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hmslusitania · 2 years

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Been in the Dark Since the Day We Met

Happy Halloweek day 4 -- Creatures!

It starts as a stupid conversation at the station.

Chim, overly credulous, kicks them off with a quick, “Hey remember when we were jinxed because Probie said the q-word? Do you guys think there’s such a thing as actual magic?”

In his defence, Eddie guesses, it really is a …q-word… shift and they don’t have anything better to do, everyone sprawled around on various pieces of furniture in the loft. Eddie had been playing a round of pool with Buck, but if they’re going to get into this conversation, he’s got to nip it in the bud.

“Nope,” he says, and taps out an incantation on his cue in Morse code to make sure it hits the ball correctly.

It’s not something he’d usually do. He’d never cheat at pool normally, with magic or otherwise, but, well, Buck had been getting extra smug about his supposed pool prowess recently and Eddie needs to beat him now, just to mess with him.

“Then how do you explain that shift?” Hen asks.

“Expectation is its own kind of magic,” Eddie says. “Y’all got squirrelly about it and because you were expecting everything to go wrong, it did.”

He doesn’t usually think about magic.

It seems stupid when he phrases it like that, even to himself, since, well. Eddie is magic. But that’s the thing.

Eddie Diaz is a bad witch.

Not a bad witch, not a wicked “I’ll get you my pretty” cursing people left and right witch. He’s just…bad at being a witch. His sisters don’t understand it, since magic has always come just oh so easily to them. He’s the oldest and they’d still been running laps around him magically since they were all kids.

He expects to get better as he grows up – “Some people are late bloomers,” his abuela had comforted when he’d started spending his summers in LA with her rather than in Texas watching Sophia and Adriana and their mother work magic for everyone else, his own role if he stayed in El Paso reduced to restocking herbs and fetching ingredients.

But he doesn’t.

Instead he stays bad at magic and just…covers. He dates Shannon, (he doesn’t tell her about magic), he joins the Army, (he doesn’t talk about magic with the other witch in his unit), he has Christopher, (he doesn’t tell Shannon about magic but now he feels bad about it since Christopher is clearly also a witch), his marriage dissolves, (his magic gets even worse, some-fucking-how), and he listens to his parents list all his failings – bad husband (although that one they’re more than happy to drop on Shannon, so his real crime is having shitty taste in women), bad father, bad witch – and he…leaves.

He’s gotten a little bit better since he’s moved to LA, although he can’t imagine why. But he’s still bad at magic, and besides. It’s not like he can tell anyone at the 118 about it. He can’t be like, “yeah, I’m actually dead positive that Ravi didn’t jinx us because I would’ve been able to tell if we were jinxed since I’m a witch.” They don’t tell mundane people about witchcraft, as a rule. It tends to end in fire, and as a firefighter, Eddie’s got enough of that in his life thanks.

“Oh come on,” Chim complains. “You’ve never, never once, ever had a moment where you saw something you couldn’t explain and been like ‘hey I bet that’s magic!’”

“Nope,” Eddie says.

He finishes tapping out his Morse code incantation – the one and only magic-related skill he’d picked up in the army – and sinks three balls with one shot while Buck gapes at him.

And he’s telling Chimney the truth. He’s never had that experience.

He’s never had to wonder.

“Well, I just saw something,” Buck says. “How the hell did you do that?”

“I’m better at pool than you are,” Eddie says and takes a sip of his coffee, and then leaves Buck sitting there staring down at the red felt.

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newmania1212 · 2 years

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Happy Halloween!

#buddie #evan buckley #christopher diaz #Eddie Diaz #buddieedit #daily911 #dailybuddie #911edit #911HW2021 #911verse

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loserdiaz · 2 years

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I didn't want to have to haunt you but what a ghostly scene

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Summary:

“Can you please stop trying to be some kind of matchmaker from heaven or whatever? And for the love of God, stop telling me those stupid ghost jokes!” He yells, once he makes sure he’s alone and no one will think he’s gone insane.

Daniel frowns at him and pouts and in that moment he looks every inch of a seven year old about to throw a tantrum. “But that’s the best part about being dead! You’re depriving me of my inhuman rights.” He mumbles and Buck snorts, shaking his head in disbelief.

or;

Buck is being haunted by his dead brother Daniel Buckley and the ghost won't go away until he confesses his feelings for Eddie.

