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prettyboybuckley · 1 year
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For the Valentine’s Day prompts, #4 “There are flowers on the doorstep.” [“Who from?” “I think that you have a secret admirer.”]?
Hi!! Thank you for the prompt! 💞 Decided that this was the perfect opportunity for some Diaz father-son feels, I hope you like it! ca. 950 words, continues under the cut
If it weren't for the incessant ads and banners and everything else that pops up in early January, Eddie could probably forget Valentine's Day was even a thing. 
Don't get him wrong, he can appreciate a bit of romance. He likes the idea of wining and dining someone—maybe the fact that there was never the urge to do that with Ana should have tipped him off much earlier on—and isn't all that opposed to things like candlelight and chocolates.
But Valentine's Day is cheesy and a way for companies to con you out of more money, so he doesn't usually pay much attention to it. Shannon never bought into it either, telling him every year that he shouldn't bother getting her anything, and Eddie gladly obliged. 
Of course, now that he's a firefighter, there is also a fair share of grand gestures or preparation thereof gone wrong in the week leading up to Valentine's Day, and it's hard to ignore that it's a thing. 
Still, he doesn't have any plans for the holiday of love, especially not considering it's a school night, and he has a shift in the morning himself. Maybe he'll let Chris stay up a little longer for a movie, make it a father-son night. 
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Christopher brings home a card on the day itself, made during arts and crafts time at school, full of glittery pink and red hearts. 
"Didn't you want to make one for a friend or something?" Eddie asks, stressing the 'friend' in a way that makes Christopher groan and hide his face.
Eddie grins as he tucks the card under a magnet on the fridge, turning back to the stove where he'd been making dinner. Secretly, he's kind of glad that even at eleven, his kid hasn't seemingly shown any interest in girls—or boys—and dating. If it can even be called dating at that age. 
"Can't you just say thank you?" Christopher grumbles, though Eddie isn't sure if he's more embarrassed about Eddie's teasing or that he made a card for his dad in the first place.
"Well, I love it very much, kiddo, and I'm happy to be your Valentine." 
He ruffles Christopher's hair as he passes behind him on his way to get something from the fridge, and his son beams brightly. God, he wishes the kid would never grow up.
Eddie's got his hands full when the doorbell rings, stirring in the pot and unable to step away. 
"I'll get it," Christopher declares right away, without Eddie even having to ask, and he's out of the kitchen before Eddie can react. 
He can hear the front door open, but there are no voices, and Eddie pauses his stirring, wondering what is up. A moment later, Christopher shuffles back into the kitchen with wide, excited eyes.
"There are flowers on the doorstep."
Eddie frowns. Flowers?
“Who from?” he asks, racking his brain trying to think of who would buy him flowers in the first place, let alone leave them on his porch. 
Chris bounces a little on his heels, clearly giddy about the whole ordeal, as he replies: “I think that you have a secret admirer.”
For a moment Eddie wonders how his son even knows about something like secret admirers—and yes, he knows that Chris is eleven, not five, he shouldn't underestimate him—before he realizes that it's definitely something out of the telenovela's the kid watches with Abuela.
Eddie pulls the pot off the stove, sighing as he follows Christopher out of the kitchen to the front door.
"Not sure what there is to admire," he mutters under his breath, putting on an innocent expression when Chris looks over his shoulder with a slightly suspicious look on his face. It wouldn't be the first time Eddie gets scolded about negative self-talk by a pre-teen. He's not sure if he's ready for what that kid will be like when he's an actual teenager. 
Sure enough, there is a flower arrangement sitting on the porch. A nice one, too, because while Eddie doesn't know much about flowers, he can see that these are expensive. 
There is a small card sticking only with one corner from the flowers, and Eddie plucks it out of there with two fingers, flipping it open. There, in red ink, is a somehow both neat and chaotic but above all familiar scribble. 
Dear Eddie, 
Forgive me for choosing to do this the easy way, but it's the only way I'll ever dare to take this chance. You've had my back ever since the day we met, and I'm hoping you'll let me have yours in every way possible in the future, because I want to have and do everything with you. 
So I guess this is me asking, Eddie Diaz, if you will be my Valentine?
Love, Buck
Eddie is pretty sure his heart rate doubles as he reads the card, and he hopes that he's not blushing, though Christopher's scrutinizing gaze suggests that something must be visible. 
Buck is asking him out. No, Buck bought an expensive arrangement of flowers and put it on Eddie's doorstep with a card asking him out because apparently he was scared that Eddie would say no. As if Eddie would ever say no. 
 "Who sent it?" Christopher asks, putting his hand on Eddie's shoulder so he can lean in closer to get a peek at the card. 
