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wikiangela-fanfics · 1 year

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I can't love you any more (than I do now)

this is so domestic, fluffy and corny idek lmao

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You tell me I'm your favorite person Yeah, what we got is workin' And the years have only made 'em more that way

Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating.

Well, maybe not in so many words.

They've never talked about it, hell, they never even kissed, or went on a date or anything like that.

But Eddie can’t help noticing how their relationship has surpassed platonic a long time ago. It’s confusing, sometimes, because he’s not even sure when something changed, but suddenly he finds himself in this weird stage, where Buck is present in every aspect of his life, being a partner and a co-parent, and, honestly, it feels like even more than just dating – Eddie’s marriage might not have been great, but he’s pretty sure what he and Buck have is what a marriage is supposed to look like. It’s scary and confusing, but at the same time, it makes sense, somehow. What they have, that's not platonic, friends don't act like… like they do. But the thing is, whatever they are, they work. It’s the best damn relationship Eddie’s ever been in, and it’s not even an official relationship. Yet.

The thing is, Eddie knows that he’s in love with Buck. It snuck up on him and came so naturally, he wasn’t even surprised when he finally realized that’s what he feels. He’s pretty sure Buck feels the same way – otherwise he surely wouldn’t act the way he does. So, he’s pretty confident their relationship is going in the romantic direction, even if they’re doing it kinda backwards, but he’s letting it play out for now, at its own pace, still testing the waters. He’s working on gathering his courage to do something about it, while he and Buck keep playing house together. Literally.

There are moments when it hits Eddie all over again how much of a family they are, and how domestic and how… how married they act, and he needs a second to not do something stupid, like actually drop down on one knee and propose. Well, maybe he should just do that.

One evening he comes home from work, since he filled in for someone on the B shift, to the amazing smells from the kitchen, that make his mouth water, and sounds of conversation from the room, as well.

“Hey, I’m home!” he calls out from the front door, kicking off his shoes, taking his jacket off, and dropping his duffel bag on the floor.

“We’re in here!” he hears Buck’s voice from the kitchen. When Eddie walks in, he sees Buck at the stove, cooking dinner, and Chris at the table with his homework.

“Hey.” he can’t help a huge smile, and tries very hard to resist walking up to Buck and wrapping his arms around him. Buck looks so cute, wearing one of Eddie’s sweatshirts, and an actual apron, and he’s cooking for them, like he does pretty often now. Eddie loves him so much. “What smells so good?”

“I’m making lasagna.” Buck grins. “Should be ready soon. Chris, next question, come on.”

“Homework?” Eddie asks, taking a seat next to his son. “What subject?”

“Math.” Chris gives him an exasperated look, and Eddie laughs.

“Oh, so Buck’s not really helping, is he?” he teases, looking at Buck in time to see him try to look annoyed, but failing.

“Come on, I’m not that bad.”

“Well… it’s no secret you suck at math, sorry.” Eddie shrugs, not able to take his eyes away from how Buck’s trying to hide a smile. This kind of teasing and making fun of each other has become a thing in their house- well, Eddie’s house, mostly because of their kid- Eddie’s kid, well, okay, their kid, who always starts it all. It’s always fun, even if Eddie is the object of the jokes more of than not.

“I’m better than you, and I’m in 6th grade.” Christopher says with a laugh, and Buck gasps dramatically. Chris leans in to Eddie to whisper: “I don’t actually need help, he’s insisting.”

“It’s the thought that counts.” Eddie chuckles, shooting Buck an amused look.

“You guys suck.” Buck breaks and finally laughs. Then, before anyone can say anything else, there’s a sound of beeping from somewhere in the house. “Oh, I think the laundry’s done.”

“I got it.” Eddie gets up to get the laundry out of the washing machine, not even wondering why Buck puts on a wash in a house he doesn’t live in. Because it has happened before, and it’s not like Buck’s clothes aren’t all mixed up with Eddie’s in his closet, either. That’s how domestic they’ve gotten. Eddie’s aware that it’s not really something even the bestest of friends do, but that’s how they work.

When he gets back to the kitchen, Chris’ books are gone, and dinner is on the table. They sit down to eat, and Buck asks him how was work, and they tell him about their day as well, and it’s just their usual night, and it’s perfect.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Buck says at some point, when he glances at the calendar on the wall, filled with both of their handwritings, any events, appointments, shifts, Chris’ extracurriculars, all of that marked. Like a family, like all three of them live here. Maybe it should be this way. “There’s a parent-teacher conference next Wednesday.”

“Whose turn is it?” Eddie simply asks, because for months now they both have been going, taking turns. It started when Eddie asked him to fill in for him once, and then just never stopped.