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hoodie-buck · 2 years

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Day 4 for @911halloweek

Today’s Prompt: Creatures

trying something a little different for today’s prompt

Eddie had never met an alpha like this, not one that was so pure and true, his demeanor as soft and bright as the color of his eyes. So blue you could sink right into them, falling down an endless sea, Eddie never wanting to swim back to shore.

Buck was made to believe omegas were weak, that they couldn’t handle their own and had to be told what to do. But not this one; this one had eyes so sharp, the flecks of green in them like that of a crackling fire, one that was already raging inside of Buck himself.

might get crazy and actually write this one day...who knows 😏

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tails89 · 2 years

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9-1-1 HalloWeek

Tuesday October 26th: Ghosts

Buck and Chris are ready to go Trick or Treating

I realised it's Halloweek like 20 minutes ago, so here's a super sketchy sketch because I really should be sleeping 😂

#911HW2021 #ghosts #because it's tuesday night here rn #911art #911 fanart #my911fanart #buddie

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elvensorceress · 2 years

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In the Darkest Time of Year  

Rating: Teen / ~30K / complete / 911HW2021: Free Choice 

banner by the most best wife @daisyssousa

It was a farm like this one where he almost died. The earth collapsed, buried him underground, and tried to swallow him whole. There was no light, no air, no way for anyone to descend and save him in time.

He tries to never think of it. It was too close. It was in the past and he’d survived. There was no reason to remember.

But everything here smells the same. The soil and manure. The livestock animals. The decay of dry, fallen leaves. The putrid, stagnant puddles of irrigation water. The mold and rot clinging to flooded cornstalks that have died and been left standing too long after being harvested. If they were harvested at all.

There’s too many similarities. It’s too easy to feel like dying.

The far off distance has a sinister glow of wildfire. The other teams are working to put out flames before it continues to spread. The air still carries smoke but the ominous waning moon is hanging over all of them, visible even through dark clouds and the remnants of daylight.

Every minute the sun descends, red and blue emergency lights from gathered vehicles grow brighter. They illuminate the peripheral edges of the massive field, but have no help of shining light on all of it. The maze is too vast. There’s no GPS. No radio contact. No cell service. It’s a dead zone.

It’s how people get lost here.

The corn maze stretches for endless acres. Nearly sixty of nothing but those plants carved in winding, convoluted patterns and pathways. The farm boasts one of the largest corn mazes in the world. A sea of dense rows, and as soon as someone dares to venture into it, the horizon is lost. No shore. No land. Nothing but empty stalks.

Those drying stalks can be twice as tall as he is.

“Look, cornfields are sketchy as hell,” he remembers Buck’s voice, his warnings on their drive here. “There are all sort of stories about wolf-like creatures that live in cornfields and hide in between stalks and shadows. Their breathing sounds like wind and irrigation pipes. They shapeshift and kidnap children. Or they kill and eat them. Plus corn has to be planted super close together so they can pollinate and produce viable grain so things hide in those tight rows. And corn grows way taller than people. The average can be twelve feet, but the world record for a corn stalk is forty-five feet tall. If you go into a cornfield, you can’t see anything but the corn. You can’t hear anything because all the sounds get muffled. Of course people get lost in corn mazes. Some don’t come back. People see things near cornfields. Red eyes in the shadows. Creatures that are skeletal and move in ways they shouldn’t. You can feel weird energy. There are so many things wrong with massive, monoculture crops. They’re living structures. It’s alive. They’re terrifying.”

His voice was strained, frightened, and no one had paid it any mind. There hadn’t been anything to fear.

It’s not that Eddie puts any stock in exaggerated stories like that. None of it is true. As much as people like to make up tales and pretend they see things that don’t exist, this is merely a farm. No one is going to die because of a field of grain crops. Even one people refer to as Hell.

No one has died here. Injuries have been minor. Everyone has been examined and tended to. Last he heard, they flooded the northern fields and the water will spill downward and collect in the center, and the fire is all but contained.

There are no ghosts. Or mythological monsters. There are no corn wolves, no creatures that shapeshift and eat children, no murderous supernatural phenomena coming to attack. No matter what anyone else says or believes. He’s not afraid of urban legends and folklore and tales made up fae creatures.

