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The kids! Here’s a list of them and their parents by row

Maria Ribeiro - Dashawn and Thiago

Shea Cruz - Alab and Jamila

Irene Vasiliev - Rosalie and Nikolai

Melati Tujang - Indah and Alicia

October Zhao - Liling and Quinn

Wren Briggs - Marley and Eduardo

Owen Liam - Fayola and Adanna

Jamie Soto - Seungho and Mateo

Sylvie Garcia - John and Bailey

Halley Raymond - Albert and Ally

Castor Raymond - Albert and Ally

Naomi Cecil - Ezra and William

Ethan Hayashi - Kiryomi and Melodie

Anika Sharma - Amethyst and Prasiddhi

Ana Calimeris - Elizabeth and Veronica

Leo Rahimi - Miguel and Reza

below is a brief description of each character: (to be added)

Maria (She/Her) is a very ambitious and passionate artist. Her chosen media is painting, whether in liquid or spray form. She aspires to paint murals all over her city someday. Maria also has a pet praying mantis she named Rocket. She’s also bisexual.

Shea (He/Him) is more quiet. He’s very by the rules at some points and tries to be polite. He enjoyed doing Scouts and often tries to apply those skills to conversation. Shea also loves to help his mom bake. He has a rat named Strudel (which his parents adopted.) He is asexual but heteroromantic

Irene (She/They) is a very loud and brass person at times. She and Maria’s personalities just amplify each other. The two had been best friends since elementary. They are the kind of person who’d immediately yell at and fight anyone that you say was mean, even with not knowing them. She enjoys dancing. Irene is a demisexual demigirl.

Melati (she/her) is a kind girl with strange interests. She adores the dark and mysterious and writes stories about it. Once you ask her about it, she’ll never stop. Melati hopes to write popular best sellers of her ideas someday. She always is practicing her knowing smile to prepare for that photo. Melati is a lesbian.

October (he/him) is very introverted. He doesn’t really talk to a lot of people but he’s respectful. A lot of people are put off by his very distant attitude but if you warm up to him, you find he’s really caring. He is generally aroace. October enjoys walking around more by hiking and going trapshooting with the school’s team.

Wren (They/Them) is a wildcard. Generally impulsively doing things that are either a threat to themself or to others (like trying to pet a raccoon.) hence the various bandages. They love to do track and took up a hobby of woodworking. They have a cat named Misa and love her so much. Wren is nonbinary and pansexual.

Owen (He/Him) is the calmest out of his friend group between him, Wren, Sylvia, and Jamie, which is sort of like being the tallest dwarf. Usually being the empathetic one to listen and to tell everyone to shut up so Sylvia can speak. Owen enjoys 2000s movies and drafting up designs of all sorts. He’s also a connoisseur of gum. Owen is gay.

Sylvia (She/Her) is very.. non-talkative. She really can. Everyone’s heard her a few times. It’s just that she has moments of not wanting to talk. Her parents had issues growing up and didn’t want her to feel like her wants didn’t matter, so they told her she didn’t ever have to talk if she didn’t want to. Sylvia took this to heart. She spends more time writing poetry and ice skating than talking. Her parents are also friends with Maria and Irene’s parents so sometimes they’ll have her come with. She is bi-curious. (Fun fact: Owen designed her hat)

Jamie (He/Him) is the last member of the friend group. He is fired up most of the time. Jamie has an affinity about baseball. When he’s not playing ball, he’s usually hanging out with the three of them, probably at a restaurant. Probably staring across the table for too long and- Anyway. Jamie is a raging bisexual but has a fem pref.

Halley (She/Her) is sarcastic. Always having to have the last word, she often finds herself fighting with Irene, though they just play it up for entertainment but nobody knows. She and her twin brother are actually new to town so they are trying to settle in. Halley loves astrology partially because it bothers her dad to no end, but she also actually loves learning about astronomy and physics. Halley has a ferret named Dynamite. Halley is unlabeled as of now, so she just tells people she’s straight when they ask.

Castor (He/They) is very much opposite to his sister’s flaming personality. When she’s riling up a crowd, they often just standing by to walk her away and back to class before a teacher gets involved. He loves inventing and experimenting, having a bunch of machinery in his room from his mom’s job. Castor often finds themself a nervous wreck, even more so after realizing he has a crush on their neighbor in the apartment complex he lives in. Castor is bisexual with a masc pref.

Naomi (She/Her) is an upbeat and optimistic ray of sunshine. She enjoys playing her drums and decorating her prosthetic leg with stickers. With one of her parents’ streaming careers helping fund pay for it, she was ecstatic about it. Naomi is part of a band with two other people, Ana and Leo. They’re called Absent July Delta. Naomi is pansexual.

Ethan (He/Him) focuses more about the other people around him than himself. He is often afraid to share his interests, but he’s a huge fan of filmmaking and programming. Ethan is working on a series that he, Melati, and Shea are all in. He’d love to invite Wren to work on it too, he just can’t muster up to ask though. Ethan is demisexual.

Anika (She/He) is a gentle and listening person. She tries his best to help everyone and be there for people. After all, he’s trying to be a therapist in the future. Psychology is one of her biggest interests, alongside dying his hair different colors) Often, he will be sitting in a chair listening to people’s problems while finishing up crocheting. She finds it’s easier to listen while her hands are busy. He is aroace and transfem.

Ana (She/Her) is a “go with the flow” type person. She really finds that anything was meant to happen for a reason. She is the one usually bringing snacks for Leo and Naomi. She’s a guitarist fanatic. Always. Naomi’s family friend even offered to give her lessons. Ana has posters all over her room and was the first one to suggest starting a band. Ana is also Castor and Halley’s cousin, has a border collie named Ruthie, and wears bright green contacts for fun. She is asexual.

Leo (He/Him) finds it interesting to debate people. Doing good is something he’s always an advocate for. Leo cares about the environment and often signs up for roadside cleaning. He also does a lot of performing activities, like singing in the band, which Ana caught him doing once and dragged him into the idea, and doing competitive speech. After a lot of this, he often just curls up on his bed and takes a nap. He is straight as far as he knows.

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matan4il · 2 years

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OK I hope this ramble makes sense. If it doesn't just delete it lol. But do you think there is any deeper meaning into the fact we haven't seen Buck shirtless since S2 but we have seen Eddie multiple times. But the reason I noticed more is because to me it seemed like Eddie and Ana and Buck and Taylor were portrayed in 2 different lights.

Like Eddie and Anna were very chaste and boring. Every time we recently saw Eddie shirtless it was never even around Ana. Definitely no getting caught like Shannon and he did. Even though there was dysfunction there you could tell he was sexually attracted to her.

But Buck and Taylor were very sexy. The way they had him pick her up in the bathroom. We even saw them in bed but he was dressed the whole time. And Oliver loves him a thirst trap so we know he's not against it.

Maybe I just want to see Buck shirtless again and I am pouting. But I also feel like yes the writers and producers always knew these relationships had an expiration date and choose to portray them a certain way and are they waiting to give me a Buck shirtless shot to make it a moment.

I'm like you I don't dabble in reaching far because it's disappointing. But I would send cookies to the writers if they made it Eddie having his oohh moment because he looks over and sees Buck pulling his shirt off and we all get to experience it together. Bring shirtless Buck back for science!

Hi Nonnie! Rest assured, I never delete anything. I may not get a certain ask, or it might take me a moment to reply to it, but if I got an ask, I will respond! *hugs*

Hmmm. I might be wrong, but I think the show tried to imply both couples had (at least on the surface) good sex. The flirty moments Ana and Eddie had in both 408 and 501 implies that to me. Mind you, just because that's what's implied, doesn't mean it was so. I feel like it's been implied that both men just went through the motions in order to maintain their r/s, and for both it seemingly was a good sex life (the women didn't appear to have any complaints), though really, they were both miserable with their partners. But they think they need to deliver to keep the r/s going.

Regarding shirtless!Buck, I think we mostly saw him in s1 in relation to his initial promiscuous ways. Then, we also had one scene which required it, because Buck and Abby were about to have phone sex, and since they were regularly speaking on the phone in any case, the shirtlessness was necessary to establish that this was gonna be some sexy times talk. The last scene where we saw Buck shirtless (correct me if I'm forgetting something) was to imply he thought Abby was back in 201, but she wasn't. I do think since then, there was a need to differentiate him from promiscuous!Buck, as well as the fact that the only r/s he's been in since was the one with Taylor. Which yeah, they chose to show us from the get go, in 501, that it wasn't working quite how it should have. It is similar to Eddie, we've seen him shirtless more than once in s5, but never in a sexy context.

Another thing to consider is that while Oliver isn't shy about posting a thirst trap on social media, he might have become nervous over time about being filmed shirtless. It's much easier to take one pic, make sure you like how you look in it, post it, and know you can also delete it immediately, it's a different thing to be walking around for a while scene, and if Ryan is around and isn't shy, it might also be that they're cutting Oliver some slack.

No lie, I would sell a kidney not just to get shirtless Oliver back, but to specifically have a mirror scene for the intro one in 201, where Eddie was stripping down to the soundtrack of "Whatta Man". Can you imagine if that scene were reversed and Eddie would be the one visibly thirsting on screen while the background song spelled it out in no uncertain terms? I WOULD SELL MY KIDNEY I TELL YOU.

Thank you for this ask, and I hope you're having a fantastic day! And yes, that we somehow get shirtless Buck soon... ;) xoxox

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Chapter 2. Ivan Orlov

The sun filters through the white curtains and wakes her early the next morning, she silently notes how beautiful the dewy morn is before she stretches and gets up. She goes through the the motions of getting herself ready quickly before making her way to the dining room for breakfast. She joins The Captain and Gaz at the table they'd already been sitting at. They slide a plate of food and an earpiece towards her silently. The three of them speaking quietly to the other two who had ordered room service, getting the plan for that night organized.

"Ana, what's your plan? We know to keep a look out for you, but what will you be doing?" The Captain asks. She stares at him, momentarily stunned by the fact he referred to her as the name she'd been assigned for the mission. She hated the way it sounded coming from him. They hold eye contact for a few seconds too long before she looks back down at her almost-empty plate.

She pushes the rest of her eggs around her plate lazily. Persing her lips in thought for a moment before speaking. "It's the same as always. Walk in, look lonely at the bar, let him buy me a drink, sit there while he talks about himself, look pretty, let him take me wherever he wants, get what I need, kill them, leave before someone sees. Done."

"And if that doesn't go as planned?" Gaz asks gently. She smiles softly down at her place but it's hollow. She had hoped there would be at least one man here that didn't doubt her, but she guessed that wouldnt be happening

"Thank you, but I'm not really in the mood to be talked down to. I'll see you gentlemen later." She lays her napkin on her plate, and pushes back from the table. Her fingers grasp at the ear piece, pulling out and laying it silently on the table as she grabs her wallet and leaves. Normally, she would have some sort of phone with her but decided against it this time. There wasn't a need, she had no one to contact besides Kate anyways.

Getting back to her hotel room she starts getting ready. She lays out the building floorplans and other pieces of information she assumed she'd need.

Twisting around to turn on the shower before crouching down to the floor, unzipping her bag and pulling out the wig and other necessary makeup she'll need while she waits for the water to warm up. When she's done she strips of the clothes she has on and steps into the steaming water. She shaves; exfoliates, and moisturizes, humming a tune of a song she'd heard once in passing. Afterward she sprays herself lightly with an Arabian perfume. She then pulls on an emerald green satin gown, the thin straps twisting and she has to spend a few extra moments righting them. The strings cross over the open back of the dress elegantly, hugging her body in the right ways. Despite what she did, she loved part of her job. She loved dressing up and feeling pretty, granted, most of the time her outfits had to be trashed due to blood stains, she still loved it though.

She finishes her hair and makeup, settling for a high curled ponytail, the bangs of the platinum wig are also curled and styled to the side, it would hide half of her face, just how she liked. Her hair held together with her thin black throwing knives. They were her favorite ones to use after-all. She then slid on the matching elbow length gloves she'd been given. Elegant, but not too much. When she was finished she placed the small caps she'd made on her upper canines. When she inevitably bit him; the capsule will break and the liquid will seep into the puncture wounds, paralyzing him almost instantly, killing his heart slowly. When they did the autopsy it would only look like a heart attack. That is, if she could refrain from stabbing him first.

He's low on the list, admittedly. A stupid businessman who thought he could get away with things just because he ran the Bratva's coffee errands. To translate, he was at the bottom of the food chain. Scraps. As would the next few men. But she needed information and these were the poor fools that had it.

She exits her room quickly, the hall silent as she waits for the door to lock. With her wallet in hand, she takes the elevator to meet them in the lobby, finding that they're already there waiting for her. Trying to pretend that she doesn't notice them staring, instead choosing to admire the art hung up and displayed around the space.

She holds her wallet out to Ghost when she approaches him. His mask on as always, and the warpaint on his skin makes his blue eyes stand out, he eyes her for a moment before grasping it. His large gloved hand covers her own for a moment. Definitely ignoring how large and warm his hand was compared to hers, she turns to the others and allows them to lead her outside.

They walk out to the limousine together. Gaz opens the door for her and she touches his arm gently in thanks, climbing in and getting situated. The men climb in through the other available doors, their gear already laid out on the seats for them to put on. She can't stop the half-smile at the sight. A task-force of fully grown men gearing up in a limo was something that made her wish she had a camera so she could take a picture of it.

Shepherd wastes no time beginning. "Here is your identity for tonight. You are the niece of Thomas Arnold, stepping in for him tonight as he is currently on business, he's southern, from Louisiana. You have your invitation, right?"

"Yes." She answers sharply, refraining from lashing out. "And where is he really?" Grasping the papers from him.

"Just waking up on an island in Bali." She nods, inspecting the papers she's given. Twenty minutes later they pull up to the party. It's a large business building, covered in glass. The door slides open, loud shouting and city noises greet her as she inhales deeply. When she moves to get out a gloved hand reaches out, the leather cool against her bare upper arm as it stops her.

"Take one of these, lass." She blinks at the pet-name, refusing to acknowledge the presence in her stomach due to it. Her eyes glance from him to the small gadget in his hand, an earpiece. She the piece gently from him, curling it into her palm. She left the other one they'd given her at the hotel and a surge of gratitude fills her as she rolls it around gently in her palm.

Sliding out of the limo, she doesn't look back as the cameras begin to flash. Quickly understanding that she underestimated the severity of the party but she ignores them, no one would know who she was, they wouldn't be able to recognize her. Her hair was white now but tomorrow it will be different. She'd technically take on a new name and move onto the next person on her list. She walked into the building calmly. Chattering, glass clinking and laughter overstimulating her and she locates a bathroom quickly, finding an empty stall. She slips the earpiece in on the side that her bangs covered, adjusting it so it was just right, finding that the men were already talking.

"I bet you a score she flushes the ear piece down the pissa." The Captain jokes. She rolls her eyes, readjusting the garters under her dress before letting it fall back into its place.

"Well with the way you've been treating her Cap, I wouldn't be surprised." Gaz grumbles. She cant help her heart dropping to her stomach.

"She holds a mean grudge too, hate to see any of you added to her list all because you were a dick." Ghost adds quietly, she feels her head jerk back slightly. His assumptions were spot on and it made her stomach sink with unease.

"I thought she only added pedo's to her list?" Gaz's confusion is clear, even through a small device. Ghosts tsks, choosing not to reply. The bathroom was empty so she took that moment to say something.

"The translation of that would be, Fuck around and find out, Sergeant Garrick." She states simply. If they were smart, they'd keep to themselves. How Ghost knew so much about her, she didn't know and it made her uncomfortable. She inhales deeply and exhales the same. "Let's get this over with, gentlemen." Yanking open the bathroom door and strolling back into the busy party.

Scanning the large space, she spots her target almost immediately. Ivan Orlov stands to the far right of the bar, one arm leaning comfortably against it as he sips from a short glass. A brown drink could be many things, but it was most likely Scotch.

He's average looking, or maybe she looked at him with bias. With his dark black hair slicked back; he stands at six feet tall, surrounded by other men, she notes. His dark black suit looks good against his pale skin. Dark honey eyes scan the room slowly as he sips.

Making eye contact with him once, she then spots an empty seat at the bar and strides over to it, her posture perfect. Her skin prickles as she feels eyes all over on her. Taking her seat, she leans forward and orders her drink politely, giving the bartender her sweetest smile. The men talk in code in her ear and she ignores them as the bartender hands her the glass with a wink, she smiles into her drink as she sips it through the little straw.

"In position, boys." Soaps voice filters through the ear piece. Then she feels it, his presence.

