#Buddie history through Buck's eyes

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Weekly Recap | January 15th-21st 2024

My ao3 history is still fucked. Gonna have to figure out if there's something I can do about it :/

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hot cocoa by evcndiaz/ @evcndiaz (Established Buddie | 3K | Teen): Buck is freaking out about proposing. He gets an assist from Athena, Bobby, and. Well. Eddie himself.

A Message To You by Mad_Lori/ @madlori (Media fic, Getting Together | 9K | Teen): Two firefighters both write to an advice column on the same day, with the same problem - they're each in love with their best friend. You won't believe what happens next!

🔥 Life Cycles of the Southern Coastal Husbro series by Mad_Lori/ @madlori (Post-Season 5, Queer Platonic Relationship to Lovers | 5 works | 92K)

🔥 Courtship Behaviors of the Southern Coastal Husbro (QPR, Getting Together | 49K | Explicit): “I want you in my family, I want us to be a family. Officially. A family can be a guy, his son, and his best friend, right?” Buck’s lower lip was trembling. “You’re really asking me to be your…what, now?” “Frank called it ‘platonic life partners.’” Observational Notes on the Southern Coastal Husbro (Fluff | 10K | Mature): A day in the life of two engaged firefighter husbros and their smartass son. Migratory Patterns of the Southern Coastal Husbro (Coming Out | 13K | Explicit): Buck and Eddie visit El Paso to tell the Diaz parents that they're engaged. Also, they go viral (again), eat King Ranch Casserole, pontificate on queer identities, get a visit from the Fire Chief, and the Hot Firefighter Calendar makes a reappearance. Ancestral Lineage of the Southern Coastal Husbro (Parental Reconciliations | 13K | Explicit): The Buckleys surprise Eddie at home when Buck's not there, hoping to work around Buck's no-contact edict and attempt a reconciliation. Later, Eddie surprises Buck with the news that hey, he has grandparents on his mom's side, too. Surprise number two: they suck. Eddie and Buck remain disgustingly in love with each other. Sexual Alignments of the Southern Coastal Husbro (5K | Teen): Eddie goes out for drinks with the dispatch center folks, gets hit on at the bar, and has personal epiphanies about his sexual orientation.

Kilty Pleasures by JamesPearce911/ @diazsdimples (PWP, Established Buddie | 8K | Explicit): Or, Buck and Eddie discover they have kilt kinks.

melt your headaches (call it home) by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Pre-Relationship, Sharing a Bed | 2K | Teen): hypothetically, Buck types. if someone hit their head in the morning, they probably shouldn’t go to sleep alone, huh The phone vibrates in his hand before he can even put it down, Eddie’s face flashing on the screen. Buck sighs and picks it up. “What did you do?” Eddie asks immediately. “Hypothetically, the Scrub Daddy tried to kill me.”

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 41/54 | 78K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

44. We Gotta Create Our Interludes: Rated E - some soft established relationship fluff and smut 45. My Application to Hell: Rated E - shameless smut of the "they could never get away with this in real life" variety.

what my heart just yearns to say (in ways that can't be said) by mimibegins/ @itiveseenthisfilmbefore (Post S06E15: Death and Taxes | 5K | General): “I didn’t know that,” Eddie replied, eyebrows furrowed. And then he added so quietly that Buck almost missed it: “I mean, how would I? As I don’t see you.” And Buck was struck through the core and taken back in time. From one moment to the next, he was back at the graveyard, looking at Eddie and saying “I feel like she sees me” and then he recalled the broken look behind Eddie’s eyes and oh. So that’s what was wrong.

Twice Struck by Tizniz / @tizniz (Post-Lightning | 3K | General): Buck finds out he wasn't the only one struck by lightning that night.

dusk until the dawn (you're where i wanna go) by mimibegins/ @itiveseenthisfilmbefore (Post S6E14: Performance Anxiety, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): “So, would you say that you’re worried about dating because you never really dated,“ Buck said as he shifted his weight, draping himself over the couch in a way that was almost obscene for a public space. “Is that a question, or– ?” Eddie wondered, slightly amused as he looked up at Buck, who looked so pensive, if not a bit stunned as he was seemingly still trying to wrap his head around the disastrous dating experiences of Eddie Diaz. “No, it’s– yeah, okay, I guess it’s a question but– have you?” Buck asked, almost bashful, with a faint blush sitting high on his cheeks as he met Eddie’s eyes. God, Eddie thought as he felt how the blood rushed into his cheeks as well. These feelings are definitely not platonic.

he's a big boy by oklahoma/ @malewifediaz (Married Buddie, PWP | 5K | Explicit): Eddie has a thing for Buck's big dick.

one is one too many, one more is never enough by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (Drunk Confession | 2K | Teen): They say hangovers get worse as you get older. Buck never believed that until his first hangover in his thirties hit him like a fucking freight train. He had vowed to never get that drunk again. And he’d kept that promise to himself for over a year. That all changed at Maddie and Chimney’s wedding. He’d like it noted that it wasn’t his fault that he got so drunk. He hadn’t had any of the mimosas that were flowing while Maddie and her bridal party got ready because he didn’t want to risk anything going wrong when he walked Maddie down the aisle. In fact, he hadn’t had a drink until after he gave his speech. 

🔥 Don't Push Me So Far Away I Can't Reach You by giselleslash (Friends With Benefits | 12K | Mature): or the one where Buck thinks he and Eddie are just friends with benefits so he pushes Eddie to date other people because he’s an idiot

if you keep reachin' out (then I'll keep comin' back) by 42hrb / @exhuastedpigeon (Getting Together | 2K | Teen): It probably wasn’t the best idea to flirt with Buck before a rescue but Eddie couldn’t help himself. He’d been struggling with keeping his feelings for Buck locked down for months now, maybe even longer if he was honest with himself. 

i love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard? by rarakiplin (gmontys)/ @hoediaz (Post-Shooting | 9K | Teen): or, in which eddie's will reveal is a love confession, and buck takes a second to catch up

🔥 maybe love won't let you down by sibylsleaves (Season 5B, Getting Together | 15K | Mature): Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines. or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

Rope 'n Ride by rosebuddiekin/ @giddyupbuck (PWP | 2K | Explicit): Or: Eddie rides Buck wearing the cowboy hat.

WIP

search history by forgottenwords (Getting Together | 8/10 | 11K | Explicit): Eddie opened the Safari app to find a specific recipe Buck was looking for, but something was already typed in the search box. Beefy blonde twink gets railed by— Buck's voice calls out from the kitchen “Did you find it yet?” and Eddie hastily closes the tab, opening another with a surprising speed from someone considered technologically illiterate. As close as they were, he’d never had a thought about the type of ‘adult entertainment’ Buck was partial to. Now, it was all he could think about.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 107/? | 296K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

🔥 and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 5/18 | 23K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.

Winter Prayer by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Road Trip, Buck&Bobby&May | 1/3 | 5K | General): When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief.

(when i die) i'll die loving you by lecornergirl / @clusterbuck (The Good Place Fusion | 1/? | 2K | Teen): OR: buck and eddie are in the afterlife, and they're soulmates. but it's not quite that simple.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 21/? | 14K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

22. 82. Whispering "I love you" in-between kisses  23. 1. Whispering "kiss me" to your lover  24. 18. Grabbing your lover by the collar 

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In case you want mORE :’)

cuddling in the first morning light + buddie anniversary? ❤️

hi amy ily I hope you enjoy these sappy boys (ft party dog socks as requested) mwah 💛 [Read on AO3]

It’s a miracle, really, that they make it out of the ER before five a.m. A miracle that they make it out of the ER without an admittance at all, Buck thinks privately, but that’s more to do with his shitty luck with ending up in the hospital than any feeling that he actually needs to be there right now. If it had been up to him, they wouldn’t have come at all.

“Which is why it’s not up to you,” is all Eddie had said to that on the drive in, his hands tight around the wheel and his foot a little heavier than normal through the yellow lights. The real miracle, honestly, is that Buck managed to talk his way out of an ambulance trip. He only fainted, like, one and half times, he’s fine, but you have one little history of cardiac arrest after being struck by lightning and suddenly everyone is more worried than they need to be.

No. That’s not fair. He’s just—he’s tired. He wants to be home already.

Eddie’s hand guides him back to the car and Buck tries not to lean into it too much, more unsteady than he is willing to admit but not wanting to keep worrying Eddie. He focuses on putting one foot in front of the other, thinking dreamily about getting home and sinking into their very comfortable bed with his very snuggle-able husband.

He slumps against the window, eyes closing as he lets out a shaky breath, and he only remembers to put on his seatbelt when Eddie gets in the driver’s seat and clicks his own belt into place. The snap is loud in the quiet bubble of the car. Buck winces at the pulse of pain through his head. The fluids the hospital gave him did something, he’s pretty sure, but the headache is clinging tight.

Eddie fiddles with the radio, searching for a traffic report, and Buck winces again when a host far too cheery for the early hour informs them that there has been an accident so they’ll have to take a detour.

“Sorry,” Buck sighs. He has said it too many times already, he knows, but he can’t help it. It doesn’t make sense that traffic would be his fault but it feels like one more thing he needs to apologise for anyway.

“You don’t need to apologise, Buck,” Eddie tells him, and somehow there’s still none of the exasperation Buck keeps expecting to hear there. He sounds more tired than he did at the start of the night, exhaustion dripping from his consonants and his shoulders as he glances in the rearview mirror before pulling out of the carpark, but his voice is just as patient as it was the first and second and tenth time Buck said he was sorry.

“It’s just.” Buck bites his lip, working through the frustrating press of tears behind his eyes. He’s just tired. He’s tired, and feeling more like crap than he wants Eddie to know, and, “It’s our anniversary.”

Eddie glances at him then. His hand twitches towards the gear stick like he wants to shift it into reverse and back up down the road until they’re back in front of the hospital.

“You said you didn’t hit your head when you fell.”

Buck groans. “Please don’t turn the car around.”

“Our anniversary is in March,” Eddie reminds him, as if Buck doesn’t know that. He was the one who wanted a spring wedding and then he spent the whole day sneezing because of hay fever. It would have been miserable if it wasn’t the best day of his life.

“I know it’s not March,” Buck insists, fully aware that he’s being too insist-y about it. He’s just so tired. “I didn’t mean that anniversary.”

Eddie frowns. He opens his mouth, then closes it, and in the flash of orange streetlights, Buck can see him flipping through a calendar in his mind, Chris’ school events and work shifts and all the important days in their lives marked on it with colourful pens and stickers. Buck can see him coming up blank on anything that matches today’s date.

It’s stupid, really. Extra stupid because Buck didn’t even know about it, not consciously, and then he accidentally caught a glimpse of Eddie’s personnel file in Bobby’s office on Monday and—

“It’s the day we met,” he says, playing with the plastic band around his wrist. “The day you joined the 118.”

The day their lives changed forever, even though they didn’t know it at the time.

“It’s stupid,” Buck adds, mumbling.

They’re at a stop light now, and the cross street is clear, but instead of accelerating forward, Eddie puts the handbrake on and leans across the console to pull Buck into a kiss. A sound of surprise catches in the back of Buck’s throat, but then he curls his fingers into the front of Eddie’s hoodie and kisses back.

“I love you,” Eddie says when they pull apart, his eyes crinkling with his smile. Buck can hardly see it in the dim interior of the car, but he can hear it in Eddie’s voice, the kind of warmth and fondness that is so sticky Buck will find traces of it clinging to him for the rest of the day.

“I love you too,” he replies, a little breathless. He hopes Eddie thinks it’s just from the kissing.

“I’m gonna take you home,” Eddie says, thumb a caress at the edge of Buck’s jaw. “And we’re gonna sleep for at least five hours. Probably more.” Buck smiles. “And then we can celebrate our anniversary, okay?”

