#9-1-1 ficlet

[film-in-my-soul]

Cannon divergence- Buck/Eddie??

I hope you liked this one!

.⋆｡°✩ Eddie becomes a paramedic instead of a firefighter but his and Buck's paths still cross. ✩°｡⋆.

The worst part, Buck thinks, laying on the sidewalk struggling to breathe, is that he's not even on the clock. At least when the universe decides to hand him his ass on a silver platter, he's getting paid for it (if he ignores Abby, and Taylor, and Ali...). Still, it could be worse; Bobby can't get mad at him for getting sideswiped by a car pulling a kid out of the road.

Side on fire and wind still knocked out of him, Buck makes the choice to stay on his back. It's a decision based upon years of training and the fact he thinks he'll lose his breakfast if he tires getting upright. The people in his periphery are making a scene, calling for help, but none of them are actively checking on him, and he's too focused on breathing to hear what they're saying or care. 

Just when Buck thinks of closing his eyes and passing out until an ambulance arrives, a small hand lands clumsily on his non-screaming shoulder, and his attention is forced to shift, eyes sliding unbidden to the side.

A tear-stained face, messy honey-brown curls, skewed glasses. It's the kid Buck had seen tipping sideways into the busy street, his crutches catching in a half-hidden crack in the pavement, sending him topping over. Buck does his best to smile around his grimace.

"Hey buddy," he hopes there's no blood on his teeth. He hopes he's not bleeding at all.

"I'm sorry," the kid says, light eyes wet and redrimmed, his bottom lip trembling hard. He's patting Buck like a cat that needs to be soothed. It twists up Buck's heart, and he wishes he could sit up to comfort him, show that, really, this isn't the worst he's been put through the wringer, but he can't. Buck does try to shrug, though, and bolstered by the need to not be the reason the boy cries even harder, he manages a better grin.

"Hey, don't be. It's not your fault-"

"Chris!" Much louder than the crowd still hanging around the edges, a voice breaks over the murmurs, and Buck feels the kid's (Chris's, he's sure) hand squeeze him hard.

"Daddy!" Chris calls back, and Buck watches from his position on the ground as, at first, a shadow falls over both him and the boy, and then a man comes into view, kneeling over Buck, but whose every bit of focus is on Chris.

"Christ, Mijo, what the hel- what happened?"

"Dad, you gotta help him. He got hurt pulling me away from the car. You gotta-"

They're talking over each other, and Buck feels as in the middle as he is, but the awkwardness is quickly swiped away when Chris's father tips his head down, blocking out the midday sun, and Buck is hit full force by how beautiful the man is. Soft brown eyes edged with the tease of crow's feet and smile lines, thick dark brows to match his swept-back hair, and the promise of stubble at the edge of his jaw. Buck is struck with an immediate attraction so powerful it rivals the impact from the Tesla that he's pretty sure sped away from the scene.

"-ir, sir, can you hear me?"

Buck blinks back into the moment, nods, and immediately regrets it.

"Oh shit, don't do that, okay, you need to keep yourself still until the paramedics arrive."

"No, I-" Buck swallows, trying to clear his suddenly tight through, "I know. Firefighter." He'd point to himself, but Chris is still clinging to his undamaged arm, and the idea of shifting just to make it clear he's not delirious is both daunting and directly in opposition to his claim of knowing better.

The man smiles, and it's devastating how it brightens every corner of his face.

"Good to know. Someone's called 9-1-1, so I'm going to make sure you're alright until the ambulance gets here. I'm a paramedic." He tacks on the last bit like an afterthought, like he should make it clear that the gently probing hand suddenly on Buck's flank isn't for nefarious purposes.

"You sure you're not an angel?" It slips out, easy like breathing still isn't, and Buck can't find it in himself to be cowed at having said it.

The man, whose gaze had slid down to watch as his fingers worked, snaps his eyes back to Buck's face, expression wide with surprise, and Buck hears a soft giggle from Chris.

"Uh, no," he says, a satisfying splash of color coming onto his cheeks, "Just Eddie the paramedic."

Eddie. It fits. Buck likes it. He also likes how Eddie's clearly trying to tuck his bashful smile away and get back to the task of ensuring that Buck isn't bleeding internally.

"Coulda fooled me," Buck can't help himself, rewarded again by Chris's laughter, finally done with crying, it seems, and Eddie's soft chuckle and headshake. He flusters easily, and Buck can't help imagining pushing his luck just to see how much he can get the rosy color to spread over his tan complexion.

He doesn't get the chance, and before Eddie can reply, the sound of the ambulance is there, and then two paramedics descend upon them, one going to squat beside Eddie.

"Diaz, thought you were off duty today."

Eddie rolls his eyes, and Buck wants to comment that, really, are civil servants ever off duty? But then the other paramedic waves a penlight in his eyes and starts asking him questions, carefully dislodging Chris from his place by Buck's shoulder so she can get a collar around Buck's neck.