"Why good evening, gorgeous. I don't believe I have had the pleasure to meet you." The thick Russian accent greeting her. She pretends to jump in her seat, holding her hand up to her chest and laughs.

"My apologies sir! You scared me!" She puts on a southern accent easily, Soaps soft grunt greets her and her smile becomes a bit more genuine. "Louisa Arnold! Stepping in for uncle Thomas."

"Yes! I love Thomas! Do tell him I wish him well." He shakes her hand, turning it in his palm and kissing the back of it softly, he looks at her through her lashes and she had to admit he was very charming. She could see why so many women fell for his tricks. "Let me buy your next drink darling," She shivers, pet names making her feel ill coming from men like him. "What'll you have?" He places a large, calloused hand on her shoulder, covering it almost completely. It was sweaty and she fights the urge to jerk her shoulder away.

She lets out a soft sigh, pouting her lips just a little. "Well right now it's a cocktail, I wanted whiskey but they're not serving it! Can you believe it?" She asks, leaning her body towards him, he glances once down at her chest before back to her eyes, his grin widening.

"Ah whiskey, my kind of girl." Ghost rumbles. She brings her drink to her lips to stop herself from blushing, finishing it with a few sips.

"Why, I can not! I can fix you up though." She giggles and embarrassingly enough it's only for one of the men who spoke. "Do you have a type of whiskey in mind darling? We can go up to my office, and have a quick drink if you'd like." A faint 'for fucks sake' channels through the earpiece. She'd have to thank them for the commentary later.

"Have any Scotch?" She asks with faux-bashfulness, fiddling with her now empty cocktail glass. She already knew the answer, but she waits for one anyway. She doesn't miss Soaps soft grunt in her ear or the Captains. Her smile spreads to a grin as Orlov holds out his hand in invitation, bringing her to her feet. She follows him out of the room quietly and to the elevator.

"We have no eyes on you in there, keep talking so we know you're okay." Soaps grunts. She lightly rolls her eyes, huffing quietly.

"So Mr.Orlov," She starts, twisting her body to face him. "Do you have any family?" She asks as he jabs the button calling for the elevator.

"God no," He laughs, throwing a dismissive wave her way. "I had a wife but we divorced for reasons. She always assumed I was unfaithful to her, always so bitter about the younger women who wanted my attention." She smiles innocently as her gut starts to sink at the same time. "I know you can probably understand, darling. I bet old hags are on you all the time because of how young you look. Why, you don't look a day older than eighteen." He's grinning at her like she's his dinner and her neck hair stands. She wanted to cringe, to sink one of her knives into his eye and leave him here. Instead she peers up at him through her eyelashes and giggles.

"Hmm I do get it a lot." Theres a small whine to her voice as she pouts at him. "But it's a good thing I'm legal." She's being coy once again, and she was careful not to slip up about her age.

"I don't have to fire the bartender for serving someone underage, do I?" His arm lays across her shoulders as they face the elevator doors.

"A girl never drinks and tells." He laughs loudly; throwing his head back, she watches his adam's apple dip in result. Shoving the urge to punch it away. The elevator dings as it comes to a stop, the doors slowly sliding open and showing her a row of conference rooms and offices, the layout open.

"Welcome to my office, darling. Let's get you that whiskey you wanted." He guides her to the last office, not missing the fact that he opened a door to an office marked for a Mr. Miller instead of his own name. It didn't matter to her. But she enjoyed watching make their decisions moments before death. It was like a movie.

She takes the opportunity to walk around the office, getting acquainted with the space, she could feel his eyes on her as she moves. She could feel many eyes on her, every movement of hers was being studied and she smiles faintly at the thought.

"God its like an intro to a shitty porno. Im meant to be stopping terrorists, what the fuck am I doing here?" She hears the Captain mutter.

"You would know, wouldn't you." She murmurs back. There's a cackle, then faint choking noises, then scuffling around on the other end, then silence.

"Here you go." Ivan speaks from behind her, he grasps her arm and she turns to meet him, she accepts the glass with a sweet smile.

"Heads up, he put something in the drink." Ghost breathlessly states. She glances down at the glass then up at him, keeping a pleasant look on her face. Tipping it back, she lets the alcohol brush her lips, not letting any of it get inside of her mouth. She pretends to swallow and sets it down on his desk. "We've got him locked if you need it." Tapping her mouth with the napkin he gave her she makes sure not to lick her lips.

"Come here, darling." He practically purrs, it makes her feel ill but she slips towards him anyways, falling sideways onto his lap as if she were drunk. He grasps her chin, forcing eye contact and kisses her hard. He forces his tongue in her mouth and she takes the opportunity to bite him as hard as she can. Piercing his skin; he yelps, shoving her off of him. She licks her teeth slowly; the caps and poison long gone, traces of copper lace into her taste buds and she feels herself grin.

"I'm sorry, sir." The insincerity in her voice makes him snarl, his face burning red. His body jerks as he attempts to get out of the chair, slowly comprehending his inability to do so. "Did you know that Tetrodotoxin interferes with the transmission of signals from your nerves to muscles and causes an increasing paralysis of the muscles in the body? Tetrodotoxin poisoning can be fatal if doused with enough." She tsks, grinning ear to ear. "Piercing it into your bloodstream, causes it to work that much faster." She gets up off of the floor, moving to the desk. She hops up to take a seat, crossing her legs for comfortability. The slit on her dress rides up and she watches his eyes watch the movement. "I can cure you but you have to answer a few questions first."

"Fuck you, stupid bitch." He growls, she throws her head back and its her turn to cackle, inhaling deeply. She pulls one of the knives that held her hair up and twists it in her hold, she watches hum he watch as the lights in the office gleam off the sharp blade. His eyes squint, betraying the tick she watched jump in his neck.

"I bet you'd like that you sick fucking freak." She growls back. "You'd better start talking, darling." She drawles as she kicks his chair, it spinning to face her better. She lifts her foot up, setting it on the arm rest as she glides the blade lightly across his legs, his eyes start to widen as the tip of the blade crosses his groin. "It's simple, tell me who paid you to smuggle those missiles into Russian territory, tell me where you're keeping the girls, and I will give you the cure."

"I'm bratva, you will never get me to talk." He grunts, she does nothing but raise her eyebrows at him.

"I've made men far larger than you fall, I am not afraid to leave you here to die." He grunts once more, trying to spit at her. It just dribbles down his chin instead. "Can you feel it? The poison coursing through you? Shutting down your organs? I think you can." Her knife sinks slowly into the meat of his thigh and he groans deeply; his head slacking forward - eyes rolling back and she snorts, some bratva. She shoves his head back, slapping him as hard as she can. His eyes snap open, dazed for a moment before his eyes turn to glare angrily at her. If looks could kill. She grips his chin, forcing him to look at her. "You better start talking or you'll have to deal with my colleagues and that's a group of men you really don't want to encounter." She lets him go and watches his head fall forward before she slaps him once more, the force of it bringing blood to his lips. They quiver as his tongue weakly darts out to lick at it.

"The men who gave us the missiles were middle eastern. I can't tell you who they were or where they're from, because I don't know. Just that the language they spoke sounded like they were from around there." He whispers, eyes downcasting in shame. She stares at him dumbfounded before scoffing at him, she slips off the desk and paces towards the window and then back to him slowly. She wanted go stab him for being so fucking dumb.

"The bratva must be real desperate if they're letting filthy vermin like you climb the ranks." She slaps him again just for being unhelpful. It stings her palm yet she welcomes the pain. "You've got one more question to answer though, you're not free yet."

"I don't know what girls you're talking abo-" He's cut off by her slapping him again. The right side of his face is an angry red, and his eyes finally gloss over with tears. Her hand stings but she doesn't care, not when she's so close to getting what she wants.

She grips the back of his head, forcing him to stare her in the eyes. "Now, Mr.Orlov, I'm being nice to you because we have an audience down stairs, normally I'd cut off your pinky for lying to me. Tell me the truth before I cut your dick off instead and make you watch as I feed it through the paper shredder. Got it?" She pats the red mark on his cheek and he winces, a bubbly hiss escaping him.

"They're kept in a worn down warehouse off of Main, the Bratva told me they could get me out of my debt if I helped." He confesses a few minutes later in a whisper, his breath has started to wheeze out of him. The poison was closing in on his lungs and she could hear it, His desperate eyes bore into hers quietly pleading with her, she sneers.

"You're a fucking idiot for believing that." Men were so agonizingly stupid. "Unfortunately the poison injected into your bloodstream is incurable, even if it was I would've rather plucked my own nails off with a rusty pair of pliers than given it to you. гнить в аду, уродливый." She spits as she whispers it to him, she sits back and watches him take his last breaths. She watches as the different emotions cross his face panic. Anger, grief and desperation before finally his head hangs low and his body stills from its light twitching. She grabs the drink he gave her, leans his head back and pours the contents down his throat. Then wipes the glass with his suit jacket, placing it carefully back in its place.

"Didn't know you knew Russian, kid." Shepherd says through her ear piece. She can't stop herself from cringing slightly in response. Striding towards the door she closes it quietly on her way out.

"Theres a reason for that, General." She replies. "He's gone." She mutters as she slips her heels off of her feet and starts to walk barefoot down the back stairwell, taking the back exit.

"Gaz turn the security cameras back on in five." The Captain grumbles as she shoves open the heavy metal door, a black van right in front. The back doors open at the same time and she's greeted by Ghost and Soap. Grasping Soaps hand she allowed herself to be hauled into the van.

"Good job kid. The FBI have been tipped off and are now on their way to the abandoned factory now. We'll give you an update on the women and girls when we can. Eagle out." She sighs with relief at the news, slipping the ear piece out. She lets the bloody knife she was holding be taken out of her hand and she watches as Ghost silently cleans it. Its a little therapeutic, his movements are sure and he gets every piece of it wiped clean.

She inspects herself for blood and finds that she's unexpectedly clean. Just some blood on her gloves which she had knew about. She slowly takes the gloves off, extra careful of the drying blood, she lets them be taken from her.

"How's the hand, lass?" Soap asks quietly at her right, she gives it a once over. A little red and sore but nothing she couldn't handle.

"It'll be fine by tomorrow." She shrugs, the last thing she needed was one of them assuming she wouldn't be able to do her job.

The Captain grunts, sitting back. "You'd better hope its fine by then, considering its your job" He huffs. She huffs back, officially over it. She knew they were acting like a bunch of teenagers, but she couldn't help it.

"Captain, I'll be honest with you. I am a high on bloodlust at the moment, so unless you want to see the Pearly Gates tonight, I suggest you shut the fuck up." Her unblinking gaze watches as his smirk falls to a scowl. "I am not fond of you either, grow up." The van comes to a stop and she's once again the first one out, walking in through the private door of the hotel. When she walks in she takes a moment to slip her heels off and look for the back stairwell. She spots it quickly and strides over to the door; as her hand reaches for the handle, a larger one comes into view, grasping her lower arm. She jumps in her place, alarmed that she didn't see or hear them come up. She turns to make eye contact with Ghost. He lets go quickly, holding his hands up for a moment before they both relax.

He then pulls something out of his front pocket holding it out to her, it takes her a moment before she realizes its her wallet. Giving him a small smile as she grabs it from him and thanks him. "You're going to walk up sixty flights of stairs?" He asks, nodding at the door. There's no hint of disbelief as he tilts his head to the side our of curiosity.

"Maybe just a few flights, i'll take the elevator from there. There's blood on my gloves and shoes. I'd be traveling with a group of large, scary men, one of which who wears a skull mask. I'd hate to send the other guests into an unnecessary panic." Her tone is light, not something even she was used to.

"I'll come with you, just to make sure you make it safely." He adds the second part quickly, she cant help but snort at it. But she also couldn't deny the small part of her that relaxed, feeling relieved that she wouldn't have to be as aware of her surroundings. If there was one person more dangerous than her it was him, and she was grateful he wanted to walk with her. He opens the door and moves out of the way, letting her go first. She ducks her head as a thanks before hurrying past him, his steps silent behind hers. "I'm sorry for the Captain, by the way. I dont make it a habit to defend people often, I don't care enough to. Captains a good man he's just..."

"An ass?" She supples for him as they round their first set of stairs.

"Protective." She cant stop the scoff that escapes her, coming to a stop on the staircase. She turns around to face him. She recoils a little when she notices they're two stairs apart and the same height, before she remembers why she turned in the first place.

"Maybe, but it doesn't give him or anyone else for the matter the right to judge me. I'm not going to sit here for a month and do tricks to try and impress you." She glares at him, turning only when he motions for her to continue walking. She wouldn't apologize for her behavior, or her outbursts. They had their chances.

"I get it, trust me I do." She knew he did, he remained the only one who had yet to doubt her. "So what got you into the job?" He asks breathlessly a few moments later. Her tangent long forgotten. Her stomach dips with awareness as his deep voice echoes off the walls. She had expected him to be quieter, she wasn't prepared for questions.

"You read my file, didn't you?" She retorts; he tsks quietly in return, his head jerking in disapproval. The sound was beginning to be familiar with her, she wanted to hear it again.

"You and I both know your file is dangerously thin. I'm not here to hurt you."She chuckles.

"From now on; if you'd like to know something about me, you will have to offer that same piece of information about yourself. It's only fair, yes?" They're striding down the hallway now. Her bare feet make no noise and she has to take two steps at a time just to catch up with his one, it was almost exhausting.

"I suppose that's fair." He glances at her for the first time since the stairwell and slows his stride. "I initially joined the military after the attacks on the twin towers. Some things happened in between but, it led me to where I am now." They look at each as they reach the elevator and a silent understanding passes between them. He pushes the button calling for it, humming after a moment. She looks down at her feet to smile at the mundane act.

They get in the elevator and he presses the number to the top floor. "I ended up in the wrong people's hands at a young age. Things happened; and I found my way to the FBI, exchanged my skills for safety, revenge. That led me to where I am now." She replies with his words, staring unblinking as the elevator rises to their level, dinging before sliding open once again. He walks by her side silently until she slips her keycard into the door, it lights up green and unlocks for her.

She spins on her feet to face him; his eyes widen just a fraction and its the only sign she's given of his surprise. Her smile is a bit more genuine knowing the fact. "Thank you for walking me, Ghost." Her voice comes out as a whisper.

He nods once "Sleep well." His response was short but it was enough, she shuts the door and leans against it, letting out a long sigh. Her feet ached.

Pulling off the wig; she throws it in the direction of her bag and starts the shower, stripping off her clothes. She admires the dress once more, wishing she could have gotten a picture. She then removes her lenses before stepping into the steaming water.

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tripleaxeldiaz · 3 years

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sing me something brave from your mouth

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Eddie’s losing his mind. That’s the only explanation for the way his brain has been working lately.

And by “working”, he means not working. At all.

His default is generally stoic, quiet. If he doesn’t have anything to say, nice or otherwise, he doesn’t say anything at all. And if he does have something to say, it’s articulate. Thought out. Words carefully chosen so that his point is direct and clear. People may think it’s because he doesn’t have much to say, but it’s really because he’s had too many people in his life twist his words to be something they’re not, and this has become his defense. He does have things to say, he’s just careful.

Usually.

The issue now, however, is that he has too much to say, too many things he’s been holding in for too long, and his brain has no idea what to do with all this information. He doesn’t have the storage space to keep it buttoned up like normal, waiting for at least a once over before he speaks. So now his words come tumbling out, unfiltered, unedited, raw and real.

And never, ever, at the right time.

“Maybe you should go home first” wasn’t supposed to come out at all. In the end, he’s glad it did, but that wasn’t the plan. He was going to be gentle, considerate, account for the fact that none of this was actually Ana’s fault. Thank her for being so good with Chris and hoping they could stay on good terms. But he did say it, and she had some choice words of her own, and then she was gone, leaving behind nothing but leftovers and a lingering pain in Eddie’s chest. He’d hoped that was that, that the panic would subside for good and he could get back to living, that his brain would settle down and lock everything back up, restart the filtering process that Eddie had spent so many years perfecting.

Apparently, a little peace and normalcy was too much to ask for.

It’s three weeks later, after Maddie left, after Chimney left and came back, after Buck and Chimney hugged and made up as only brothers (blood or otherwise) can. They’re all three at the apartment on their day off, to see Jee-yun and keep Chim company and help him clean out his fridge so he can get rid of “the smell of death and decay that has taken over since I’ve been gone”. Eddie stands dutifully next to the fridge, trash bag open, as Chim dumps container after container of leftovers out, each smelling more foul than the last.