“It’s not even a real anniversary,” Buck tries, not even really sure why he’s arguing. A more sensible person would just agree, and maybe remind their husband that they’re stopped in the middle of the road, so maybe they should put the car back in gear and hurry up with the getting home part of the plan? Any minute now some early morning commuter is probably going to come along and beep at them.

Eddie kisses him again, quicker and chaster than before, his lips gone before Buck can even try to chase them.

“It can be an anniversary if we want it to be,” he says, shrugging the kind of one-shouldered shrug that means he’s trying to seem unbothered when he’s actually feeling a lot of things, probably very deeply. Then he puts the car back in gear and checks both directions are clear before continuing to drive. It’s not fair, really, because it means Buck can’t work through the many, very deep feelings in his own chest by kissing Eddie stupid.

When we get home, he tells himself. But by the time they pull into the driveway, Buck is flagging.

They shower together—“it’ll be faster,” Eddie says, as if Buck doesn’t know it’s just so he can make sure Buck doesn’t pass out and crack open his skull on the tiles—and with the smell of the hospital gone and the bone-deep exhaustion amplified by the heat, Buck is half-asleep before he makes it into bed. He seriously considers not getting dressed at all, maybe not even drying off, just rolling under the covers and passing out (metaphorically, this time). But then Eddie is in front of him with a t-shirt and sleep shorts, a pair of party-themed dog socks tucked under his arm, and it’s just as easy to let him help.

“Bet you didn’t think we’d end up here,” Buck finds himself saying, watching Eddie roll the socks onto his feet. He could do it himself, but.

“No,” Eddie agrees, looking up at him. His smile is teasing when he adds, “Especially not those first few days.”

The embarrassment Buck used to feel looking back at that has been tempered by time and the life they have built together.

“I was a dick,” he says easily.

Eddie snorts. “You thought you were so tough.”

“Hey,” Buck protests, unable to fully bite back his own smile. “I am tough.”

“My tough firefighter husband.”

Only half teasing.

"Don’t worry, Eds," Buck tells him, “you’re my tough firefighter husband too.”

Eddie’s knees crack when he stands and they both laugh.

Eddie holds out a hand and Buck takes it, bracing himself before Eddie pulls him to his feet. He sways there a second, takes another second to figure out it’s because Eddie is pulling him in, not because of head rush, then he’s ducking his head down to Eddie’s shoulder while they hug. He likes hugging Eddie. He likes pretty much everything about Eddie, likes doing pretty much everything with him, but even before they started dating, Buck always liked the way Eddie hugged him. Liked the way it made him feel held.

“Good?” Eddie checks.

He’s not really asking anything, but he’s also asking everything, so Buck takes the time to squeeze him a little tighter before he answers, “Yeah, ‘m good.”

They separate just long enough to climb into bed, then Eddie wraps an arm around his waist and Buck melts back against him. Behind the blinds, the sky is probably just starting to lighten, alarm clocks starting to go off around the city, birds chirping, a thousand days starting while theirs finally ends. Buck closes his eyes, breathing slow and deep with the rise and fall of Eddie’s chest against his back.

“Wake me if you need me, okay?”

Buck wants to say that he won’t need him—he’s fine, really, the doctor said so and everything—but he just yawns and agrees with a half-garbled, “Uh huh.”

Eddie presses a kiss behind his ear. Or maybe Buck just imagines that he does. He can’t be sure whether he really hears the whispered, “love you,” either. It doesn’t really matter; they’re just words. He can feel all the branching, overlapping layers of Eddie’s love even without I love you.

It’s nice, though, hearing the words anyway.

Buck falls asleep wondering whether Bobby knew just how much he would change their lives when he asked Eddie to join the 118.

#Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #911 Fox #fic #sorry this is kinda dumb akskdk

[loserdiaz]

fuck it inspiration saturday! 💌

tagged by a few for fuck it friday @wildlife4life @alyxmastershipper @jesuisici33 @bigfootsmom @honestlydarkprincess @spotsandsocks @disasterbuckdiaz @diazblunt @wikiangela thank u, lovelies! 💗

sooo for inspiration saturday part i decided to post the banner for my rwrb au + a tiny lil snippet. (kels, look away)

"Shouldn't you be, I don't know, doing royal duties or something?"

"Royal duties?" Eddie chuckles and raises an amused eyebrow at him. "And what would these duties entail, according to you?"

"Make a poor employer miserable, count your gold, play some boring sport like golf or something. Walk around having no fun at all and think everyone is beneath you." Buck shrugs. "Clean your crown for the hundredth time. How would I know?"

Eddie laughs ruefully. "I think the miserable employer would be cleaning my crown in this scenario you made in your head."

"Why are you talking to me?" Buck bites the bullet, not wanting to go through any more fake niceties.

"Well… Sophia and Philip are shaking hands with pretty much every member related to royalty or people in politics, which is boring and dull and not something I'd do unless I absolutely have to." Eddie shrugs. "And Chim is flirting with your sister, so I thought you and I could talk and kill some time."

"We're not friends."

"I know we're not friends. I'm just trying to have some civilized conversation, Jesus Christ."

and for the fuck it part, i'm gonna share a bit of reincarnation au bc i've been thinking about it lately. so here, have some moodboards and a lil teeny tiny wee snippet under the cut.

Buck's heard the legends and the stories about soulmates. About how, if you find the person you're destined to be with, at the first touch you will just know it.

He remembers in fifth grade, his history teacher talked about how, if you're lucky enough to have a soulmate, the first time you touch that person you will remember all of the lives past you experienced with them.

At the time it felt like this sweet and amazing fairy tale— but just that. It's always been this kind of myth, this sort of fairy tale that people tell but no one has really experienced so far. A kind of distant thing that Buck never ever thought he'd experience.

Until Eddie reaches for his hand.

The moment their fingers touch, it's like a big lightning strike going through him. It's fireworks and a rollercoaster and magic, all mixing and brewing inside his heart.

It's poetry and flashes coming at him, playing in his mind like a movie right in front of his eyes.

tagging (no pressure): @buddierights @monsterrae1 @elvensorceress @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @the-likesofus @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @devirnis @starlingbite @dijkstraspath @heartshapedvows @prettyboybuckley @exhuastedpigeon @messyhairdiaz @shortsighted-owl @giddyupbuck @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @transbuck @transboybuckley and anyone else who wants to do it! 💗

#rwrb au #reincarnation au #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 fic #911 wip #my wips #911 abc #911 on abc #my writing

[be-better-then-yesterday-you]

Tried watching 9-1-1 from the beginning with my Mom and unlike me (who believes the show started with Season 2) she really enjoyed Season 1. She thoroughly disliked Abby though lol Everytime there was a Buck/Abby scene she would shout at the TV “Ewe get away from him you nasty! Hes too young for you!” As we started Season 2 and we all met Eddie her conversation with the TV turned to “Oooh Hellooo, hes handsome’ (because apparently age no longer mattered lol) and then “Whys he being so mean to him? Be nice!” Then after a few looks™️ and Bucks blushing “or you could have mine” she turned the conversation to me instead of the TV …

Mom: Wait, are they gay?

Me: What? Why do you think that?

Mom: They are! Ok go to the next one.

Me: Wait but why do you think they’re gay?

Mom: I dont know because they’re flirting and making eyes and hes blushing! Does that mean the nasty old lady doesnt come back?

Me: (still trying to not let my feelings on the matter show coz i want her to form her own opinion lol) oh my god why are you being mean to Abby? She needed to find herself.

Mom: (rolls her eyes) just go to the next one.

…

Mom: wait he has a son?!

….

Mom: (at the pickup scene and Buck watching Eddie&Chris) Awe seee he likes him! Oh is he not gonna like him back? … Tell me! I dont wanna watch if hes gonna hurt him! Tell me if they get together or Im not finishing watching!

Me: well they just finished season 6 and … they’re still best friends…..

Mom: oh hell no! Turn it off!

…. She still hasn’t watched another episode….

Point of this story? My Mom was more invested in Buddie in three episodes then she EVER was in Buck&Abby over an entire season and done with the denial shit from the jump so she did what every shipper in history threatens to do but never follows through on when we dont get our ship together “im done, im not watching anymore” lol

#911 abc #even buckley #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #buddie #buck x eddie

[911whatsyourgratitude]

I’m pretty sure you’ve got a lot of these before, but I’m just in awe that ABC did that. They made Buck bi on NATIONAL FUCKING TELEVISION. 9-1-1 isn’t a small time show, no it’s a famous mainstream procedural. 9-1-1 has been capable for representation, but it’s more than a surprise that this happened. I was just happy with implicit bisexual Buck who knew he his sexuality all along, but then this happened and I liked that interpretation even more. Because we don’t get to see a lot of characters realizing they’re queer outside of college age. And to have Buck especially, a 30+ guy who has had a history for being a womanizer, has had all his past relationships be women, be bi? And that be a new thing for him to discover?? That’s amazing!!! So amazing. It means a lot to me, who’s aroace, not even in the neighborhood of bisexual, and to those people who relate to Buck in this instance. ABC didn’t have to do this, in fact they could just lean on the implicit bi head canon most of the fandom had just to be safe. But no, they went above and beyond to have Buck realize he’s bi in his 30s by having a man kiss him on the mouth in MAINSTREAM TV (I’m never over that). ABC has done more than enough for us 911 fans and has continued to give more. As someone who’s used to being queerbaited and having their queer ships never come true because it’s ‘not normal’. This is just a breath of fresh air. That this thing is treated like a regular thing.

I remember lamenting to my friend that my ship tastes will always be ‘not canon and never will be’ because it’s all queer. And she replied to me saying ‘maybe one day your ship taste will be a canon standard’

And we’re here. 3 years after that comment was made. Sure buddie is not canon yet, but the chance of it is there. Which is more than previous shows can claim. Add to the fact that more queer ships are becoming canon.

I’m just happy with all the changes queer representation is going through. Buddie may not be canon, but it’ll be, they’re inevitable in my eyes. So let’s enjoy Bucktommy for now and watch Buck explore this new facet of himself with Tommy’s help

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[ace-reader]

Buddie soft morning

The first light of dawn crept through the half-open blinds, casting a warm glow across the room where Evan and Eddie were nestled under a cocoon of soft blankets. The world outside was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle not yet begun, allowing them a few more precious moments in their sanctuary.

Buck's eyes fluttered open to the sight of Eddie's peaceful face, his breathing deep and even in sleep. A smile tugged at Buck's lips as he watched the man he loved, the rise and fall of Eddie's chest a comforting rhythm that he had come to cherish. With the utmost care not to wake him, Buck inched closer, closing the miniscule distance between them, until his forehead rested gently against Eddie's.

It wasn't long before Eddie stirred, the sensation of Buck's warm breath against his skin coaxing him from the depths of sleep. His eyes opened to meet Buck's soft gaze, a silent greeting that filled the room with an unspoken affection. "Morning," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep but tender with emotion.

"Morning," Buck replied, his hand finding Eddie's under the blankets, fingers intertwining as naturally as if they were made to fit together. They shared a smile, and then Buck leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was a simple gesture, but it held all the love and history between them.

The kiss deepened as Eddie responded, his hand cradling Buck's cheek, thumb caressing the skin there. They took their time, savoring the intimacy of the moment, the way their lips moved together in a dance as familiar as it was exhilarating. There was no urgency, no need to rush through the affection they so freely gave one another.

Eventually, they parted, but only just, their foreheads still touching as they shared soft breaths and quiet laughter. "We should probably get up," Eddie said, though he made no move to leave the warmth of their bed.

"In a minute," Buck replied, and that minute turned into several as they lay there, wrapped up in each other, exchanging lazy kisses and soft touches that spoke of a deep, abiding love.