The brain plays tricks when emotional, when exhausted, when stressed or frightened or traumatized. It doesn’t make any of it real.

But Buck is still missing.

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moonstonediaz · 2 years

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The Devil Hides Behind the Sun

For 9-1-1 Halloweek 2021 - Day 4: Creatures

word count: 1.6k

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“What’s your problem?”

Eddie feels like a lunatic, waving his arms around and practically yelling in the middle of the day in his backyard. He sort of felt bad at snapping at the wide puppy-eyes staring at him through delicate lashes.

“Don’t look at me like that. You’re a dirty liar and you know it.”

“Why are you yelling?” Buck asks from the patio doorway.

Eddie turns to face him, hands on his hips. “She said she had to go potty but I’ve been standing here for ten minutes and she just stares at me.”

“She said she had to go potty?” Buck fights a smirk and walks to meet a disgruntled Eddie in the middle of their yard. “You just have to be patient with her. She doesn’t know what you want her to do yet.”

Eddie shakes a finger at Buck, “Uh-uh, nope. I don’t have to be patient. You were the one who bamboozled me into getting a puppy. You be patient with her.”

“Bamboozled?” Buck laughs. “Hardly. Chris only asked twice and you caved.”

In reality, Chris had asked twice and Buck asked once after that. It’s really hard being the bad guy to a couple of pouty faces and a chorus of pleas. It had been a compromise of sorts at the time.

Buck bends over to pick up the demon puppy—a fluffy golden retriever—and kisses her firmly on the snoot. He holds her close to his chest while muttering nonsense in a baby voice. Eddie glares at them with his arms stubbornly crossed over his chest.

“Come on,” Buck holds the puppy out to him. “You love her.”

Eddie stares at the creature with nothing but disdain. She peed all over the house this morning and couldn’t be bothered to play with the many toys she had. No, she had to tear into Eddie’s laundry and chew holes in all of his socks.

Eddie gets eye-level with her and sneers, “She-beast.”

Buck snatches her back with a gasp, cradling her to his chest. “Her name is Jupiter.”

“I’m gonna send her to Jupiter if she doesn’t stop eating my clothes.”

Buck glares at him and turns, stalking back inside while nuzzling Jupiter’s fur, cooing at her in an abnormally high-pitched voice. “He doesn’t mean that. No, he doesn’t! No, he doesn’t!”

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“I don’t like Jupiter anymore,” Christopher says a few days later.

Eddie perks up from where he sits on the sofa, a hopeful look on his face. He nearly drops his water glass from sitting up so fast. “Yeah?”

Buck shoots daggers at him from the other side of the couch before focusing back on Chris. “What do you mean, buddy?”

Christopher is sitting on the floor trying to get the thing to play with a rope toy. He picks her up and holds her out to Buck who gently takes her. “Look at her,” Chris states. “She doesn’t look like a Jupiter, does she?”

Buck lets out a relieved laugh and Eddie sinks back down on the couch in a huff, muttering expletives under his breath.

“Well, what else do you think we should call her?”

Eddie mumbles, “Lucifer?” Earning him a kick in the shin. Eddie rubs his leg and glowers at Buck.

Chris contemplates for a few moments before lighting up. “What about Buttercup?”

“Beelzebub,” Eddie offers in an offhand whisper. Buck pinches him hard at his waist. “Ow!”

“I think Buttercup is sweet. You like that one?” Buck turns her so she’s facing Chris.

Christopher takes the dog back and studies her face a few moments before deciding, “No, that’s not it either. Dad, what do you think we should call her?”

“Abaddon?”

“Eddie .”

“That’s weird,” Chris laughs. “She’s pretty, like a flower, so she needs to be named after one.”

Buck stares at Eddie expectantly. Eddie sighs and leans forward to put his glass on the coffee table. “Fine. Let me see her.”

He holds his hands out and Chris hands her off. Eddie holds her up and stares into her demon eyes. Abaddon wasn’t far off, he thinks. How do you name something you hate? A lightbulb goes off above his head.

By naming it after something you love.