“Jesus, Chim, you didn’t think to do this before you left?” Buck chirps from the barstool at the island. He’s got a babbling Jee in his lap and a cut up banana in front of him that he’s determined to get her to enjoy.

Chim glares at him, no real heat behind it. “I was a little preoccupied.” Buck nods in fairness, wincing a bit as he turns back to Jee, another slice of banana in his hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want it?” he asks. “It’s really good, see?” He takes an exaggerated chomp, makes a show of chewing and swallowing, sending Jee into peals of giggles that fill up the whole house, brightening it and making everything warmer. His smile matches hers, and Eddie feels a soft fondness rush through him, the same one he feels when he watches Buck do anything with Chris.

“You’re going to be a really great dad.” It’s not a new thought — he’s had the same one in passing more times than he can count over the course of knowing Buck — but it takes Eddie about five seconds to realize that he said it out loud.

Luckily, it doesn’t rock Buck’s world as much as it does Eddie’s. He just smiles that bashful smile of his and says, “Well, I’ve had some pretty good teachers.”

“Thank you, Buck, glad my parenting wisdom has had such an effect on you,” Chim says, voice carrying from where he’s chest deep in the fridge. Buck sticks his tongue out at his back and turns back to Jee, who’s smile quickly melts away as she starts crying.

Chim emerges and sighs. “She probably needs to be changed.”

“I got it,” Buck waves him off, scooping Jee up and heading to the bedroom. “You probably have biohazard material on your hands anyway.”

Eddie stares after them, smiling at Buck’s soft murmurs that quiet Jee’s cries and transform them back into laughter. That fondness is still curling around his chest, making itself at home, until he feels something land in the bag in his hands with a heavy squelch, startling him back to reality and leaving him chilled. He whips his head back, and Chim is giving him a look that’s half smug and half exasperated.

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Nothing,” Chim says, shaking his head and turning towards the sink. “Just remembering the times when I used to think you were smooth. Clearly things have changed.”

Eddie whips a stray paper towel at his head and curses himself for blushing.

~~~~~~~~~~

It continues. Actually, Eddie thinks it might be getting worse.

“How did you know you were in love with Karen?”

Hen looks at him sideways from the driver’s seat, eyebrow arched. They’ve been working well together on the days when Chim is off taking care of Jee, but they haven’t crossed the threshold into “intimate life talks in the ambulance” just yet. And, like every other time this has happened, he didn’t mean to ask her that. But ever since the parade call, he’s been thinking about those girls, about Cassie, who’s first thought when she came back to consciousness was her best friend, who she clearly cared about more than herself, and—

He wonders. And the thought clawed its way out of him before he could tame it into something normal and nonchalant yet again.

Hen’s quiet for a minute, staring at the road, thinking, and Eddie tries his best not to fidget or take back the whole question.

She looks over at him again, finally, eyes softer this time. “Did you know I met her when she was supposed to be on a blind date with someone else?”

“Really?”

Her smile goes a little dreamy. “She thought she got stood up, but she was just in the wrong bar. I saw her sitting alone, offered to keep her company. We ended up shutting that place down and another one too.”

“So you knew on your first date?”

Hen shakes her head. “I just knew she was special. It felt like the universe brought us together for a reason and I wanted to see what that reason was. I got her number and we texted all the time, met up for dinners and drinks, and the conversations just kept going. They’re still going, honestly. Eventually she became the only person that I wanted to see after a shift, the only person I wanted to spend all my free time with.”

Eddie nods, swallows his anxiety back down into his stomach where he keeps it locked away. He knows that feeling. He knows wanting to see only one face after a good shift or a bad shift or even a boring shift. He knows what it’s like to not be able to see that face, how it gnaws at you, grates your nerves, flays you open until you get back to that person and you feel your lungs fill up again. But there’s a difference between knowing and having — knowing is personal, something you can control, that isn’t left up to fate or the universe or whatever powers control the trajectory of life. To get to have something, you have to give up that control, and the decision of who gets it is completely out of your hands. It could be beautiful, everything you’ve ever wanted, or it could shatter your heart more than you ever thought possible.

Eddie’s struggling enough with not being able to control his own damn mouth at the moment. He’s not sure he’d survive giving up any more, no matter how much he wants to.

And so he asks, “Weren’t you scared? Of messing up whatever special thing you thought you guys had?”

They pull into the station and Hen kills the engine, turning towards Eddie fully. Her look is gentle and knowing, and it takes every ounce of Eddie’s willpower to not run inside and hope she forgets this whole conversation.

“No,” she says. “I was more scared of losing her to someone else because I didn’t try and give her everything she deserved.”

Eddie finally looks away then because yeah, he knows that feeling too.

There’s a knock on the passenger window that makes them both almost hit the ceiling. It’s Buck (because of course it is), his hands held up in apology. “Just making sure you guys were coming in for lunch.”

“We’ll be right there, Buckaroo,” Hen says. “Save me a plate?”

“Already done. There’s one for you too, Eds.” He drums his hands against the door and winks before skipping away. Eddie tries to keep his face in check, but he has a feeling it’s edging toward the same dreamy look Hen was sporting earlier.

There’s snort from beside him, and he knows he’s right.

He clears his throat and looks back at her again. “Thanks Hen. That was...helpful.”

She grabs his forearm, squeezing lightly. “Be brave, Edmundo. It’ll turn out better than you think.”

He smiles and nods one more time before he hops out of the ambulance. Hen was helpful — he certainly feels a little less alone in these feelings he’s trying not to drown in — but fear is still settled deep under his skin at the thought of laying himself out there like that, of taking that leap, of letting go.

He wants to be brave. He knows he can be brave. But being brave, especially being brave like that, is a lot easier said than done.

~~~~~~~~~~

He’s trying to take Buck. A man is pulling Buck into the hospital to hold him hostage and Eddie’s brain is firing on all cylinders and there’s no time to think or plan or breathe because he’s trying to take Buck—

“Take me.”

The man stops, arm still wrapped around Buck’s throat. Buck’s eyes are wide, panicked, and Eddie has a feeling it’s not just because he’s running out of oxygen. But while he didn’t necessarily think he’d resort to offering himself up as a sacrifice, a panicked and desperate brain is a truthful one, and this is a truth he knows down to his atoms.

He’s trying to take Buck. He’s trying to hurt Buck. Eddie will do anything and everything in his power to prevent that.

“Eddie—”

“Leave him. Take me instead.”

For the first time in months, he doesn’t curse his unpolished words. There’s a pause, a moment of stillness in the chaos, and the man shrugs, dropping his arm and shoving Buck forward before grabbing Eddie roughly by the bicep.

“Whatever, I only need one of you.”

Eddie has just enough time to look back and catch the devastation in Buck’s eyes before the door slams shut behind him.

It’s okay. He’ll be fine. Buck will make sure of it. They always have each other’s backs.

The waiting is the worst part. The man is not the best captor — the rope he tied around Eddie’s hands has already come loose — but he’s been negotiating with the police for the better part of an hour, and Eddie’s getting restless. Is Buck okay? The guy (unsuccessfully) tried to knock him out with his gun and left a pretty bad gash. Did he get it looked at? Or, more likely, is he ignoring it, trying to stay in the action, stay close to the people who are trying to get Eddie out? He’s itching, buzzing, but not for fear of his own safety. He needs to see Buck, needs to touch him, needs to know for sure that he’s out of harm’s way, he needs he needs he needs—

There’s shouting and loud footsteps, and the door opens with a slam. SWAT pours in, detains the guy, and helps Eddie off the ground and out the door. It’s chaos, more shouting and flashing lights and more people than there were when he went inside. But none of that matters, no one else matters as Eddie frantically searches the crowd for familiar curls.

“Buck!”

He hears him before he sees him, voice louder than any gunshot or siren.

“Eddie! Eddie!”

Relief hits him so hard he almost falls over.

He doesn’t realize he’s running — sprinting — until they crash into each other. Eddie flings his arms around Buck’s shoulder and buries his face in his neck and he breathes.

“Jesus Christ, Eds,” Buck says into his hair, voice cracking. “What the hell were you thinking?”

That’s the thing, though — he wasn’t thinking. Protecting Buck, keeping him safe, that was all instinct. That’s not something he’s ever had to think about, even when his brain was cooperating with him.

He pulls back, just enough to see Buck’s face, clocking the angry, red cut on his forehead. His fingers ghost over it before his hand settles on the side of Buck’s head. “Are you okay?”

Buck leans into his touch and nods. “Yeah, it’s— it’s superficial, looks worse than it is.” His eyes are shining as they move over Eddie’s face, down his arms and chest, so intense Eddie swears he can feel everywhere they land. “Are you okay?”

By all accounts, no, he’s not. He’s exhausted, his nerves are fried, he wants to go home and sleep off the emotional hangover he’s sure is coming.

But still — he’s with Buck. They’re alive, and they’re together.

“Yeah. I’m okay now.”