“Yours, but we have a day off, so we can go together for once.” Buck shrugs, shoving a forkful of lasagna into his mouth. “It is the last one of the year.”

And Eddie looks at Buck, and his heart beats a little bit faster. He loves how involved Buck is with Chris and his school, that he goes to those conferences, that he’s in the parent group chat, that Eddie definitely muted and gets information from Buck, because all the parents are being annoying and responding with a thumbs up to every single thing the teacher says, blowing up his phone. Buck’s been involved in all kinds of bake sales, school projects, he’s been helping with homework, on occasion driving Chris to school and any extracurriculars, and for sleepovers – they take turns with most of that, to be honest. It sounds like a lot, and it is, and Eddie doesn’t think he’d be able to do it all without Buck.

So, Eddie’s very aware how involved Buck is, and that he knows all the teachers and parents, but when they get there on Wednesday, he’s still taken aback by how happy everyone is to see Buck, how friendly they’re being with him – then again, Eddie’s pretty sure that every single person Buck meets falls a little bit in love with him, be it platonic or not, it’s just how it is, Buck’s too amazing for it to not be the case. Eddie thinks that Buck stole a piece of his heart when they first met, and then, over the years, Eddie kept giving him the rest, piece by piece, and now it belongs solely to Buck.

They find out that Chris is doing great at school, which isn’t a surprise, and when the teacher refers to him as their son, neither feels the need to correct her, because there’s nothing to correct. Buck is Christopher’s parent, and Eddie’s happy that he finally started to believe it and stopped denying it whenever it’s implied, which he did for a hot minute before they talked about it. Well, Eddie talked, maybe even ranted a bit, about how both he and Christopher see him, how he’s the best co-parent Eddie could’ve ever asked for, and Buck just stared at him speechless. He never showed any doubt about his role in Chris’ life again, and Eddie makes sure to remind him of that from time to time.

When they leave the classroom, Eddie decides to be brave, and grabs Buck’s hand, just because he feels like it. Buck looks at him with surprise, and then smiles. They hold hands until they get to the car, and don’t mention it. But it’s something. It’s a start.

He thinks back to the last couple of months of playing house, of dinners together, doing chores together, Buck spending more nights than not at his place, in Eddie’s bed, because the couch is too uncomfortable for Eddie to let Buck sleep there. Of hanging out with Chris, and navigating this whole pre-teen phase together, which is much less scary with Buck at his side. And even going to freaking parent-teacher conferences together. And as Eddie thinks about all that, and looks at Buck, who’s driving them home, he decides that they’ve been dancing around it long enough. He needs to make a move soon, if Buck’s not gonna.

But it’s another moment, a few weeks later, that comes so casually and naturally he barely registers anything weird about it, that makes him determined to do it that night.

They’re at work, it’s the end of their shift, and they’re changing in the locker room. Eddie’s done first, and before leaving he asks Buck:

“You coming over tonight, babe?” Because for once they came to work separately, because Buck spent last night at his loft, and Eddie missed him like crazy. And he doesn’t realize that the pet name slipped out until he thinks back to this moment later.

“Yeah, of course.” Buck shrugs, not affected by what Eddie said at all. However, out of the corner of his eye, Eddie can see Chimney and Hen exchange glances. “I’ll just stop by the grocery store on the way. I grabbed the list from the fridge.” he adds, referring to the little magnetic notepad they keep on their fridge to add items to the list as soon as they run out – well, Eddie does, it’s his house, but it was Buck who bought it and started using it. “Unless you wanna come with me?” he looks at Eddie while buttoning up his shirt, and Eddie’s eyes follow his fingers automatically.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” he smiles, forcing himself to look back up at Buck’s face. “Our usual store, right?” Buck nods. “Great, I’ll meet you there. Bye, guys.” he throws in the direction of Chim and Hen, and leaves.

“Have we missed something?” he still hears Chimney ask, confusion in his voice. “When did you guys-” He doesn’t hear the rest, but he knows what Chim’s asking. He wonders what Buck’s answer’s going to be. Because, honestly, Eddie thinks that everyone missed something, including him and Buck. Eddie, for one, feels like they omitted the actual conversation about dating and moving in together, and suddenly that’s just what they do now, at least partly.

So, that night, after doing the groceries, he helps Buck with dinner, just some simple things Buck allows him to do, because Eddie still sucks at cooking – but Buck has been teaching him, and he’s getting better. Later, they eat together, play some board games with their kid, and watch a movie. It’s the perfect, boring, but not boring at all, night in with his family, and Eddie thinks that he’s never been more content in his life.