He thinks of a few days ago; Buck coming outside in the yard, the sunlight catching his hair at just the right angle to turn it a bright strawberry blonde. He thinks of the day they brought her home; Christopher holding her the entire car ride home, the sunlight bouncing off his curls and lighting up his face, almost as bright as his smile.

A grin spreads across his face and he finds himself scratching her behind the ear. “What about Sunflower?” Eddie turns her around so Chris can study the name on her. “We can call her Sunnie for short.”

Chris beams then, “I love it! Come here, Sunnie!” Eddie passes her back to Chris with a genuine smile.

Buck catches him and gives him a knowing smirk. Eddie drops his smile instantly, quickly shaping his face into a glare. A softer glare.

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The next day, Buck and Christopher are out at the grocery store to pick up a few things. Eddie said he’d stay behind to watch the beast. Buck had given him a threatening glare as they walked out of the door and mouthed, I’m watching you as the door slowly closed between them.

Now Eddie is in the laundry room, trying to do a load of towels when he hears a high squeaking bark coming from the other side of the house. He rounds the corner and sees her—the devil in puppy’s clothing—standing by the back door. Once she catches sight of Eddie, she starts barking again.

Eddie’s eyebrows pull together and he opens the back door. She trots out into the yard and, well, Eddie’s invested at this point so he follows her.

She…okay, she isn’t so bad. Her little ears flop when she runs and it’s pretty cute. She snores a little at night and grunts in her sleep. And she fell asleep in her food bowl yesterday. But she’s not—she’s still horrible.

Eddie watches her as she ambles around the yard and notices how the sunlight really brings out the ‘gold’ in golden retriever. He lets out an audible gasp when she squats to potty. “Oh my god,” he murmurs. “Oh my god! Sunnie!”

Eddie kneels down on the ground and Sunnie bounds towards him, tripping a few times on her too-big puppy paws. “Oh my–Sunnie, you did it! You pottied!” He picks her up and hugs her to his chest. She stretches up and licks his face, giving him his first puppy kiss. And if he melts a little at that? Well, no one can prove it.

Eddie lays her on her back in the grass and assaults her with kisses to her tummy. “Who’s a good girl! Who’s daddy’s good girl? It’s you! Yes, it is! Yes, it—”

Someone clears their throat from the patio door and Eddie freezes. Sunnie squirms in his grasp and wiggles away. He follows her with his eyes as she runs to greet the new arrivals. He feels blush rushing to his cheeks when his eyes meet Buck’s.

“He loves her!” Chris cheers from the doorway.

“I told you he would, bud.” Buck’s arms are crossed and he’s got the most arrogant and self-satisfied grin plastered to his face.

Chris follows Sunnie inside and Eddie rises to his feet, dusting off his pants.

“I don’t know what you think you saw, but—”

“Eddie,” Buck shakes his head and presses a hand to his chest as he tries to brush past. “It’s all on the camera.” He points up to the security camera mounted on the corner of their house.

“I–uh…I’m–”

“Baby,” Buck pulls him in by the waist, “it’s okay. You can love the puppy.”

Eddie stares into Buck’s eyes for a few moments, feeling his resolve slipping. Finally, he relents and presses his forehead to Buck’s collarbone with a sob. “I love her so much, Buck, oh my god.”

Buck laughs, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders just as Eddie wraps his around Buck’s waist.

“What do they put in puppies to make them so irresistible?”

“Sunshine and rainbows and magic.” He presses a kiss to Eddie’s head. “You held out as long as you could. An impressive five whole days.”

Eddie groans and pulls back, unable to believe he let the beastie win. Buck takes his hand and leads him back inside and into the living room where Chris and Sunnie are tugging with the rope toy.

“Aren’t you glad we didn’t go with Abaddon?”

Eddie smiles, unable to hide it now, and brings their joined hands up to kiss Buck’s knuckles.

“Thank you,” Eddie says low enough so Chris can’t overhear, “for being patient with me.”

Buck pulls Eddie in for a simple kiss. “Maybe now she can have a brother?”

Eddie closes eyes and shakes his head. “I think I’d rather have another kid before we got another puppy.”

The smile falls from Buck’s lips. “Don’t joke like that, Eddie.”

Buck had brought it up a few times over the last few months and Eddie was ready. He was planning to tell him sooner, but–well, Sunnie happened. He figures now as good a time as any to bring it up.