Buck’s smile is wet and fond, an eternal bright spot. Eddie tucks his face back into his neck and keeps breathing.

~~~~~~~~~~

He knew it was coming, had been bracing himself for it for months, but he hadn’t expected it to be so quiet.

It makes sense, when he thinks about it. The way he feels about Buck is louder than almost anything he’s ever known — combine that with his love for his son, and it’s a cacophony of emotions constantly running through him, loud enough to keep the demons at bay. And while part of him wants to sing it from the rooftops, let anyone and everyone know how much this man means to him, a bigger part thinks that something like this is too important to blast at full volume. His feelings aren’t for everyone — he doesn’t want them to be — so it shouldn’t be a rock concert, loud enough to break windows and shake foundations. It should melt into the background, like a vinyl record on a rainy day, lingering long after the needle stops, not soon forgotten.

So, it makes sense that it’s quiet, just for the two of them. It makes sense that despite the enormity of his feelings, despite the lawlessness he’s been embracing recently, this moment is small and intimate because it matters.

That doesn’t mean he does it with any kind of finesse.

It’s quiet on the balcony, the shimmering lights of LA laid out below them. Chris is asleep on the couch inside, knocked out halfway through their second movie, and the two of them are facing each other on the bench just outside the window, beer bottles between them, talking quietly. Buck is in the middle of a rundown of a documentary about a cult he just finished (“They branded these women Eddie, how fucked up is that?”), and Eddie wants to live in this bubble of warmth and peace forever. The way Buck’s voice washes over him, protecting him from the dark whispers that tend to trickle into his head in quiet moments like this. The way their ankles are crossed where they hang off the front of the couch. The way Buck keeps glancing at Chris through the window when he shifts in his sleep, making sure he’s safe.

It’s everything Eddie never knew he wanted, everything he never thought he could have. He’s relaxed and happy, so the thought slips out of him without a fight.

“God, I’m so in love with you.” He says it on an exhale, almost a whisper, almost lost in the breeze, but Buck freezes mid sentence, so he knows he hears it.

And Eddie could freak out — he could backtrack and blame it on the beer and laugh it off, and he knows Buck would roll with it. He could hold on to the last bit of control he has over his feelings, keep them far from the edge he’s just accidentally thrown himself over. But even though it was unplanned, even though he’s giving everything up to the whims of fate now, it’s also the truth. A foundational truth, one that’s worked its way into the very fiber of his being. He doesn’t want Buck to not know that anymore.

He waits as Buck processes, not taking it back, not asking for an answer. If he doesn’t get one tonight, that’s fine — he’ll wait as long as Buck needs, even if it ends up being a gentle letdown.

The sweet syrupiness he’s feeling must not be his alone, because when Buck starts moving, it feels like the slowest of slow motions. He moves the beer bottles to the table in front of them, out of harm’s way, before maneuvering the two of them until he’s in Eddie’s lap, straddling his thighs, looking at him like he just told him every star in the sky now had his name etched into it. Eddie’s hands automatically come up to hold Buck’s waist, and he feels his breath hitch at how right it feels, how perfectly his body fits with Buck’s. Buck’s own hands come up, one on Eddie’s shoulder and one on his cheek, and Eddie’s helpless but to lean into the touch, reveling in the warmth and rightness of it all.

Even leaning in Buck goes slow, like he’s afraid to spook Eddie, to break this moment they’ve created, but as soon as their lips touch, Eddie deepens it — he lets himself take for once, lets himself be greedy, and it’s everything. He holds Buck tighter, gets lost in the kiss and the feel of Buck’s smile against his, and he thinks that if this is what giving up control is like, he could absolutely get used to it. He’ll do or say pretty much anything if it means having moments like this for the rest of his life.

The kiss gets cut short when their smiles get too big, but Eddie’s still breathless and Buck’s cheeks are still flushed the most beautiful pink he’s ever seen. Buck moves his hands to the base of Eddie’s skull, running his fingers through short hair, caressing him, and Eddie’s glad Buck’s in his lap because he’s pretty sure he’s about to float away.

“I love you too,” Buck whispers, tracing his nose along Eddie’s. “So much, and for a while, I think. I just— I didn’t want to—” Eddie cuts him off with a kiss, soft and sweet, because he gets it, probably better than anyone. It’s hard to take risks with the people you can’t lose.

They don’t move for a while, trading kisses and whispers, getting used to this new but familiar connection they’ve created. Even when they get up, driven inside by the late hour and the chilling breeze, it takes them a minute because they can’t stop touching each other.

Eddie finally slides the door shut quietly behind him, turns to Buck who looks equal parts hopeful and nervous. “You’re staying, right?” he asks. “Both of you?”

Nothing in the world — no filter or wall or insecurity — could prevent him from tangling his fingers with Buck’s and saying, “Yes. Always.”

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #buddie fic #911 fic #sometimes ideas just don't leave you alone and 3k words later you have a mess of emotions #ficcery

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buckleyblueyes · 3 years

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once you find it (it can never be replaced)

Wrote this as a little late birthday present for @diazchristopher! I hope you like it Neethu! Happy belated birthday!

Summary: It’s not an earth shattering realization, there’s nothing dramatic about it. It’s as simple as it is inevitable (also read on AO3)

Buck realizes he’s in love with Eddie three days before Halloween. It’s not an earth shattering realization, there’s nothing dramatic about it. It’s as simple as it is inevitable. It happens on a Monday morning at the station. The coffee maker breaks on the first cup of the day, and nobody's happy about it. Chimney makes a run to the coffee shop to get them through, but he’s not back yet, and Eddie is glaring daggers at the broken machine, as if he can intimidate it into working again.

“Hey, Bobby, can we get a Hildy?” Albert asks.

Eddie whips around before Bobby can say anything. “Oh, no. No, no, no, no. It’s bad enough I have one of those hell machines spying on me at home.” He glances at Buck. “I refuse to let Hildy infiltrate the station.”

Bobby chuckles. “Calm down, Eddie. We couldn’t afford a smart coffee maker anyway.”

Eddie breathes a sigh of relief, and Buck can’t help the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips. “You’re ridiculous,” is what he says out loud. “God, I love you,” is what he says in his head. It doesn’t take him by surprise, doesn’t freak him out like maybe it should, given that he’s dating someone who isn’t Eddie. He’s always known his feelings for Eddie were more complicated than simple friendship. He hasn’t let himself dwell on it, has always had good reasons for ignoring the flutter in his chest when Eddie looks at him a certain way, or the warmth that cascades through his body when Eddie finds a reason to touch him (a hand on his shoulders as he passes by, an arm brushed against his, a knee pressed against his thigh in the truck). It was always there, a faint hum in the back of his mind.

Easy to ignore, until suddenly it’s not.

Buck breaks up with Taylor on a Tuesday in November, two weeks after the hum in his mind has graduated to an all encompassing buzzing under his skin, three days before their six month anniversary. It’s not dramatic, or even very painful, for either of them, and Buck knows he made the right decision. He likes Taylor, but he doesn’t love her, and as sad as she is to see him go, he knows that she doesn’t love him either.

He’s not sure why it takes him so long between the realization and the decision to break things off with Taylor. Maybe it’s because breaking up with Taylor means actually acknowledging that he’s in love with Eddie to someone other than himself. Not that he says it, but he knows it’s implied in the way he says, “I just don’t think this is what I want,” and the way she just nods, like she’s seen this coming. Which she probably has. Subtly has never been Buck’s strong suit.

He announces the breakup the next day at work because Chimney is asking when he’s free to babysit Jee-Yun next and mentions something about not wanting to get in the way of Buck’s relationship and Buck assures him that there’s no relationship to get in the way of. Chimney pats him on the shoulder sympathetically.

“I’m sorry, Buckaroo,” he says with a small smile.

“I’m okay,” Buck insists. “I was the one who broke it off.”

“Oh.” Chimney sounds dumbfounded, which Buck supposes is fair, given how often Buck talks about being lonely. “Why?”

Because the universe has a cruel sense of humor, Eddie choses that moment to step out from the otherside of the ladder truck. “Why what?”

“Buck broke up with Taylor,” Chimney says, like he’s not stepping in the middle of an emotional minefield--after all, none of the mines will blow him up.

Eddie’s eyes widen almost imperceptibly. But Buck knows him well enough to see it.

“We wanted different things,” Buck says, shrugging. The bell rings before Eddie or Chimney can ask more questions. Buck sighs in relief.

By the end of shift, everyone at the station knows about the breakup, because Chimney knows, and Chimney loves gossip, and Buck told Chimney he could tell people. It saves him the trouble of having to acknowledge it, lets the word spread without him having to have the same conversation a dozen times. Instead he focuses on his work, pretending not to notice the sympathetic looks his coworkers keep flashing him. Poor Buck, they’re all probably thinking, alone again.

Well. Almost all of them. Buck has no idea what Eddie is thinking, but he’s sure it’s not the same sad sympathy everyone else is exuding because Eddie never even liked Taylor. He’s probably relieved he doesn’t have to make awkward small talk with her again, if anything. Eddie watches Buck like their other coworkers, but the look in his eyes isn’t sympathy. Buck pretends not to notice Eddie’s looks, too.

A week after Buck’s breakup with Taylor, he’s leaning against Eddie’s kitchen counter with a beer in his hand, and Eddie’s at the sink washing dishes (only fair, since Buck cooked dinner). Christopher is in his room working on homework, and the house is quiet, which only serves to emphasize the tension that’s been building between the two men for the last week, like a rubber band slowly pulled taut, just barely held in place between two fingers.

“So,” Eddie starts, in a tone of forced casualness. “How have you been doing since your breakup?”

Buck takes a swig of his beer. “Fine. It was my choice, and I don’t regret it.”

“Your choice,” Eddie echoes, placing the last dish on the drying rack, before turning to face Buck. “Y’know, you never really told me why.”

Buck gulps. “Eddie…”

“Why did you break up with Taylor?” Eddie asks, dark eyes boring into Buck. The rubber band stretches even further. “And I don’t want the lie you told Chimney.”

Buck sets down his beer, and crosses his arms. “Why did you break up with Ana?”

“It wasn’t what I wanted,” Eddie doesn’t hesitate. “She wasn’t who I wanted.”

Buck’s arms fall back to his sides. “Who-what do you want, then?” He tries to swallow the word “who” in the back of his throat, but it comes out anyway. His palms are sweating and his heart is racing and oh, God, what if he’s wrong about this?

Eddie just takes a step forward, expression unreadable. “Don’t you know, Evan?” His voice doesn’t shake, but it’s quiet, almost a whisper. Like he’s forcing the words out before he loses his ability to speak completely.

It’s not even really an answer, not entirely. There’s just enough plausible deniability that Eddie could walk it back. Maybe. If they weren’t six inches apart. If Eddie wasn’t looking at him like every hope and dream he’s ever had rely on what Buck does next. If the last time Eddie used Buck’s first name wasn’t in a hospital room. If Buck didn’t know Eddie so completely.

The rubber band snaps.

Buck practically lunges forward into Eddie’s space, wrapping his hands around Eddie’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. He kisses Eddie hard, pouring every ounce of pent up emotion from the last three and a half years into it, and Eddie kisses him back with equal intensity. Eddie’s hands on his waist, callused and warm, and Buck pushes Eddie up against the edge of the sink so their bodies are pressed together as firmly as their lips are. Buck’s fingers find their way from Eddie’s neck into his hair, and he tugs gently, earning a moan from the other man. Seizing the opportunity, Buck slides his tongue along Eddie’s lower lip, which falls open further to let Buck in. Time moves slow as honey around them, as they melt into each other. Nothing else in the world seems to matter except getting more and more of Eddie.

Buck’s giddy with the feeling. He’s kissing Eddie. Eddie is kissing him back. Eddie wants him. He has to pull back, unable to stop himself from letting out a small giggle.

“What?” Eddie asks, breathless. He sure is a sight, hair mussed and lips swollen. He looks wanton and a wave of smugness bubbles up in Buck’s chest because he did that.

“Nothing, I’m just happy,” Buck says softly, leaning down to rest his forehead against Eddie's. “I thought you might--but I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

Eddie’s brown eyes soften with fondness. “Me too.”

Buck swallows. “Should we talk about this?”

“Probably," Eddie says, and then continues in that casual, matter of fact tone of his, "I’m in love with you."

“Oh, well, good,” Buck ducks his head and smiles bashfully. “I’m in love with you, too.”

Eddie sucks a breath through his teeth, moving back just so he can move in again at the right angle for a kiss. “Well, then. Are we done talking?”

Buck pretends to think about it for a moment. “Hm, yeah. I think we’re on the same page.”

He barely finishes his sentence before Eddie’s lips are on his again, and this time he’s the one pushed up against the counter, the cold tile digging into his back. He knows they have more to talk about--how to tell Christopher, how (and when) they want to tell the team, what this means for their working relationship--but that’s all secondary. They’ll figure it out, together. Because he’s Buck and Eddie is Eddie, and they’ve both been all in since the day they pulled a live grenade out of a man’s thigh together.

Right now, all he needs is for Eddie to never stop kissing him like this.

(Eddie never does.)

#buddie #buddie fanfic #my fan fiction #this is so cheesy I couldn't help myself #I hope you enjoy Neethu!!!#<3 <3 <3 #sorry if there's any typos #I don't have a beta reader

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inawickedlittletown · 3 years

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Survivors - Buddie meta

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I thought a lot about 4x14 since watching it on Monday and mostly buddie, and on my re-watch I had a lot of thoughts and since I can’t seem to help myself here we are again. And fair warning, this is very long.

I think it’s fair to say that Buck is someone that cares a lot. I think it’s fair to say that his reaction to Eddie being shot would be the same if anyone else in the 118 was shot. That said, yes, the way that Buck freezes and the shock that sets in with him is jarring for a character that is always about the action and always about doing something. But then, he does finally get his bearings after being knocked down to safety and after holding eye contact with Eddie as Eddie is bleeding out on the ground, and Buck is the only one present on the scene to get to Eddie. Buck is the only one trying to get to the injured person despite the fact that there are plenty of other first responders around.

This moment is a lot, and I think it does so much to reiterate and highlight the importance of Eddie in Buck’s life and the love that is felt between them. Up to this point, we cannot call that romantic love — or at least, acknowledged romantic love — but Buck does love Eddie. And vice versa.

We see Eddie’s love shine through in the moments while they’re heading to the hospital and Eddie comes to and his concern isn’t for himself, but Buck. Eddie has been shot, and he’s well aware of that, and yet it is Buck who he worries about. He has to be sure that Buck is alright. And, well, Buck isn’t. He might be physically alright, but when he’s asked if he’s okay as Eddie is being taken into the hospital, he just says “no” and that is very clear to the audience in that moment and for the rest of the episode.

The next time that we see Buck, he is still a mess and he’s stepping out of the hospital. He is literally shaking and he is so out of it and in a state of shock that he’s ignored phone calls not just from Taylor, but from Maddie, and likely anyone else that tried to contact him. I don’t want to spend too much time on Taylor here, but I do want to point out that Buck is at first suspicious of why she is present and barely acknowledges that she was worried about him and he also just doesn’t want to allow her to help him.

Buck’s entire mind is on Eddie and on Chris and we’re aware from Chim’s call with Maddie that the rest of the team are at the hospital as well, and that enough time has passed that it’s likely Eddie’s grandmother and aunt would have heard about what happened, that Carla would have heard, and yet Buck feels like he’s the one of that needs to talk to Chris and no one refutes that. When Albert asks where Buck is later, Chim even says: “he’s got a harder job tonight” because they all know that it is absolutely Buck’s place to be the one to speak to Christopher.

From the moment that Buck was aware of Christopher’s existence, he’s been involved. Christopher bonded Buck and Eddie in a way perhaps because of how much Buck loves kids, but certainly because Buck admired Eddie as a parent and Eddie’s devotion to being a dad. I think Buck similarly endeared himself to Eddie by making it possible for Eddie to get the help that he needed — namely Carla. But over the past few seasons we’ve seen the Buck and Chris relationship grow. Buck has been acting like another parent for a while and I think this season really took it over the top ever since Chris ran away from home and went straight to Buck. Making Buck his safe space over anyone else.

Out of the entire episode, the hardest scene to watch for emotional reasons is Buck explaining to Chris that his father is hurt. Between the way that Chris asks questions to understand what happened, to the way that Buck just can’t keep it together. And then Bobby’s text comes in and Buck really cannot hold it in, to know that actually Eddie will be okay. The rollercoaster of emotions is so well acted, so well written, and there is no way to not feel that pain while watching it.

This whole scene reads like a parent talking to their child about something difficult. It reads like a parent being aware of their own pain and still facing their kid because that’s important and necessary and as a parent it isn’t something that can be ignored. We can go further and parallel the scene to almost any important and emotional conversation between Eddie and Christopher, but especially what we got when Shannon died.It also frames Buck as family and as important in the lives of both Christopher and Eddie. It is difficult then to think about Buck’s place in all of this as only a best friend. As only a work partner. This is glaringly so when we think about Ana. (Also, we have to remember that Buck during all of this knows nothing about Eddie changing his will).

The episode makes it clear where Ana is this entire time because the few times we see her, she’s at the hospital with Eddie. As his girlfriend it makes sense for her to be there for him and yet that is all we are given when instead it would only make sense to use Eddie’s injury as a way to further and strengthen Ana and Eddie’s relationship. And from the last we saw of Ana, she clearly gets on with Christopher, enough that it would have made sense for Ana to step up and offer to care for Chris. It isn’t something that happens. But I think that their relationship would have shown as stronger and as more meaningful in the eyes of the viewer if we’d seen more of them together and certainly if we had seen Ana even just offer to look after Chris.

Instead, it is Buck that sleeps on Eddie’s couch so he can be there for Christopher even though there are other options such as Carla. It is Buck that picks up the slack of looking after Christopher as worried as Buck is about Eddie and as worried as Buck is about everyone else in light of the firefighters being targets. The way that Buck puts Christopher first is so parental. It is something that Eddie has noticed long before this all the way back in S3 and clearly Buck doesn’t disappoint. And Buck doesn’t do it all alone, because obviously he has work and Carla is around, but he is going out of his way to be there for Christopher.

The scenes are bittersweet in that there is a slight domestic/parental element to them, but then also the thrumming knowing that this is only happening because Eddie isn’t around. And yet Christopher is adaptable. It gets to the point where he is even joking around and teasing Buck in a very similar way that he does with Eddie.