When they finally made their way to the kitchen, it was with a sense of contentment, their hands still joined. They moved together with an ease born of countless mornings just like this, making coffee and breakfast with shared glances and small touches.

#buddie prompt #9-1-1 #eddie x buck #buddie #asexual #fanfics #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #fluff #911 abc

[hippolotamus]

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IDK how I feel about all this but more from you're where I wanna go under the cut. All prev snippets here.

Buck returns the following day, like he said he would, continuing to do so for weeks. He learns Lucy’s schedule, what days she’s tending the cart, and makes it a point to see her.  He always arrives with the same question. She continues to leave him with the same answer. It becomes a bit of a running joke. He asks her to marry him and she tells him ‘no’. Sometimes, to add variety, she’ll say something like ‘if you can tell me my cat’s name, I’ll consider it’. It’s through these comments he begins to learn more about her. The first thing being that she doesn’t actually own a cat.  She tells him that her favorite color is aquamarine blue because it reminds her of the ocean, how she would like to travel more in the future; that she likes peas, corn and carrots, but not when they touch or mix together. Lucy proudly shares that she can drink most men under the table, and is exceptionally skilled at cards.  Buck also learns the history of Donato’s Flowers. It was started by Lucy’s grandparents, James and Emma, as a stall in Reading Terminal Market. Lucy’s mother had died in childbirth, and her father was either working or gambling, leaving Lucy with her grandparents most of the time.

She eventually tells Buck about going with them to the market as soon as she could walk, and helping when was strong enough to do so. How she would be rewarded by being allowed to pick out candy from the enormous bins several rows over from their stall.  “My sister used to take me there when we were kids,” he admits wistfully one October day. He hadn’t meant to say anything about Maddie, too afraid of tearing open the hole in his chest that never quite heals completely. But he did let it slip, so he doesn’t see any point in trying to hide it now. “We would get pastries and hot cider, or lemonade. Then we would walk around and she would make up stories about the different people we saw.” “Stories?” Lucy raises an eyebrow at him, a curious lilt to her voice. “Like what?” Buck takes a moment, letting his eyes flutter closed and breathing in the scent of chrysanthemums, roses, and fallen leaves. He pictures a maze of wooden booths that offer almost anything a person could want — meats, cheeses, bolts of fabric, cakes, pies, toys, and so much more than he can remember.  “There were always so many people bustling around. So much activity,” he recalls, his eyes still closed. “Haggling with vendors or trying to keep children in line. Then there were the out-of-towners. Easy to spot because of the way they would wind through the whole place, looking at anything and everything. I’m sure you know what I mean.” Buck huffs quietly, surprised by how easily the details come back. “Anyway, she would tell me to pick someone and then say they were a duchess who ran away from home. An undercover spy out for lunch. A pirate gathering supplies before going back out to sea. Absolutely ridiculous tales that would make us laugh until our sides hurt.” He opens his eyes to a world that’s very empty of Maddie and all the joy she brought him, and feels his heart break anew. Lucy watches him, equal parts fond and concerned.  “At any rate, that was more than you wanted to know,” he babbles. “Your cart is clearly no longer at the market. Tell me more about how it became this?”

#wip wednesday #buddie wip #fic: you’re where i wanna go #hippo writes #i know we're spending a lot of time with these two #i promise the buddie is coming #queerplatonic relationship

[liesyousoldme]

i've been waiting til i see it in your eyes

[Buddie | 3224 words | rated T | spoilers for 6x01]

One minute he’s playing Boggle with his kid and the next Buck is making a metaphor about couches and looking at him like he’s the only thing in the world that matters. It’s… it’s a lot, and Eddie knows he must be bright red because his face is hot, but Buck just keeps looking at him like it’s not five seconds away from sending Eddie into cardiac arrest. 

Somehow, he manages to sound completely normal when he says, "maybe that's how Bobby feels about interim captain."

Buck doesn't say anything back, but the conversation doesn't leave Eddie's mind easily. Not even just the words and the meaning hidden behind them - it was the way Buck looked at him. It was like…

It was like the way Eddie himself looked at Buck.

And isn't that a revelation to have over lasagna. 

The conversation breezes through how great the food is to telling Chris about some of their most recent kid-friendly rescue stories. Then Chris starts talking about the history project he just got assigned, how he has to research a famous figure in U.S. history and how he's got no idea who he's going to pick, but Miss Robins is going to give them a "really really long list" to choose from if they can't come up with their own by Friday.

And Eddie is listening to his kid. He really, genuinely is. But he's also watching Buck, who, about halfway through Chris' monologue about all the different ways people can be famous and how is he supposed to even choose a category much less a person, looks back with eyes that Eddie's scrambled brain can only describe as fond. He quietly clears his throat, looks down at his plate, then looks back up. Buck is still looking at him, this open and vulnerable expression that makes Eddie's breath hitch in his chest. He turns to look at Christopher because he thinks he might spontaneously combust into flames if he keeps looking at Buck while Buck's looking at him like that. Chris is winding down, debating with himself the merits of actors versus presidents and Eddie finds himself glancing back over at Buck, who catches his eye once more, then looks down at his own plate and smiles, his cheeks red.

And what the fuck is Eddie supposed to do with that?

They finish dinner quickly and Eddie offers to do the dishes and Buck says he'll dry so they end up standing side by side at the sink, and if Eddie takes a little longer with each dish than he normally would then that's his business and his business alone.

Chris complains about Buck's lack of couch again when he goes to the living room to watch television, and Eddie can feel Buck sigh from how their shoulders are pressed together. He mindlessly scrubs at an already clean plate and glances over at his best friend, who is vigorously drying the dish he made the lasagna in and biting his lip. There's a beat of silence and then Buck turns, just enough so that he can make eye contact with Eddie and his voice will still carry over his shoulder to Chris.

"Like I said," Buck says, and Eddie's heart is in his throat. "I don't want to pick the wrong couch."

continue on ao3

#buddie #buddie fic #my fic #911 fic #911 #couch fic #my self-indulgent take on the couch metaphor #friends to lovers #getting together #mutual pining #all that good stuff

[911-on-abc]

a snippet from a buddie WIP that I will probably never publish lmao:

There were not months of pining. There were no late nights staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out how he felt, what he felt, why he felt. When Eddie knew, he knew, and for maybe the first time in his life, he didn’t hold it back. 

The late nights came after. The longing stares. The stabbing pain he felt in his chest anytime he heard Buck laugh. Saw him smile. Because Eddie knew three things: Eddie loved Buck. Buck loved Eddie. And they could never be together.

It happens like this. 

It’s late one night after an easy shift and Buck is in Eddie’s house sitting at the table. Christopher’s having a sleepover with Denny and, normally, Eddie would be left in a house that felt too empty. 

But Buck is there with him. And he’s sitting there at the dining room table helping Eddie put together a model of a church for some school project that Chris is doing. And Buck is talking about the history of the southwest and California and something about settler colonialism, and Eddie doesn’t hear a thing. Not really. 

Because maybe they are a little tipsy. And maybe it’s a little late at night. But all Eddie can focus on is Buck’s wide smile, the spark in his eyes, and the way he moves around his hands when he’s passionate about something. And Buck’s passionate about everything.

And in that moment, Eddie realizes he loves him. 

Eddie’s not not impulsive. Sometimes, when they are on a call, and there is a kid who reminds him a little too much of Christopher, he can’t stop himself. But when it comes to his feelings, his emotions, it takes a while for Eddie to act on them. It took weeks for him to figure out what to do with Shannon when she returned and he was so, so slow when he was with Ana.

But when it comes to Buck, he finds his mouth moving without even thinking about it for a second, and he sees Buck’s smile getting somehow, impossibly wider. 

And then Buck’s hands are on his face and his eyes look almost reverent. And Eddie’s hands are in his hair and his leg is in between Buck’s thighs. And when their lips connect, it feels like a glass of cool water after 40 days in the desert that he didn’t even know he needed, but he can’t get enough of.

For the first time, maybe ever, Eddie feels content. 

When he wakes up in the morning, Buck is in his bed. The sunlight is shining through the window, casting everything in a golden hue, but Eddie knows that if he woke up when the sky was still dark it would feel just as magical. It would feel just as right.

And God Buck looks so beautiful. He always does, but Eddie can’t help thinking that he wants to wake up to this sight every morning for the rest of his life. He’s always been a romantic. 

Then Buck fully turns to him and Eddie’s gaze connects with Buck’s, his eyes rimmed red. And Eddie’s heart breaks.

#911 fox #911 on fox #buddie #buddie fic #911 fic #buddie wip #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #even buckley #911 abc #decided to post it cause fuck it #let me know if you like it #cause maybe I'll write more?? #and actually finish it #my post #Sarah Writes

[littlespoonevan]

Hey do you have any buddie fic recs?

i sure do!!! there have been so many incredible fics posted recently that i'm still trying to work my way through them but here are a few that i've read in the past two weeks that i've absolutely adored:

cause i'm tired of sleeping alone by rarakiplin (gmontys) (@hoediaz)

Buck goes on dates now.

Not often, and never with the same girl twice in a row, but he goes on dates.

And the thing is — the thing is, Eddie can’t be mad about that, because he goes on dates too.

-

or, five (ish) times eddie and buck go on dates with other people, and one time they go on a date with each other

never want for more when you're near by @hattalove

And Buck had, honestly, just about kept it together through the drive and the wait before Chim opened the door and this particular bout of nausea. He doesn’t have it in him to hold it in anymore, has to tell someone, so he takes a painful breath and says:

“I slept with Eddie.”

Chimney brightens. “Oh, con—“ he stops himself when Buck whines. “Not congrats?”

in which buck gets drunk and sleeps with eddie. except does he?

as easy as defusing a bomb by iriswests  (@evanbucxley)

His Google search history leading up to Hen and Karen’s vow renewal looks like this:

How to stop being attracted to your best friend Why am I attracted to my best friend Why am I attracted to my best friend + man Why are arms so attractive on men How to make my house carry-proof How do I tell my best friend to keep his shirt on Why does my best friend keep yawning Yawning remedies Dry lip remedies Slip-resistant dish gloves Slip-resistant dish gloves floral pattern

And then he just spent the next hour finding and ordering stupid dish gloves for Buck, because Google, it turns out, does not always have the answer, and leaves Eddie with more questions than before (like: does Buck have sleep apnea, actually, and if so, should he be seeing someone for it?).

--

or; buck moves in with eddie while taylor finds a new place, and prompts what feels like puberty 2.0 for eddie diaz.

Blame It On the Alcohol/Halloween Candy/Mistletoe/Etc. by @hmslusitania

Eddie doesn’t consider the repercussions of his actions until two weeks later. It’s Sunday, and Christopher had spent the previous day working on a school project at Ava’s house, and now over their pancakes, Christopher is just…staring at him. “What?” Eddie asks, reaching over to ruffle Christopher’s curls. “Not enough blueberries?” “Did you kiss Buck?” Christopher asks. Eddie freezes and he’s pretty sure he sounds like he’s being strangled when he asks, “Did I what?”

OR

Five times Buck and Eddie kiss for perfectly platonic reasons and One time it's none of those things (Spoiler alert: It is never any of those things)

All Tomorrows Come From Yesterdays by allisonRW96 (@homerforsure)

“I want that,” he says quietly. “I want that so bad it hurts sometimes. And I don’t think I’m ever gonna have it.”

In the aftermath of a breakup, Buck attends a wedding.

Patch by @wilddragonflying

Change a few things, and what if it wasn't Hen and Chim Jonah captured?

What if it was Buck and Eddie?

said i couldn't stay, but it's different now by @hattalove

“I think,” he says, watching Karen pull Hen out onto the dance floor, their eyes never leaving each other’s, “I think I’m just—sad.”

Maybe. That feels like a close enough word to describe this gaping maw right in the center of his chest. It’s only really there sometimes, taking little bites out of him, easy enough to ignore, but today is worse.