After Chris goes to get ready for bed, Buck gets up from the couch to start cleaning up. Instead of getting up to help, Eddie just sits there and stares at this man, who moves around his house as if he’s lived here his whole life, who knows where every single item is, sometimes better than Eddie, who already has half of his belongings here, whose presence is visible for anyone who walks in, who’s in all the family pictures… who’s been sharing a bed with Eddie for months now. And suddenly, Eddie hears himself blurt out:

“Move in with us.” Well, that’s not how he planned to start, ideally he’d tell Buck how he feels first, but he can’t take it back now. He doesn’t want to take it back.

Buck stops in his tracks and turns to look at Eddie, three glasses and an empty popcorn bowl in his hands.

“What?”

“You should move in with us.” Eddie doubles down, now also standing up. He walks up to Buck, takes the dishes out of his hands and places them on the table. He grabs Buck’s hands. “You basically live here already anyway, what’s the point of paying rent for an apartment you sleep in once a week, if not less?” he’s smiling, feeling way calmer than he expected. Buck looks stunned. “You’re here all the time, and I want you here even more often. This is your home, Buck. It just makes sense.”

“I don’t know what to say.” Buck responds, eyes wide, as he’s processing. Eddie’s smile widens, and he puts one hand on Buck’s cheek.

“Then listen to me first.” Eddie takes a deep breath. Here goes nothing. When he speaks, his voice is calm and quiet, and firm. More decisive than ever. “Every time I think I can’t love you any more than I already do,” he hears Buck inhale sharply at that, “I look at you, at your smile that always lights up my day, and at how you are with Chris, at how you fit into our lives, and you prove me wrong. Because I love you so damn much, and I think I’m falling deeper in love every single day, every single second.”

“Eddie.” Buck breathes.

“We’ve been dancing around this for months, if not years. I mean, look at us, at our life together. We’ve basically been married with a kid for who knows how long, and I never even got to take you out on a date.” Eddie chuckles. “We just… work. All the years together, everything we went through, only proved that time and time again. And I’m tired of pretending like I have no idea this is happening. I want you, Buck, in every way imaginable.” he finishes, only now starting to feel nerves, while Buck keeps staring at him, unmoving. Shit, did he break him? Maybe it was a lot to put on him right now, and he needs to process. Because there’s no doubt in Eddie’s mind that Buck feels the same, that’s not even a question.

“Eds.” Buck says, and then a laugh rips out of him. “God, Eddie.” he brings his arms up to wrap them around Eddie’s back, and Eddie instantly relaxes. “You’re my absolute favorite person in the world, you know that? That is, aside from Christopher, obviously.” he grins, leaning in closer, their noses brushing now. “I love you so much. And I want it all, you and Chris, and this family, this home. I want this.”

“Good.” Eddie closes the distance, finally kissing Buck. He tastes like popcorn and soda, and candy he and Chris were eating earlier. He also tastes like sunshine and home, and the rest of Eddie’s life. It’s a sweet and tender kiss, and it only ends when they can’t contain their wide smiles anymore.

“So.” Buck leans his forehead against Eddie’s. “Moving in before we even have our first date?”

“Hey, we started with being all married-domestic and raising a kid together.” Eddie laughs. “So what if we’re doing it a little backwards? It works for us.”

“Okay.” Buck whispers with the biggest smile. “Let’s do it, then.”

It’s barely a few weeks before the rest of Buck’s stuff is at their home, and he officially moves in. Not much changes. They raise their kid, help him with his homework, have movie and game nights, share chores, cook together, host parties and get-togethers with their friends. They share a life. And Eddie’s heart is so full, he doesn’t think he could ever be happier, or love his little family any more than he does now.

#buddie fic #fluff #domestic fluff #domestic buddie #buddie fanfic #911 fic #so corny #getting together #first kiss #love confessions #moving in together #they're dating #but not really #they're in love #my writing #wikiangela writes #someone take maren morris away from before I ruin all her songs with corny fics #title from maren morris - I can't love you anymore #the first lineaday I posted was from this one idk

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buck-is-alexis-rose · 2 years

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Buck, walking into the kitchen: Is something burning?

Eddie, leaning seductively against the doorframe: Only my desire for you.

Chris, standing behind Eddie: He set the toaster on fire again.

#incorrect quotes #911 #buck #incorrect 911 quotes #eddie #buddie #christopher #domestic buddie #buckley diaz family

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repressedqueen · 2 years

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you talk of the pain like it’s all alright (but I know)

He finds Buck already in his - well, technically their- bed, curved into a ball, facing the window. “Okay Buck, what’s going on?” he goes straight to the point, sitting on the corner over to his side. Buck turns to face him, a bit surprised. “What do you mean?”

“You are not even playing Scrabble now? It’s like your favorite game!” Eddie points out. “You’ve been acting weird lately. Is something wrong?”