I find Buck’s journey through the episode interesting. One of the things about Buck is that he believes he is alone. He knows he has people, but he also realizes that he is alone, and that as much he means something to his team, to his sister, even to his parents, Buck also knows that everyone else has other people. During the sequence in which Bobby explains how things are going to change for them, we see flashes of scenes of the 118 getting ready to go into work with their new bulletproof vests and we see Hen with Karen, we see Chim with Maddie, and we see Bobby with Athena. Buck is on his own.

Is it because Buck’s partner would naturally be Eddie? Or because Taylor and Buck just aren’t on that level (I mean at this point we’re pre-kiss). Either way, we get Buck on his own all while Bobby voice-overs how difficult this time will be on their family/loved ones who already see the job as risky and now it suddenly comes with possible sniper shots too. So is it a wonder that Buck, who already thinks much less of himself, would want to place more risk on himself than anyone else? Not to mention that there is definitely an element of survivor’s guilt at play. Buck was standing right there on that street with Eddie. Easily, it could have been him that was shot except that dressed as a civilian made him less of a target.

Bobby tells him that he made himself a target deliberately and Buck has an answer. He can’t handle anyone else being hurt and that shows us the impact that Eddie being hurt has on Buck, the way that emotionally, Buck could not handle much more turmoil.

About Eddie, Buck says, “I was just the guy standing there when it happened who couldn’t do anything to protect him.” And it is simply amazing how much that statement says about Buck’s state of mind. Add in Oliver Stark’s acting and we get to see so much of Buck’s love for the whole team, for Eddie. This moment comes after Buck’s scene with Carla presumably before he went to work, and in that scene Carla expresses her concern for Buck’s well being, but Buck brushes that off and I think it’s yet another example of Buck’s state of mind in that he doesn’t want to see himself as important, as necessary, as someone that would be missed if they were gone.

We see Taylor again and I do want to say that I appreciate the role Taylor has played in this episode. Her first appearance has her worried about Buck and caring about that more than possibly getting a scoop for work — yet another instance of showing how much Taylor has changed from S2. Her worry then, and the way that she offers to help Buck continues to translate into her second scene in the episode where she’s also upset at Buck for the crane incident and the danger he placed himself in. I’ve loved the development of Buck and Taylor’s friendship as well as the many moments that we’ve gotten that show Taylor as a different person. The last few episodes have slowly hinted at them as a couple and I cannot be mad at how this was developed or how Taylor is very clearly unsure about how things might go. She is caught up in the moment and after she kisses him she even apologizes.

Buck says they should talk about it, but Taylor decides to leave. Buck actually goes to say “wait” or to stop her and Taylor, as we learn later, expected or hoped for Buck to chase after her, but Eddie has excellent timing and has woken up. And Ana calls Buck at once.

I’m curious about when Buck got Ana’s number and saved it on his phone. I’m curious about how Ana got Buck’s number. Before this, we haven’t seen them interact at all and unless Eddie being hurt was the first time they even met, who called Ana to tell her about Eddie?

Either way, Ana calls him and Buck goes to Eddie. It’s a choice that Buck makes and I don’t think Buck even sees it as a choice. And from the way that Taylor mentions Buck not going after her, I just have to wonder about how Buck made it out of his apartment without running into Taylor on the way to his car to get to the hospital. From the way he was running, we know he didn’t wait to get over there. I also do have to wonder about Ana calling Buck and why she felt that he would need to be informed about Eddie being awake at once. Obviously there’s Christopher to consider, but Ana could have also called Carla. This feels like Ana knowing who she needed to defer to.

Buck arrives and Ana is all smiles, but she steps aside so Buck and Eddie can see each other. (Me with my shipper goggles on: foreshadowing?) And then, the next thing we see if Eddie having a facetime with Christopher through Buck’s phone and Ana isn’t there? Did she step out to give them some time with the kid? Ana’s place in all of this just dwindles and dwindles and I’ll admit I never liked Ana...but that’s mostly because I was never given a reason to like her. Maybe I just feel ambivalent.

Eddie asks Buck about how Chris is doing and Buck admits that actually between him and Christopher, it is Buck that is having a harder time. He admits that he lost it when he was telling Christopher and Buck is ashamed of it, of not being able to put away his emotions to focus on Chris. Eddie reassures him: “You were there for him when I couldn’t be. That’s what matters.”

Buck responds with: “Still, it might have been better for him if I was the one that got shot.” And that has been Buck’s state of mind this entire episode. That is what he’s been feeling. But no matter how many times Buck has been asked how he’s doing or been shown that others are worried about him, has he brought that up. It is only to Eddie that he can admit it.

The scene ends and Eddie is left thinking. He’s left considering what Buck’s said, but he’s also considering how he views Buck and how to best make Buck believe that actually he’s not expendable. Not to him or to Christopher or even to the rest of the 118.

We get to the third Buck and Taylor scene and the first thing that is apparent is that Buck has not reached out to Taylor since the kiss. He hasn’t chased her. In fact, he didn’t expect to see her at his door. And it has been days since. This shows us that Buck while interested in Taylor, isn’t that invested. Taylor on the other hand is. Buck explains himself by saying that he’s done feeling like he isn’t enough and I like that self-confidence and the way that Buck makes it clear that he can’t be the one chasing anyone.

To bring this back to Buddie, I do wonder if Buck saying this to Taylor isn’t also a statement about where Buck stands in general and how Buck is not going to be the one that pines or that waits for anyone. Not just Taylor, but Eddie. This could be subtle foreshadowing, aided of course by the next Buck and Eddie scene.

Eddie isn’t someone that talks about how he feels. He isn’t someone that needs to express himself that way and we know this about him which makes this scene all the more poignant. And you can feel how Eddie isn’t too sure of himself when he asks Buck to talk. Not to mention that admitting to going through the trouble of changing his will so that Buck could be Chris’ guardian clearly isn’t something Eddie ever wanted to bring up or mention to Buck seeing as it’s been in his will for about a year.

Eddie is just displaying such a level of awareness for his understanding of who would be best for Christopher, for the realization that no one else in his life cares for Christopher’s well being like Buck does. And they talk about Eddie’s other family and Eddie says my favorite line of the episode, “No one will ever fight for my son as hard as you. That is what I want for him.” Other than “You act like you’re expendable...but you’re wrong.”

Eddie changed his will, not for Buck, but for Christopher. It is placing all his trust in Buck and making him in many ways the most important person in his life other than his son. But telling Buck is something that Eddie does for Buck. He does it so that Buck knows how highly Eddie views/values him and so that perhaps Buck begins to see himself that way too and so he can value his life if not for himself, but then also because it actually could affect Christopher and Eddie as well. It does make me wonder if during Eddie’s time at the hospital, he heard about Buck and the crane.

There’s a welcome home party waiting for Eddie at home and Buck is the one to take him to it. The ending sequence is interesting in that everyone is split up by family. Unlike last season where we had everyone together at the end, this time everyone is with their family. In another moment that could have been used to cement Ana and Eddie, it is Buck that picks Eddie up from the hospital and Buck that takes him to the party. For some reason Taylor is there and I feel like that’s more about being able to put her somewhere, but we could have done without her. I wonder if Eddie already knows that Buck and Taylor are a thing by that point. And I wonder what Chris thinks of her.

All in all, this was a fantastic episode. One of the best of the season and such a strong finale. And I don’t think it gives us any concrete information on if the show is going to actually do Buddie, but it leaves some sprinkling of things that make it a possibility. Most of that is to do with how little development we get out of Ana in any way or form as well as the display of importance that Eddie places on Buck as well as Buck’s emotions when it comes to Eddie being injured. I think we leave the episode on a high note and with a lot of hope that actually maybe something could happen.

I don’t think I will ever be one of those people that are more than 50% sure it might happen, but this episode does make me question if that percentage shouldn’t be higher. It also cements my other thoughts on Buddie and I will reiterate it again because it’s so important, as it stands we are not in any place to call Buddie queerbaiting. We are, however, possibly in the midst of a slow burn.

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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pools of honey and ocean blue

Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley

Warnings: mentions of loss of spouse, love confessions, lil awkwardness, alcohol and the consumption of.

Category: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s note: I'll throw hands if any of you anything bad about Ana, she’s cool but I just wrote this, this way // @suburban--gothic this ones for you since I got you hooked <3

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“I love you.”

The sudden unprompted confession of love had caught everyone off guard. He sat across from him at the dinner table, the entire team now exchanging glances between Buck and Eddie.

The tension between Buck and Eddie was thick enough to cut with a knife, weighing heavy on their shoulders. His brown eyes staring straight into his blue ones.

If looks could kill.

Ana sat smiling beside Eddie, her brown eyes gleaming with hope, happiness, everything Eddie had been searching for these last few months.

There were a couple issues at hand right now.

Ana had just confessed her love for him, in front of the entire team.

He hadn't heard those 3 words from anyone other than Christoper and his Abuela since Shannon.

Eddie did care about her but she wasn't the one he was in love with.

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The day Eddie joined the 118, he felt like he belonged. Like he had finally found his place in the world and soon came to realize that everyone else there felt the same way, especially Buck- the golden boy.

The same golden boy that had worked his way into his heart and into his life.

Their first 24 hours together were absolute hell- they were in a constant state of competition, measuring god knows what but by the end of it, everyone could see that they were meant to be together, everyone but them of course.

Months go by, Buck and Eddie are practically raising Christopher together with the help of Carla, Eddie’s abuela and his aunt. Eddie reaches out to Shannon to get Christoper into the new school he was looking into.

Buck would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel a hint of jealousy, especially when they took Christopher to see Santa and Eddie just casually mentioned that he slept with Shannon.

Buck didn’t hold it against him, he gave him an answer and moved on.

He didn’t really get a chance to get to know Shannon but from the little that he did know, he knew that she made them happy- both Eddie and Christoper and that’s all Buck could hope for because no matter how much he loved Eddie, he couldn’t bring himself to tell him, not while he was happy and still very much in love with her.

No matter how involved he was in Christoper’s life, he knew that he would never be her.

Shannon was and will always be the mother of his child, the woman he loved until her last dying breath.

He could never amount to what she was, even if she hadn't been around.

Buck watched as Eddie grieves and lashed out at the world, he watched as Eddie’s recently found happiness fizzled out. Buck couldn't force Eddie to talk to him, he couldn't ask him what was going on until he did.

A Saturday night being spent at the Diaz residence, the little one now tucked into bed when Eddie returned to the kitchen, Buck handing his friend a beer. The two men drank in silence until Buck asked him the question he was dreading to hear.

“How are you?”

“Fine.”

The one word answer was the only thing he could manage to say without breaking down. Eddie held himself together, Christoper was relying on him and he knew that, if he wasn’t going to be strong for himself than he had to be for Chris.

Buck knew him better than he thought, him being fine after what happened was 110% utter bullshit and everyone including Eddie knew that.

“Just fine?” Buck pried, Eddie wanted to tell him everything- to break down and finally let it off his chest but he didn’t. Instead he nodded and repeated his answer, “fine.”

The rest of the night was spent on the couch, the empty beer bottles scattered across the table along with a half eaten, disregarded bowl of chips. Eddie sighed as Buck scrolled through Netflix looking for something to watch.

“She thought she was pregnant” Eddie mumbled, barely above a whisper. Buck almost missed what he said.

He looked over at the brunette, his heart hurting for his friend. “Was she?” he whispers back an answer, afraid that if he said it louder that Eddie might break.

Eddie shook his head, his shoulders hung as he leant forward. He was ready to talk but he couldn’t physically bring himself to look at him and say it. “The day she told me, I was ready to try again. The thought of having another child made me.. I don't know, I felt like things were starting to finally fall into place, you know?”

A heavy sigh left his lips, Buck’s heart broke a million times over for Eddie- if he felt that way just hearing it, he couldn't imagine how Eddie felt.

“I invited her out for dinner, to tell her that I wanted to try again but she said she wanted a divorce, and that she wasn't pregnant. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, how did we go from almost becoming a family to being strangers again?” Eddie leant back, sinking into the couch cushions. Buck’s brows furrowed, a slight pout on his lips, Eddie’s stomach turned.

“Don’t.” he warns him, getting up off the couch. Eddie stood in front of Buck, his arms folded. Eddie’s expression was similar to that of his friend’s - furrowed brows but a scowl present rather than a pout.

Buck watched his friend, the way his little forehead lines popped up whenever his brows furrowed. Eddie looked older, his youthfulness disappearing as the months passed by- it didn’t mean that he was any different. To Buck, Eddie was the handsomest man on the planet and nothing would change that.

“Don’t what?” Buck’s expression softened, Eddie shook his head. “Don’t give me that look- don’t pity me. I’m fine.” Eddie spat, his words coming off harsh then intended.

“I didn’t say you weren't” Buck answers, looking up at him. Eddie walked away, leaving him on the couch. It was a few moments before he heard Eddie’s bedroom door shut. He sighed, he knew he could stay and Eddie wouldn't say anything but he felt like he should go, it wasn't right.

A folded piece of paper was left on the kitchen table, Eddie’s name scrawled onto it.

‘Headed home, didn’t feel right to stay. Have all the space and time you need. If you and Chris are still up for it, we can go to the zoo tomorrow, if not it’s cool or maybe Chris and I can go by ourselves, give you the day to yourself.

Let me know.

Buck.’

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“I love you”

The 3 words ringing in his head, he could feel the eyes burning into him- his team all looking at him and at Buck. As well as Ana, who was looking at him for an answer and Athena who had just arrived from work and was looking toward everyone for an answer.

He knew he had to answer her, it’d be weird if he didn’t.

“Thanks” he mumbled, his attention back on his plate.

Maybe he should have pretended he didn’t hear her instead.

Chimney coughed as he choked on his water, he glanced at the man sitting across from him who gave him an apologetic look. Eddie’s answer caught everyone off guard- Hen’s brows raised, Bobby and Athena’s shifty glanced towards each other and to Buck, and Buck himself, the man whose ocean blue eyes were staring right back at his honey brown ones.

Ana cleared her throat, Eddie looked at her. Her brows furrowed slightly but Eddie didn’t say anything. Ana knew what this meant- truthfully, she hadn't meant to say that but it just sort of slipped out. The relationship was still new and she didn’t want to scare him off.

She also knew that Eddie wasn't in love with her, rather he was in love with the blonde man at the end of the table, the same man that was staring at her boyfriend.

“Bobby,” Ana speaks up, “Thank you for having me but I'll be going now.”

“Are you sure you can't stay for dessert ? I have brownies in the oven” he asks her with a smile on his face.

“Thank you, but I can’t. I’ve got some paperwork that needs to be to the board by tomorrow. Maybe another time” she smiles at him and he nods.

“Well thanks for joining us, it was nice to meet you.”

Everyone watches as Ana gets up from the table, her hand placing on Eddie’s shoulder, letting him know that she’s leaving. “I’ll walk you out” he also gets up, his hand on her lower back as they make their way to the stairs.

As soon as they reach the parking lot, she turns to him. “I’m sorry” they both say to each other at the same time.

“What are you sorry for?” he asks her. If anyone was in the wrong, it was him.

“For blurting out that I loved you in front of your entire team- especially when I know I'm not the one you’re in love with” a small smile on her lips, her hand patting his chest.

“Ana-” Eddie was shocked, she knew? Of course she knew. She worked with children, children lie all the time, the fact that he thought she didn’t was stupid.

“No, I know.” Ana sighs but smiles. “I never meant to hurt you” Eddie tells her, she can hear the sincerity in his voice.

“I know that too- you can't help who you fall in love with, Edmundo. If it’s him, tell him.” She looks up at the man in front of her, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Her hand still against his chest, his hand now on top of her.

She steps away, Eddie’s hand holding her back from moving further. He was looking at her like a lost puppy.

“Him?” he questions, the one word coming off so dumbfounded.

Ana chuckled at his obliviousness. “Buck- Everyone can see the way the two of you look at each other, everyone except you apparently” she chuckles once more. Eddie loosens his hold on her hand, she's now by her car with the door open.

“Text me sometime, just cause this didn’t work doesn't mean we can't be friends” she flashes him a smile before getting in the car. Eddie watches as Ana pulls out of the parking lot, he even waves to her but her words catch him off guard.

He stood in the middle of the parking lot, staring off into space. The sound of the alarm going off snapped him out of his empty thoughts. He ran back in, Buck coming down the stairs just as he re-enters the building.

“You okay man ?” Buck stops at the bottom of the stairs, Eddie nods. “Yeah, I'm okay” he tells him, Buck pats his shoulder and runs off to get his gear. Eddie pauses for a moment before following Buck.

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7am.

Shift doesn’t start until 9 but he couldn’t sleep.

Eddie paces through his house until he hears the knock on the door. He pulls the door open, partially hoping it’s Buck but is met with Carla instead.

“Morning sugar” she steps in, Eddie hums and goes back to pacing.

She shuts the door quietly, stepping past him and heads to the kitchen to make herself come coffee.

“Is little man still sleeping?” she calls out to Eddie who’s now pacing by the entryway of the kitchen, he hums again.

She had only been there for a few minutes but she already knows something’s on his mind.

“Alright soldier, sit. Let’s talk” she takes a seat at the table, Eddie keeps pacing. Her look catches his glance, a pointed look with a brow raised- Eddie sits across from her.

“What’s on your mind ?” she gets back up when the kettle goes off, making a cup of coffee for herself and a cup of tea for Eddie. Eddie sighs, his head resting flat on the table, “love sucks” he groans when he lifts his head back up.

She laughs softly, “trouble with your girl ?” “not exactly” he looks up at her. She sits down again, waiting for Eddie to explain what he meant by that. “Ana let it slip that she loves me when we were at dinner with the team, I said thanks” he groaned once more.