“Who said I was joking?” Eddie grins and smacks his butt as he goes to join Chris and Sunnie on the floor. He looks up at Buck who’s watching him with a look of wonder. Eddie tilts his head in invitation and Buck shakes his head to clear it and joins them.

“You’re serious?” Buck’s eyes are wide and hopeful.

“I want everything with you, Buck. Of course I’m serious.”

When Buck smiles, it’s brighter than the sun. Eddie has honestly hit the jackpot. He doesn’t think his heart could get any more full.

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usersiren · 2 years

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9-1-1 HALLOWEEK DAY THREE: RATED R ↳ 9-1-1 x THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

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ellelans · 2 years

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9-1-1 Halloweek 2021 😈 Day 5-Costumes: Halloween Headbands.

#911 #911 fox #911edit #911hw2021 #maddie buckley #carla price #ellelan's graphics #elle's 911 edits #happy halloween fandom #🎃👻🦇😈🖤🕷💀🌙🧟‍♀️🕸🧛🏻‍♂️#this is my kind of a costume lol

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bieddiediaz · 2 years

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@911halloweek day four: creatures

vampire!eddie for @queerdiaz

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hmslusitania · 2 years

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Across My Chest Like a Safety Rope

Happy Halloweek Day 6 - Trick-or-treat! It got...schmoopy, sorry.

among other things.

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Eddie puts the finishing touches on his costume, making sure the hat is sitting at the best angle, and goes to find Chris.

Who is…sitting on the side of his bed. Staring into his phone. In the same clothes he wore to school.

“Is this a new avante garde costume the kids are doing these days?” Eddie asks, leaning in Chris’s doorframe.

Chris looks up at him for a second, and flushes red, and then dodges his eyes. “I don’t want to go trick-or-treating this year.”

Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest, but he ignores it.

“No? What’s up?” Eddie asks. “Did you not like the costume? We’ve got time to make you a new one.”

Chris still doesn’t meet his eye. “Um, I sort of want to go over to Denny’s house, and maybe we were going to have a slumber party and watch Halloween movies?”

“Oh,” Eddie says. Chris’s phone lights up for just a second and he glances at it. Denny, undoubtedly. “Is this something you guys were already talking about?”

“I didn’t want you to get sad,” Chris says. “And I thought it might be easier if I told you now instead of two days ago.”

Eddie isn’t sure if his heart breaks a little bit or if it swells.

“Hey, it’s not your job to protect me, okay?” Eddie tells him, sitting down beside him on the edge of the bed and pulling Chris’s head against his shoulder so he can press a kiss to the top of his head. “However much I appreciate it. Okay?”

“Okay,” Chris echoes. “So can I spend the night at Denny’s?”

“Yeah, of course,” Eddie says, and ignores the fracturing feeling in his chest for as long as it takes to get Chris’s sleepover stuff together and drive to Hen and Karen’s.

Eddie knocks on the door and Karen opens it in an elaborate witch’s costume with a bowl of candy shaped like a cauldron in front of her.

“I think you boys got the assignment backwards,” she says, gesturing from the costume Eddie hadn’t bothered changing out of to Chris’s street clothes.

“Bye Dad!” Chris says, hugging him quickly and then disappearing into the house.

“And for you, Doctor Jones,” Karen says, extending the candy bowl in Eddie’s direction.

Eddie dutifully takes a Milky Way bar and unwraps it. He must look a little glum, because Karen’s amused smile softens.

“He didn’t tell you beforehand, did he,” she guesses.

“He didn’t want me to be sad,” Eddie replies.

“Kids,” Karen says, which says it all. “You want to come in? Catch one of the movies?”

“Nah, I shouldn’t crash the boys’ party,” Eddie says. “But thank you.”

“We’ll bring Chris back in the morning,” Karen says and Eddie nods. “Happy Halloween!”

Eddie echoes the sentiment, calls a goodbye to Chris – gets a very distant one from somewhere in the depths of the Wilson house – and heads home.

He spends the rest of the sunlit hours of the afternoon moping.

Moping and handing out candy every time his doorbell rings. Every time a small pack of children shouts “Trick or treat!” at him, it makes him want to mope even more.