Buck averts his gaze, focusing on the pocket of his hoodie, where his hands remain hidden. Eddie’s hand slides on the gray sheet and stops on Buck’s shin, the one with all the scars. His fingers circle around it and Buck wonders if he can feel them over the thin fabric of his sweatpants; if he finds them repulsive.

or, Buck is quarantine-depressed and Eddie is searching for ways to help him feel better.

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#definitely re-editing this tomorrow. i was just too impatient not to share #i'm here with quarentine buddie 2 years later....#it's a concept that inspires me what can i say?#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #fluff #domestic buddie #cuddling #buddiefanfiction #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie fluff #hurt/comfort #my writing

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cadiebug · 1 year

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Me writing domestic buddie fics as if Buck isn't going to have an emotional breakdown in the two or three episodes:

#buddie #fic #911 on fox #buddie fic #buck x eddie #buckley diaz family #domestic buddie #evan buck buckley #eddie díaz #on that note #im taking prompts if anyone has something

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gayofthefae · 1 year

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Hey friendly reminder that Buck fell asleep on Eddie’s couch then woke up and came into the kitchen talk to him while Eddie made Christopher a school lunch.

#domestic buddie #buckley diaz #and now i'm thinking about how i'm jealous of christopher because i was self sufficient when i was twelve (:#911fox #buddie

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serendipitouswasteland · 1 year

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Sweater Weather

ship: buddie pov: third person written: April 10 - 12, 2023 first published: April 12, 2023 word count: 2,569 - summary: Buck wears a sweater almost too often. Eddie notices. - A/N: Pretty much, I have become obsessed with the sweater Buck is wearing at the end of 6x13 and have decided that it's his favorite sweater and he washes it as often as he can so he can wear it as often as he can because it's a comfort for him, because I have a sweater that I do that with so therefore...you get it. Enjoy. <3

Buck has a list. A checklist. After getting struck by lightning– after his coma dream– he felt like he needed to make sure he was still there– still alive. So, every morning when he wakes up the first thing he does is grab his phone and text Bobby. He doesn’t leave his messages until he receives a response. Then, if he has work, he waits until he gets there to ask Eddie and Chim about Christopher, Maddie, and Jee-Yun, respectively. On his off days, however, Buck’s mind scrambles for a bit. Texting Bobby every morning is fine. He texts him all the time anyways just to update him on his life, so him now asking for Bobby to do the same wasn’t too much different. Calling Maddie and Chimney and Eddie, though, is hard to do without someone becoming suspicious. This morning, Buck is lucky.

As Buck blinks open his eyes and stretches in his bed, a small smile appears on his face knowing that some of his checklist he doesn’t have to do. He crawls out of bed, sliding his feet into a pair of slippers as he yawns and stretches some more. He gets up from his bed, grabbing his phone and sending a text to Bobby as he trudges down the stairs. Buck puts his phone into the pocker of his sweats once he reaches the bottom step, looking over to his kitchen where Christopher is sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal already half eaten. Buck smiles, taking a seat next to him and making his own bowl.

“Goodmorning,” Buck says, his voice filled with slip.

“Goodmorning,” Chris says back, taking a bite of his food.

“How long have you been up?”

“Not very long.”

“That’s good,” Buck hums, nodding as he takes his first bite of his own cereal.

“Buck,” Christopher prods, and Buck hums while turning to face him, “isn’t that the same sweater you wore yesterday?”

“Uh…” Buck looks down at his chest, and, yes, it is the same sweater, but—

“How come you didn’t have to change but I did?” Chris asks, and Buck lets out a short laugh.

“Well, buddy, I did change. I changed my pants.”

“But you didn’t change your sweater.

“Yes, I didn’t change my sweater,” Buck says, sighing as he takes another bite. “You are right about that. Now, your dad will be here soon to pick you and your cookies up, so why don’t you go ahead and get ready, alright?”

“Yes, Buck,” Chris sighs, leaving the table and going to where his second bag is in the living room before going to the bathroom with his clothes after.

Buck gets up from the table shortly after, cleaning up both of their bowls then starting the coffee maker. There’s a knock at his door right as he gets it going, so he quickly shouts that he’ll be right there before finishing up. Buck skids over to the door, opening it up instantly to find Eddie standing on the other side, and Buck lets out a breathless smile, and—

(Look, it’s not like Eddie was keeping track. Well, he was, but it was easier to pretend that he wasn’t. So, no, Eddie wasn’t keeping track. He’s not. He just, maybe, kind of, sort of, is. It’s Buck’s fault. Or, if you were to ask Eddie, those would likely be the words out of his mouth and, well, he’s not wrong, but it also wasn’t Eddie’s job to notice…or is it? Buck is the one who came over to Eddie’s house when he wanted to escape his own loft. Buck is the one who went to Eddie as a place of comfort where he knew he would be looked after. So, maybe it is Eddie’s job—)

Eddie is staring at Buck. It’s been seventeen hours since he’d dropped Christopher off with him, and now Buck is wearing the same sweater as when he’d dropped Chris off the evening before. Eddie tilts his head at Buck as the door is opened for him further, stepping inside. He glances back at Buck who has his brows furrowed as his hands fall to rest on his hips. Eddie looks away, letting out a sigh as he steps towards the kitchen, hearing a door open a moment later and turning around to find Christopher dressed and ready coming out of the bathroom.