Carla bit the inside of her cheek, resisting the urge to laugh, “you said thanks ?” she asks, coughing to stifle a laugh.

“I apologized to her and she said that I should tell him that I love him and not her”

“Buck ?” she sips her coffee, Eddie was once again, shocked.

“You know?”

“Honey, I've known from the day I met you.” Eddie hums, seems that everyone realized but him. “She’s right though- you should tell him before it's too late. Life’s short Eddie.”

Eddie sprung up from his seat, he rounded the table and cupped Carla’s face. “You’re right, you’re so right” he kisses her forehead before grabbing his keys, “I’ll be back in time for school!” he shouts on his face out the door. Carla laughed, the poor man was now realizing that he was in love after 4 years - better late than sorry.

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The door opens, Buck’s hair dishevelled and a pair of sweatpants hung on his waist. “Eddie ?” Buck blinks back the tiredness, it was clear that he only just woken up.

“I love you” Eddie blurts out before he loses the courage to tell him.

“Ed- What ?” Buck looked at his friend like he was a crazy person- although he had been waiting to hear those words, he was confused as to what brought on the sudden confession.

Eddie pushed past Buck, stepping into the apartment. He paced for a moment before turning to Buck, who was now leant against the closed door.

“I love you and before you say anything, I know this is crazy” Eddie says, Buck hums, listening to him.

“I’ve been in love with you for the last- god I don't even know. I’ve recently realized that the reason you’re always around is because I love you and so does Christopher but I just- everyone seems to see how in love we are and life is too short to not tell those you love that you love them. So here I am,” Eddie glances at the clock, “7:47 in the morning to tell you that I love you.” he sighs. It feels like a weight had been lifted off his chest.

Buck studied the man in front of him, the same dishevelled hair from sleep, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, not exactly a typical ‘going out Eddie Diaz’ outfit.

Buck smiled, stepping towards Eddie. “Did you roll out of bed and have that epiphany?”

“um, not exactly. I was in the kitchen with Carla” he admits, Buck hums. “Do you have any idea how long I have been waiting to hear those words ?” he’s now in front of Eddie.

“No, but I’m glad I said them” Eddie smiles, Buck’s hands cupping his face and his forehead rests against his.

“Tell me again” Buck says, barely above a whisper.

“I have the rest of my life to tell you”

“You’re the one that said life is short” he smiles, Eddie rolls his eyes playfully.

“I love you Buck”

“And I love you Eddie.

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sleepysnk · 3 years

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I GOT THIS IDEA FROM A FRIEND @trashgremlin36 so ima feed y'all willy simps AGAIN. i wrote this late so my bad for any spelling mistakes or grammar errors 😀✨. HE NEEDS FLUFF BYE OKAY. i hope you guys enjoy 😏

She's Not You

Pairings: Willy Tybur x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight angst

(Y/N) shivered as she walked along the streets with her now boyfriend Willy. The chill fall air made her skin cold.

"I told you.. wear a jacket or something," Willy said, laughing a bit at his girlfriends actions.

She looked at him with annoyance. "Uh it was your idea for the shirt! Don't lie there," she replied, rolling her eyes playfully.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and smiled down at her. "I'm just messing with you. Look, we should head home if you're cold. Don't need you catching a cold," he said, stopping beside a store.

"Wait... is that Gucci? I want to go to Gucci," (Y/N) said, staring at the store next to her. "Please! I promise I'll be fast." she pleaded, staring up at Willy with pleading eyes.

Willy smiled at her cuteness, taking out his wallet and handing her his card. "Go crazy, but be back quickly." he replied, kissing her head. "I'll have the car ready for you love," he added, taking out his keys.

She took his card and grinned as she walked into the luxurious store. The worker greeted her as she walked around, before she could never afford Gucci. Even thinking about clothes as a college student made her bank feel nervous. She was originally just Willy's sugar baby, he always gave her money, he even paid off her debt. She was incredibly thankful for him.

That's when the spark formed between them about six months into the agreement.

Though only being about five years younger than him, she felt something, as well as Willy. Then one day, he just came clean to her about it. Of course, she didn't deny what she felt, and here they are now.. in a serious relationship.

(Y/N)'s eyes wandered around the different items in the store, from expensive handbags worth more than her rent, to perfumes and colognes that smelled amazing.

"$1000? Damn.." she said, placing the perfume onto the counter.

She wandered deeper into the store when she felt someone's eyes on hers. When she turned she saw a woman with black hair staring at her. Feeling uncomfortable, she moved a bit away. Until the woman spoke.

"You're (Y/N) (L/N) right?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

She felt awkward talking to this woman, who looked oddly familiar. "U-Um.. yes?" she replied, furrowing her brows. "Who's asking?" she asked, nodding her head.

The woman chuckled which made (Y/N) confused. Was the woman mocking her?

"Oh sweetheart.. do you even know who I am?" she asked, laughing a bit more.

(Y/N) shook her head, maybe she got her confused with someone else? But how the hell did she know her name? She's never seen this woman in her damn life. It made her freaked out knowing someone knew her.

Before she could speak a hand was on her shoulder. "(Y/N)- oh, funny to see you here Anastasia," she knew that voice to be Willy's.

"It is funny to see you too Willy," the woman who she assumed to be 'Anastasia' replied.

(Y/N) swallowed, feeling the tension becoming thick between them. "U-Um.." she said, looking back at her boyfriend who had a serious expression on his face.

"Here darling, take the keys and go to the car." Willy said, holding out his keys for her to take.

"Darling? Is this your new mate?" Anastasia asked, eyeing (Y/N).

Who was she? Did Willy know her or something? She knew he worked with many people, and many people knew who he was. He was a well-known CEO, and most people respected him for his business.

"In fact she is, but I don't understand why you're even speaking to her. Personally, I don't know how you even know her name either." Willy said, clenching his jaw.

Anastasia laughed, staring at her. "People talk Willy, your line of business isn't exactly a secret. In my opinion, you can do better. Did you find her at a strip club? I never knew you liked the younger crowd either," she said, crossing her arms.

Ouch.

(Y/N) felt a sting in her heart at her words. Was this an ex-girlfriend or something? Why was she being so rude? Insecurity washed over her as she stood there. Did she really look bad?

"Look Anastasia, I'm not arguing with you on this in the middle of a store. What happened between us is over and final, get over it." Willy said, seriousness dripping from his voice. "Come on (Y/N)," he said, taking her hand in his.

Anastasia gritted her teeth watching as the two exited the store. "Pathetic," she said, looking around the store once more.

(Y/N) got into Willy's car and sat there taking in what had just happened. She still had one question, who was that woman? She recognized her, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

The drive home was silent and awkward. No words were spoken between the two, but Willy knew something was wrong with her. (Y/N) was never this quiet, she was usually talkative, but now she just seemed uninterested.

Arriving home, (Y/N) got out of the car and made her way up to the apartment they both shared. The tension was becoming too much for Willy, she seemed pissed. Did she even know that was his ex-wife?

(Y/N) felt sick to her stomach. The woman's words echoed into her head, she felt her confidence hit the ground. Which is usually never like her. She tossed her clothes and put on a more comfortable outfit, lying down on the bed they shared. Her mind replayed the whole scenario a million times. Whoever she was, the woman was beautiful, her black hair, and her attractive face gave it away. Maybe she was some fancy assistant Willy hooked up with awhile back, she was aware he had many flings before meeting (Y/N).

Who could blame the woman for those words? Compared to (Y/N), the woman seemed more professional. She was still young, that woman had to be around his age. (Y/N) let the insecurities rush into her head.

(Y/N) sulked for the next 30 minutes about everything that went down. She wasn't even sure where Willy was, he usually would follow her into their room, but he didn't which was odd for him.

Placing her phone on the nightstand, she heard the door opened to their room.

Speak of the devil.

She looked back seeing Willy leaning against the doorframe. He seemed to be studying her, something he was good at.

"I noticed you were upset so I gave you time for yourself. Mind telling me what's going on?" he asked, shutting the door behind him.

(Y/N) sighed, standing up and leaning against the wall. "I don't know... it's just.. everything that happened today was bothering me," she replied, avoiding his gaze.

He loosened his tie and sat down on the edge of the bed. "(Y/N) what that woman said wasn't true. You don't look like a 'stripper' and you sure as hell don't have to worry," he said, looking at her.

(Y/N) looked up, his eyes staring right at her. "Who even was that woman? Does she know you or something?" she asked, furrowing her brows with confusion.

He let out a sigh. "That woman, Anastasia, is my ex-wife," he replied, looking down at the floor.

It all made sense.

(Y/N) knew of an ex-wife before, Willy made her aware after noticing a wedding ring on his table. He stated that before meeting her he was going through a nasty divorce, his ex-wife was apparently a basket case. It was him who filed for it, but he never exactly went into detail on why he wanted one. It was all a mystery to her.

"O-Oh.. I see," she said, chewing on her bottom lip. "I could see why you married her, she's beautiful." she added.

His eyes averted to look at his girlfriend seeming upset. More upset than before actually.

"(Y/N)... please, come here." he said, reaching his hand out for her.

She hesitated but made her way in front of him, fingers wrapped around her hands. His eyes stared up at her.

"Do you even know why I divorced her?" Willy asked, raising a brow.

(Y/N) shook her head. "No.. you never really went into much detail that day. I figured it was too much to ask," she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

He sighed. "There's multiple reasons my love, for one Anastasia wanted so much from me. She wanted children four months into our marriage and we didn't even have a place yet, then she accused me of cheating on her on multiple occasions. Which wasn't true at all, I always remained loyal throughout our marriage. There were days we had that were good, but it all turned sour about a year and a half in. We argued everyday, from the moment we woke up to the moment we went to bed, we argued. She'd send people to watch me at work or if I wasn't home early enough she'd get pissed off," he explained, staring at the floor. "Then one day, I found her in bed with one of her co-workers. That's when I filed for divorce," he added.

(Y/N) stared down at him, taking in all the information. He really went through all of that? It made her sick to her stomach.

"She was beautiful yes, but behind her beauty was an ugly truth. I loved her, I really did, but I wasn't happy anymore. The divorce was horrible as well, she didn't want one, but luckily my lawyer got her to sign the papers." he said, playing with her hands.

(Y/N) nodded. "That's horrible, I couldn't imagine putting you through that. She sounds so bad," she replied.

Willy chuckled. "You're telling me, but that's besides the point. What my point is, (Y/N) she's not you. Don't compare yourself to Ana, she's way different than you. You have nothing to be insecure about," he said, staring up at her. "Trust me, I can see that your heart is pure." he added, kissing her hand.

His words began to put her at ease. (Y/N) knew she was better than Anastasia, she could never imagine putting Willy through something like that. It just isn't inside of her.

"You're right, I don't think I can imagine myself being like her." she said, laughing a bit. "She just seems so.. professional you know? And when she said that stuff to me, it kind of hurt." she added.

He nodded his head. "It's understandable, for some reason Ana always had something to say about other women. Trust me, that kind of attitude is unprofessional, but don't worry darling, you're special to me and I don't care what she has to say." he replied, giving her a smile.

She stared at the ground. "I guess you're right," she replied, smiling a bit.

Willy looked up with a grin. "You want to know a secret?" he asked, nodding.

(Y/N) looked down at him with confusion. "Sure, what is it?" she asked.

He chuckled a bit. "She still tries to come back to me every now and then. I've had to turn her away millions of times," he said, rolling his eyes.

Her brows raised and a laugh escaped her mouth. "Really? I mean.. isn't there something in divorce papers that says you can't see them or something?" she asked. "I also wanna know how she knows my name," she added, shaking her head.

He shrugged. "Couldn't say, she probably saw us together a few times, but trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I'll never go back to her, you're the only one I love." he said, putting his hands on her hips.

She felt sparks come from his touch, her heart fluttering at his words. "I guess you're right," she said, putting her hands onto his.

He smirked. "When have I ever been wrong?" he asked, looking up at her. "Now.. come here, let me make all of your insecurities go away, hm?" he said, pulling her body closer to his.

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cherishingstydia · 3 years

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5+1 - Five times Buddie tried to confess their newfound romantic feelings to each other and the one time someone else did it for them?

thank you for the idea! Hope you like it.

Buck took a deep breath as he looked at Eddie and Chris. These nights always cemented the fact that he’s not only in love with Eddie, but this is what he wants everyday for the rest of his life just the three of them, and maybe some more kids at some point.

Eddie is his perfect match. He really never expected to find someone and really never thought it would be a man, but he doesn’t care he just wants Eddie. Tonight’s the night, once Chris goes to bed he’s gonna rip off the bandaid...tell Eddie the truth.

Buck waited in anticipation as Eddie finished tucking Chris in. His heart was pounding, his breathing was erratic and he couldn’t sit still.

“You ok?” Eddie smiled

“Uh yeah great.”

“You sure.”

“Of course I just wanted to tell you something.”

“Ok.” Eddie said sitting next to Buck.

“Eddie I love...I love game night, but I’m not gonna make it this week...I have plans.” Buck lied, and it was a terrible lie because he definitely did not have plans.

“A date?” Eddie asked and Bucks sure Eddie looks upset.

“No, no date for me. I just I have some laundry and cleaning I need to do and that’s the only free time I’ll have this week.” Buck said. Another lie. The truth has to be easier than this.

“We can do it at your place...game night I mean. Then I can help you.” Eddie said softly.

Damnit there’s no way to say no. No way to turn down Eddie and Chris time.

“You’d do that for me.”

“Buck I’d do anything for you.” Eddie said placing his hand on Bucks thigh.

“Ok. Game night at my place.”

Eddie was nervous. Bucks coming over, but only Buck and him will be there. Chris is at a sleepover and most nights it’s just the three of them, which is actually how Eddie prefers it. This isn’t the first time he’s been in love. After Shannon he wasn’t sure how to move on and when he dated Ana he liked her, but something was off. He figured out later it was the skateboard incident and how she reacted vs how Buck reacted. That’s when he knew for sure Buck was the one.

“Hey.” Eddie smiled as Buck walked through the door.

“Hey.” Buck yawned.

“Sorry I’m so boring.” Eddie teased.

“Nah. Just tired Albert and Veronica are...really loud.”

“Why don’t they just stay at her place.”

“Oh they do.” Buck rolled his eyes.

Eddie sat next to Buck making sure he wasn’t too close, even though they’re usually so close their bodies are pressed together, but he knows if he’s too close he’ll lose his nerve.

“I uh need to use the bathroom.” Eddie said excusing himself.

You can do this. It’s not a big deal. Just say it “Buck I wanna be more than friends.” No not that “Buck I like you.” Well it’s more than like but the L word might scare Buck, even though Eddie knows he loves him. “Buck you’re hot as fuck.” Nope nope nope not that one. That sounds purely sexual, and as much as Eddie is sexually attracted to Buck that’s not all there is. It’s really all the small things about Buck and his personality that drew Eddie in. Ok straight forward. “I have romantic feelings for you.” Maybe that works. No speak from the heart.

Eddie walked out of the bathroom not confident in what he’d say, but confident it’s time to tell Buck....who is passed out asleep on the couch.

“I can wake up.” Buck yawned.

“No. I’ll get you a blanket. Lay down and get some rest.”

Buck obeyed and Eddie covered him placing a small kiss on Bucks temple. Buck didn’t seem to notice, but that’s ok it’s not their time yet.

Buck looked at Eddie from across the station and sighed. Why was it so difficult telling him. Ok he knows why because it could potentially ruin the best friendship he’s ever had, but most people think of their spouse as their best friend right? So maybe that’s why their friendship is unlike any other he’s ever had because they belong together.

There’s 5 hours of the shift left, but a wave of confidence hit Buck. He strutted over to Eddie who smiled.

“What’s up?” Eddie grinned.

“Can we talk?”

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah I uh just need to say this.” Buck said before the bell went off.

Saved by the bell...more like blocked by the bell. Buck sighed.

“We can talk later.” Eddie nodded.

Later...later will there be any confidence left?

After returning to the station Eddie stopped Buck.

“Do you wanna continue our conversation? It seemed important.”

“Eddie I...can’t remember.” Buck hated that he said that he wanted to just blurt out “I love you” but that might scare Eddie off, and that confidence from earlier had fizzled out. Today is so not the day.

Today was gonna be the day...again. Buck was coming over to make dinner. Chris had a last minute sleepover invite. Which Eddie was happy his son was so excited, and happy for some alone time with Buck, but it was scary.

Buck showed up in a tight blue shirt not only making his eyes pop but accentuating his muscles. Eddie felt guilty ogling his best friend, but when Buck looks this good it s hard not to.

“You ok?” Buck asked as he began to cook.

Eddie sat on the counter near by.

“Yeah I just. Do you ever have something you think you need to say, but you don’t know what will happen. Like it could ruin something great, but if you say it then the thing you already have could be even greater.” Eddie sighed.

“I guess I don’t know for sure, but I feel like you just go on your instincts. Do what you think is best. Trust your gut....I mean obviously You have no gut just rock hard abs, but you get it. Does that help?”

“ I think.” Eddie but his lip.

“Do you wanna talk about it? See if I can help?”

Yes. Of course we really need to talk about it.

“Uh no...it’s nothing big.” Eddie lied.

“Well I’m here anytime...really even if you ever need to call late at night to talk you can. Don’t worry if I’m asleep or not. I’ll be here...always.”

Eddie felt like his heart was doing somersaults. Buck is so perfect and caring...it’s really Bucks fault he fell in love with him. If Buck wasn’t such an amazing person, and it was just sexual attraction rather than love and sexual attraction this would a lot easier.

Ok no more hiding.

“Buck.”

“Yeah?” Buck said with a smile that melts Eddies heart.

“I-” Eddie said before Buck cut him off.

“Sorry hold that thought I don’t want the food to burn.”

Buck returned shorty with two plates piled high full of delicious food.

“Ok so what were we talking about?” Buck asked in a serious tone.

“I was just telling you how much I appreciate you cooking for me.”

“Anytime.” Buck smiled.

And another failed attempt. Bucks totally worth it. Eddie wants to tell him, but the thought of potentially messing up their friendship is what makes it so scary. Every time he tries to tell him it’s like something always gets in his way. Is this fates way of telling him not to say anything?

Buck looked across the bar as he saw a woman practically throwing herself at Eddie....ok she was just talking, but still it made Buck feel an overwhelming wave of jealousy. A shitty bar isn’t really the place to confess your undying love, but now he feels like he has to.

Buck plopped on the chair next to Eddie. He knew it was weird l, but when he got there the words didn’t wanna come out. Not in a way that would make any sense.

