ravi. Their poor probie always seemed to end up on the most awkward of A Shift days. When they got to the scene Bobby made the wise choice to separate Buck and Eddie. Eddie was sent with Hen and Chim to triage patients, Buck was with Ravi on crowd control.

Eddie tried to focus on his patients. He was not superstitious, but Buck left without a fist bump or shoulder pat. Neither man would admit it out lout, but it was always a ‘be safe, see you soon, I love you’ between them. Eddie uneasy without it. He knew it was a dangerous job, but Buck seemed to get injured far more than the rest of them. While wrapping his patients arm into a split, he let his mind start formulating exactly what he wanted to say to Buck. He needed a plan, or it would all end up going out the window like it did the last time they talked. Eddie could express his fears and apprehension from accepting more help from Buck. He needed to. Buck deserved it. Without planning it out, Eddie always got frustrated with his lack of ability to communicate his feelings. They had 48 off, so after their shift he could go home, do a load of laundry, pick up Christopher, and then invite Buck for dinner so they could talk it out. A perfectly laid plan that couldn’t come to fruition.

The details of what happened weren’t exactly clear to Eddie. There was shouting coming from behind him, and a startled yelp from Buck. He whipped around fast enough to see the younger man stumbling away from a woman, and the police tackling the woman to the ground. Buck’s eyes found Eddie, and they were full of panic. There was more yelling, and Eddie knew he abandoned his patient to run over to Buck. Chimney had beat him over. It was a cacophony of yelling as Ravi rushed over with a backboard. Buck had been stabbed, and Eddie was useless. He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to help. He was pretty sure he held Buck’s hand the whole way there. He knew after the first time Buck coded that he just let all his feelings out. What words said? He didn’t know. Probably some reassurance to try and help Buck. Could have been about his undying love and unrequited crush on Buck but that was neither here nor there.

When Eddie got covered in Buck’s blood was a complete unknown to him. He didn’t fully recognize it until Hen pulled him into the bathroom and cleaned him up. His dirty shirt was swapped out for a hoodie. Instantly, Eddie knew it wasn’t his hoodie. It was a little too lose in the shoulders, and the arm cuffs were worn out from where Buck pushed it up his forearms. It was the spare one stored in the ambulance, for when Buck inevitable ended up injured or cold on a call. He did end up wet on calls far more than normal, looking like a drenched puppies. He was adorably pathetic in those moments.

Eddie felt the fresh tears streaming down his face at that point. He might not see Buck like that again. Everything else was a blur again, his feelings of worry overtaking everything else. He didn’t care that he was eventually put into an uncomfortable chair. He didn’t care that everyone was treating him like fragile glass. He didn’t care about anything except Buck’s well being. He did know at some point he called Pepa to keep her updated and ask if she could watch Christopher. It wasn’t until a doctor came out to inform them that Buck was going to be touch and go through the night. The stab nicked one of his lungs, and they were concerned about that. They couldn’t allow anyone except family to come back. Bobby’s protests fell on deaf ears. Eddie’s grief turned into anger. He couldn’t let the last time he talked to Buck be them arguing if something happened. Eddie wasn’t prepared to do any of this without Buck.

“Please, he’s family. Let me go back and see him.” Eddie’s voice cracked, but there was a clear sharpness to his tone. He looked up at the doctor hoping his pleading eyes would work. He could feel the doctor about to shut his request down. He panicked, pulling out his in case of emergency card. He knew he was going to have to explain to the team later but he didn’t care. He needed to see Buck.

“He’s my husband. You can check the records. Eddie Buckley-Diaz. Please, just let me back. I need to see him.”

Feeling the weight of the stares of the team, Eddie waited as the doctor flipped through Buck’s chart. He gave a small nod before speaking “Alright Mr. Buckley-Diaz, we can take you back.”

Eddie stood up, feeling his joints creak. He followed the doctor with a single minded focus of just Buck, Buck, Buck. He wouldn’t feel normal again until he laid eyes on the other man. Maybe he should have promised to give the team an update. However he knew the team and the team knew him. He knew they were going ask questions about them somehow being married. He didn’t feel like he could answer them all. Not alone. Not when he couldn’t explain how it started as a joke, but then it somehow ended up with the two of them in a courthouse. It was one of the smartest choices Eddie had ever made clearly. The only thing Eddie heard before the doors shut behind him was Ravi’s confused voice. “Wait, I thought they were divorced. Can you get remarried after that?”

There was no reason for the older man to pay attention to where in the hospital he was being lead. He had been to Cedars-Sinai at least 7 times to many. The doctor at the very least didn’t try and hold conversation. Eddie couldn’t even remember what his name was, too focused on hearing how Buck had been doing. He would learn it later, once he saw Buck.