When they leave and return with the stretcher, Eddie helps load Buck on, and Chris fists his hand in Buck's shirt when they try to wheel him toward the flashing vehicle.

"Chris, we have to let them take Buck to the hospital," Eddie says, coming around to his son's side. Buck smiles, something twinging in his chest that has nothing to do with being jostled forward. He opens his mouth to assure Chris he'll be okay, that as long as Chris is fine, it's all good, but Chris beats him to it as he turns his face up to his father and asks, "But can't we go with him?"

The request floors Buck, and it seems to leave Eddie equally stumped. Chris uses the opportunity to continue.

"It's my fault he's hurt. I want to make sure he gets to the hospital okay."

Something flashes in Eddie's eyes, something that implies a story underlining Chris's words. If he could, Buck would wheel himself into the ambulance and away from what probably needs to be a private conversation. He can't, though, so he sits silent, trying to communicate to Eddie with his eyes that, really, they've already done enough, Chris with his getting Buck's help and Eddie putting up Buck's brazen flirting.

The female paramedic at the head of the stretcher, amused and unhelpfully, adds, "We've got the room."

Between that and Chris's blatantly pleading pout, Buck watches Eddie sigh and momentarily hang his head before he looks back to Buck, smiling small and crooked.

"Only if you don't mind the company. It would... it would mean a lot to him."

Buck wonders if he plays his cards right; he might be able to get that 'him' to become 'us.' He smiles.

"The more the merrier."

Ficlet Bingo! (Still Squares Left!)

#buddie #buck/eddie #buddie ficlet #9-1-1 ficlet #ficlet bingo

[dangerpronebuddie]

Instead of writing my finals, I wrote this. Based on this post from @chronicowboy

Maddie bolts out the door, Hen close behind, the Buckleys already on their way to inform the guests of the… delay, leaving Buck and Eddie standing there like lost NPCs. To be honest, Buck feels like one. His head is still pounding so much he can’t hold a rational thought for more than a moment. His movements are still sluggish, each gesture enough to make him feel like he’s back on that sinking cruise ship. Eddie scrubs his hands over his face and lets out a noise that’s half sigh, half groan. “We are never doing that again, right?” “Never,” Buck agrees. He looks at his best friend, really looks at him, for the first time since finding him in the empty hot tub. His suit is completely ruined. Stains and tears and wrinkles tell a story Buck only half remembers. Somewhere between karaoke and the fifth bottle of champagne, Eddie’s shirt got ripped to shreds. Why? Buck doesn’t know. He’d never complain, don’t get him wrong. The suit jacket only covers so much, leaving Eddie’s chest bare and enticing. But… The collar is the only remaining piece of fabric from the shirt. Buck can’t help but wonder if there’s some kind of irony, or deeper meaning behind it still being buttoned around Eddie's neck. Last night was the first night since they met that Eddie actually let loose. His smile and his entire being was so free and beautiful, even in the little moments Buck hardly recalls. And yet that collar remained through the whole night, keeping him captive. His captor? Himself. “C’mere,” Buck says, a little too soft, a little too fond. “What?” Eddie steps closer despite his confusion. Buck reaches up to unbutton the collar. His knuckles brush Eddie’s throat. He feels the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows. Buck looks into his eyes as he unbuttons the fabric. Eddie’s pupils are blown wide, keeping Buck from looking away. He slowly pulls the collar from around his neck and folds it up before tucking it into the pocket of Eddie’s jacket. He smooths his hand over it, feeling the rapid thump of Eddie’s heart beneath his palm. “Buck,” Eddie whispers, still looking into his eyes. They’ve drifted closer in the short time they’ve been standing there. So close Eddie has to look up at him. Buck takes him in- his mussed hair, his wide eyes, his plush pink lips. Lips Buck knows he caught himself staring at most of the night. “Eds.” Buck trails his fingers down the lapel of his jacket. Echoing footsteps cause Buck to step back, probably more than a respectable distance away. He feels cold suddenly, his heart faltering in its too fast rhythm. Hen appears in the doorway, still looking a little pissed. “What’s holding you up? You lost him, you help find him!” Buck and Eddie share a look before following Hen.

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #911 spoilers #9-1-1 #fanfic #ficlet #911 speculation #sorta

[loserdiaz]

eddie doing something so ordinary and mundane like folding the laundry or putting plates away in the kitchen and buck just— he stops dead in his tracks and needs to take a second, swallowing thickly before he's closing the distance between them and pulling eddie into a soft, tender kiss.

eddie would pull away after a few seconds and smile teasingly and fondly at buck. "what was that for?"

and buck would just shrug and kiss him again and again, unable to stop the grin forming in his lips. "i'm just really lucky and i can't believe i get to have this." he whispers against the kiss.

because he really, genuinely, never thought he'd get this. the domesticity, the tenderness, the home. he thought he would never be enough for anyone.

but he is.

for eddie, buck is more than enough.