Because he likes Halloween. He likes dressing up, and he likes helping Chris figure out a costume and he likes taking him trick-or-treating and now that Chris is old enough to forgo free candy willingly in favour of spending the night with his friend watching movies—

Eddie should’ve taken more pictures last year. He should’ve done more, should’ve celebrated more, but how was he supposed to realise right off the bat that it had been the last time he’d get to take Chris trick-or-treating?

Parenthood usually feels a bit like being tied to the front of a locomotive, but right now, time is disappearing just a little too fast for Eddie’s comfort.

It’s after dark when the latest knock on the door is a little too firm to belong to a kid.

Eddie opens it, candy bowl outstretched, and finds himself face to face with Buck.

“Trick or treat!” Buck sing songs, extending a six pack of beer like it’s a candy bag.

He’s in his LAFD uniform, but there’s a piece of masking tape over his nametag with “NASH” filled in on top of it. It compliments the apron he’s got on over his uniform, and unless Eddie’s very mistaken, Buck has found a way to straighten his hair and gel the front of it up the way Bobby does.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, stepping back to let him in, and then ignoring him for a second to distribute candy to the trio of tiny fairies who’d come up the stairs behind him. Once the little girls have thanked him and scampered off, Eddie shuts the door and turns back to Buck. “And are you really dressed up like Bobby for Halloween?”

“It was very last minute,” Buck says. His eyes trail over Eddie, lingering on the half-open shirt, the whip, and the hat. “And you’re…”

Eddie pelts him with a Butterfinger and takes the beer from him. “Don’t tell me you don’t know who Indiana Jones is tonight, I’m too fragile for that.”

Buck laughs, but not like he’s laughing at him, which Eddie appreciates.

“Hen texted me,” he says, flopping onto Eddie’s couch. “Wanted to know what we were doing tonight since Chris was spending the night with them. I figured you were probably here moping.”

“I’m not moping,” Eddie says, mopily, and takes a seat on the other half of the couch. Buck doesn’t call him on it and doesn’t pry, just lets Eddie continue in his own time. “I just…I would’ve done more last year if I’d known it was our last Halloween, you know?”

“I know,” Buck says, and the smile he casts in Eddie’s direction is almost unbearably soft.

Eddie returns the smile and doesn’t ask for the hug he wants.

“I also came equipped with Chimney’s list of the best horror movies on all our streaming services,” Buck says. “If you want to watch something.”

Eddie laughs. “I can’t say I’m a big fan of horror.”

“Me neither,” Buck replies. “Want to watch Hocus Pocus instead?”

“Yes,” Eddie says without hesitation.

They pull it up, and for the next hour and a half, take it in turns to offer candy to the ever-dwindling number of trick-or-treaters. By the time they finish the movie, the kids have all disappeared for the night. They seamlessly transition to the Addams Family, and Eddie abandons his Indian Jones hat to the coffee table along with the whip. Buck’s apron and uniform button-up follow quickly. Buck hadn’t been wearing his LAFD shirt under it, and the orange t-shirt he has on instead looks soft and pleasant to the touch.

Over the course of the movie, and into the start of the Addams Family Values, Eddie finds himself getting closer to Buck every time he shifts on the couch, his spine getting looser and looser, until finally he gives up all pretence and simply pitches over sideways with his head in Buck’s lap. It’s not the first time, but usually, it’s only when they’re at the station in the middle of an exhausting shift. Not when they’re alone in Eddie’s living room.

Buck freezes for a second, and then hesitantly pets Eddie’s hair. It feels so nice that Eddie lets his eyes fall shut in the middle of the montage of Joan Cusack trying to murder Uncle Fester.

“I don’t want him to grow up,” Eddie admits, almost too quiet to be heard over the TV.

“I know,” Buck says, his fingers scratching lightly over Eddie’s scalp and sending pleasant tingles down his spine.

“I just – I know he’s going to grow into an amazing man, and that’s going to be the best thing I’ve ever had the privilege to be a part of, but I also just want him to stay my little kid forever, you know?” Eddie asks, and is horrified to discover his eyes are welling up. “I’m scared I’m going to blink and I’ll miss all of it.”

“You won’t,” Buck says, gentle but firm. “Eddie, you’re the best dad I’ve ever seen in my life. And if I could, I would find a way to stop time for you so you could have as much time with Christopher while he’s young as you could possibly want.”