Somehow, it never got easy seeing Buck in the hospital beds. His giant form always got dwarfed by the beds. He always looked so much younger, as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. His medic brain tried to take in his surroundings. That logical part of him knew Buck was as safe as he could possibly be. The machines were working, doing their jobs. The IVs running into Buck’s arm were helping. The uncomfortable oxygen mask was keeping his lungs working. There was nothing Eddie could do that the doctor’s hadn’t. It didn’t stop Eddie from pulling a chair from the corner as close to Buck’s bed as possible. Eddie rest his hand on Buck’s wrist. He needed to feel the other man’s pulse for himself. Some part of the back of his brain recognized the doctor had left after leaving them, likely informing a nurse about Buck having a visitor. It meant that Eddie could work through what he wanted to say to Buck without it anyone else overhearing.

“Buck, I am so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I know you were just trying to help, and you didn’t do anything wrong. I just need to work through it with Frank, maybe even have you come to a session.” It was something Eddie had thought about before. Knowing then he didn’t have to worry about using the right words. Buck and Frank could usually work out what he meant, or at least when it was clear Eddie was trying to say something different than how the words were coming out. “You’re such an important part of Christopher’s life, of my life. I know I have some abandonment issues, but you’re not Shannon. It isn’t fair for you to be treated like you are. I need you to know how important you are to me. I know we got married to protect Christopher, to make sure my parents couldn’t try and take him from you. But you and I? We are so much more than that.”

Eddie used his spare hand to wipe the tears from his eyes. He did let out a soft laugh, knowing Buck would be so mad at him for using his hoodie sleeve for that. Buck usually treated his hoodies like they were precious. He then moved his hand to intertwine his fingers with Buck’s, pulling the other man’s hand to his lips. It was for Eddie’s reassurance, but he hoped it would give Buck some peace in his sleep. “When you wake up, I have so much to say to you. It wouldn’t be fair for me to say it when you can’t respond. I think you know, but I know you need words. For now, I just need you to know I’m right here, I always have been. I’m not going anywhere until you kick me out.”

Eddie would have sat in that uncomfortable chair for years if that’s what Buck wanted. If that was how he was to pay his penance. Come morning, when the sun rose and Buck’s blue eyes opened to the world, the two would have a lot to talk about. Until then, Eddie would sit and think about all the ways to tell Buck he loved him, all the ways he could chase any doubts he caused out of Buck’s mind, and everything he knew he needed to fix about himself not just for Buck, but for him.

#ty writes #buddie week 2024 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #pre buddie technically

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Planned to have my return to 911 social media with Buddie week but I cannot believe we finally won and got Bi Buck.

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Crime is hard.

#buck #hen #911 whats your queue

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actuallyrafa - Who’s ready for Season 2 of Lone Star?

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(random af) buck and eddie + textposts

#buck #eddie #911 whats your queue

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Anon asked: short sleeved or and long sleeved Buck

#buck #sleeve in this show really just mean 'do we feel love covering up tattoos today or nah' #luckily everyone does look good both ways #911 whats your queue

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eddie diaz ↳ season 2B part 1

#eddie #911 whats your queue

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9-1-1 POC Week 2020: Day 3

→ Favourite POC friendship: Chim & Hen

#chim #hen #i love their friendship we need more of it #911 whats your queue

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9-1-1 POC WEEK ★ DAY 7: free choice — begins

#athena #eddie #hen #chim #911 whats your queue

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The Firefam vs chairs - for @justsmilestuffhappens

#eddie #buck #chim #hen #bobby #they gotta have mandated training in how to sit on a chair correctly #a whole bunch of fools #911 whats your queue

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911 1x09

#buck #911 whats your queue

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eddie diaz ↳ season 3A part 7

#eddie #911 whats your queue

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And no matter what happens, you’ll always love them, and nothing could ever change that. for @zeethebooknerd​

[ID: 5 gifs of Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley from 9-1-1. Gif 1 shows Eddie and Buck walking, shoulders brushing and knocking into each other as they walk, from Stuck. The gif reads “What’s a soulmate?” in a pink-to-blue gradient text. Gif 2 shows a series of ‘buddie’ scenes: their first save in Under Pressure, with Eddie wiping his brow with the back of his hand and Buck eying him suspiciously; Buck cheering for ‘G.I.’ in the same episode; Chris giving Buck a handmade card in Kids Today, Buck kneeling in front of him as Eddie hunches in to join the conversation; Eddie encouraging Buck to get out of bed in The Searchers; Eddie and Buck hugging at the start of Buck’s party in Kids Today. Gif 3 shows another series of scenes: Buck, Chris, and Eddie playing video games on Buck’s couch in Fallout; Eddie and Buck with Chris after they’ve helped him down the firefighter’s pole in Stuck; Eddie grinning as he watches Buck help Chris and Denny make gingerbread houses in The Christmas Spirit; Buck smiling when Eddie explains how much Buck loves researching disasters in Fallout; and Buck and Eddie glancing to each other after a civilian mom asks if either of them are single in Seize the Day.