"You were right, it's a secret admirer," Eddie replies, closing the card quickly before his son can see Buck's name, and he gets up, picking up the flowers and giving Christopher a subtle nudge to herd him back inside. 
It seems that he's got a very important call to make. He doesn't want to keep Buck waiting, after all. 
From the Valentine's Day prompts list
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texasbama · 1 month
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It’s the way I love you to the core isn’t inherently romantic (although for them it totally is). It’s so much deeper than that. This is Eddie having his person. Someone he would do anything for and vice versa. He trusts Buck unconditionally. Not just with himself but with his son. This relationship-this family-is something they have built with blood, sweat and tears. their relationship is love in its purest form. I love you. I love you for who you are. I love you for who I am with you. I love you for how you love my son. I love you to the core.
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neverevan · 5 months
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Buck comparing his own emotions to Christopher's about Eddie's distress 4x14 // 5x13
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unrealisticlea · 1 year
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Buck’s loft in almost every scene: the coldest place on Earth. too big and yet suffocating, uncomfortable couch, empty kitchen, empty chairs and empty table, silence or uncomfortable conversations, feels like a ghost lives there, one (1) single bike on the wall, probably smells like an air freshener
Buck’s loft when a Diaz is there: a home. warm light, music, math homework on the table and in the kitchen, snacks everywhere, Bobby’s famous lasagna in the oven, board games, half empty beers on the kitchen counter, laughter and jokes, smells like cookies and love
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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 month
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I’m quite attached to the idea that tonight we might get another ‘there’s no one I trust more with my son than you’ moment with hand on the shoulder and everything
A there’s no one I trust more to help me navigate my son’s heart that you’ if you will!!
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lover-of-mine · 6 months
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But we were something, don't you think so?
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chronicowboy · 10 months
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i can't stop thinking about how much kids love to ask questions especially crazy ones that adults would never think of asking and how one of christopher's first lines in the show is about whether or not dogs know they're dogs and i think about eddie, who probably never got to ask a lot of those questions because he was forced to grow up so fast so young, making sure chris knows that those questions are valued and wonderful and make him all the better and then i think about evan "i'm the guy with the answers" buckley who has always been so childlike in his curiosity, who would take every one of chris' questions so seriously, who would give long thoughtful answers or go away and look it up so he had the answer next time even if chris didn't remember the question to begin with and i just. they're the perfect family. they're so fucking full of love and they all complement each other so perfectly and it's just. FUCK.
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youvegotmetoblame · 1 year
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something about eddie deciding to let chris see buck while he’s in a coma. on a respirator. in critical condition. knowing he never got to say goodbye the last parent he lost
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hisbucky · 6 months
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Chris: Buck! Buck! I learned something new today! Eddie: Chris, I told you, not that one. Buck: Psssh, what's there to worry about, babe? I'm a big boy, I can handle it. Eddie: Of course you can. In fact, you will handle it so well that you're going to keep me up at night when you go on a research binge about it. Buck, unable to deny it: ... Chris: Oooh, burn!
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hopeintheashes · 1 year
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hold me close when it's over
Post-hospital. Read it below or on AO3.
Buck's starting to fade by the time Maddie and Chim are clearing the dishes from the dining room table. Bobby stands to help them, and when Hen comes back from bringing a stack of plates to the kitchen, she looks Buck up and down. When she does the same to Eddie, it feels a little like he's been put through an X-ray machine.
"Alright, I'd better be getting home. Chris, do you want to come to my house, have a sleepover with Denny tonight? If it's okay with your dad?"
It's like she knows without asking that they're not making it home tonight.
Christopher shakes his head solemnly, and Eddie runs a reassuring hand over his hair and nods his wordless thanks for the offer.
"Okay." She squeezes Buck's hand. "You let everyone here take care of you, alright?" Mock-stern. "That's an order."
Buck manages a small, tired smile.
"You should go lie down," Eddie says quietly, but Buck gives the smallest shake of his head. Been lying down for days, it says. Eddie sighs. "Alright, living room, then. At least."
He has to help him to his feet and to the couch. Chris follows them in and curls up beside Buck. There's a dimmer switch for the lights, and Eddie turns them down low. "Okay," he says, and it's half a question and half not.
"We're okay," Chris says. He's got a hand on Buck's arm like he's holding him steady.
Holding each other steady. That's what they're all doing here.
Bobby's putting the last of the dishes in the dishwasher when he comes in. Chim's taken Jee-Yun to put her to bed. Maddie's wiping down the table and the counters. There's nothing left to do.