“Thanks,” Eddie says, rubbing the water out of the corner of his eye. His hand collides with the side of Buck’s – still brushing through his hair – and Buck catches his fingers, tangling them together with his own.

“I’m serious,” Buck says. “It’s a solid, I don’t know, thirty percent of the reason I fell in love with you.”

That statement is stunning enough by itself that Eddie’s lingering distress about Christopher temporarily vanishes. He knows it’ll come back in a few days, or a week, or maybe next month, but for the time being it’s knocked entirely from his head.

He shifts on the couch, turning over so he’s on his back and can stare up at Buck’s face. He makes no move to take his head from Buck’s lap, and he doesn’t disentangle their fingers, instead dropping their joined hands on his chest.

Above him, Buck is staring straight ahead, pale as a sheet, eyes wide.

“You’re in love with me?” Eddie asks.

Buck laughs, a little nervously. “You know I love you, man, that’s not a—”

“That’s not what I asked and it’s also not what you just said,” Eddie interrupts.

“I’m—I’m sorry, I know you don’t feel the same,” Buck says.

Eddie squints up at him from, y’know, his spot lying in Buck’s lap holding his hand. “Buck. Of course I’m in love with you.”

Buck blinks and looks down, eyebrows raised in perfect shock, and Eddie takes the apparently necessary drastic action of using his free hand to pull Buck down into a kiss. It’s his favourite first kiss he’s ever had.

“Oh,” Buck says when they break apart, a beautiful smile on his face.

Eddie twists back around in Buck’s lap so he can see the screen again, but he pulls Buck’s arm more securely across his chest like a safety rope. Almost like an afterthought, Buck’s thumb starts brushing softly across Eddie’s chest. It makes Eddie want to purr like a cat, just a little.

“So, um, is this – are we a thing now?” Buck asks a minute later.

Eddie smiles and drops his chin just enough he can press a small kiss to Buck’s thigh. “I’d like to be, if you want to.”

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Okay,” Eddie says.

“Okay,” Buck echoes.

They only make it a few more minutes into the movie before they both burst into helpless, stupid laughter, and spend the rest of Halloween night making out on Eddie’s couch. They’re still there, all wrapped up in each other, when day breaks.

#911HW2021 #911fic #the ghost ship scribbles #buddie #buddie fic

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toughpaperround · 2 years

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Halloween fic recs part 2

(Halloween list pt one | Masterlist)

"To Save You from Your Ghosts" by Onelonely_tortillachip | @onelonelytortillachip (M, 86k) a Buddie ghost story AU in which Eddie moves to an old house near Austin. Published in 13 spooky chapters (of course!)

"The Things We Can't See" by mansikka | @mansikkaomenabanaani (E, 90k) - a spooky AU in which Eddie's new home is less than welcoming

"Wake the Dead" by benjaminrussell (E, 33k) - a ghostly Buddie AU from the Big Bang '21

"home is wherever i'm with you" by @woodchoc-magnum (M, 10k) - Halloween fluff featuring Buck in a crop top, as part of a series

"red velvet (under pressure)" by finkpishnets | @madroxed (T, 1k) - finding a Halloween costume

"Trick-or-Treat!" by Ironkissedfanfics | @ironkissedmage (G, 3k) - Chris' POV about a Halloween one year not too far away...

"Golden Ghosts" by Skylark50 (T, 1k) - a crack version of a Buddie story, with Shannon as a ghost with job to do

"The Cookies with The Spooky Shapes" by @browney3dgirl6 (T, 2k) - pumpkins fluff with the Diaz boys and Buck for Halloween

And this delightful firefam gifset 🎃 from @monsterfuckerdiaz

See also- @911halloweek or #911hw2021 - this is just a fraction!

#rec list #fic rec #buddie #911 fox #911hw2021 #reblogs are welcome

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mellaithwen · 2 years

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...based on that Buffy Halloween episode where everyone turns into their costumes - I’m not gonna get the full thing finished in time for Halloween - but that’s okay :) and since it fits the @911halloweek "Costumes" prompt for today here’s a snippet (800words is a snippet right???)