“Hey Buck wanna help me carry the drinks back to our table?” Eddie smiled.

“Uh yeah.”

“So Uh why didn’t you keep talking to her. She’s pretty and seemed into you.”

“She’s not my type.”

“What is your type.”

“It’s not that I really have a type its more a feeing....I can usually tell pretty quick by the way I feel around that person, and I wasn’t feeling it.”

So if Eddie can feel it quickly, but hasn’t said anything yet then maybe that means he’s not into Buck. He has no feelings for him. It’s unreciprocated and the pain in his chest is unbearable he almost feels like he’s at the point where he wants to cry, but he’s in so much pain he can’t.

“Buck you ok?” Eddie asked.

The words echoed through Bucks mind.

“I’m not feeling so well maybe I should go.”

“I’ll drive you home I haven’t had anything to drink yet.”

“Uh no I’ll call an Uber.” Buck said. He wanted Eddie to take him home, but maybe once he’s not around Eddie the pain will lessen.

+1.

Hen and Karen were having everyone other for a game night. Although they had ulterior motives. Everyone was sick and tired of Buck and Eddies shit. They were either pining, moping, or gazing longingly at each other all the time.

Hen was very aware of both of their feelings considering they both confided in her. They both admitted how they keep trying to tell each other, but something kept holding them back. She wanted to say you love him he loves you now be together, but it’s not her place to be so straight forward. She tried and tried to encourage them to just be honest, but they were both too stubborn.

“Buck, Eddie can you grab the folding table out of my bedroom closet?” Hen asked earning a glare from both men.

As soon as they both entered the room hen shut the door and then pushed a chest in front of it barricading the door.

“You two need to talk...about what you keep talking to me about. The thing you both want to say. I know you know what I mean. I’ll let you out when you finally talk.” Hen said.

“Hen.” Buck groaned as he jiggled the door knob.

Eddie sat on the bed.

“Fine I’ll say it blurt it out.” Eddie let out a deep breath.

“I love you.” Buck sighed as he approached Eddie. “Like I’m in love with you. I’ve tried and tried to tell you but I can’t seem to ever get the words out.”

“Buck I’ve been trying to tell you the same thing for so long. I didn’t wanna scare you, but I love you and I can’t believe you feel it too.”

Buck practically tackled Eddie pushing him back on the bed straddling and kissing him.

Moments later Hen was knocking on the door.

“You guys good.”

“Yeah we uh talked.” Buck panted.

“Give is a few more minutes...to talk.” Eddie panted.

“Do not have sex in my room.” Hen said pushing the chest out of the way. “You’re free to come out here now.”

“Oh we aren’t gonna have sex here. When we do I wanna hear every sound I can pull from Buck. If we did it hear he might try to muffle those sounds.”

“Walking away now!” Hen said.

“Eddie should we go back to my place.” Buck whispered.

“Isn’t that rushing this a bit?”

“We don’t have to do anything I just wanna be alone with you.” Buck smiled climbing off of Eddie.

“Ok.” Eddie smiled.

When they walked out to the living room everyone applauded .

“Finally!” Maddie laughed.

“Hey uh so we’re gonna go. We kinda need to talk some more.” Eddie said.

“Thanks Hen for forcing us to admit our feelings.” Buck smiled.

“Hey I knew you both felt it you just needed a little push.” Hen smiled.

#buddie #cherishingstydiawrites

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Of All the Places

Epilogue

Pairing: Loki x reader Series Summary: Washing up in a small town in Oklahoma was definitely not part of Loki’s plan when he came to conquer Midgard. There is one good thing about it, though: No one recognizes him as the one who just wreaked havoc in New York. So, Loki plans to recover from the battle and move on with his life. The only problem? He’s not sure he can leave you. Chapter Summary: Loki reflects on his new life with you. Chapter Warnings: straight fluff peeps A/N: Here it is, the very end of the story! The last chapter posted a few moments ago, so make sure to check that out before this. To everyone who’s taken the time to read, comment, like, reblog, theorize, or talk to me about this story at all, I’m honestly honored. It’s been a wild ride and, seriously, y’all are the best! Well, I hope you enjoy! Happy reading friends :)

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“Loki? When is mommy coming home?” Matt asked the god whose lap he was currently sitting on.

“Any second now, little one. Do not fret,” he replied with a smile.

Months after the Battle of Oklahoma City, Loki was happily living with you and your family once again. It took a considerable amount of convincing to get Director Fury to agree, but eventually he did. Even worse was having to talk Odin into the arrangement. Did it hurt to be exiled from his childhood home? Of course, but Frigga came down to Midgard to visit when she could. And being banished to go live with his beloved wasn’t so bad, either. Still, Odin had thought that it was a fitting punishment for him to have to spend his days among the mortals he once intended to conquer.

Thor was his brother’s biggest advocate, somewhat surprisingly, and Loki would be forever grateful. While Loki hadn’t actually been there for the negotiations, supposedly Thor fought every charge brought against him with impressive intelligence and eloquence. Loki was pretty sure he was exaggerating as he was so wont to do, but who knows? The world is full of surprises, after all.

Speaking of surprises, your family just had a huge one. Ana had given birth to twins! She and John had been prepared for that, but they hadn’t told the rest of you. Loki would forever remember the way your face lit up when you heard the news. Your smile was, well, there was no other way to describe it than angelic. And the look you’d given him when he held one of the newborns completely melted his heart. Now you were all waiting for John to drive his wife and two new kids home from the hospital. As far as Loki was concerned, life was perfect. Well, almost.

Thanos was still out there, which did cause some concern for the trickster god. But Thor was looking for him right at the very moment, so Loki would have to put his trust in his brother. Once he found that evil Titan, though, Loki would be first in line to join the troops in the battle against him. Even help lead them, perhaps. Thanos’s very existence was a threat to you and your family, which Loki held so dear. He’d stop at nothing to thwart the villain.

Ah yes, villainy. A concept Loki had struggled with for so long. Was he one or just the victim of bad circumstances? According to you, who Loki was inclined to believe, he was a hero. Once he’d told you the whole truth, you were quick to reassure him it was not his fault. Did he plot against his brother and father to take the throne of Asgard? Well, yes, that he was guilty of, but even then his motives were understandable. It did help ease his guilt, but that feeling would gnaw at his heart every now and again. Whenever it did, though, you made sure to pepper his face with kisses, hug him close, and tell him he’d saved Midgard. That he saved you. That he was a hero.

“Hey, handsome,” you greeted sitting down next to him. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, my darling. Just thinking, is all.”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Oh, I am just thinking about life. It is a beautiful thing, I realize now,” he said, taking your hand to place a kiss to it. “And thanking the Norns that I am luckiest man alive.”

You’d made it very clear to Denzel that you did not want to be with him anymore. Once you and Loki were officially together, he did back off. It was somewhat reluctant, but he did it nonetheless. And he even managed to be pleasant and friendly when you and Loki ran into him in town. But the bottom line is, there was no one trying to come between you and your prince anymore.

“And why is that?” you asked, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Because I somehow won your heart.”

“Loki,” you gushed. “You have to stop taking all of these cliches or there will be none left for me! But still, thanks, my knight in shining armor.”

“See, there are plenty for you! But as you wish, my love,” he laughed. “I will just have to write you poems and serenades instead.”

You got very flustered at that. He had sung for you once, as promised, and his voice was even more beautiful than you had imagined. The thought of him singing something of his own creation made you swoon, especially if it was written for you. You poked him for laughing at your embarrassment, but before you could tease him back, the front door opened.

“Mommy!” Matt cheered, pulling himself away from the TV show he was immersed in. “Daddy! Did you bring the babies?”

“Yes, small fry,” John laughed. “We brought your new brother and sister.”

“Yay! I wanna see! I wanna see!”

Ana went to sit on the couch with her daughter, and John followed with their two sons. Matt’s new younger siblings laughed as he waved to them. It made the four-year-old smile.

“This is your little sister, Scarlett,” Ana told Matt. “And your little brother. James.”

You teared up a little hearing that. You’d already been told, of course, that they named him after your brother, but it still made you emotional. Loki pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. He looked at the happy family and let himself imagine having a family with you for a second. He’d been thinking about it a lot recently, and he realized he wanted to adopt. It was ironic, sure, given his own history. Then again, maybe it made perfect sense. He wanted to be able to give some kid what he hadn’t. Maybe he couldn’t change what happened to him, but he could stop it from happening again. Either way, he would wait until Thanos has been dealt with. After all, he didn’t want the child to be in any danger.

Mama and Papa came out of the kitchen carrying a cake, which Loki was very happy to say he had helped baked. Helped Mama bake it, as a matter of fact. Things were still tense, to say the very least, when he’d first come back to the farm. They were still working on it a little even now, but it was better overall. She was certainly more accepting and picked fewer fights. Mama was happier now, too, something that seemed to take a weight off your shoulders.

Ana made a joke about how she should be trying to get her figure back, but still happily accepted a slice. Your family stayed there until that evening, talking, laughing. The babies were surprisingly quiet, and Loki slowly rocked Scarlett back and forth as she slept, his ability to be nurturing still somewhat shocking him. James was in your arms, and you looked at your nephew with hope in your eyes. After such a dark time, the future was looking bright indeed.

“My darling,” Loki said later that night as you were sitting together on the porch, enjoying each other’s company. “I want to thank you.”

“Oh? What for?” you asked, snuggling close to him.

“For showing me another way. For helping me move on. For accepting me. For everything you’ve ever done. For loving me. All of it. You, my little mortal, are my angel, my savior, my whole heart. And for saving me from myself, I thank you.”

“Oh, Loki. You don’t have to thank me for that. Believe me, it is my pleasure. You’ve saved me so much, too. But you’re right, I do love you, and I always will.”

He whispered your name against your lips in the seconds before he kissed you. Just like every one before and every one after, it was perfect. A promise of love and loyalty. Of trust. It was everything he had ever wanted. You were everything he needed.

Of all the places in the universe the Tesseract could have taken him, it made sense that it chose here. With you, Loki knew he was safe. He knew he was home.

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Robron week - Day 2

This is really really tenous given the prompts, but I loved the idea and I think I made it fit!

I now pronounce you...

Robert couldn't believe now time flew. It felt like only yesterday that he'd met his daughter and now she was getting married. He was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for her, Aaron outside on the excuse of checking the vintage car he'd spent months doing up for his baby girl, but Robert knew better. Aaron knew he wanted a few minutes on his own.

"Dad, you ready?"

"Been ready for hours sweetheart. You know your Dad and I got ready for our wedding in about twenty minutes."

"Which time?" He can hear the laughter in her voice, all three of their children were fascinated by their two weddings and teased them all the time.

"Haha very funny. Now come on, let me see this dress I'm paying for."

"It wasn't that much!"

"Your grandmother took you shopping, I'm sure it cost a pretty penny." He hears her footsteps at the top of the stairs and looks up. "And it's worth every single one."

She looks amazing, far too grown up for his liking. He wishes he could turn back the clock to when she was still tiny, hair in pigtails, begging him to play with her. Now she's fully grown, independent and beautiful and leaving them.

"Will I do?" She does a twirl in front of him the way she always used to, laughing as she does.

"You look beautiful. Your Dad's going to have a heart attack, you know he's not dealing with the fact you're leaving home very well. This might just tip him over the edge."

Aaron had been the one who had interrogated Euan when she'd brought him home, frightening him almost to death when he'd casually mentioned their time in prison over dessert, but in the end even he'd had to admit that they were perfect for each other.

Ana was full of dreams, regardless of any limitations and she'd ended up disappointed numerous times when she'd thought she'd failed, or things hadn't gone the way she'd hoped, but Euan seemed to balance her out, his feet firmly on the ground but fully able to keep up with Ana and her moods that he swore she got from Aaron, even if he insisted different.

"Do you think he minds that I asked you to make the speech?" He shakes his head immediately. He knew Aaron was relieved if anything, never one for public speaking, but Ana had still been worried, creeping down the stairs one night when Aaron was asleep to ask him the best way to broach the subject.

"No, course not. Anyway he's been telling me stuff to put in all week so it's just as much his speech as mine." He holds out his hand to her after checking his watch. "You ready?"

"In a minute. How did you...you and Dad, I know you started as an affair, but how did you know? That it was him you wanted?"

"Oh I don't know, it just crept on me I think. Some days it didn't matter what I had on or what I was doing, I couldn't stop thinking about him, he was there every minute, from when I woke up to when I went to sleep. You know when you've got a crush on someone and they're always in your head, and you can't shift them no matter how hard you try? It was something like that, only a hundred times more. Why?"

"I...s'pose I just wanted to make sure I was doing the right thing. You and Dad have got through everything together, I want me and Euan to be like that."

"Well maybe with a few less visits to the police station, eh?" She glares at him, looking just like Aaron. "And are you?"

"I think so. What if we're not?"

"Then your Dad and I will always be here. This is your home sweetheart, whenever you need it. But, you won't, because that lad survived dinner with your Dad, and an interrogation by your Grandma, and there's not many that can say that now is there." In fact they'd seen off more than a couple of her early boyfriends one way or another which she'd been grateful for eventually. "Right, come on, let's go make your Dad cry eh?"

He takes her arm, leading her outside, seeing Aaron polishing the front of the car. It's been a labour of love and no matter how much he'd complained about it, Robert knew he'd enjoyed every minute.

"There you are! I was beginning to think he'd taught you his escaping out of the bathroom trick." When he finally turns round Robert sees the tears start and he shakes his head a little. "Look at you."

"Dad." She's blushing and his eyes soften as he looks at Aaron. Somehow they've managed to raise three wonderful children. "Would you be really offended if we left the car here, and walked?"

Aaron looks stunned, after the fuss she'd made about it but he nods. "Whatever you want, it's your day. The two of you can drive it to the station later if you want. Your Dad will pick it up."

"I will?"

"Yes. So why the change of mind?"

"Just feel like walking. It's a nice day."

"It's freezing!" He can't help complaining. It was mid December after all. "The church heaters better be switched on!"

"Come on old man, don't want you seizing up do we." With that Aaron takes Ana's other arm and the three of them set off towards the church. When they reach it he's surprised that their other daughter, Sara, isn't waiting for them as she's bridesmaid, but there's no one in sight. "Must all be inside, can't say I blame them."

"No, they're not. Come on." With that Ana lets go of their arm and starts walking.

They end up outside the village hall and he and Aaron both stop when they see the guests gather round the exact spot where they'd got married years earlier. It's decorated with hundreds of lights and it looks like something out of a fairytale.

"What the..."

"It didn't feel right getting married in church, neither of us is religious, and besides the two of you haven't done too badly after getting married here. We decided to surprise you."

"How did you do this? I walked up to your Aunt Vic's this morning and there wasn't a single sign of any of this."

"Everyone helped. Seb was in charge, which means it's a miracle that it's all working right but anyway...surprise!"

He doesn't know what to say, and he can see Aaron doesn't either, he's just standing there, mouth open.

"Well done, munchkin, you've managed to stun them into silence." Seb ambles over, the tie of his suit already loose and his hair all over the place.

"Don't call me that! Idiot!" She manages to punch him in the arm before he darts away, her aim always good. "It's my wedding day, you're meant to be nice to me!"

"Yeah yeah." He grins at her before kissing her cheek. "Good luck...munchkin. You look amazing."

When he's gone she falters almost and Robert knows exactly what it is, nerves, a little bit of sadness that this part of life is over and a new one is beginning.

"You ready sweetheart?" Aaron's there, as always, calm and reassuring and she nods, taking his arm once more, looking at Robert to take the other. "Let's get you married then."

#robron week #rw2021 #just made it in time #the most tenuous link to the prompt ever #that's what I get for leaving it to the last minute!

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Our Forgotten Devils: Chapter One

Hi darlings! So, in honour of reaching 100 followers earlier this week, I’ve decided to post the first draft of the opening chapter of Our Forgotten Devils! (Still very much a work in progress, but it’s a start!) 💛

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I: The Knocking Unceasing

It’s a little after midnight when I wake up. My awareness of myself and my surroundings returns slowly and, when it does, the first things I notice are the sore neck and the twisted spine, a consequence of falling asleep on my cheap sofa while watching some god-awful spy thriller earlier in the night. I rub my eyes with a clumsy fist and an involuntary groan of discomfort, dragging myself into a position that vaguely resembles sitting upright.

Reluctantly, I open my eyes fully, and I regret it a mere second later. In the corner across from me, the TV is still turned on, sending a harsh glaring light emanating through my living room which stings my tired eyes. The program has changed now, though: gone is the cliche crap from earlier. Instead, a newsreader wearing a crisp navy business suit and a fixed grim expression stares blankly straight into the camera, reading aloud from the prompts in front of her.

“... a body, discovered this morning, which is the third murder in the city since last week. A police department spokesperson has confirmed this evening that, like the previous murders, the victim was found slit open from neck to navel. Local residents have been urged to avoid travelling alone late at-”

I manage to dig the remote out from where it had been lost between the sofa cushions and punch the OFF button firmly. No one in their right mind wants to listen to that shit when they’re alone in their apartment in the middle of the night, and I’m no exception. Too many real-life horror stories at midnight and my imagination will start to give eyes and limbs to the shadows that creep around the dim corners of my apartment. Already the darkness pressing in on me from all sides has begun to make me a little uneasy, and I see no good reason to make that worse. Something nags in the back of my mind - that odd feeling you get when you think you should remember something but you don’t - but I dismiss it. I’ll only overthink it, like I usually do, and by that point any hope of sleep will be nothing more than an unachievable fantasy.

There’s silence now. I push myself up off the sofa, fully intending to head for the comfort of my bed, when something stops me in my tracks. The silence is suddenly shattered by a sharp knock on my front door. It startles me enough that I jump backwards almost on instinct, and the back of my shin collides with the pointed corner of the glass coffee table, causing me to swear under my breath.