#we have the poker date tonight and im just going feral with a thousand of buddie thoughts swimming in my head tbh #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #buddie ficlet #buddie drabble #911 ficlet #911 drabble #911 fic #tv: 9 1 1 #911onabc #911 on fox #my writing #april writes

[honestlydarkprincess]

for the prompts: hiding their face in the other's neck

maybe one day

buck x eddie || rated: t || wc: 1.1k

The second Eddie woke up he knew it was going to be a tough day. His head was killing him and he could feel the telltale signs of an oncoming migraine. He pushed himself up and out of bed and tried to get ready. Thankfully it was his day off but he still had to drive Christopher to school.

He stumbled into the bathroom and winced when he turned the lights on. Yeah, today was going to be a bad one. Splashing some cold water on his face, Eddie took a deep breath and rummaged around in the drawer for some Tylenol. He popped a couple pills and washed it down with water from the tap. He just needed to get Christopher to school and then he could come home, make his bedroom dark, and go to sleep. Thankfully he had purchased some black out curtains a while ago when he was working nights, those would come in handy today.

Eddie made it through getting dressed and brushing his teeth but when he walked into the kitchen he was hit by a wave of nausea and he had to hunch over the counter, taking breaths until his stomach stopped rolling.

“Dad?” Christopher said softly, coming up beside him. “Do you have one of your headaches?”

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbled. He tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. “I’m going to get you to school and then go back to bed. I should be fine by this afternoon.”

Chris hummed, not quite believing him. When Eddie got bad headaches it usually took more than a good nap for it to pass. “I’m going to call Buck.”

“You don’t have to call Buck, I can take you, mijo,” Eddie said, squinting against the light of the kitchen. Why was his house so damn bright?

“Yeah, I’m calling Buck. You only look like that—” Chris gestured at Eddie. “—when your headache is really bad.”

continue on ao3

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[cowboysandpilots]

Their hands are brushing, and Buck doesn't think it means anything. Sometimes, his shoulder brushes against Eddie's when they're walking closely, particularly after they're getting back to the truck after a call, and that doesn't mean anything, does it?

Buck has never once questioned his love for women and their bodies; his internet history is proof enough of that. But he’s starting to question why his stomach jumps when Eddie smiles at him.

At first, he chalks it up to the fact that he respects him so much. He likes watching Eddie interact with his son and he’s got so much pride for both of them that he can’t contain it. It's normal. He gets the same tight feeling when he sees Maddy interact with her daughter, but then it starts happening all the time.

Eddie takes his shirt off when they work out together, and Buck's mouth gets so dry that he's finished half his water bottle before they're done with their first set. Then Eddie asks him to spot and Buck almost shouts "no" as a reflex. It's normal to check out an attractive guy's ass, but is it normal to check out your best friend while he's lifting weights and drenched in sweat? Buck thinks that might be crossing a line.

He's an ally; he always has been. A fact that he reiterates to Maddie multiple times. He feels a bit sick when she hesitates like she doesn't believe him. It isn't that; she's just waiting for him to figure it out.

When Tommy kisses him, it's like everything clicks into place. This feels good; this feels right. He can like both men and women, and that's okay. Except... kissing Tommy makes him realize he's in love with Eddie, and that's the thing that means something, which just leaves Buck with something else to figure out.

How does he feel about polyamory?

——

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[likeshipsonthesea]

pull you a little closer

spoilers for 9-1-1 ep 7x04 this is the start of a fic i wanna write but i thought i'd share just this lil snippet bc it's bi buck day!!!!

Buck collapses back against his island and just barely restrains himself from lifting a hand to his lips like he’s fourteen again, getting his first kiss from a dare at a birthday party. He just kissed Tommy. Or, well, Tommy kissed him. He kissed back, though, kissed back and reached out to pull Tommy closer. Buck closes his hand around nothing. He remembers the firmness of Tommy's shoulder under his palm, the smell of his skin, the surprising softness of his lips. Buck doesn’t know why he’s so surprised about how soft Tommy’s lips are. Maybe because of flying? All that wind must chap someone’s lips. Maybe Tommy carries around ChapStick. He must. Otherwise how would he keep his lips so—

Knock-knock.

Buck blinks out of his ChapStick spiral. Another knock at his door? What now?

He shakes himself out of his stupor before walking over. Anyone knocking on his door at this time of night would have a good reason, like an emergency or a kiss, and Buck’s already gotten one of those tonight. He knows he’s smiling stupidly at the thought of it but he can’t help it. Tommy kissed him.

He’s still smiling stupidly as he opens up the door and he’d be embarrassed about it but he’s too happy to care, and then he just smiles wider because standing there, panting slightly and a little sheepish, is Tommy.

Tommy returns Buck’s smile. “I have PTO saved,” he says without a formal greeting. “Ruiz still owes me a favor from our fantasy football league. He’ll cover me.”

Stupid butterflies kick around in Buck’s chest. “Oh.”

“If you want company.”