“Dad!” Christopher shouts, giving his dad a hug.

Buck shuts the door, going to the living room and grabbing both of Christopher’s bags, handing his school bag to Eddie before going to the bathroom. He picks up Chris’s pajamas and stuffs them in the bag before going back to the kitchen, handing that to Eddie, too. Buck then grabs the container of cookies sitting on his kitchen counter, handing them to Chris.

“Alright. Are you ready to go?” Eddie asks, Buck standing against the fridge.

“Ready!” Chris says, giving Buck a hug. “Will you come over later?”

“Of course, bud. I’ll see you later,” Buck says as Chris and Eddie begin to make their way toward the door.

“I love you, Buck! I’ll see you soon!” Chris shouts from the doorway, waving.

“Love you too, kid!” Buck calls after him and returns his wave, giving a big smile.

Buck glances at Eddie who’s staring right back at him, the same grin on his face that Buck has. Eddie gives Buck a nod, and then the door to Buck’s loft shuts and he’s left standing alone in his kitchen. The coffee maker goes off, so he goes and grabs a mug out of the cabinet before filling it. In truth, he’s exhausted. He’s always exhausted now. He’s been sleeping more on shift, but he’s pushing through. Eddie checks on him sometimes, but for the most part he leaves him alone unless necessary. Bobby does the same. If anyone is hovering, it’s Hen and Chim– something Buck will have to call Maddie about later.

After finishing his coffee, Buck goes upstairs to change before deciding to shower. He grabs a pair of jeans and goes to his bathroom, thoroughly ridding himself of any germs garnered from the day before. He spends a considerable amount of time on his hair, lately having taken a liking to his natural curl pattern and wanting to take care of it properly. Once finished, he slips into the jeans then pulls on his sweater, only he doesn’t think anything of it. It’s his sweater. His favorite sweater. A new sweater, sure, but still his favorite.

Buck moseys around his loft for a while, cleaning up random things that he finds. For the first time all week, he makes his bed, smiling at the neatly made comforter and sheets. Then he bounds downstairs, falling onto his couch as he turns on the TV to watch the Dodgers versus Giants game. After a while, though, his eyes start to flutter, and he yawns. He turns the TV down low, hoping that will allow him to fall asleep, but then his body focuses on the feeling of the couch beneath him instead of the game and it’s far from comfortable. Buck groans, rolling off the couch and dragging himself upstairs, falling flat onto his bed. He’s out within seconds.

It’s not until several hours later that Buck wakes up, his loft having become dim with the only light being emitted from his TV downstairs. Buck rubs his eyes, climbing out of bed and going downstairs, sighing once he’s realized he missed the rest of the game. He picks up his phone off the coffee table to check the score when he finds a message and two missed calls from Eddie, along with one voicemail. Buck furrows his brows, the voicemail being the first thing he checks.

“Hey, so I just got Chris from school and we’re on our way home. I figured I’d let you know so you could start making your way over, but…anyway, I’ll see you in a bit. Bye.”

It’s short, sweet, and to the point and– and it fills Buck’s heart. He smiles, pulling the phone away from his ear when a sudden rush of guilt hits him. It’s dark out, which means that he’s late and Chris is likely in bed already. Cursing at himself, Buck quickly slips on a pair of shoes, rushing out of his apartment. He gets in the car and dials Eddie’s phone immediately, but he doesn’t receive an answer. Halfway through his drive over, his phone starts ringing, and he tries grabbing it to answer but it falls to the floor. Buck hits his fist on the wheel, tapping nervously the rest of his way over.

The second Buck gets to Eddie’s house he doesn’t waste a second in getting out of his Jeep and jogging to the front door. He twists the knob and the door opens with ease, and Buck lets out a deep sigh. Eddie pops his head out from the hall, smiling when he sees who it is.

“Hey,” Eddie says, grinning and nodding to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

“Uh, no,” Buck says, shaking his head and sitting on the couch. “I take it you just made sure Chris is in bed?”