“About being single at a wedding,” Eddie says, not a question.

Buck shrugs. “Sounds stupid when you put it that way.”

or, the one with the four weddings (feat. a drunk karen wilson, shania twain, a single cheerio, and some confessions over cubed fruit).

baby, we can make it (if we're heart to heart) by lecornergirl (@clusterbuck)

“I lied,” he says, the words coming out ragged. “Earlier.”

“What did you lie about?” Buck asks. His tone is mild, edged with curiosity. He doesn’t know what’s coming.

For the space of a heartbeat, Eddie considers changing course. Considers backing out. Considers making up something inconsequential. But the lump in his throat has a mind of its own, and the words come out anyway.

“When I said I’m not in love with you.”

with my heart pounding (down that broken path) by farfromthstars (@buckactuallys)

And it’s been less than an hour since they arrived, and over a year since he last saw his son and grandson in person, but already Ramon feels like he keeps saying the wrong things around Eddie. He doesn’t mean to, but Eddie already seems angry at him, seems angry at him most of the time, and he’s just not sure why. It’s in the way he looks at him sometimes, his snippy comments, and painfully obvious in the way he’s so different with other people, especially Christopher, his abuela and his aunt. Ramon knows that the four of them have spent a lot of time together since Eddie moved Chris and himself to LA, but it still hurts a little that his own son is this close with his mother and sister when it feels like he can’t even talk to Ramon past superficial small talk.

~

Eddie's visit through his father's eyes.

we've got tonight (who needs tomorrow) by rarakiplin (gmontys) (@hoediaz)

Buck nods, rolling his glass gently between his palms. “Do you think you’ll ever have that? What Hen and Karen have?”

“You asked me that once before, you know,” Eddie says, and maybe he hasn’t fully grown out of deflection. Buck’s head turns toward him, a small little smile that means he remembers. “I said I hope so.”

“Has your answer changed?”

“Has yours?”

A scoff, Buck’s gaze tearing away from Eddie’s to return to his glass, where his fingers tap uselessly against the side. “I guess I’m not sure I’m built for this kind of love. The epic, all-consuming kind, I mean. Maybe I just have to be okay with — something I can live with, you know?”

-

or, eddie and buck sleep together at a wedding, but it's a little more than that

when i die alone (i'll be on time) by catching_paper_moons

“You good?” Lucy asks. Buck swallows, scrubbing his hands over his face.

“Yeah.” His voice cracks on the word. “Yeah, I’m off shift in 30, so.” He sends her a smile. “I’m good.”

Lucy frowns and takes a seat next to him. “You seem a little…” She trails off, waving her hands in front of his face. “You know.”

He raises an eyebrow at her, blinking. “Uh-huh.”

“Down.” She turns to face him. “You gonna go see your boys after this?”

(or 5 times buck has a talk about life with everyone but the person he should talk about life with, and one time he finally does)

you can also find all of my bookmarks here! i only ever bookmark fics if i want to reread them or recommend them so there are plenty of other gems here 💖

#buddie fic rec #911 fic #anon #asks #please do go through my bookmarks bc i left a few short fics off this one #and tbh i can't remember the last time i did a fic rec so there's definitely some amazing stuff from the past few months there too!

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | January 22nd-28th 2024

First experiment to try and fix my ao3 history page has been a fail. Will have to delete another userscript to see if it fixes the problem 🙄

On another note, I've made a post but in case you haven't seen it: if I've ever reblogged one of your WIP fics, consider this my permission to tag me in them (not so I'll participate of course, but to increase the chance I'll see them 😆)

Complete

let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later by heartbeatdiaz/ @loserdiaz (Canon Divergent, Chef Buck | 7K | Teen): Eddie figures if he's going to go on bad dates, he might as well go to Buck and Bobby's restaurant so Buck can save him from them. Buck suffers and pines like the idiot he is, and feelings are blurted out over dinner and fancy wine.

the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (S4E5: Buck Begins | 4K | Teen): After the factory fire, Buck’s parents show up at the station. It goes poorly. Written for the bad things happen bingo prompt: backhand slap.

And When You Speak, Angels Sing From Above by callmenewbie/ @callmenewbie (Established Buddie, Proposal | 3K | General): Buck pops the question but before saying yes, Eddie needs to ask someone else first.

we didn't happen the way we were supposed to (where do we go now?) by Iover_of_mine (I_almost_do) / @lover-of-mine (Post-S6 | 4K | Teen): Buck and Eddie start fighting over things left unsaid or just misunderstood.

only the best will do by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Madney Wedding | <1K | General): Buck gets a little intense about wedding planning. Chimney hides in the kitchen. Eddie is a man in love.

through bloodshot eyes the sky is falling (it kills me when i try to push you away) by screamingcolours/ @vampbuckley (Post-S6 | 6K | Teen): Buck and Eddie have a fight, get in a car accident, and confess their feelings. Not exactly in that order.

Partnership: Finding the Right Scent by faradheia/ @faradheia, RhystaRose (Sentinels&Guides AU | 7K | Explicit): Guide Evan Buckley and Sentinel Eddie Diaz navigate through their life as firefighters and a mostly bonded pair. If only Buck could solve his Sentinel's last sense issue there might be the sweet smell of success...

my heart is trying to crawl out of my chest to get to you by bucksclipboard (S6E12: Recovery | 2K | General): Buck is released from the hospital and while the rest of his family is understandably on edge about his recovery, Eddie throws himself back into work. He refuses to be a part of Maddie’s “operation buck up buttercup” and Hen grows suspicious. Listen, it’s not like Eddie isn’t worried, quite the opposite actually. He just found a better way to watch over Buck, without having to spill any of his secrets. Unless technology plays a trick on him, as it usually does, and his foolproof plan goes wrong. But Buck might just surprise him.

forever is in your eyes by appleoctopie/ @appleoctopie (Getting Together | 3K | Teen): or the one where eddie needed his son to help him realize he's dating his best friend (it's okay because buck didn't realize it either)

You don't have to be related to relate by Polish_Amber (David POV, Buck&Bobby | 10K | General): The one where David is determined to prove that he’s in it with Michael for the long-haul, and that includes accepting and caring about the children of the Grant-Nash household. All 3 of them. (And Athena and Michael laugh more than they have in months, Bobby is sheepish, and David learns a bit about chosen families).

this is (not) a puppy love by asteriasera/ @asteriasera (Post-S6, Getting Together | 7K | General): Five times their family realizes Buck and Eddie are in love and the one time Buck and Eddie realize they’re in love

In a drought I'll give you water by JamesPearce911/ @diazsdimples (PWP, Established Buddie | 8K | Explicit): Or: Eddie finds come on Buck's underwear and panics

🔥 the answer to it all (is in the back of my mind and on the tip of my tongue) by waferkya/ @oursisthewinter (Canon Divergent, Cop Eddie | 17K | Teen): AU in which Eddie is a cop who just moved to LA; Buck has zero self-esteem, a praise kink the size of the desert and no clue on how to pick a decent Dom; and eventually love conquers all.

it was your heart on the line (I really fucked it up this time, didn't I, my dear?) by smilingbuckley/ @smilingbuckley (Post-S6 | 4K | Teen): Buck gets called to the station to bail Eddie out of jail, but Eddie refuses to tell him what happened and why he punched Phillip Buckley.

Eddie Diaz Is NOT a Birthday Person by Daisies_and_Briars / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Fluff | 4K | Teen): Eddie doesn't put much stock into celebrating his birthday, as an adult. But for the first time since moving to Los Angeles, it happens to fall right in the middle of a four-off. Buck schemes. Romance ensues rather accidentally.

sleep safe and warm by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Established Buddie | 2K | Teen): A few months into their relationship, Buck and Eddie finally share a bed.

WIP

🔥 A Minor Delay by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Post-S6/S7 Spec | 3/11 | 10K | Mature): Almost a year after the bridge collapse, a lot has changed. The team are scattered—Bobby and Athena on their Honeymoon, Hen on adoptive parent's leave, and Buck and Eddie... They may still work together, still have movie nights with Chris whenever they can, but things have changed. With Maddie and Chimney's wedding around the corner, Buck tries to make it perfect. And maybe, along the way, he might figure out why everything still feels... wrong.

🔥 Winter Prayer by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Road Trip, Buck&Bobby&May | 2/3 | 12K | General): When a work conflict prevents Athena from accompanying Bobby to Minnesota for the ten year anniversary of his family dying, Buck and May offer to go instead. Over the course of the trip, they all learn more about each other, and Bobby faces his grief.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 108/? | 303K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Fractals from the Lightning Bolt by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (One Shots Collection | 41/54 | 78K | Not Rated): A collection of oneshots, some originally posted on tumblr. Each chapter is individually rated.

46. My Words Might Stumble but Not My Heart :  Just another cute "what if" getting together fic.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 21/? | 14K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 25. 3. Kisses that travel from your lover's nose to their lips

search history by forgottenwords (Getting Together | 9/10 | 11K | Explicit): Eddie opened the Safari app to find a specific recipe Buck was looking for, but something was already typed in the search box. Beefy blonde twink gets railed by— Buck's voice calls out from the kitchen “Did you find it yet?” and Eddie hastily closes the tab, opening another with a surprising speed from someone considered technologically illiterate. As close as they were, he’d never had a thought about the type of ‘adult entertainment’ Buck was partial to. Now, it was all he could think about.

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 15/18 | 37K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

🔥 and if i bleed (you'll be the last to know) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Canon Divergent Season 6, Friends with Benefits | 6/18 | 27K | Explicit): or, an alternate look at season 6 where buck and eddie have been casually sleeping together since before the beginning of the season. somehow, this changes both everything and nothing at all.

Re-read

🔥 I Opened My Eyes and There You Were by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels / @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Post-S3 | 4K | Explicit): In which Buck provides the dots and Eddie finally connects them.

#buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #buddie fic #epic buddie fic rec #911 fanfic #911 fanfiction #911 fic

[rainbow-nerdss]

Growing Pains

written for @augustwritingchallenge day 15: Ancient History Buddie, 2.9k Married Buddie, Buck and Eddie get de-aged, POV Chris Read on AO3

Chris loves the museum, has loved it ever since he was a little kid and Buck first started hanging out with them, taking him on day trips. Now he’s a little older, he still loves the museum, and he loves his dads, but given the option, he’d probably prefer to spend the weekend hanging out with his friends. 

Still, when Buck knocked on his bedroom door and asked if he’d be up for a day trip, like old times, Chris had been happy to go along with it.

He’s noticed the pair of them acting strange lately, the way they had when he was thirteen and they’d been tiptoeing around each other, trying to figure out how to tell him they’d started dating. He hadn’t been surprised then, but he isn’t sure what they have to tell him this time. 

They walk through the exhibits, and Chris notices Buck getting all nostalgic over the things Chris used to drag him towards. Chris trails behind with his dad, mostly just humoring them both, but he still finds the little artifacts fascinating, the way they were once household items, held by real people, part of their daily lives hundreds of years ago and now here, for them to look at.

“Eddie, c’mere!” Buck shouts, and Chris watches them interact, Buck pointing out some old clay tablet. They whisper to each other, that quiet whisper they use when it's something Chris definitely does not want to hear. God, they can be so embarrassing sometimes.

Buck's wedding ring glints under the bright museum lighting when he drapes his arm over Eddie's shoulder.

“I wanna touch it,” Buck says, just loud enough for Chris to hear. 

“It says no touching!” Eddie points out, but Buck reaches out anyway. Eddie tries to pull his arm back, but they’re both laughing, and Buck manages to get one finger on the tablet before he’s pulled back. 

“You’re both such children, stop being so embarrassing!” Chris complains. And they wonder why he spends so much time with his friends instead of them.