Buck’s heart rabbits in his chest. He just kissed a guy for the first time in his life and he’s not entirely sure what it means, and he’s also supposed to call Eddie and apologize for being a dick even though he doesn’t know how to explain himself without getting into the whole I-might-like-dudes thing, and he’d already been kind of tired before Tommy came over so he was kind of thinking he’d just head to sleep, but—

“Yes,” he says, because if there’s one thing he’s sure of, it’s that he wants Tommy to keep looking at him. “Yes, I do.”

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[islenthatur]

Eddie knew something was wrong the moment Shannon stepped into the house. His eyes roamed over his son, who was chatting happily about school while removing his backpack, a large grin on his face... so it didn't have to do with Chris... but as his eyes flickered up to Shannon he saw a hesitant wariness in her eyes.

"Hello Mijo, did you have fun picking up mom at the airport?" He asked, sinking down to pull Chris in a hug but noticed the sudden tenseness in his best friend.

"Yeah dad! Miss Carla showed me how to read the arrival board, and I nearly got knocked down, but Evan saved me!" Chris exclaimed happily as he pulled out of his father's arm, not realising the devastation his words just caused.

"What?" The word came out choked as his eyes flew to Shannon once more, begging for an explanation. "...Evan?"

Chris laughed and nodded. "Yeah! He saved me from being knocked over b-by soldiers. I told him my name was Chris when he asked for it so they could apologise! He's really tall, daddy, like you said Papa would be! His name is Evan Christopher too l-like the tags!"

"Shannon..." Eddie choked out as Chris kept talking.

"It was him." Shannon whispered calmly. "Least we know why we could never find him Eddie, he went back to the Navy."

Agony ripped through Eddie, tears pooling and spilling over as the words ripped open the wound that never fully healed in his heart.

Evan was the love of his life, he met the man fresh off deployment two days after the night he and Shannon had a mistaken drunk one night stand... Eddie had fallen hard and fast, so very fast, but with a man like Evan, how could he not? He was a dream, charming, funny, spouted off random facts but deadly as a viper like a true Seal.

"You're it for me, Eddie. I'd give up the Navy for you in a heartbeat."

"You're ny everything Evan Buckley."

"Where..?"

Shannon grimaced and her hand rubbed the ring on her finger with guilt. "Carla says he lives in LA... but wouldn't say more. Eds, he saw my ring and just spooked... I think... I think he truly believes the lies your parents fed him."

#9 1 1 show #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #tv: 911 #911onfox #911 fandom #ficlet #story idea

[mattzerella-sticks]

Eddie: *checking his phone and smiling*

Chim: Who's that?

Eddie: It's just Buck.

Chim: What's Buck texting you?

Eddie: A funny story one of Chris's teachers was telling him about Chris.

Hen: Wait, why is Buck talking to one of Chris's teachers?

Eddie: Because it's parent-teacher night?

Chim: It is? And you're - you're here?

Eddie: Yeah.

Hen: And Buck is, Buck is... there?

Bobby, walking in on the conversation: Buck’s where?

Eddie: Parent-teacher night at Chris's school.

Bobby: Wait, why is Buck at Chris's parent-teacher night?

Eddie: He had the night off.

Hen: Why aren't you though?

Eddie: Because I'm on shift.

Bobby: Why didn't you have Buck switch with you so you had tonight off?

Eddie: He already had plans tonight.

Chim: To do what?

Eddie: Go to Chris's parent-teacher night.

Bobby, Hen, and Chim: 😶

Eddie: What?

Meanwhile, at Chris's school

Buck: ...so technically I'm his dad's partner. But, like, at work. We're firefighters. Though I do help him out with Chris a lot, when I can. We're both single, got out of a relationship recently. Eddie did, too. Not with each other, obviously, because why would I walk away from a catch like Eddie? Not that it could ever be like that. It'd be perfect though... I love Christopher like he were my own, y'know. But he's Eddie’s son. Mine if Eddie were to kick the bucket, but - but we don't need to get into that.

Chris's teacher: This... explains so many drawings.

#9-1-1 on fox #eddie diaz #howie 'chimney' han #henrietta wilson #bobby nash #evan 'buck' buckley #christopher diaz #buckeddie #buddie #buck x eddie #buddie ficlet #buddie chatfic #your honor they are idiots in love

[thewolvesof1998]

Inspiration Saturday

Tagged by the lovely @prince-buck-diaz and @spotsandsocks

Okay, so I made myself very sad with this one, so I hope you’ll join me in crying. This is the inspiration:

And here’s what it inspired: 

Hope you enjoyed it! 

Tagging in the hopes they’ll share their own (obviously no pressure): @wikiangela​​​​  @wildlife4life​​​  ​ @alyxmastershipper​​​  @try-set-me-on-fire and anyone else inspired!