“Yup,” Eddie says, falling to sit next to Buck. “Sorry I missed your call. I tried calling you back, but you didn’t answer.”

“I was in the car. My phone fell, and I figured the risk of an accident wasn’t worth it.”

“That’s fair,” Eddie says, grabbing a beer off the coffee table and taking a swig. “Do you want one?”

“No, I’m good. I’m sorry for not coming over sooner.”

“It’s fine. After the second call, I figured you were asleep. I take it I was right?”

“I was watching the Dodgers game.”

“You turned your phone off for baseball?”

“What? No, I– I was watching the Dodgers game and I started falling asleep. I went upstairs, fell on my bed, and it was lights out instantly.”

“So I was right.”

“How’d you guess that in the first place?” Buck asks with a tilt of his head.

“You’re still wearing the same sweater as before,” Eddie says, pointing at Buck, and Buck, of course, looks down, sighing when he finds Eddie is right.

“Right,” Buck says, holding his hand out and a second later Eddie’s beer is in his hand.

“So, what’s going on?” Eddie asks, eyes never leaving Buck. He has a soft look on his face, and if this wasn’t such a serious conversation Buck just might smile in return.

“Nothing,” Buck says with a shrug, and Eddie’s eyes narrow on him. “The sweater is comforting for me.”

“Can you explain that?” Eddie asks, and it’s not mean or cruel, but effortlessly kind. It’s easy to see where Chris gets it from.

“Uh, well, it feels– it’s like a hug. Like one big, giant hug, constantly, and if I need a tighter hug I can just tug on it and I’ll feel better. It’s nice. It makes me feel safe.”

“Mmm,” Eddie hums, eyes finally trailing away from Buck and to his TV instead.

“What?” Buck asks, leaning over just a bit, and he can see a smile pull at the corner of Eddie’s mouth.

“Just thinking,” Eddie responds, smile growing more.

“About?” Buck asks, and now the front of Buck’s shoulder is pressing into the side of Eddie’s, the two impossibly close.

“How to make you feel safe no matter what you’re wearing,” Eddie admits as he finally looks at Buck again, and Buck can tell that it’s honest and true.

“Just being here helps,” Buck says, giving Eddie the sweetest smile he can muster.

“You know,” Eddie says, pulling at Buck’s sweater, “it doesn’t look bad on you. In fact, I think you should wear sweaters more often.”

“You think so?” Buck asks, and oh, are their faces close.

“Dad?” They hear from the hall, slowly breaking apart.

“Yeah, bud?” Eddie asks, getting up from the couch.

“You forgot my glass of water,” Chris says, and Buck smiles at the comfort it brings him.

“Want me to get it?” Buck asks, and Eddie turns to look at him, about to protest when Chris lights up with joy.

“Buck!”

“Buck—” Eddie cuts himself off, running a hand over his face.

“Sorry,” Buck says, giving Christopher a hug. “I’m getting you your water and then it’s off to bed, alright? Dad and I were having a very important conversation.”

“Yes, sir!” Chris says with a big grin, and Buck smiles and laughs, going right to the kitchen. He grabs a cup with a straw and a lid and fills it up with ice water, bringing it back to Chris in under a minute.

“There. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner, but I’ll see you in the morning, alright?”

“Goodnight, Buck,” Chris yawns, giving Buck another hug before going back down the hall.

“Goodnight, Christopher,” Buck whispers once he’s already halfway down the hall, lingering in the doorway a moment before falling back onto the couch, his head falling into Eddie’s lap.

Both of Eddie’s hands immediately come to comb through Buck’s hair, detangling any mess that there is. Yeah, Buck thinks, I feel safe here. It’s not a question at all, but a mere fact. Being at Eddie’s house, on Eddie’s couch, in Eddie’s arms– all of it feels safe. He feels like nothing can hurt him as long as he’s confined within the walls of Eddie’s home, and that’s something that he could really use as of late.

“So,” Eddie starts, one of his hands trailing away from Buck’s hair, resting on his chest instead, “you’re planning on staying the night?”

“If that’s alright,” Buck responds, his own hand coming to hold Eddie’s in its place.

That was new. Since getting struck by lightning– since dying– Eddie has constantly reached out for Buck, keeping him close, and when they’re alone placing his hand on his heart just to make sure that it’s still there and still beating. It’s when Eddie’s hand trails away, though, that things are weird, because it’s never the same. Tonight is no different, Eddie looking at Buck as he moves his hand away from Buck’s chest and rather to caress his cheek.

“You’re still here,” Eddie whispers, his voice barely audible.

“I’m still here,” Buck assures, hand still wrapped around Eddie’s. “We’re still here.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, properly interlocking his and Buck’s hands, “we are.”