Buck pouts and reaches for Chris, messing up his hair. “Dad!” he protests. Chris stops to fix his hair in the reflection of one of the display cases while his dads go on ahead to the next room.

He takes out his phone and finds a bench to sit on for a few minutes, sending a text to them both to let them know where he is. Suddenly, a kid with blonde curls appears out of nowhere, attaching himself to Chris’s leg. He’s followed soon after by another kid, who climbs on the bench next to Chris and looks up at him with tear-filled brown eyes. 

The kid seems… eerily familiar to Chris. Something about him reminds Chris of his Abuela’s house, the family pictures on the wall there.

The blonde-haired kid pulls his face away from Chris’s leg long enough that Chris can see his face, blue eyes and pink cheeks and — a birthmark over his left eye.

“Buck?” Chris asks, bewildered. He looks at the other kid. “Dad?”

They can’t be older than about five, and Chris wonders what he did to deserve this. It’s them, though, he knows it instinctively. He’s seen these faces so many times, as adults, but also in the countless pictures of his dad and tías in his Abuela’s house, and the handful Maddie had of Buck in her place. 

He’d complained about his dads acting childish, and now they were four years old. 

Great.

What the fuck is he meant to do now? How does this even happen? Unless there’s some superhero out there with a de-aging ray, Chris has no frame of reference for it. 

“I need the potty,” The child who was his father says, with a sniffle. 

Chris sighs and stands up, figuring he can try and deal with this one thing at a time. He leads both kids to the restroom, and once they’re done, helps them wash their hands. On the way back out, they pass the exhibit Buck had reached out to touch before, and Chris stops to look at it properly this time. He sees the Do Not Touch sign, and then next to it, a placard describing it, explaining how the local stories from where it was unearthed spoke of some sort of a curse. 

He looks at his parents — Buck running around in circles around Eddie with his arms out, making plane noises, and Eddie spinning around, trying to catch him. Chris sees the fall before it happens, but he doesn’t get there in time to stop it. Eddie topples, dizzy, and Buck trips over his legs. 

They both start crying, and now people are watching them, shooting judgemental looks their way. 

Chris gets them both back on their feet, and decides to just go to the cafe near the entrance. They can’t do too much damage there, right?

“I want a chocolate cake!” Buck announces, when he sees where they’re headed. There are still tears on his cheeks, but any sign of hurt from his fall has vanished. Eddie’s still sniffling a little, but he has his jaw out, expression tight, trying to be strong. 

Chris remembers a talk they had, when he was little, where his dad said that Chris was allowed to cry as much as he needed to when he was hurt. He’d been confused at the time, but now he wonders if his dad had been told the opposite. 

He sits them both down at a small cafe table, then turns to his dad. To Eddie — he can’t decide which is weirder, honestly — thinking of a kid this little as dad, or thinking of his dad as Eddie. Buck’s fine, while he calls him Dad sometimes, the word Buck has come to mean basically the same thing in his mind. 

“Are you hurt?” he asks. Eddie sniffs and points to his knee. Chris rolls up the leg of his pants and finds a grazed knee. One thing having a family of first responders is good for, he figures, is that he’s never short of first aid supplies. He pulls an antiseptic wipe and band-aid out of his bag and sees to the graze, then places a hand over the spot. 

“You know,” he whispers. “You told me one time that it’s good to cry when you’re hurt. If you need to cry, then go right ahead.” 

The tears in his eyes begin to fall, and he hugs Chris again. When he pulls away, sniffling but looking happier than he had before, Chris stands up and goes to order cakes and hot cocoas for the three of them. 

“You on babysitting duty, honey?” the old lady ahead of him in the line asks. Chris looks over his shoulder to where Buck’s poking at Eddie’s newly bandaged knee, and sees him place a clumsy kiss over the band-aid. He rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” he tells the lady. 

“Well good for you! They’re lucky to have a big brother like you,” she says. Chris gives a tight smile as she turns to give her order. “Let me pay for this young man, too,” she says. Chris orders, and the lady pays for the whole lot. 

He thanks her, then puts the twenty he’d planned to pay with into the tip jar.

“You go sit down, I’ll bring your tray to you,” The barista grins, and Chris isn’t going to argue with that, not when his legs are already aching from walking around the museum and suddenly having to chase after two little kids. 

When he gets back to the table, he takes a moment to register that his dads look… different. Older, maybe — eight or nine instead of five. 

He hopes it isn’t just his imagination. If they are getting older on their own, then he might not have to worry about how he’s gonna be a single dad to his own parents.

Chris comes up with a plan of action. It’s probably been about an hour since Buck touched the slate, and he’s not an expert on little kids, but it looks like they’d aged about three years in that time. If he’s right about them getting older, he’ll only have to be responsible for them for another two hours or so until they start to outgrow him. 

Seven hours until they’re his dads again. He honestly can’t wait for them to be all gross and in love again.

The barista sets down the tray on their table. “Coffee for you,” she says, placing the cup in front of him, “And cocoa for your brothers.” So, maybe Chris took advantage of the lack of parental intervention to order a cup of coffee, when he’s usually only allowed one cup per day. The two kids immediately grab their slices of cake from the tray and start digging in. 

“Did she call us your brothers?” Eddie asks, mouth full of cake. 

Chris nods. “Yeah, well, the truth would be a little difficult to explain.”

“You’re good at being a brother,” Eddie muses. 

“Have you ever wanted a little brother or sister?” Buck asks. “I always thought it’d be neat to be a big brother.”

Chris splutters on his cake, and takes a sip of coffee to wash it down. Truth is, he had always wondered what it’d be like to have a sibling, when it was just himself and his mom in El Paso, when his dad came home and his mom left, when they moved to LA and he had to make a whole new set of friends, he’d wanted someone else there with him, like his cousins, like Buck and Aunt Maddie, like Harry and May, Denny and all the siblings his moms had fostered through the years.

He’s happy now, just him and his dads, but… “I think it’d be cool, too,” he says. “If it’s what you guys wanted.”

They walk through the museum again when they’re done with their cakes, then leave through the gift shop. By the time he pulls Buck away from the Egyptian display and convinces his father that he doesn’t need a chia pet, enough time has passed that all three of them are about the same age.

They get to the truck, and Chris realizes a flaw in the plan.

Buck hops up onto the hood of the truck, while Eddie leans against it, next to him. Neither of them make a move to get in the driver’s seat. 

“Um…” Chris says, drawing both of their attention. “Either of you know how to drive yet?”

They exchange a look. 

“Guess we’re waiting here for a while.”

Chris unlocks the car door and gets in the passenger side, leaving Buck and Eddie outside on their own. They’re old enough to look after themselves now, at least. He still watches them through the windscreen. 

They’re talking, and Chris can see Eddie ducking his head, the way he does when Buck flirts with him. 

Oh god, they’re starting already. Chris looks down at his phone instead, replying to a few messages in a group chat, trying to figure out how to update his friends on his day without sounding like he’s lost his mind. 

The driver’s door opens, and there’s Eddie. “I think I can drive,” he says. 

Chris nods and fishes the keys out of the bag, then tosses them over. 

Eddie whistles as he settles into the driver’s seat. “This is nice,” he says. “Is this mine?”

Buck climbs in the backseat, grumbling. “You didn’t even call shotgun, dude, that’s not fair!”

“Yeah well, you decided to sit on top of the truck and flirt, so I took advantage of that,” Chris shoots back. 

Buck kicks the back of his seat while Eddie splutters. “He didn’t— we weren’t—” 

Chris rolls his eyes. “Just drive, dad.”

It’s still weird to call him dad. 

They’re both older than him by the time they get home, and Chris can’t help but watch Eddie, seeing him at the age he was when Chris was born. The age he was when he left.

Chris watches him, sitting next to Buck on the couch, feet up on the table and a beer in his hand. (Chris debated calling them out on the beer, but for all he knows they might  be twenty-one already, and if they aren’t… well that’s just something he might be able to use to is advantage in the future)

The thing is, though, is that Eddie seems… Happy. Relaxed. This is his dad without the responsibility of a wife and kid at such a young age, and he’s laughing, looking embarrassed and a little bit delighted when Buck flirts with him, and… Chris hadn’t expected how much that would hurt to see.

“I’m gonna make dinner, since I doubt either of you have remembered how to make anything edible yet,” he announces, and leaves them to themselves. 

When he emerges, having done his best to recreate the carbonara recipe he’d watched Buck make a week before, he finds the two of them making out on the couch, and he has to throw a tea towel at them to get them to stop.

They’re well into their early twenties now, and Chris sets his earlier sadness aside. His dad loves him, he knows that. He knows he regrets leaving, but he doesn’t regret having him, doesn’t regret coming back. If none of that had happened, would they have come to LA at all? Would they have met Buck?

They dig in, and Chris is pleasantly surprised to find it actually tastes good.

“Holy shit, this is delicious,” Buck says through a mouthful. “You’ve got to teach me how to make this!”

“Actually, you taught me,” Chris says. 

Buck’s eyes widen. “I cook?” he asks, amazed. 

Chris isn’t sure how much of the situation they’ve grasped by now. They know him, sure, but they’d known him when they were little kids running to him in the middle of a crowded museum. They know him, but they aren’t his dads. Not yet. 

He makes them do the dishes, and they splash each other with dishwater, laughing and flirting again. 

They’re starting to look familiar, though. Closer to the ages where Chris was old enough to remember. This is the age his dad was when he came home, the age Buck was when Chris first met him. 

He wonders what it might have been like if they’d gotten together then, if things would have been different.

Chris excuses himself, going to his room and putting on headphones. He lays in bed, watching a youtube video essay on his phone, until he hears a knock on his door. 

“Come in!” he shouts, pausing the video. 

The door opens, and his parents walk in. 

His parents.

Not Eddie and Buck, not children or teenagers or adults who he barely knows, but his parents, Dad and Buck, married and annoying and in love with each other and Chris’s dads.

Chris rolls out of his bed and throws himself across the room into their arms, knowing they’ll catch him. 

They do.

The three of them sit on the floor of Chris’s bedroom, arms around each other.

“Are you okay, Chris?” Eddie asks. 

Chris nods.

“You did such a good job, bud,” Buck adds. 

“You guys remember?”

“All of it,” Eddie confirms. “Sorry you had to look after us like that.”

“I was happy to. I love you guys.”

“We love you too, Christopher.”

Chris isn’t sure how much time passes before they break the hug, but they do.

His parents exchange a look. Chris knows what’s coming. He’d forgotten, briefly, that they’d been planning to tell him something when they left the house this morning, but it comes back to him now.

“Remember that thing you said, about wanting a little sibling?” Buck asks him. “Did you mean that?” 

Chris shrugs. He has a feeling he knows what it is they’ve been talking about, but he doesn’t want to jinx it. “I mean… I guess so. It’d be cool, I guess, but… I am happy. It’s not like I’m missing out. I love our family.”

His dad clears his throat, like he does when he’s getting emotional and trying not to show it. Chris remembers earlier, the little kid refusing to cry over a grazed knee. He reaches out, puts his hand on his dad’s knee, meeting his eye. 

Eddie nods, and a tear falls, but he’s grinning. “I love our family too, kid.” 

Chris sees it in his eyes, the happiness overflowing. He’s happier now than he could have been as that carefree twenty-year-old. Then Buck wipes away Eddie’s tears, kissing him on the forehead, and they both turn back to Chris.

“We want that, too, Chris,” Eddie says. “Another kid, I mean. We’ve been talking about it, maybe adopting or getting a surrogate.”

Chris grins, looking between the two of them. “Really? That would be… You’re serious?”

Buck laughs, visible relief washing over him as he sags against Eddie’s side. “Yeah, absolutely. You’re really okay with it?”

“I’m gonna be a brother?” Chris asks again, to clarify, and his dads nod in unison.