Alt text: 

Gif 1 & 2: Samwise Gamgee in Lord of the Rings: Return of the King film saying ‘Don’t leave me here alone, don’t go where I can’t follow you’ to Frodo Baggins (off screen) while crying. Photo 1: Three tiered collage. The first tier is Buck in a hospital bed with a breathing tube. There is text on the bottom saying ‘Don’t leave me here alone’. The second tier is a gravestone that says ‘Evan Buckley, 1991-2023, Here lies a brother, friend and son. Gone but never forgotten’. The third tier is Eddie Diaz crying with the text on the bottom of the image saying ‘Don’t go where I can’t follow you’. Photo 2: Photo of text: Eddie simultaneously stands next to an occupied hospital bed and a freshly dug grave. Can feel tears on his cheeks but doesn’t know in what reality he’s crying, maybe it’s both. In the hospital room, they wait for a breath that never comes, as a heartbeat flatlines. At the grave, he watches as dirt fills the hole, unable to say goodbye. He’s fractured, split into two, left a part of himself in that hospital room with his lifeless body, then into three, left another part of himself to crawl into the grave next to him. The last part forced to go on. “Don’t leave me here alone…Don’t go where I can’t follow” The words are said by all parts of himself, across time, to someone who can no longer listen. They are whispered to a white room and cold skin, sobbed to a grey stone craved with his name and yelled into the darkening night at a universe that used to scream.  “don’t leave me here alone, Buck, don’t go where I can’t follow you.” “please, please don’t leave me don’t go please” “You left, you went where I can’t follow.”

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[ailelie]

Long Lost Friends and Second Chances (Marisol/Natalia, Buck/Eddie)

This was supposed to just be a quick plot bunny but it grew.

Eddie and Marisol are discussing past relationships and Marisol very carefully mentions how she had once fallen for her best friend back in college and that that best friend had been a woman. She's holding in a flinch, waiting for Eddie's reaction, but he's supportive and not judgemental.

So she opens up a bit more and describes the best friend and how they'd just clicked. The friend took premed and philosophy courses and talked about becoming a nurse or a doctor or an ethicist or a half dozen other things. Marisol calls her Nat and then, realizing she probably went a bit overboard, rushes to reassure Eddie that she isn't still hung up on Nat. It's been over a decade since they've even talked. Marisol doesn't even know where she lives now.

And that should be that.

But then Buck invites Eddie and Marisol on a double date with him and Natalia. They arrive at the place at about the same time and are crossing the parking lot, when Marisol just freezes.

"Nat?" She breathes the name out in both shock and wonder.

"The Nat?" Eddie asks and Marisol nods.

And then Natalia is grinning and jogging over to meet them. She immediately pulls Marisol into a tight hug. "Damn, Marisol, what are the odds?" She turns to Buck without fully letting Marisol go. "You didn't tell me that Marisol was Marisol."

"I didn't know?" Buck says. He looks to Eddie for answers, but Eddie just shrugs. It isn't his place to explain.

"We went to college together," Marisol says, stepping back against Eddie.

"She used to be my Eddie," Natalia explains at the same time.

Eddie who knows a bit more of the story barely keeps from flinching. He wants to offer Marisol an out, but Natalia still has one hand wrapped around Marisol's wrist like she's afraid she's going to disappear.

They go to eat and Natalia is asking Marisol about her family and her career and how her life has gone. They're sitting across the table from each other, but Natalia keeps reaching out to touch the back of her wrist or fingers.

At one point Marisol gets up to use the restroom and Buck says, "You used to be really close, huh?"

Natalia nods. "Inseparable, but then I went home one weekend and never ended up returning. Family stuff. I had to drop out. And I should have called her or emailed, but I was stubborn and wanted to explain in person." She shrugs. "That never happened."

Eddie stands. "I'll be right back." He goes toward the restrooms and finds Marisol sitting at a high top in the bar next to the hall leading to the restrooms. Her eyes are red.

He slides into the seat across from her. "You still love her," he guesses.

"I'm so sorry," Marisol says.

"Better this happen now than in a month or more, right?" he says, trying to see the silver lining. Then he adds, "In my line of work, there are a lot of close calls. I see a lot of people think they're too late to say what they need to say. Sometimes they are. Sometimes they aren't. I can tell you this, though, Natalia keeps staring at you like she can't believe you're real."

"I can't handle it if she disappears again. It was hard enough the first time when we were just friends."

"Come on," Eddie says, holding out a hand for her across the table. "Let's give her a chance."

Marisol nods and wipes her eyes. They return to the table, dropping hands when they're close.

"Everything all right?" Buck asks.

"You've been crying," Natalia says, her eyes narrowing. She shoots a glare at Eddie, but softens when Marisol reaches out for the first time that night and places her hand over Natalia's.

"I'm fine," she says. "Just a bit overwhelmed. In a good way. I've really missed you, Nat."

"Me too," Natalia says.

They continue reminiscing about college and sharing stories about their lives since. Eddie's phone buzzes. It is a text from Buck.

Do you get the feeling we're intruding? Buck asks.

Eddie types back. Natalia said they were like us. What would you do?

That'd never happen to us.

Oh? Eddie asks. He raises his brows at Buck. Neither woman notices their texting.

I'd never disappear on you.