“You should get to bed,” Buck says, sitting up, but Eddie only pulls him closer, Buck’s back falling flush against Eddie’s chest.

“So should you,” Eddie says, wrapping his arms around Buck’s middle.

“Eddie…” Buck sighs, turning his head away, as if that would change their current positions.

“You said that just being here is a comfort,” Eddie whispers into Buck’s ear, clocking the reaction Buck has, “so why not see if I can comfort you more?”

“How?” Buck asks, and he already knows the answer, but– god, Eddie doesn’t know what he’s doing.

“Just let me hold you. You were tense until my fingers landed in your hair before, so I have to assume that means that me touching you helps, right? So let me hold you,” Eddie pleas, and Buck melts against him immediately, rolling around in his place to hug Eddie’s torso.

“Thank you,” Buck whispers, and Eddie doesn’t give a verbal response, simply holding Buck tighter. I love you so much.

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gibuckaroo · 1 month

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buck and eddie and laundry detergent

text messages

part 1, part 2

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911firefox · 2 years

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Eddie's office burned to a crisp. Presumably like most people he had personal effects in there.

Some easy to replace but what about his keys to home, car etc his wallet and the contents.

I'm now picturing Buck taking Eddie home because the car keys (and potentially his car since it would have been at dispatch tho the parking lot didn't get damaged I doubt he could just drive it out that night) are gone.

Buck having to use his key to bring Eddie home. Maybe sitting up with him I'm helping to make the official calls to replace the cards from his wallet. Replacing the cell phone and all the pain in ass stuff that process entails.

Just Buck being there and helping with all the domestic and partner things because that's what they are even if they haven't noticed.

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hoodie-buck · 2 years

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so we can get to the fun part

my fingers slipped and i accidentally wrote another coda to 5x17 instead of working on any of my wips 🙃

rated g | words: 1.7k

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Eddie had finally gotten Chris tucked into bed when his phone began to buzz, the all too familiar picture of Buck and Chris lighting up his phone, the one they’d taken and sent to him on one of their many zoo trips.

He smiles down to his phone as he accepts the facetime call, laying back on the bed in his parents’ spare bedroom.

“Hey Buck.”

It was late, though Buck seemed wide awake, something like pain flashing across his face before it was replaced with a smile, his blues beaming to something off camera. Eddie raises a brow as Buck flips the camera, displaying a sleeping Jee-Yun over his lap; Eddie commits the image to memory instantly.

“We’re having a sleepover.”

Eddie has to admit that he’s a little jealous, though he’s glad to see his best friend safe after everything that happened, tucked in with his favorite niece for the night.

Buck had texted him a series of messages earlier, giving him the rundown about Jonah and what had gone down; it made him sick. Eddie hated that he couldn’t be there with his teammates, his family, but he was where he needed to be for the moment.

“How’s everyone doing?”

“Hen and Chim checked out ok, but they wanna keep them overnight to make sure. Maddie said she’s gonna stay with him for the night.”

With the camera still on Jee, Eddie can see as Buck runs his fingers through her hair, brushing the stray pieces off her face. Eddie gets lost on the sight, almost forgetting they were having a conversation until Buck’s face fills the screen once more.

“So, how’s everything going there?”

“Better than I thought it would’ve actually.”

Buck nods, though he still seems far away, his gaze not quite meeting Eddie’s like it usually does, even through a screen.

“That’s good Eds. Guessing you and your dad were able to talk?”

“Yea, we uh, I think we’re gonna be ok.”

His relationship with his father wouldn’t change overnight, though they’d made more progress than they had in years, so that was something.

“I’m glad. You look lighter Eds. You’ve been smiling more again.”

Was he?

“Yea, I um, I’ve been feeling a little more myself lately.”

They don’t say anything for a while, Eddie watching as Buck changes expressions several times, the camera shifting as he fidgets with his fingers beyond the screen.

“Hey, you know you can talk to me, right? I mean, if something’s bothering you?”

Buck does look to the screen then, those blues of his a little darkened.

“I—it’s nothing. Everything’s good here Eds. Just tired.”

Eddie doesn’t buy it for a second; Buck’s a terrible liar, especially with the way Eddie can read him, almost better than himself.

“If you don’t tell me now, I’ll just have to fly home tonight and get it out of you in person.”

Bucks face softens again, his hand bringing the phone closer to his face on instinct.

“You would do that?”

He would; he wished Buck understood that without having to ask.

“Of course, you’re my best friend, Buck. Tell me what’s going on.”

Eddie doesn’t add that Buck means so much more to him than that; that’s for another night, preferably one when they’re not thousands of miles apart. Buck sighs dejectedly, biting at his lip before answering.

“She promised. She-she promised, but she did it anyway.”