"I'll leave you to it," Bobby says as he hits start on the machine. "Athena just got home, and May's there tonight, too." Maddie nods and hugs him goodbye, and when Eddie does the same they both hold on tight, tight like they had in the hospital during the long, awful wait. When Bobby goes into the living room he brushes back Buck's hair and takes his face in his hands and kisses the top of his head and tells him, "I love you, kid," and Eddie knows from Maddie's quiet sniffle beside him that he's not the only one with tears in his eyes.
He hadn't asked. About staying. He'd just packed a bag with their toothbrushes and pjs and a change of clothes and thrown it in the truck. Just in case.
"The second guest room is all made up," Maddie says, before he has to figure out how. He nods, and blinks back tears, and she pulls him close and tells him, "You're always welcome here."
Chris is still watching over Buck when Eddie comes to sit beside them on the couch. "What do you think, should we stay here tonight with Buck?"
"Yes." With an emphatic nod.
"Good," Buck whispers, and it's like the relief washes away the last of the resolve that had been holding him upright against the couch.
"Bed," Eddie says, and holds out his hands, and Buck doesn't even protest the early hour, just takes Eddie's hands and grits his teeth and lets himself be pulled slowly to his feet.
"I can read to you," Chris says. "I brought my book."
Buck's asleep within the first two pages, so Christopher switches over to reading silently to himself. Eddie wants to stay and just watch this, his boys, forever, but the tug of good manners pulls him back to the living room and their hosts.
Chim raises his eyebrows when Eddie comes back into the living room: Everything okay? Eddie nods and makes himself sit down. It feels strange, at this point, not to be at the hospital anymore.
There are things they should say. Things they need to say.
It still feels too fragile. Too soon.
They all go to bed not long after that. Eddie lifts Chris out of Buck's bed and carries him into the next room like he's a little kid again, and changes into his old, soft shorts and t-shirt and brushes his teeth and sits on the edge of the bed watching Chris breathe in and out, soft and even.
He might have imagined the sound from next door, or it might have been Buck whispering his name, but either way when he goes back in he's met with the glint of hallway light off of half-opened eyes.
"Hey." So gentle. Coming close. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Brushing his fingertips over his hair. "Talk to me."
It's not meant to be an echo of before, but it ricochets between his ribs all the same. Makes his heart beat fast and his breath go shallow.
Buck frowns and scrubs at his eyes. "Hurts."
"Where?" Already looking around in the supplies Maddie had set up for painkillers and heating pads.
The frown tugs the corners of his mouth down even more, threatening tears. "Everywhere."
"Okay." He checks the medicine log on the bedside table and shakes out the right number of pills and hands them to Buck with a glass of water. Hovers at the edge of the bed while Buck swallows them, grimacing.
"Do you want a heating pad? Or an ice pack?" Keeping his voice low in the darkness.
Buck shakes his head and reaches for Eddie's hand. When Eddie meet him halfway, Buck gives just enough pressure for Eddie to get the hint and lie down beside him. "You're…" he starts, and maybe it means you're a good heating pad or maybe it means something else, but they're close and quiet in the dark and Eddie very gently wraps him up.
There's so much they should say, but it's too fragile, and too soon.
Buck takes Eddie's hand and places it flat against his chest, over his heart, ghosting over the broken ribs that have only barely started to heal.
You saved me.
Even through the swelling, Eddie can feel Buck's heart beat.
You saved me, so we're even. Let's never do this again.
Eddie lowers his forehead to brush Buck's shoulder and doesn't try to fight the sob.
Buck laces their fingers and exhales a shaky breath and his heart beats, and beats, and beats. We've got time. We'll figure it out in the morning.
We've got time.
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makorragal-312 · 1 month
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Okay, I know that I put up a post speculating about how Chris would interact with Marisol, but rewatching his conversation with Buck is making me think of a possible avenue the show could go with his feelings on Eddie and Marisol's relationship.
Earlier, I said that that I saw Chris being distant with Marisol and not making an active effort in getting to know her because her being with Eddie meant that they'd be seeing Buck less. But now? What if Chris still ends up being distant and not trying to form a connection with Marisol, not necessarily because he hates the relationship...
But because he's just waiting for her to walk out just like his mom did with him and Eddie.
And as much as I hate seeing Chris be hurt, Marisol leaving is necessary.
Because she's gonna be the last person to leave.
And Buck is gonna be the first person to actually stay.
I really hope this made sense.
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buckleyseddie · 1 year
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Eddie, I have been Ana. I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who is not all the way in. Deep down, you know and it hurts. It hurts worse than the truth. So if you don’t want to hurt Ana, you owe it to her to be honest.
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mellaithwen · 1 year
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Fragile lines (and wasted time)
7461 words || buck/eddie || spoilers/spec fic for 6x11 While Buck sleeps, and dreams in the aftermath of the lightning strike, Eddie tries desperately to hold himself together.