The knocking continues - harsh, forceful, almost desperate knocking - and I make my way to the door, stumbling over my own abandoned shoes. I have no idea who the hell could possibly be looking for me in the middle of the night, but there’s something about the urgency of that insistent knocking that makes me rush to answer it. It takes me a few minutes of fumbling to get the bolt and chain undone and, as I do, my mind races. I’m not sure who I expect to see on the other side of the door, and my brain is working overtime trying to figure it out in the next ten seconds - family? a friend? the police, even? - but none of the answers I can come up with ease the tug of anxiety in my stomach. In my experience, if something is serious enough to warrant an interruption in the middle of the night, chances are it’s not going to be good news.

In a decisive attempt at silencing my anxiety, I yank open the door.

A figure stands in my doorway. It takes me a minute, as my eyes sweep over their profile, but when the realisation finally hits me, it does so with enough force to knock the air from my lungs.

“Alex…” It comes out like a gasp, faint and surprised.

I don’t know what it was that I expected to see when I opened that door, but it sure as hell wasn’t Alexander Michaelis. I haven’t heard a thing from him in just over five years; ever since he left town in a hurry one cold September morning, since all my texts and calls were met first with single sentences, then with one-word answers, and then finally with radio silence. Standing in front of me now, he looks the same as he did back then - a little older, of course, but otherwise identical - and the sight causes my heart to miss a beat.

Alex shifts nervously, his eyes downcast, studiously examining the threadbare hallway carpet. “I- I didn’t know where else to go.” His voice sounds shaky, almost frightened, and it makes my anxiety return with force. “Can I- can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I say automatically. For a moment, that’s all I can say, my mind somewhat overwhelmed with shock and confusion. “Yeah, of course. What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

Alex doesn’t answer me right away. He hesitates in the hallway for a moment, gaze flickering between the floor and my face like he can’t believe I’m really standing in front of him. I imagine my face must look something similar. He takes a step across the threshold and into my apartment, but he doesn’t get much further than that before he all but collapses into me. My arms move to hold him almost of their own accord: it’s like a reflex, something I couldn’t control even if I wanted to. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that, but it doesn’t matter, I’ve got more important things to think about right now. Like the fact that Alex isn’t wearing any kind of jacket, and I realise that he’s cold as ice and shaking like a leaf.

“Christ, you’re freezing!” I mutter, even though I don’t suppose that information will be a surprise to him.

I lead him into my apartment and across to the kitchen, and he follows easily but unsteadily, as if he’s uncertain on his feet. I sit him down at the kitchen table, in the chair closest to the radiator which I reach down and turn up to full. Alex stares blankly in front of him, running his forefinger repetitively across one of the grooves in the wooden table. Shrugging my own jacket off, I drape it around his shoulders like some pathetic excuse for an emergency blanket. He pulls it tighter around himself and mumbles a quiet “thanks”, while I busy myself with switching the kettle on.

Once it’s boiled, I fill two chipped mugs with steaming tea and sit down opposite him, pushing one of the mugs across the table towards him. Tea was always my nana’s solution to everything. Too cold? Tea. Can’t sleep? Tea. Flynn’s having a panic attack again? Tea. I suppose she rubbed off on me more than I thought. Alex takes the tea with one hand and offers me a small smile, though his eyes are still staring downwards and the repetitive movement of his other hand doesn’t stop. My own hands are shaking, almost imperceptibly though, and I don’t quite know why.

As Alex drinks his tea, I take the moment to look at him properly under the harsh flickering kitchen light, and I realise that I was wrong before: he doesn’t look the same. His light blond hair, once sleek and styled, looks like it hasn’t been washed in days, dishevelled in a way that seems to suggest countless hours of nervous hands combing through the platinum strands. His blue eyes, bright and sparkling in my memory, are now dull and tired, bloodshot and rimmed with red. He looks like he’s been through hell and, in spite of the years that have passed, it still makes something clench in my chest.

“Alex, what’s going on?” I ask again.

He drains the last of his tea and carefully sets the mug back down on the table, before lifting his head to meet my gaze. It’s the first time tonight he’s actually properly looked me in the eye. When he finally speaks, his voice is hollow.

“Ana’s missing.”

#wip: our forgotten devils #wip #mywriting #my writing #writeblr #paranormal fiction #supernatural fiction #mystery writing #mystery fiction #writing #original fiction

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Buddie + 47 "This is home?" 😊

Thank you for your patience, nonnie! I know this took me some time to write and post. Loved this prompt, though! This fic features an appearance by Taylor Kelly, and maybe isn't the most friendly towards her? idk, I wasn’t actively trying to write her to be a bad person or anything, but just in case I thought I'd throw a warning for people who like her/like her and Buck.

Buck yawns and leans back into the cushions of the Diaz couch. He’s exhausted, physically and emotionally. They were called to a grizzly pileup on the freeway just before their shift was supposed to end, multiple on scene fatalities, and more that they lost later, in the ambulance. He had a date with Taylor scheduled for after his shift, but he knew before the engine even pulled back into the station that he was going to have to cancel. Not just for himself and his need for rest and recovery, but for Taylor’s sake. He wouldn’t have been a good date in his current state. He texted her from the locker room that his shift had run long and he was going to head home and rest. She texted him back with a “I understand, get some sleep” and that was that.

He followed Eddie home, because neither of them wanted to be alone, and he wanted to see Chris, even for a few minutes before the boy had to go to bed. They exchanged hugs and Buck and Eddie both pressed kisses to the top of Christopher’s head. Ever since Eddie was shot--since he told Buck about his will, since Buck spent the summer living on their couch and taking care of both of them--Buck took on a more parental role with Christopher. They don’t really talk about it, but it’s undeniably true, and Buck loves it. The three of them feel like a family, are a family.

Buck showered at the station, but Eddie hadn’t. Eddie likes to take his time in the shower, making it into a sort of ritual where he scrubs off more than just the grime of the day, but the stress and trauma of it as well. He’s going to be gone awhile. So, Buck settles into the couch and pulls out his phone.

I know it’s not the same, but wanna FaceTime before bed?

Seconds later his phone lights up with the call. He smiles when he answers it.

“Hey, babe!” Her smile is bright and bubbly as always.

“Hey, Taylor,” he says, forcing himself to keep his own smile up. “Sorry about our date.”

“No, no it’s fine…” Taylor trails off, blinking curiously through the screen. “I thought you said you were going home?”

Buck glances around the room behind him and frowns. “This is home?”

She rolls her eyes. “I know what your loft looks like.”

“Oh,” His smile returns. Of course, she’s only been to Eddie’s a few times, she doesn’t recognize it from the bit of it she could see through FaceTime. “I’m at Eddie’s.”

Taylor’s confusion morphs into exasperation. “I should’ve realized.”

“You’ve only been here a few times, it’s--”

“No, I mean I should’ve realized you were blowing me off for him,” she snaps.

It feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water over his head. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m always playing second to Eddie, and I’m getting sick of it,” Taylor’s tone is huffy and irritated and Buck hates it. “It was one thing when he was still recovering. But he’s fine now, so why are you still spending so much time with him?”

“He’s my best friend, Taylor,” Buck narrows his eyes. “Of course I spend time with him.”

She scowls. “How can you be too tired for me, but be sitting on his couch?”

Buck runs a hand through his ungelled curls. “Look, our shift ran long and it was really rough. My therapist says I shouldn’t be alone during times like this, and I happen agree with her--”

“So why not be with me?” Taylor asks, tone shifting from anger to sadness.

“Because Eddie knows exactly where I’m at emotionally,” Buck sighs. “He was there, he saw what I saw. There’s nothing to explain. And he shouldn’t be alone tonight, either. It just makes sense.”

She frowns. “So, that’s it? I’m not a first responder, so I’ll never be able to understand like Eddie?”

His stomach twists. This conversation is starting to sound familiar. “It’s not--”

“How can I understand if you don’t open up to me?”

Buck doesn’t know what to say to that. She’s right, of course. He isn’t open with her. She doesn’t know about his childhood, or about Daniel. She doesn’t know about the nightmares that haunt him, doesn’t know about the waves and ladder trucks, gunshots and explosions. She doesn’t know any of it, and he has no desire to share it with her. Maybe it’s the way she looks at her phone half the time they’re talking, or the fact that they haven’t really talked about her willingness to put Bobby’s trauma on the news, but he still doesn’t trust her, not really.

“You’re right,” he finally says. “I’ve been shutting you out.” She looks hopeful, which makes Buck feel like a huge jerk because this isn’t about to go in the direction she seems to think it will. “I have to be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever feel like opening up to you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh.” She looks so sad, and the part of Buck that’s terrified of disappointing people is two seconds from taking it all back, when she speaks again. “So, where does that leave us, then?”

“I don’t know,” Buck answers honestly. He doesn’t want to be single and lonely again, but he can’t deny any longer that Taylor isn’t right for him.

“I think you do.” She gives him a weak smile.

Buck blinks. Cocks his head to the side in confusion. “What does that mean?”

“Buck, be honest with me, are you in love with Eddie?”

Whatever Buck is expecting her to say, it isn’t that. All at once it feels like all the air in the room has been sucked out. He knows that he feels more for Eddie than could be strictly described as platonic, but he’s been avoiding those feelings for as long as he’s known Eddie. First because he thought he had Abby, then because Eddie was married, then because Eddie was grieving his wife, and then because they weren’t speaking to each other, and then because the pandemic hit and they had other things to focus on, and then because Eddie was dating Ana...It was never the right time, and he was always too afraid of losing Eddie, when he inevitably had to turn Buck down.

But Eddie changed his will, and Eddie broke up with Ana because “she’s not what I want” and Eddie let Buck stay here, for months, taking care of him and Christopher, and Buck knows in his core that he and Eddie are tied together, no matter what.

“Buck?”

He realizes she’s still waiting for an answer. “Yeah, yeah I think I am.”

She nods stiffly. “Right, well then. I guess we’re done here.”

“I guess we are.” Buck shifts uncomfortably. “Can we still be friends?”

“I don’t think so,” Taylor shakes her head.

Buck opens his mouth to respond, to say goodbye, but he’s cut off by a voice coming from the hallway. “You’re in love with me?” Buck looks up to see Eddie standing there in his sweats, hair still damp and dripping from the shower, brown eyes wide with shock.

Oh, fuck. “Taylor, I have to go.”

“I know,” she rolls her eyes. “Goodbye, Buck.”

“Bye, Taylor,” Buck swallows, setting his phone down on the coffee table. “How--How long have you been standing there? I didn’t hear the shower turn off.”

“Long enough,” Eddie steps forward. “You’re in love with me?”

“I--” There’s no point in denying. “Yeah. Is that...okay?”

It’s a stupid thing to say, but it’s all Buck can think to say.

To say Eddie looks dumbfounded would be an understatement. “Is it--What kind of question is that?”

Buck shrugs “Well, y’know. I thought it might make things awkward.”

Eddie shakes his head and shuffles the rest of the way into the living room, so he’s standing right above Buck. “Awkward? Why--What--Like, at work? We’re adults, we can keep things professional.”

“Keep...it...professional…” Buck’s brain processes the words slowly, but when he finally does, his heart sinks. “You don’t want to be friends with me anymore?”

“Um.” Eddie cocks his head to the side, in almost the same movement Buck made just minutes earlier. “Obviously not.”

Buck feels numb. This is it. The end of everything. Just when he thinks he’s found someone who will stay. “W-What about Christopher?”

Again Eddie looks baffled. “What about Christopher? I think he’ll be happy we’re together.”

Time stops. Together? “Uh-Wh-Huh? Together? Like...together-together? Like dating? Each other?”

“Oh.” The confusion melts off Eddie’s face. “Buck. I’m in love with you, too.”

Buck blinks up at him. “You are?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles warmly. “I thought I made that clear when I broke up with Ana and kept asking you to stay, but I guess I should’ve known that I needed to be more explicit with you.”

Buck laughs. “Oh, you think? I’m only in therapy for my abandonment issues, it’s not like I have problems trusting that people want me around or something.”

Eddie leans down and takes Buck’s hands in his. “Evan Buckley, I am deeply in love with you, and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

Buck grins, tightens his grip on Eddie’s hands, and pulls the other man down onto the couch, right into his lap. “How does forever sound?”

“Sounds wonderful.”

Later, after they makeout on the couch like teenagers, after Eddie guides Buck down the hall to his bedroom, after they curl up in each other’s arms, it finally occurs to Eddie to ask. “How exactly did your FaceTime with Taylor end up with her asking if you were in love with me?”

Buck doesn’t open his eyes when he answers. “She asked why I wasn’t at home like I told her I’d be.”

“This is your home.”

Buck smiles and snuggles closer. “I know.”

#buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #my fan fiction

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 3 years

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So I have to just talk about this episode for a second and how out of sorts it felt to me. I have a lot of feelings and I just need to get them out and throw them into the void. I still have my rewatches to do, of course, but I truly am trying to connect some of these events to the characters' overall stories and basic logic.

Let me just start out with I think we're in a very good place with Buddie. But everything outside of that? Whoa.

I'm not saying the episode was bad. It was meant to be intense, a closeup to the chaos arc, and a lot was going on. But did anyone else feel like some things were...not fitting well? The resolution we got to Athena's situation with Hudson and of course thankfully Harry is safe, it all played out well I thought. Though the circumstances around it felt a bit odd to me.

For example, Michael who was married to Athena for such a long time knows she's not going to wait at home, but didn't once think that during a blackout, it might be a good idea to keep track of who is walking in the front door? I get it, be helpful to your neighbors, a very nice thing to do, but how do you know someone walking around the neighborhood won't take advantage of that fact? And not even in the whole they'll eat your food or possibly knock off something kind of way but in a this-person-could-be-potentially-dangerous-to-everyone kind of way. That felt like an odd choice of common sense to not only have Michael being dismissive of but to then call attention to it twice, once of Harry being the one to call Hudson out on not knowing who he is and then showing Hudson helping himself to a drink while Michael and David are having a drink in the background, laughing and talking, only paying attention to each other. And then to have Michael turning around and getting angry at Athena for not telling him that Hudson was on the loose (when she only figured out mere minutes beforehand that she might be a target) so he would have been on the lookout and wouldn't have let their neighbors in...it just felt so off to me. Not that parents wouldn't snap at each other in that situation, not that Michael wouldn't feel guilty and was probably lashing out, but I don't know how else to put it, it just felt off. The only thing I can think of is that due to the writer being Kristen Reidell is that this situation will be revisited at some point with Harry and Michael.

Then you have Maddie's disappearing act. I get that JLH is taking time for her family behind the scenes but I guess I'm a little confuzzled as to why they chose to do it this way? What was wrong with Maddie being checked into a treatment center to get the help she needs? And when I say being checked into, I mean her checking herself in. Leaving Jee-Yun at the station with Ravi and taking off, not even talking directly to Chimney (I get it, his phone was dead, but still) or Buck, that just feels incredibly off. And her leaving like that is really off for her character. I get it, she is suffering from PPD, but still. It would have been a more positive message I think to have her check herself into a treatment center, with the support of Chimney and Buck and those who love her, rather than have her dump the baby at the firestation and run. I'm sure the writers have a plan and I do trust in it, but I do wish they had thought about the message choosing that action sends. This isn't the 50's, there are multiple resources to help mothers suffering from PPD. But ever since it was confirmed Maddie had PPD, it kind of felt like we were back in the 50's and no one talks about it. I just didn't care for the way that was handled if I'm being completely honest.

Eddie and Ana's breakup. While I'm not too broken up over this, no pun intended, I did find their handling of it to be a bit odd. Don't get me wrong, it was a very good scene for Eddie and it was more emotional than I expected it to be (I think some of us have been where Ana was in a relationship and can be somewhat empathetic to her plight), but Eddie not talking to Christopher? Us not seeing Ana saying goodbye to Christopher? It's almost as if Christopher got relegated to the background. I mean, I get it, this was about Eddie and his relationship with Ana, and of course he threw up the Christopher shield again. "Chris loves you so much." But to have Christopher there in the beginning, to have Eddie say that to Ana in front of Christopher but then try to back track, then to move right in for the kill after closing the door, I don't know man, it just felt off to me. It was good to see Eddie make his decision, a decision we all saw coming to be quite frank. But the way it did, I don't know, it just felt extremely off.

Buck and Maddie - where tf did this sibling relationship go? Like seriously. We never saw a phone call or a text (which didn't require both actors to shoot) when Eddie got shot. We only see Maddie interacting with Chim about it. Then we never see Buck finding out about her PPD (that we know of). During the chaos, Buck never even asks about her (that I can remember). The only mention we get of Jee-Yun is during the power czar scene in 5x02. I get it, Buck is in a new relationship, but as we've seen so far, it's not all it's cracked up to be and he's not twitterpated so to speak. He still has a life outside of Taylor and vice versa. So wtf? (this is why I usually binge everything once it's aired btw for all other shows, I can't watch some of these live but I couldn't wait, I needed to know how my 911 faves are doing!!!)

The only thing I can think is that we've seen Bobby's earthquake (I think it really hit this episode with Harry's kidnapping and Athena's standoff with Hudson), Chim's bombs hitting (with Maddie running off), and some of Eddie's mudslide (I have a feeling that there may be a reaction from Christopher, maybe not a strong one, but something after this episode, especially since we didn't see Chris' reaction this one or Eddie even talking to him about it). The only people we're still waiting on is Hen's having an emergency (which if people's predictions for 5x07 are right, then there you go) and Buck's tsunami. This is truly going to be the season that shakes this team up. The ransomware attack and blackout may be over but I don't think the chaos is if I'm being honest. Not in our characters' arcs for this season.

Even though Buck's reaction to Chim in the promo for 5x04 about Maddie is hurting my heart, I'm hoping Chim tells him then and that snaps things into perspective really quick. And of course, I'm looking forward to more Uncle Buck time. <3

#i'm just having thoughts #and they're very loud #911 5x03 #911: desperate measures #eddie and ana mention #michael and harry mention #madney mention

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