Chris leans forward to pull them both into a hug again, and their arms wrap around him like they have so many times before. He imagines it now, another set of arms, another, smaller body in the middle of the group hug. Another person to roll their eyes when their dads are being gross, to argue with about who ate the last cookie, to sneak into his room and probably annoy the shit out of him.

Chris’s voice is muffled between their shoulders when he finally speaks. “I’m gonna need more babysitting practice, though, if today is anything to go by.”

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Road Trip

*good evening everyone! Here's a new story of mine! I also have another story on deck that I should be posting in the near future. Hope you enjoy this one!*

I can’t believe the situation I’m in right now. My girlfriend and I were on a road trip heading to the mountains for a nice, quiet, relaxing trip. Now I’m in a hospital bed in who knows where with a concussion, had my spleen removed, and some bumps and scrapes, while my girlfriend is under a sheet in the hospital morgue. I’m still trying to process everything that’s happened in the past day or two, but I have a lot to get off my chest. But before I tell you how we got here, I want to tell you about my girlfriend. I want you guys to remember her the same way I did, and not by how she died.

Her name was Chloe. She was a few years younger than me. And for reference, I’m 26 and she was 24. Chloe was a cute Asian girl, whose dad is a Vietnamese immigrant, and mother is a Chinese immigrant. She had dark, pin straight, shoulder length hair, chocolate brown eyes, and had a short, petite build. She had a nasal septum piercing, a colorful tattoo sleeve on her left arm, and wore black lipstick a lot, which drove her uptight, traditional parents crazy. They always asked her why she couldn’t be like her older brother Michael who’s a successful programming manager for Microsoft out west in Seattle, which made her feel bad.

But Chloe differed from the rest of her immediate family. Compared to her family’s uptight, traditional ways, she was more open minded, laid back, and had a go with the flow type of demeanor about her. Her older brother Michael was very ambitious and goal oriented while Chloe wanted to pursue her passions and work to live, rather then live to work. She went to college for music, but ultimately dropped out in her 2nd semester, much to her family’s disapproval. Chloe was a bass player and loved focusing on writing music, playing with her bandmates, and worked only to provide money for her passion.

And that’s how her and I met, through work. We both worked at the same hotel together, just in different departments. I work as a maintenance supervisor, while she worked at the front desk. I remember the first time I met her. I was called up to the front desk to take a look at some dripping that came from a vent. I was able to get to the bottom of the issue real quick- it was just a clogged up condensate line in the HVAC vent (something that takes 5 minutes to fix, but most HVAC repair men will have the audacity to charge you $300 bucks for. But I digress!). After I cleared that up, I asked one of my buddies at the front desk who the hot new girl was, to which he told me “yeah, that’s Claire!”, which became a bit of an inside joke between Chloe and I later on.

I started spending more time at the front desk and BSing with her, and found out her an I had a lot in common. As I mentioned, she was a bass player, while I play guitar. It turned out we were both metal heads, she liked pokemon (even had Squirtle as part of her tattoo sleeve) and complemented my Lego collection- probably the only girl in the history of the universe to do so. After we got to know each other a bit, I got her number and asked her out. And let me tell ya, I was very nervous about that first date!

The first date was at this Mexican place she wanted to go to. We got a little tipsy off some margaritas and just talked for hours, eventually losing track of time. The manager of the restaurant actually tapped me on the shoulder and told me they were closing in 20 minutes. But that’s how it should be- 5 hours felt like 5 minutes with her, and I enjoyed it very much! That first date was two and a half years ago, and everything was great in the relationship department from there on.

I felt very content and happy with my relationship with Chloe, and bought a ring, planning to propose to her on this trip, under the guise of it just being a little weekend getaway.

The hotel we were staying at was about 6 and a half hours away, so it was a manageable distance. The two of us got ready that morning and got in some comfy clothes for the car ride. She was wearing her purple pullover hoodie, some black sweats, and her go-to black and white checkered Vans. Even though she was in those baggy, comfy clothes, she still looked cute as always.

I agreed to do the driving there. I was a little tired however! I had to stay at work late the night before because a pain in the ass guest absolutely trashed a room and we had to fix all sorts of stuff. Just an FYI before we continue- if you’re unhappy with your room assignment at a hotel, just leave a bad review or something. Don’t trash the room. Someone has to fix that!

Even though I was tired from my overtime the night before, I decided to do the driving in my car. At first, we were making good time. But around the trip’s halfway point, we started to hit some traffic on the interstate. Chloe and I decided to get off at the next exit and grab a bite to eat, hit the bathroom, and gas up, hoping traffic would dissipate in a little while. We ultimately grabbed breakfast at a small diner, hit the bathroom, and went to the gas station next door to refuel. While I was pumping gas, I was yawning and felt a little tired. Chloe looked up at me and said “hey babe, why don’t I do the driving? You had a long night, you deserve a nap.” She was always sweet like that, but I replied “oh it’s ok hun, I can make it there. I’ll just crash and burn tonight when we get to the room.” Chloe then hopped over from the passenger seat and over to the driver’s seat. “too late mister! Go take a nap!” She said playfully. I laughed a little and told her “hey, I appreciate it. But you don’t have to drive.” Chloe then said “just take a nap babe! I pinky promise I’ll get us there alive.” I ultimately capitulated and thought “yeah, ya know, a nap sounds good!”

After I finished gassing up and paying an arm and a leg, I hopped in the passenger seat, get under Chloe’s baby Yoda blanket, and reclined the seat back. Once we got back on the interstate, all it took was a little highway hypnosis to knock me out. The next thing I remember is totally different. I hear Chloe scream, I heard the brakes screech, and I was thrown forward a bit, waking me right up from my nap. A large 18 wheeler truck had cut us off while changing lanes. Chloe didn’t have much time to react, and she slammed into the back bumper of the truck at a high rate of speed. I felt the lap portion of the seatbelt tighten up over my belly, feeling a tremendous amount of pressure and pain over my abdomen. My head whipped around a bit, making me feel dizzy for a few seconds. Once I regained my mental faculties, I looked over at the passenger seat to see how Chloe was doing.

Chloe was crying hysterically, and had a few cuts and scrapes on her face. I grab her right hand and ask “hey hun, you ok? What happened?” Chloe continued crying hysterically and hyperventilating a bit. “its ok baby, calm down. It’s gonna be ok!” I tell her, trying to be reassuring. “the truck… it cut me off. I didn’t have time!” she cried out to me. “he didn’t signal! I didn’t know babe, I’m sorry!” she continued, tears streaming down her face. “chloe, hun, I’m not mad at you. Are you ok?” I tell her, squeezing her hand, trying to be reassuring. “my chest… my chest hit the steering wheel!” she cried and moaned. She went on to tell me her chest hit the steering wheel hard, then was thrown back half a second later when the airbag deployed. “I got ya baby girl. Does your chest hurt?” I asked her, concerned. “yes… it hurts when I breathe… something doesn’t feel right…” she cried out, shaking her head. “alright. I’m sure help is on the way. We’re gonna be ok. We’re gonna get through this, ok?” I tell her, making eye contact with her. She nodded at me a few times, still crying and hyperventilating.

We were pinned in my car and the doors wouldn’t open. Chloe was pulling on the door handle repeatedly while crying “I don’t wanna die in here.” I placed my hand over hers and told her “nobody’s dying Chloe. We’re gonna get out of this.” She held my hand tight and said “Kenny, I’m so scared….”

I could hear sirens off in the distance, but it appeared our accident created another traffic jam. Minutes went by and it didn’t sound like the sirens were getting any closer. I’m guessing the emergency vehicles had trouble getting through the traffic jam. Several more minutes went by, which felt like hours to the two of us. “is anybody coming for us?!” Chloe shouted. “they’re coming babe. Everything’s gonna be ok!” I tell her, trying to console her again.

Finally, we see a female police officer approach the vehicle on the driver’s side. Chloe taps on the window “HEY! HELP US!”, she shouted. The officer approached the vehicle and got on her radio “hey, I have 2 occupants in vehicle 1. Female restrained driver, male restrained passenger. Both awake and alert. Gonna need the jaws of life. Driver’s side door is crunched up.” “10-4, ambo and fire are almost there.” A male voice on the radio said in response. “see Chloe, they’re here. We’re gonna be ok.” I tell her, feeling a bit relieved help was beginning to arrive.

In the next couple of minutes, more and more emergency vehicles and personnel started to surround us. The fire department began setting up their equipment, and started the extraction process within a few minutes. A loud, mechanical crunching sound surrounded Chloe and I. I could barely hear myself think, but I still had a sense of relief since the first responders were there.

Finally, the door was ripped off, and a few medics ran over to Chloe and began tending to her. They placed a c collar on her, got her on a backboard, and brought her over to a nearby ambulance to begin examining her. A second set of medics did the exact same thing with me. While being pulled out of the vehicle, I could see the medics cutting off Chloe’s purple hoodie, placing EKG leads on her chest, setting up some IVs, and making more of a commotion over her than me. “Chloe?! You ok hun?!” I shouted over, to which I received no response. “hey buddy, stay calm for us. Your girlfriend is in good hands, alright?” a medic told me in a calm tone. They did the same thing with me. They took my shirt off and started setting up a wide range of equipment. “large bruise upper left quadrant. Vitals stable, but they may wanna take a look at that in the ED.” I overheard my medic say to their partner. They shined a pen light in my eye shortly after. “pupils are reactive, but slight delay. Might be a concussion. Let’s get him prepped for transport. The two of them are getting taken to County.” I overheard my medics say.

A little bit of this, a little bit of that, and the ambulance doors slammed shut, and I was on my way. The whole way over, all I could think about was Chloe. She was absolutely terrified, and I just wanted her to be ok. If there was anything serious going on, I would’ve rather it happened to me than her. I looked out the back windows of the ambulance and saw another ambulance right behind us- I knew it was hers. “Please… I hope she’s ok in there.” I thought to myself, watching her ambulance speed down the highway along with mine. I was a nervous wreck on Chloe’s behalf for the rest of the ambulance ride, but I was personally doing ok all things considered.

I remember the ambulance pulling into the hospital’s entrance and pulling towards an entry door. The ambulance came to a stop, and back doors popped open. I could see two sets of people wearing yellow trauma gowns, one group by my ambulance and the other group over near Chloe’s ambulance as it pulled in. “26 year old male, restrained passenger, high speed mvc. Upper left quadrant bruising with guarding and rigidity, possible concussion. Vitals stable. Set up an IV, only gave him a little NS. Refused pain meds.” My medic told my group of people in yellow trauma gowns. I heard a female voice say “thank you, get him to trauma one. The girl in trauma two. Let’s go everyone.”

I was wheeled into the hospital, brought into a trauma room, and moved onto a table. They sat me in an upright position on the table since I was relatively stable and began asking me questions. While I was being asked questions, I heard Chloe crying while being wheeled into the exam room right next to me. “female, 24, restrained driver high speed mvc. Patient is tachy, hypotensive, diminished breath sounds on the left side, muffled heart sounds. Started fluid resuscitation and gave pain meds.” A medic told the group of yellow gowned individuals in the next room. “alright. Transfer her on my count. One… two… THREE!” one of the doctors said, while the whole team moved her onto a table, underneath a large over head light. “chloe? Is that you?!” I shouted, trying to get her attention. “kenny?! It’s me! Is that you Kenny?!” I heard Chloe say. She was on the table in a c-collar and head stabilizer, stripped down to her black sports bra and matching underwear. Her complexion had faded a bit, becoming a few shades paler, and I could see some redness and bruising on her chest, probably from where her chest hit the steering wheel.