Eddie can't stop the smile that melts over his lips. He taps his foot against Buck's and then leaves his leg there, ankle against ankle.

I'd never let you, he replies.

Light pink blossoms over the tops of Buck's cheeks.

Dinner continues with Buck and Eddie both feeling like they're third wheels. When they're done and have headed outside, they linger in the middle of the parking lot.

Then Buck says, "Natalia, you drove. Why don't you take Marisol home?"

"Is that okay?" Natalia asks, eyes only for Marisol.

Marisol nods.

"Come on, Buck," Eddie says. "I've got you."

They part and, when Eddie turns back, he sees Marisol reach out and twine her fingers with Natalia's.

While waiting at a red light, Buck suddenly breaks the silence. "She was in love with her."

"What?" Eddie asks.

"Natalia. When you guys were away from the table, Natalia said she'd been in love with Marisol and that she had never really stopped."

"Marisol said something similar," Eddie says, confident he is no longer sharing a secret.

Buck scrubs his hands over his face. "God, what are the odds?"

"They were really wrapped up in each other, weren't they?" Eddie asks.

Buck laughs. "Yeah. Some double date. It was more like they were together and I was there with--" his words slow until the last one stays lodged in his throat.

"Me," Eddie finishes. His hands tighten on the steering wheel and they collapse back into silence. He thinks about Marisol first sharing about her long-lost Nat. He remembers the wonder in Natalia's eyes each time she reached out to touch Marisol and about how he had wanted to do the same when Buck recovered, that desire for tangible proof he wasn't dreaming.

He thinks about the myriad stories they shared and the ways their lives had once been entangled. He thinks about Buck's texts to him.

I'd never disappear on you.

He keeps thinking the rest of the ride home and through the night and the next day.

She used to be my Eddie, Natalia had declared so confidently. But she had loved Marisol and said nothing and Marisol had loved her and said nothing. He didn't want that to be his story.

Eddie thinks of his Tia's words and wonders who exactly he wants in his future, if he's willing to ever let Buck fade in importance in his life.

Then the next shift comes and Chimney asks, "How was the double date?"

"It was a hell of a first date," Eddie says before Buck can answer. He pins Buck with his gaze, willing him to understand. "I hope there are more."

Buck first looks confused, but then his eyes widen and he swallows hard. "Really?" he asks, his voice near strangled.

"Really. How about tomorrow? I bet I can get Tia to babysit."

"Tomorrow is a Tuesday," Buck points out.

Eddie raises his brows. "Do you mind?"

Buck shakes his head. "No. I don't."

Eddie can feel his smile turn goofy. "It's a date, then, Buckley."

Buck's grin is incandescent. "Better bring your A-game, Diaz." He stretches out his legs and Eddie can feel their ankles press together.

"Always."

To the side he can hear Chimney asking what they're talking about, but all he can see is Buck and all he can think about is Tuesday.

This isn't where he expected to be, but he can't imagine being or going anywhere else.

#buddie #buck/eddie #marisol/natalia #basically i just really really wanted a double date fic in which the BOYS are the ones on the outside and feeling awkward #Instead of the girls being the one doing all the emotional work for them #not!fic #ficlet #9-1-1 #this was supposed to just be a plot bunny

[kitkatpancakestack]

I don't know I've just been in some Chimney feels and this has been in my docs percolating for a while. I wanted to write something longer but writing has not been my friend lately, so imma just throw this out anyway, bc I love Chimney <3

Chimney stares down at the sweater in his hands as the door scrapes open behind him. Feet pad across the carpet, and then gentle hands smooth over his back, his shoulders, fingers trailing comfort across his collarbones.

Maddie presses a kiss to the back of his neck. "Albert just got here."

The mention of his brother's name makes all of it feel heavier, suddenly, pressing down on his shoulders, depressing his spine. He drops the sweater in his suitcase and bows his head. "What am I even doing?"

"You're going home."

He shakes his head. "I'm already home."

Maddie picks a piece of lint off his shirt. "Then you're going to see family."

"My family is here, too."

"Chim." She spins him around, those great big brown eyes staring at him imploringly. Damn. She knows he's defenseless against those things. "Your dad is in the hospital. You should go."

He scoffs. "He's my father in the loosest sense of the word. Besides, for all I know, it's a lie just to trap me there." He turns and yanks the zipper on his suitcase shut. "I never meant to introduce him to our daughter. I never meant to tell him we're getting married. He's not in my life, Maddie. What am I doing?"

Her fingers trail up his neck to play with his earlobe. He shivers. "You're a good man, Howie. You'd regret it forever if you didn't go."

The suitcase hits the floor with a thud. He cranks the handle up. "I hate leaving you and Jee."

"We'll be here when you get back. Besides, the Lees promised to pop in, and Buck has been chomping at the bit for some more Uncle time. Everything will be fine. You just do what you need to do with Albert and get back here so we can get married, okay?"

Chimney smiles, dragging a knuckle down Maddie's cheek. "I love you, you know that?"