“What?” Buck asks, offended when the rest of his team start booing his costume from around the booth they’ve commandeered in the bar. “I’m a firefighter!” He insists, as he stands there in his normal uniform, without the turn-out gear.

(Thank god for small mercies, Bobby thinks, as she shakes his head into his club soda).

“Not cool, Buckaroo, not.cool.” Hen says with disappointment at his lack of effort, as she adjusts the red bandana on her head that compliments the red lipstick and denim shirt she's wearing as part of her DIY Rosie the Riveter costume. Buck looks suitably chagrined and he tries to back-track as he looks around at everyone else’s costumes.

“Chimney’s literally just wearing a pair of cat-ears—” he argues as he tries, and fails, to shift the blame elsewhere.

“Chimney has a toddler,” Chim grins, referring to himself in the third person with a self-satisfied smirk.

“Uh, don’t use my niece against me,” Buck responds with a mock-glare, “and I know you stole those ears from Maddie, don’t think I don’t know that, because I kno—”

“Nope!” Eddie announces, interrupting Buck’s distraction tactic as he tries to shimmy out of the booth without knocking any of their drinks over. Hen gives him a hand, and Eddie nods his thanks without missing a beat of his tirade. “Nope, nope, nope, you are not getting away with this, we all said we'd dress up—”

“You’re in jeans, and a letterman jacket!”

“And what about these?" Eddie asks, insulted, as he wriggles his fingers and waves his hands in front of Buck's face. Showcasing the costume-gloves he’s wearing that have elongated claws and are covered in fake brown hair.

“Oh my mistake, Mr Hairy-Hands-Basketball Player, but what are you gonna do about it, exactly?” Buck asks, punctuating his fake apology with a challenging grin as he crosses his arms and cocks his head to the side.

“Okay, first of all, I’m the original 1985 Michael J Fox 'Teen Wolf'—”

“Classic movie,” Chimney interjects only for Buck to shrug and say, “I haven’t seen it.”

(and regardless of his lack of exposure to cult classics, Buck’s still highly amused at the way Eddie had skipped shaving this morning, and had purposefully mussed up his hair to complete the look. Although it's giving off less of an Eighties-Teenage-Werewolf-vibe and more of a just-got-laid-in-the-bathroom- kind of vibe…

....not that, ahem, Buck's thinking about that kind of thing…)

“—And second of all," Eddie says with conviction, followed by a thinly veiled threat; “You’ll see.”

And with that Eddie heads away from the group and over to the bar where he starts an animated conversation with the bartender. He occasionally points back over his shoulder to the group—Buck specifically—and at one point there’s even money changing hands. What the hell…?

Buck gets distracted when Hen shows him a picture of Denny and Chris in their costumes that Karen had sent but Eddie's intentions are made clear a few moments later when he sneaks back over to the table, and throws a white sheet over Buck’s head. He must have commandeered it from the bar's back room and he’s even take the time to cut out two holes for eyes to complete the look.

"There!" Eddie proclaims, with all the pomp and circumstance of a tipsy man who’s just gotten one over on his best friend. “I give you; Buck the friendly ghost!”

Hen and Bobby cheer, while Chimney drums his hand on the table in a one-handed applause as he takes a swig of his beer.

"No way," Buck says, letting out a surprised splutter, already moving to discard the material, only for Eddie and Chimney to pull it back down again. "This thing stinks!" He whines. “Cap—Bobby, c’mon, help me out here!”

"Sorry kid, but you should have thought of that before you turned up to the Halloween Costume night without a costume." Bobby says with a playful shrug.

Buck opens his mouth to comment on Bobby’s own contribution to the theme—his bright Hawaiian shirt and the name tag that says “My name is… Best Buddy Bobby!” scribbled in sharpie—but as though the older man can sense it, he raises his eyebrow in Buck’s direction. It’s a challenge, a dare.

Buck thinks better of it and instead, says, “boOOoOoOo,” in his best impression of a ghost, sealing his fate as he rolls his eyes and accepts the beer that Eddie had also kindly grabbed for him at the bar.

“That’s the spirit!” Chimney says, before his eyes light up at his own words, and Hen starts to knowingly shake her head. “Get it? The spirit! Ha! Get it?!”

The rest of the 118 groan.

“Yes, Chimney, we get it.”

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