“Sir? Look at us, ok? We’ve got some questions for ya!” A nurse said to me. I paused for a second and looked back over, replying “yeah… yeah, of course.” The nurse was holding a clipboard, then asked me “ok! Do you have any drug allergies?” I replied “yeah, just penicillin. It gave hives this one time when I was a kid…” The nurse jotted some stuff down. “ok… do you have any prior medical history? Any history of surgeries?” she asked me. “oh no, nothing I can think of. Never had surgery either.” I replied. She jotted some more stuff down on her clip board, then continued her questions. “can you tell me where it hurts for me?” she continued. “my belly. Over where the seatbelt tightened up. I’m a little dizzy too, but that’s it.” I said to her. “ok, abdominal pain…” the nurse repeated back, thinking out loud. While that was going on, I heard a blood curdling yelp come from next door- a sound I never heard from Chloe before, and one that I’ll always remember. “chest tube’s in, vitals still dropping.” I heard a voice say in Chloe’s room. “what was that? Is she ok?!” I shouted, popping up a bit, trying to get a better view of the room Chloe was in. “whoa whoa whoa, sit back and relax mister. We have to focus on you.” Another nurse said, gently forcing me back into my previous position. I could hear Chloe cry next door. “please… I don’t wanna die…” I heard her cry out, practically begging the doctors and nurses in her room.

While the team in Chloe’s room was running around like chickens with their heads cut off, my team was doing things at a more relaxed pace. The nurses were setting up an ultrasound machine to take a look at what was going on in my belly from the seatbelt injury. While that was going on, I asked “is Chloe gonna be ok? Can someone tell me what’s going on?” One of the nurses replied “we’ll let you know a little later. We assure you, the best doctors in the hospital are taking care of her.” I didn’t have much of a response. They didn’t want to tell me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I was very nervous about how she was doing. Everyone seemed more concerned about her than they did with me, so I knew it had to be something more serious.

I heard plenty of commotion next door over the next couple minutes. While that was going on, my ER team squirted cool, conductive ultrasound gel on my belly. An ultrasound wand was put on my belly and spread the gel around a bit. Then the wand was moved over the area that was bothering me most. I winced in pain, feeling a lot of tenderness while the wand was over the affected area. “splenic lac, but minimal blood loss. His vitals are stable, let’s get a surgical consult and see what they say about this.” One of my doctors said. Just after they said that, I heard “vitals still dropping. Get me an intubation tray! 7.0 ET and a laryngoscope!” At that point, I didn’t hear Chloe crying, moaning, or talking anymore. I looked over and saw Chloe asleep on the table while they were maneuvering a plastic breathing tube down her throat. “trachea might be deviated Cricoid pressure please.” A voice shouted. I saw one person place a few fingers on the front of my girl’s neck, while the breathing tube was finally placed properly. The tube was held in place with some tape, and a light blue ambu bag was attached. “Alrighty, breath sounds present.” One of the nurses next door said, with a stethoscope up against Chloe’s bare chest.

Suddenly, Chloe’s breathing tube became clogged up with a large amount of blood. The heart monitors started chirping and beeping loudly. “suction!” I heard a nurse shout. “no pulse, starting compressions!” another nurse said. One nurse was suctioning out Chloe’s breathing tube while another started delivered deep, violent chest compressions. Chloe’s petite, skinny chest caved in and her belly bounced out from the residual force of the compressions. Her head bobbed and lolled while they tried to suction out the blood from her breathing tube, creating a moving target. A liquidy, slurping sound was heard while the nurse pumped away at my baby girl’s chest. “oh god… come on Chloe…” I thought to myself while watching. “meds are in!” one nurse said after injecting something into Chloe’s IV.

Chloe’s breathing tube was cleared of blood and the ET tube was reattached. But I could see that her pearly white teeth were now stained red with blood. “charging to 250.” A doctor shouted, while an electrical whirring sound was heard. The defibrillator paddles were then pressed up against Chloe’s chest, and a shock was delivered. I watched in horror as my girlfriend’s body jolted so violently on the table next door. “no change, resuming compressions.” A nurse replied, who started pumping her chest a second later. The defib paddles were charged to 300 joules this time, pressed up against her chest, and the next shock was delivered. The same violent, thrashing motion was seen, but Chloe’s eyes opened slightly. But her eyes were completely dull and lifeless, staring up above at the ceiling. Her eyes remained open from then on out. When the resumed CPR, I saw her head bobbing again, with her eyes half open eyes blankly staring off. The next shock took place shortly after a cycle of chest compressions. This time, I saw her feet kick up on the other end of the table and slam back down. When her feet slammed back down, I could see all the deep, soft, silky, prominent wrinkles that permeated the soles of her tiny size 5 feet. I lucked out in that department- Chloe had pretty feet and could’ve made a gazillion dollars on only fans with her cute wrinkly soles if she ever wanted to.

After the third shock, I heard a doctor shout “ok. Get me a thoracotomy tray !” A what? A thoracotomy? What’s that? What’re they gonna do to my girl?!, I thought to myself, my mind beginning to race. Let me tell you, you definitely don’t want to see your girlfriend get a thoracotomy done on them. They made a big cut in her chest. It started at her sternum, they extended it across the left side of her chest, underneath her left nipple, and all the way out near her left armpit. They then cut apart the tissue and fat below her skin. Then they placed a big metal thing inside the cut, and started turning some knobs. I heard a loud cracking and popping sound, and saw her chest become more and more open. After turning those knobs a couple more times, I could see Chloe’s heart in plain sight. But it wasn’t beating, it looked more like it was kind of twitching or fidgeting. The doctors and nurses placed a few things in Chloe’s chest, and then I started to see blood come out of the big cut in her chest, which pooled on the right side of her chest and dripped down to her belly a little. “jesus… what a mess… suction please!” I heard a doctor say. I don’t know what they were looking at, but they didn’t like what they saw. I heard some commotion over the next minute or two, but I’m not sure what that they were doing. All I heard was something about internal compressions.

“Ok, charge the internal paddles to 20.” I heard the doctor say. I heard the same electric whirring sound as the defibrillator paddles, but these defibrillator paddles looked differed. They were these long, skinny things that looked kind of like a giant serving spoon. The placed the spoon part of the paddles around each side of Chloe’s twitching, fidgeting heart, and they delivered a shock. This shock sounded differed. It had a dull, wet, muffled type of sound. I saw Chloe’s torso twitch around in response. “no pulse, v-fib on the monitors.” I heard a voice say after that shock. The large spoon looking objects were recharged to a higher intensity, placed back into her exposed chest cavity, and another shock was delivered. I heard that same dull, wet ka-thunk like with the first one. On the other end of the table, I saw Chloe’s toes curl, showing of her fresh, jet black nail polish and her wrinkly soles that I droned on about earlier.

After I see them reach back into her chest and do who knows what, I’m interrupted by the surgeon who was summoned by my team earlier. The surgeon took a look at my ultrasound, and even though my spleen injury was relatively stable, the surgeon felt the best move was to remove it. The reason is that the injury could potentially get worse without treatment, and they’d have to remove it anyway at that point. I then agree to do surgery, they make me sign a paper, and I can hear my team making calls to the operating room in regards to my upcoming surgery. My team was injecting some stuff in my IV, going over my vital signs, and trying to coordinate with the operating room. After a few minutes of commotion, I’m finally able to look back over at Chloe and see what’s going on.

I heard another dull, wet, KATHUMP, followed by a droning high pitched sound. “that’s it, she’s gone. Time of death, 11:57am.” Wait, what?! Did I just hear what I thought I heard?! “hey, what happened?! Is Chloe ok?!” I shout to my ER team as they start wheeling me out of the ER room and over to an elevator. I start getting ready eyed, with a lump in my throat: “did Chloe die?!” I asked, almost pleading with the doctors and nurses to tell me something. I saw them look at each other, not sure of what to say. “we’re not sure, you’ll find out after your surgery.” I was told. I kept bugging my doctors and nurses to tell me anything they could, and they wouldn’t. Eventually, it was time for my surgery, and that was that.

I woke up several hours later in the room I’m in now. My belly with all sorts of stitches and staples in it- I could probably set off a metal detector with all these metal staples. I felt a little groggy, my mouth was dry, and I was terribly thirsty. I felt a little sore, but it was certainly tolerable. A little while after I awoke, a doctor came in my room. It was a familiar face- one of the yellow gowned individuals in Chloe’s room. “hey! You worked on Chloe! What happened?!” I asked anxiously. The woman sighed, looked down at the floor for a second and grabbed a seat in the room. “so Chloe was hurt very bad in that accident. She had a collapsed lung, and one of her ribs broke off and sliced into her heart…” they told me. “oh jeez. What happened after they took me away? Is she dead?!” I asked, teary eyed. The doctor paused, then said “these type of injuries are usually quite severe. This caused Chloe’s heart to stop beating. We did cpr, we opened her chest, and did everything we could, but her heart just wouldn’t restart for us. I’m sorry, but she passed away in our ER.” I was shocked. I was completely consumed with all sorts of emotions I never felt before, and hope I never feel again. I let out a wail, and began crying like a little baby. What was supposed to be the best day of my life turned into the worst day of my life. I was hoping to propose to Chloe, and now I find out she’s dead. I also began to feel guilty. “Why did I have to plan this stupid trip?!” “why couldn’t I drive the rest of the way?!” “we should’ve waited a little longer at the gas station!” were some of the thoughts consuming my mind.

I don’t know the end result of all this yet. I’m still gonna be in the hospital a few more days myself. I know the ER people reached out to both my family and Chloe’s family, but I have no clue when anyone’s gonna get here. Regardless of what’s to come, I’m glad you all listened and let me ramble a bit and talk this over. I hope you’re all having a much better day than me.

[multiwriterrx]

- Buddie x y/n -

Knock! Knock! Knock! Damn them boys; will there ever be a day they will remember their keys? “What will it take for a girl to have a day relaxing while her men work!?” I walked to the door and what was on the other side of that has never made me wish so much that they were there after forgetting their keys. Usually they’d be greeting me with a sorry look on their faces, looking like sad puppies with doughnuts after they had rerouted their journey to get me a coffee and a muffin after realising they had no keys.

“Athena? Hi! What can I do for you? Come in? Coffees just been brewed” I returned her smile, admittedly weaker than usual. A sinking feeling filled my stomach as I read her face, she was in uniform knocking at my door in the middle of the afternoon. That could only mean one thing… “Where are they? What’s happened? Athena where is Evan and Eddie?” I knew in my heart something had happened to my boys, which one, and how I didn’t know but something felt wrong. “Sweetheart, there’s been an accident… It's Eddie.” I felt hot tears roll down my face. I couldn’t lose him or Evan; they were my best friends.

A drive that takes 20 minutes from the home I shared with my lovers felt like 20 hours. It felt like such a blur, running as fast as I could down the corridor that felt like it was never ending… I was greeted by the whole 118 family outside my partners room; my eyes laying on one half of my heart as I ran straight to buck. It felt as if the well had opened as I breathed in his scents while my body shook with sobs “I got you, I got you baby girl” I felt hot tears fall on my hair as Evan sobbed with me. Time seemed to slip by as hours went by with us sitting in the waiting room. My mind wandered back to the early times in our relationship, I hadn’t even been looking for love; I was just in a bar drinking after having an horrendous shift. The boys were out together, we spent the night exchanging looks. Specifically me looking between them both. Both equally attractive with smiles that could melt even the coldest of hearts. The night continued with them somehow joining me, talking like we had known each other all of our lives. The rest was history, four years have gone by and I count my lucky stars for my boys every single day for their pure wonderful hearts, for how they make me laugh till I cry, for how they’ll run a thousand miles for me, no matter what the time is, day or night, rain, snow or sunshine my boys always find a way to get back to me. I hadn’t realised I was crying until I felt thumbs wiping my tears “baby girl… no tears, come on… our boys gonna pull through, he will… he won’t leave us; he can’t leave us.” I rested my head on Buck's shoulder as I wrapped his coat around me, the coat that once belonged to Eddie.