Gif 4 shows another series of scenes: Eddie, Chris, and Buck running down the sidewalk as Chris tries out his new skateboard in Fools; Eddie and Buck at May’s graduation photo booth, just after Buck thwacked Eddie in the face with his multitude of beaded necklaces in What’s Next; Buck and Eddie cheering on Hen and Albert at a karaoke bar in Seize the Day; and Eddie and Buck’s post-tsunami conversation, as Eddie squeeze’s Buck’s shoulder and reassures him, in The Searchers. Gif 5 shows Eddie and Buck in Buck’s kitchen, in Fallout. Buck holds his belt and saunters over to Eddie, then Eddie smirks and takes a sip of beer. The gif reads “It’s like a best friend but more.” in pink-to-blue gradient text. END ID]

#buck #eddie #i love this so much #911 whats your queue

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pumpkin spice latte (1.8k)

Part 1

read on ao3 here

The one where Buck gets a cat

There was some kind of peace that came with running at 2am that Buck enjoyed. It was just him running most nights. Occasionally he would see another runner, but they kept their distance. There seemed to be the unspoken rule of if they were running that late at night, they likely didn’t want to talk about why they were running that late at night. For Buck, it had almost become part of his routine. If he had the night off, there was a good chance he would go for his late night run. If he was at the station, he would go and work out until he was exhausted or a call came in. He just needed something to take his mind off. There was only so many times he could relive the same nightmares over and over again.

Doug. Fire Truck bombing. Tsunami. Embolism. The Well.

The nightmares repeated in a loop, playing almost a highlight reel of his most traumatic events from the last year. When he thought Chimney was dead on the ground from Doug. When he thought he was going to find Maddie’s body somewhere when Doug realized she wasn’t going with him. When he got crushed by a firetruck, and was helplessly pinned while the rest of the crew could have been blown up. When he lost Christopher in the tsunami. When his own body fought against him and would have killed him if it had been any other time. When he lost the weight on Eddie’s rope, and knew the rest of the team thought he was dead. So many times things could have gone wrong in his life, and so many times things could have been even worse.

He knew he should probably go to therapy with his issues, he knew Frank helped Maddie and Eddie out. But his last run in with therapy didn’t go super well, and he didn’t have much faith it wouldn’t be the same this time. He didn’t necessarily want to talk about his issues, and deflecting with sex was easier. So he ran instead. He ran until he was so tired he could barely walk. The nightmares couldn’t come if his brain was too tired to think. It never seemed to work right off the bat, like his brain somehow needed the nightmare to happen. Probably had something to do with unprocessed trauma, but that wasn’t something he really wanted to process. 

Buck zoned out while running, trying to let his mind be as blank as possible. There was music playing through his headphones, but he couldn’t have told you what he was listening to. He just focused on running, paying vague attention to his surroundings to make sure he didn’t run into anything. He should maybe have paid attention to his shoes, and he would have noticed the loose lace on his shoe before he tripped over it. 

Firefighter Buckley was graceful, knew how to control his limbs, and was nimble. He could pull off the most complex of rescues with no issues. Evan Buckley on the other hand, was a complete mess. He tripped, and managed to flail himself into an even worse position. Instead of landing on his front, he flipped himself and he landed hard on his side before rolling on his back. He knew as soon as he landed there was going to be a bruise. He didn’t think anything was broken, but he was certainly going to feel this in the morning.  

Accepting his fate, Buck stayed laying on the ground. He stared up at the dark night sky, almost asking for a sign. He just wanted something, something to remind him that eventually things would go back to normal. That he would eventually be able to sleep through the night, and not have to run to force a dreamless sleep. The starless sky seemed to taunt him, refusing to give him the answers he wanted. The stars would not help him tonight. 

He had no clue how long he stayed there, hoping for an answer. He eventually realized that one wasn’t going to come. He pushed himself off the ground, and started heading back towards his apartment. He could feel the slight tug against his bruised skin, but he kept going. It would be easier to deal with back in the privacy of his apartment. There was nothing he could do bruises anyway. All he could do was clean the dirt off him. He didn’t have to work later that day, so at least he could have time to heal. The team would undoubtedly ask him about the bruises, and yes he was clumsy, but they would still worry. They were busy people, this wasn’t something he needed them worrying about. When he actually got injured, then they could worry.