Eddie barely remembers being behind the wheel of the ambulance, but thinks he might have held his breath for the whole drive. His chest certainly aches as though he had, and when the doctors say they’ll do their best for Buck, after they’ve finally got his heart beating again, it takes all of Eddie’s energy just to shout back; “do more!”
—Buck? Buck! Buck, can you hear me? Buck! Talk to me—
Because their best isn’t good enough. There’s no viable outcome for any of them, that ends with Buck being anything but okay. 
He has to get through this, he has to. 
For a second Eddie’s footing falters. He’s dizzy from the adrenaline—his head pounding—his heart’s beating too fast, and his eyes are burning with unshed tears.
He makes a move towards the doors—towards Buck —desperate to be near, desperate to reach out and bring Buck back from the brink for as many times as the universe will allow— don’t take him, not him, please—
But Bobby stretches out his arm to halt his progress, and Eddie stops, stock-still until he can’t even see Buck through the triage doors anymore. 
Chimney’s silent despair at his back speaks volumes, and the quiet whimper that comes out of Hen’s mouth makes Eddie’s insides run cold. 
He turns around to face his teammates, his family, and when Bobby reaches out to hold Hen close in a comforting embrace, Eddie doesn’t hesitate to do the exact same for Chim. They gravitate closer to each other until all four of them are leaning in close—holding the line—shored against the fragments of every worst-case-scenario they can imagine.
Their gear, still saturated with rainwater, leaves a growing puddle on the linoleum floor beneath their feet where they’re standing, and all they can do now is wait.
(keep reading on ao3)
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mattzerella-sticks · 4 days
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Buck-and-Eddie roommates s8 where Buck has to cancel a date with Tommy to go step in for Eddie at a Parent-Teacher conference because Eddie can't make it.
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whatohitsonfirewelp · 12 days
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You know what I will hate?
If someone else has to point out how Buck or Eddie feels. I know that’s a popular trope, but honestly? Fuck that.
Fuck having to tell a queer person who they’re supposed to be with, how they’re supposed to feel. I actually hate that so much. Because why, why is it that after being told we’re supposed to love certain people, and we realize we don’t, we’re told from ALL SIDES who we are supposed to love after we come out. From the people who don’t accept us to the people that do.
I don’t want Tommy telling Buck that hey man you’re in love with Eddie
I want Buck to realize and accept this on his own, it’s HIS choice it’s HIS life he’s finally free so Let Him Have The Control
I don’t want Marisol to tell Eddie he’s not in love with her, he’s in love with Buck. I actually HATE when fans decide the girlfriend has to take upon that role.
I want Eddie to have his own oh moment. I want Eddie to have this soft, happy, light feeling of being free.
I don’t want Christopher a literal chick to tell Buck and Eddie they’re in love.
I want them to discover it together on their own. I want them to talk to Christopher separately and together about it. Don’t involve a child in the love lives of adults.
I do not fucking want Hen (or Karen and Josh) to look at these two and say I called it.
THEY ARE ALSO QUEER!! They KNOW what it’s like to feel the need to keep this part of yourself a secret, to be scared, to be overwhelmed with emotions, to finally feel free.
I want them to be so so unbelievably happy and proud of Buck and Eddie and to not take away from their discovery of themselves. 
I don’t want past girlfriends showing up and saying they knew something was off.
Because you know what? Let’s not make queer characters uncomfortable and guilty for something that wasn’t their fault, something they weren’t even AWARE of, or to feel any pain for a relationship that is very much over.
I don’t think you guys understand how much you seem to demand for us to get buddie as queer, to have Eddie and Buck as queer, and in the same breath want to take what that means away from them
Them realizing they are queer is not something that other characters should have a huge opinion or input on. It should be THEM worried about what others will say and think only to find out they are so loved by those who truly matter.
Coming out as queer is HUGE. It’s not easy, it can be confusing and it’s overwhelming. Let Buck, and if it happens then Eddie as well, go about their own journey their way. Stop forcing other characters, straight or queer, to be in it. It’s not about anyone else but them. It’s not a simple love story of two men that are already out. It’s about realizing hey, this thing I thought I was my entire life? It’s not true.
Let them process that and take it in and explorer what is a completely newworld.
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warpedpuppeteer · 2 months
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My fave headcanon is that if Buddie get married Buck will keep his last name and they will hyphenate because he might have shit parents but he loves Maddie and Jee-Yun and wants to be connected to them (he also wants Daniel to live through their names even if he never knew him). Eddie agrees easily because he tells Buck he wants him to create his own happy family and associate happiness with the name Buckley. And Buck can't help the way his heart feels like exploding every time he sees "Christopher Buckley-Diaz" on anything.
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