Her smile is cheeky after she kisses the inside of his wrist. "You'll love me even more when you find out what I snuck in that suitcase."

He laughs. "Is that so?"

"Thank me later." She kisses him, says against his lips, "Let me know when you land. Try not to kill Albert while you're there."

Like he's been summoned, Albert pokes his head through the doorway, sunglasses perched atop his head. "Ready, bro?"

Chimney sucks in a deep breath. He isn't. He'll never be. But, "Yeah. Let's go."

#kitkat writes #chimney han #madney #albert han #idk i just love writing the han brothers can't explain it #ficlet #9-1-1 spec #i guess #even though i know they won't give my man the storyline he deserves

[because-i-am-barely-even-human]

AU where Shannon is alive.

Eddie, Shannon and Buck are co-parenting Christopher. Shannon and Buck are chaotic friends who love to mess with people, and Eddie is just along for the ride.

One day from the Diaz family, school fare

Ana: Hi, Christopher! I didn’t see your dad yet... Is it only Mrs Price here with you today?

Chris: Nope, I’m here with my parents. Ah, yeah, there's my dad! Buck!

Buck: Heeey, buddy, here’s your caramel apple.

Ana: He is not your father.

Buck: Oh, wow. Did you hold a candle or something?

Ana: No, but I mean it’s obvious you’re not his father-

Buck: My 9 months of carrying this hyperactive watermelon are beg to differ.

Chris: Hey now!

Buck: Adorable little hyperactive watermelon 😘

Chris: ☺️💖

Buck: His mother, on the other hand, tragically, is not here with us any-

Shannon: Oi! Quit telling people I’m dead!

Chris: Sometimes we still hear her voice.

Shannon: Oh, my freaking god! I was gone for like 5 minutes, not years.

Ana:

Meanwhile, somewhere at the school yard, lost in the sea of other parents

Eddie, every time someone refers to Christopher as Buck’s kid:

#9-1-1 #ficlet #buddie #incorrect buddie quotes #incorrect 911 quotes #Evan Buckley #also know as Evan Diaz #Christopher Diaz #Shannon Diaz #Eddie Diaz #cameo of Eddie 😆 #anti ana flores #Buck and Shannon are chaotic friends #co-parenting trio of Buddie and Shannon #divorced Eddie Diaz/Shannon Diaz #pre-relationship Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz #established Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz #it is one and the same with these two #they are married whether they know it or not #chaos agent Evan Christopher Diaz #i like some writers' headcanon where 'Christopher' is Buck's middle name #Humor #AU: Shannon lives #Nobody dies except Ana from embarrassment #implied Mpreg #implied Omega Evan Buckley #implied Alpha Eddie Diaz #background A/B/O dynamics

[sleepy--anon]

Day 21: New Discoveries

Reserved by @kasey-writes-stuff

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Reservations are full

This one's a little short too, we have company today

Not super tickly, just a little bit

Very soon after Buck and Eddie went public with their relationship they received overwhelming support from everyone. But mostly, they were enjoying their time alone without sneaking around, being able to say 'it's date night' instead of making up an excuse. One thing that had become a common thing in their relationship was tickling, an intimate way to unwind after a hard day or shift at the firehouse. Eddie was very obviously worse than Buck their fights seemed pretty even. With Christopher at Carla's house, the two did a stay in dinner and a movie. Buck cooked for them and they put on some B class movie to laugh at. Buck was laying on his front with Eddie on his side half laying on him. Eddie had been rubbing his back this whole time but Buck flinched harshly when his fingers unconsciously curled.

"Are you ok?! I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, no...I'm fine" Buck mumbled, slightly shifting. Eddie traced his fingers around his back again until he got the same reaction.

"Your lower back? That's a new one Carino~"

"Huhush Eddie! After the movie alright?"

#kasey tag #kasey writes stuff #augtickletober2023 #911 abc #9 1 1 on fox #911 tickle fic #buddie tickle #buddie #ler!eddie #ler!eddie diaz #lee!buck #lee!evan buckley #sleepy's ficlets

[saybiwithme]

From @elvensorceress’ fic Unless You Ask Me To

#jenwyn tag #this wouldn’t leave my brain #anyway back I go to reading more of the fic and dying #911edit #eddiediazedit #9-1-1 #911 #Eddie diaz #reneeedits #911 ficlet

[grennefoam]

Day 1 of @benthan-week-forever: Practicing together (sparring, interrogating, etc.) | The ultimate relationship test: shopping at IKEA

He chances a peek at his partner, and slowly casts his eyes then to the half-empty box of cinnamon buns. Benji buys this and another 6-piece of maple Danish, meanwhile between the two Ethan is the one with a sweet tooth. Not once has Benji offered to share since they arrived. Meaning: Benji isn’t just angry. He’s livid. “Benji,” he begs. “Please.”

Happy Benthan week yall!