16 hours, 31 minutes had passed by, the most agonising time of any of our lives. Tears, laughs, smiles, sadness, hurt and so much more was shared between us all. A room filled with so many special moments even if the circumstances were terrifying. “Eddie Diaz?” I don’t think me or Evan have ever stood so fast in our lives, any of us for that matter. The nurse shared a warm smile in our direction and I watched Evan let out a breath. I don't think he even knew he was holding. “The patient is awake.. asking for a buck and their girl? I’m not sure if he’s still delirious with the buck part. More tears fell as my knees buckled “he’s gonna be okay” I felt one of my partners arms hold me tightly as the nurse nodded.

We both walked over to the room where we’ve been back and forth watching for what feels like a lifetime. Evan pushed open the door seeing our boy on the bed, wires and machines beeping but nevertheless he was alive. His smile that I loved so much was there. I watched him move his oxygen mask as he looked between us. His strong accent is clear with a mix of his morning voice in the haze of surgery and not using his voice “come here you two.” We did, we went to our boy faster than lightning could, both awkwardly fitting on the bed with him as he wrapped his arms around us. “Hey hey, you two I’m okay… I’m here I promise.” I found myself breathing in his scent more than ever before as Evan sobbed. “I should have done more.” I watched Eddie struggle to sit up as he lifted Evan’s chin. “You did everything you could, you did the CPR, you pulled me out of the firing line. And more importantly you two; you two were my reason. You both always are my reasons and I'll do everything I can every single time no matter what to come home to you both.”

Two weeks in the hospital with the world's worst patient and I have never felt more relief to be watching my men walk through the doors of our home. I couldn’t wait for him to go back to work. But then again, I could. It was nice at the thought of having my boys being home. Evan had taken time off work to lessen the load off of me. I watched on as Evan got Eddie to sit down, planting a kiss on his head. “C’mere.” My boys seemed to know when I was in my own world, I instantly made my way over to the space in the middle of them both, as they both started kissing my face. “Wounds heal, tears dry. We’ll move through this safely and we’ll be fine. I promise you.” And they were right. If they believed it then so did I. We worked through everything together, always had and always will.

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#911 abc #buckley diaz family #buck x eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #x yn

[beforeastorm]

Fic Stats!

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words. H/t to @the-amber-raven I saw them do it and got inspired.

If you do want to check them out, potential triggers are tagged on AO3 and/or are in the author’s notes!

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1. Most hits: No surprise here - Break Glass in Case of Emergency AKA a weirdly prescient spec fic for 9-1-1 s6ep11.

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie | Word Count: 2,984

Brief description: Eddie’s mind wandered to the red folder, tucked high up in the back of his closet. He recalled back to a conversation he had with Buck, almost a year ago at this point:

“It’s an insurance policy; a break glass in case of emergency. A trump card.”

“One I really hope we’ll never have to use.”

“But if we have to, we’ll be really glad we did this.”

When hospital policy doesn't allow Chris, as an unrelated minor, to visit a comatose post-lightning strike Buck in the ICU, Eddie has a solution. Unfortunately, that involves sharing some pretty personal information in a waiting room filled with the 118.

2. Second most kudos: Again, expected - Mayday Mayday Mayday: Firefighter Down AKA outsider POV/reactions for the lightning strike.

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Gen/pre-Buddie | Word Count: 7,748

Brief description: A mayday call, much like a stone cast into a pond, sends out ripples in all directions. Those closest to the epicenter feel the greatest turbulence, while those farthest away may only feel the slightest tremor. These are the ripples from “Mayday mayday mayday, this is Captain Nash, 118, we have a firefighter down at MacArthur Park Apartment Fire. We need an additional Task Force and Rescue immediately.”

AKA Trauma has a splash zone, and when you’re Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley getting hit by lightning, it’s a pretty big one. A look at what various 9-1-1 characters were doing when they learned what happened, and how they responded.

3. Third most comments: At first, I was surprised, but then I remembered that everyone told me how much this fic hurt them (/affectionate). It’s Quiet Uptown AKA the Hamilton songfic where Chris doesn’t survive the Tsunami.

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie | Word Count: 3,253

Brief description:

There are moments that the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can And push away the unimaginable The moments when you’re in so deep It feels easier to just swim down So Buck and Eddie move uptown And learn to live with the unimaginable

OR: Chris doesn’t survive the Tsunami – eighteen-ish vignettes on grief and loss as mediated through Hamilton’s “It’s Quiet Uptown.”

This should be obvious based on the description, but warning for major character death.

4. Fourth most bookmarks: Conveniently, it’s the same whether using stats or works page. PANIK(kar)! AT THE (buddie)DISCO aka the silly little Budvi throuple fic.

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie, Budvi (Buck/Eddie/Ravi) | Word Count: 2,216

Brief description: "Hen would know. She probably should have waited and cooled off before confronting them because her own history of being unfaithful to Karen had bubbled to the surface and she could only see red. She had shoved a squawking Chimney into her car and drove only semi-recklessly to Eddie’s house. Well, Buck-and-Eddie’s-soon-to-be-just-Eddie’s house. Her plan was simple: if Eddie answered the door, rat Buck out, door dash a shit ton of ice cream, and let Chim sic Maddie on Buck. If Buck answered the door? Verbally beat Buck senseless until Chim shipped him off to Maddie’s to get another talking to, then find Eddie and door dash a shit ton of ice cream."

Hen sees Buck and Ravi share an intimate moment in the locker room. Buck, who was dating Eddie Diaz. She and Chimney go to confront Buck/console Eddie, but quickly discover there's more to the Buck/Eddie/Ravi relationship than meets the eye.

5. Fifth most words: Break Glass in Case of Emergency again.

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie | Word Count: 2,898

Brief description: See #1.

Least amount of words: So it’s technically PANIK(kar)! AT THE (buddie)DISCO but I don’t want to end this with 2 repeats so I’m going to bend the rules and do the least amount of words (not yet featured): Confessions in the Rain AKA me trying to fix that wild cemetery scene.

Fandom: 9-1-1 | Pairing: Buddie | Word Count: 3,106

Brief description: “I had 12 hours to come up with a speech, and 12 hours to mull over advice I’ve gotten from like four dying old people - how whack IS that, anyway - but” and even though Eddie wasn’t looking at him, he caught the motion of Buck flinging his arms outward, “I don’t have a speech. I just have me, and I have so much love for you and Chris, I think it might actually be the thing that finally kills me. And if you want, you can have me too.”

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Eddie considers a move to Texas during a visit to his parents and drinks coffee. Buck drives for 25 hours, speed runs life advice from four dead old people, and confesses his love. Chris mostly rolls his eyes at his dads.

#9 1 1 #buddie #9 1 1 fic #9 1 1 fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3

[lover-of-mine]

"I do think the show kinda wrote themselves into a corner with them and I can go on a whole separate rant about that" can you elaborate on that?

tldr: the stakes are too high now so it's easier to keep playing with the tension than resolving it.

Okay, so, I do joke they had a plan when they casted Ryan, but I actually do think they were just playing with the chemistry between Oliver and Ryan up until the moment they decided to retcon the well to make the will a thing. I do think both Ryan and Oliver like to play with their chemistry too, I don't act but I'm guessing it is fun to play with what you can do with another actor you have the type of chemistry they have, but when you look at season 2 and most of season 3 as a whole, ignoring a few moments we like to hang on to, they are two friends who really trust each other. Season 3 does up the stakes, but it was early enough they could swing it either way even more with the way they are not as close as they could be during most of season 4, a lot of things about the 2 of them are left implied, and it makes sense considering both of them had explicit love interests that season.

But the shooting and consequences are a real turning point for the way they are being portrayed, its less unintentional, less reliant on the chemistry between the two of them, it's more on purpose, the way the shooting scene was filmed and framed, the choice of words, the slow-mo of them standing there, the impression they give you that they have their eyes locked across the pavement, Buck saving Eddie alone, having Eddie ask Buck is he's hurt, Buck saying "I need you to hang on", the way Buck steps up with Chris without knowing about the will, the way we find out about the will, the choice to have that be something Eddie has been hiding for over a year, creates something on purpose with the two of them that actually allows them to play with putting buddie in season 2 and 3 in a different light, it implies a level of planning when you look at the whole show. Season 5 we have them talking more on screen, we have Eddie basically asking for permission to break up with Ana, the wording in that scene also feels really on purpose to make you look for hidden meanings if it ever came to it. And there are things like Mitchell clocking that hurting Eddie is more effective in controlling Buck that's also something you can come back to and repurpose later. There's the choice to have Buck being the person who actually gets through to Eddie with making him feel comfortable in his own life again, and having Buck being the person Eddie opens up about his trauma to begin with. And then we have literally everything about season 6. Season 6 actually allows me to change the perception of the whole show and write a 4k words rant about how Eddie has been in love with Buck since season 3, because they make a very conscious effort to paint Buck, Eddie, and Christopher as a family unity, the dinner on the premier, Buck baking cookies for Chris to take to school, the 3 of them hanging out on the loft while Chris does his homework. And everything about Buck's death and the episodes following, Eddie mirroring Buck during the shooting after the lightning, Eddie acting like a grieving partner, Chris being the person who makes Eddie go and see Buck, Buck knowing he can run to Eddie's when he's overwhelmed, whatever the fuck was mixed feelings.

But since now they can very easily add context to previous seasons to make them seem planned even if they weren't, there's a whole new level of expectations about them together. Because it makes it look like the people who have been shipping them since season 2 are right, so right now the showrunners have the chance to make what could objectively be one of the best slowburns in television history and add the fact that it's a queer relationship and they have the chance to do something that will make the show go down in romance history in a way. But realistically speaking, it's hard for them to make that relationship a reality. We have 7 main characters, we see 4 of them get together, so we are invested in them, we have Karen being introduced to us when Hen screws up, which makes us sympathize with Karen so we are invested in henren even if Karen mostly exists to be Hen's wife, and we have the other two being heavily shipped together since the beginning. But the thing with Bobby and Athena and Chim and Maddie is that they don't work together, so they don't have to acknowledge bathena and madney every episode, because if we are not seeing them together there's no real expectation for the episode to do something to remind us they are together. That won't work with buddie. Considering the way they are partnered in the field most of the time and they are on the same shift and how high the expectations around them are because of the way their friendship was constructed, they would have to find a way to make the relationship known every episode. And let's face it, most television shows really struggle with keeping slowburns together after the buildup, and the buildup with buddie is high, because they get used to working the tension and once the tension is resolved they drop the ball so we end up with unnecessary conflicts and breakups that make no sense just to add tension back in so the relationship will be interesting for them to write. And we joke that Eddie baby trapped Buck and that they act like an old married couple, but they literally already have a canon legal document tying them together, they very explicitly co-parent Chris, they are very clearly comfortable in each other's spaces, so that makes the usual tricks to keep slowburns interesting won't work, because honestly, I think that even a friends to married thing with them isn't that farfetched. Raise the tension enough in the lead-up to getting them together and they could have them flying to vegas to get married and most people just accepting it. But that's not good for their storytelling because 911 is not the buddie show and there is all this expectation that could end up with them deciding that writing them as an established couple is more complicated to deal with than just leaving them simmering forever.

Because the thing is, one good push and you get them together, they can trip them into a relationship at any time, really, just sit them down and let them talk about their feelings and accidentally confess to something, or turn up the flirty banter they have while they're alone and let them trip into each other, put any of them in danger and have the other snapping, like literally any of the hundred contexts we have of getting together fics about them would work at this point, but the issue is not getting them together is keeping them together in a satisfying way.

#i hope this makes sense oaksoaksaoksaok #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌 #911 #does this count as #911 meta #? #aospalspalsplas #buddie thoughts