A sound from the alley next to him startled him out of his thoughts. There was something moving near the dumpster at the very back. People may have told Buck he did stupid things, but he was doing his stupidest yet when he walked down the alley to investigate. The stars may not have helped him, but something certainly did. There was no danger in that alley that night, instead there was a small brown cat foraging for food. Buck felt any tension ease out of his body when he saw the tiny shape. He probably should have been a little more careful, but running into danger was his job. 

“Hey buddy, how about I take you back home with me and we find a shelter for you tomorrow? The streets are no place for a cat like you.” Buck spoke gently as he leaned down to scoop the cat up. There was a meow of protest, but the kitten was too weak to put up much of a fight. It wasn’t a good sign at all. He was going to take the kitten home just for the night, and he would bring it to a shelter in the morning. Buck was not going to get attached to this cat, he didn’t have the schedule for a pet.

Buck wasted no time taking the cat back to his apartment, and straight to the bathroom. It was clear the cat was covered in dirt, and he really wasn’t going to let the poor animal stay like that. He tried to make the bath as quick and painless for the cat as possible. Luckily for him, the cat didn’t seem to mind the warm water or the extra pets it got as Buck tried to get all the dirt out of his fur. It didn’t take too long before the water was brown, and the cat was orange. He really thought it was going to be a black cat or maybe a tabby, but he figured the cat’s colouring might help it get adopted then. He scooped the kitten up out of the bath, and wrapped it in a towel. 

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” How about we go and get you some food?” He gently kept drying the cat off as he walked down the stairs. “I need something to call you, just calling you The Cat in my head doesn’t seem right.” 

The cat replied with a small meow, as if they were agreeing. Buck put them down on the counter, and dried them off with the towel a bit more. “Don’t get used to being on the counter. It’s a one time thing, I don’t want to lose you in the apartment. Your new owners won’t like it I’m sure.” 

Buck turned his back quickly to grab some food out of the fridge. He wasn’t exactly prepared to have a cat, and he didn’t think he really had the food for it. He googled what cats could eat, and after looking at at least 3 conflicting articles, he figured the cooked chicken he had was the best bet. He turned around, but the cat had moved from where he left him, next to the small pumpkin decoration Maddie had bought him.

“Huh, Pumpkin wouldn’t be too bad of a name. What do you think of Pumpkin?’ He asked the cat, who came walking back over to him. “Pumpkin it is then.” It was sort of a fitting name, Pumpkin was a vibrant orange cat with green eyes. A cute name would definitely help him get adopted. Giving Pumpkin a name was probably a mistake, Buck couldn’t get attached to the cat. He didn’t have the kind of lifestyle that supported a pet.

He cut the chicken up into small chunks for Pumpkin to eat. He was guessing that he was old enough to eat solid foods, but honestly Buck wasn’t sure. Pumpkin started to eat it, and Buck took that as a good sign. He put a small bowl of water down next to the food. He watched as the cat ate, and looked up the local shelters. There were 5 nearby he was going to call in the morning.

It didn’t take long for Pumpkin to finish eating the food Buck set out. He wanted to feed Pumpkin more, but he also didn’t want to clean any cat puke up in the morning. He scooped Pumpkin back up, and headed up the stairs. 

“Don’t get used to being carried around either. You may be a baby, but I don’t know if your owner will want to carry you around like this.” Pumpkin purred in response. That was probably more to do with the fact Buck was petting him more than anything else. Buck was very pointedly ignoring how happy Pumpkin looked. He wasn’t good material for a cat dad. He had a busy schedule, and honestly he forgot to take care of himself sometimes. Plus, he didn’t know if Eddie and Chris were allergic to cats and he wouldn’t want them to stop coming over because of a cat. He was pretty sure Eddie wasn’t, but then again Buck always seemed to end up on cat rescue duty out of the two of them. He should probably ask Eddie regardless, not related to Pumpkin at all. It was a good thing to know your friend's allergies. 

Buck put Pumpkin down on the spare pillow on the bed. “Now you stay here. I’m going to take a shower, but I assume you don’t wanna be in there with me. Just please don’t destroy anything.” He didn’t have the highest hopes nothing would happen. He didn’t even have a litter box, and just took a stray off the street who has claws that could shred things. He made his shower as fast as possible, not wanting to leave Pumpkin alone for too long, and not wanting to get caught in his thoughts either. 

When he stepped out of the bathroom, he pulled his phone out to take a photo of Pumpkin curled up on the pillow sleeping. He took the photo, and promised himself he would delete it once he dropped Pumpkin off at the shelter. He kept telling himself he wouldn’t get attached as he got back into bed. He couldn’t have a cat, he would just keep telling himself that and maybe he would accept it. If his hand reached out to pet Pumpkin as he was falling asleep, well that was his own business and no one had to know.

#ty writes #buddie #evan buckley #eddie shows up next chapter BUT we needed some set up first #i think this is currently 12 parts but we will see #i just needed buck and eddie with a cat