#benthan #benthanweek2023 #day 1 #tea's writing #“i am going to write only a ficlet I won't overdo it” 9 pages later #still the prompt is very good #apologise in advance for any inaccuracy toward IKEA and the litmus test for Couple #i dont go to IKEA i dont know their intricacies but i know deep down in my heart.......... the pain of furniture shopping is International

[likeshipsonthesea]

breath

6x11 coda ficlet bc of this post and @frysquint and @brassm enabled me as always <3

Eddie doesn’t fidget, as a rule.

He didn’t realize he did this until he started seeing Frank on a weekly basis. Whenever he had the urge, the anxiety itching through him that could only be satiated with movement, the thing that had him running through two treadmills in the time it took him to get back to the 118, he would just push. Push his hands against the top of his thighs. Hard. Hard enough to hurt, even. Anything to keep from picking at the seam of his pants, or twiddling his thumbs, or tapping some inane rhythm out with his fingertips.

“Fidgeting was weak,” Dad said, on a call recently when Eddie brought this up. “My dad would bap,” Dad made a smacking noise, “rap my knuckles when he caught me tapping. Wasn’t disciplined, to tap.”

Eddie’s dad wouldn’t hit him, but he’d send him a look. Mom would tap him lightly, say, “Hands in your lap, Edmundo.” They never commented on Christopher’s fidgeting, though. Eddie’s grateful for that, even if there’s a part of him that wishes they could’ve learned that restraint when he and his sisters were kids, but still.

Buck fidgets too. Talks with his hands, lets his hands talk when he’s silent. Buck’s never still, never quiet, never--

We’re taking him off the ventilator.

Hen and Chimney didn’t have to ask what that meant. Bobby did. Eddie wished he hadn’t.

The doctors want to see if he can breathe on his own.

What if he can’t?

Silence. Silence and stillness and nothing, no fidgeting, no smile, no laugh, no eyes, no nothing. Buck’s never still, except he is right now, in that bed, with all the tubes connected to him keeping him alive. For now.

Eddie pushes his hands against his thighs. If he focuses, he can hear Hen and Athena talking quietly to his right. He can see Christopher rolling one of his crutches back and forth as he tells Chimney about his latest science project with an uncharacteristic lack of enthusiasm. Somehow he can almost feel the rosary beads Bobby hasn’t stopped fiddling with since Maddie left the room with her parents to go find out if Buck can breathe on his own.

And just like that, Eddie unfocuses. He hears the pounding of raindrops, the yelling of an ambulance unloading into an ER. He can see a group of huddled black and yellow figures over a gurney where someone lies without a helmet, without a turnout jacket. He can feels Buck’s unlifting chest under his hands as he pushes, pushes, pushes hard enough to break a rib, hard enough to push air into Buck’s lungs.

In a room down the hall, they’re seeing if Buck can breathe on his own and all Eddie wants to do is help him pull in that breath. Help him just enough, just what he needs, until he can stand on his own. Like Buck did for him. Does for him, over and over. It shouldn’t be a machine, it should be Eddie in there. It should be Eddie in there.

“Do you want to say anything to him?” Maddie asked them all. “Before we...”

Hen and Chimney and Bobby and even Athena all took their turns. Then they looked to Eddie and all he had to say was, “I’m good.”

Coward. How could he be in there helping Buck breathe when he couldn’t even stand the sight of him in that bed? Still and silent and--

No, Eddie can’t help Buck, all he can do is sit and watch and hope and maybe even pray a little but even with the Catholic left in him Eddie knows it won’t do any good. 

The only one who can save Buck right now is himself. Eddie just doesn’t know if Buck will choose to save himself, since he’s never done it before. He could tell Buck’s still body to come back, but Chris already did and he’s way more convincing than Eddie could ever be. He could pray to gods he doesn’t fully believe in. He could hold his breath until Buck takes his.

That last one, maybe. His chest’s tight enough that he thinks he could. Maybe just a little. Take breaths just slightly too short, save that bit at the end for Buck. Eddie would breathe for both of them if he could but if he can’t, he’ll hold it. Hold it in like the words he couldn’t say when Buck was lying in a hospital bed, like the words he couldn’t say when a bullet missed his heart by a handful of inches, words he wouldn’t say for all the months between those moments, the words he has stuck to the insides of his lungs, sticky and cloying and too heavy to breathe comfortably around.

If he lives, Eddie thinks, but then stops. No. No ifs. This isn’t the back of an ambulance. No one’s blood is spilled across asphalt, not this time. Buck is alive. Right now, Buck is alive.

Eddie presses his hands into his thighs. He doesn’t fidget. He replaces the three words in his lungs with Buck is alive and he fills himself with it until air is secondary. No breath, just truth. Buck is alive.

Buck is alive, Buck is alive, Buck is--

“--breathing,” Maddie runs into the waiting room, her cheeks wet and spread with a smile. “He’s breathing.”

Eddie exhales.

#buddie #eddie diaz #buck #evan buckley #9-1-1 #9-1-1 spoilers #my writing #sort of fic #ficlet #angst #idk i had FEELINGS okay #also didn't know how to title it but i tried #anyway ~enjoy