Eddie doesn’t have to ask to know he’s talking about Taylor.

“What did Taylor promise?”

Buck scrubs a hand over his face, sitting up a little, making sure not to jostle Jee who’s still soundly resting over his chest.

“Hen and Chim came over to talk about Jonah…asking if Taylor could help them find some footage. It was supposed to be off the record, but I found her looking into it later and talking to someone on the phone about it. She-she promised me Eds, but I saw her on the news tonight talking about it anyway.”

Eddie has no idea what facial expression he makes, though he tries to keep his tone neutral; it wasn’t exactly a secret that he wasn’t Taylor’s biggest fan, and not just because she was Buck’s girlfriend—Taylor had given him plenty of reasons over the years.

“I’m sorry Buck, that’s shitty. She shouldn’t have violated any of your guy’s trust like that. I can’t say I’m surprised though.”

“Yea, me either.”

And Eddie—wasn’t expecting Buck to agree with him.

“Did something else happen?”

Buck’s shoulders rise and fall as he lets out another heavy breath, fingers picking at some invisible lint on his hoodie.

“Well, I don’t think anyone’s forgotten about how we first met her, with those brownies and all, but she just—she always chooses work, her stories, over anything, no matter who she hurts in the process. All she cares about is having the ‘best’ story and getting the coverage out there first.”

That had become abundantly clear to Eddie over the years, though he didn’t know Buck had been taking note of it as well.

“Have you talked to her about it, about tonight?”

“She was still reporting when I called her, so I left her a voicemail. I—I’m just so angry Eds.”

Eddie knows Buck’s more upset with himself than Taylor; Buck always blames himself.

“Hey, you’re allowed to be angry Buck. What she did is wrong. She only had that information because of her tie to you, and she gave you her word she wouldn’t use it.”

Buck’s head slumps back against the couch then, his hand moving to rub over his eyes.

“She’s probably punishing me.”

“What the hell would she be punishing you for?”

“Because I kissed Lucy.”

Oh yea, that.

“Well from what you told me, she didn’t seem all that upset about it. I mean she could’ve left Buck, but she chose to stay.”

“Yea well I didn’t really give her much of a choice since I asked her to move in and she dropped her lease.”

Yea, Buck had definitely over compensated with that one, but again, Taylor chose to stay.

“You fucked up Buck. That doesn’t make it right for her to turn around and do this, especially when it doesn’t just affect you. I think we both know that Taylor wanted that story, and she was going to sabotage anyone to have it, even you.” Buck rubs at his eyes. Eddie can see the way they’ve turned glassy, Buck refusing to meet Eddie’s gaze.

“Can we—how’s Chris, and Abuela?”

Eddie knows it’s a deflection, an easy way out, one he gives Buck because he hates to see him in pain, especially when he can’t be there physically.

“Well, Abuela made tamales.”

That instantly gets a smile from Buck, one Eddie is all too happy to see. They talk for a while longer, avoiding any topics that are too heavy, Eddie watching as Buck’s eyelids droop further and further, his soft sleep sounds eventually coming through Eddie’s speaker; if Eddie takes a screenshot that’s all too adorable, well, that’s his business. ~

It’s not until later the next week that Eddie sees Buck again.

He’d gotten back from El Paso a few days after their conversation, Buck on shift the next couple.

They were working together in Eddie’s room, patching up the holes so that the walls could be re-painted. Eddie would be lying if he didn’t still feel shameful about that night, but he was working on it. He was working on letting people in, Buck being one at the top of that list.

“I broke up with Taylor.”

Eddie nearly drops the paintbrush in his hand, staring over to Buck with wide eyes.

“Are you ok?”

Buck seems surprised by his answer, though he continues on with his painting.

“Yea. I just, it hadn’t really been working out for a while, you know?”

Yes, Eddie had been able to come to that conclusion years ago, though he’d been too afraid to mention those observations to Buck.

“How um—do you wanna talk about it?”

One thing Eddie had learned over the years with Buck was not to push; he would open up when he was ready.

Buck pauses his movements, shrugging his shoulders.

“She was upset, but eventually agreed with me. I told her she could keep the loft.”

“Are you gonna try and find a place with Maddie?”

Buck sets the tray and brush down then, finally looking over at Eddie.

“No, I um, she said she really needs to focus on herself right now, so I don’t wanna get in the way of that.”

“Yea, that-that makes sense.”

Eddie wants to offer his place, he does, but he doesn’t want Buck to feel obligated.

Buck looks down to the floor, his hands fidgeting as he finally looks back up to Eddie.

“I was wondering if um, if maybe I could stay here for a while, with-with you and Chris?”

When Eddie doesn’t immediately answer, Buck tags on, “I mean you can say no, I can uh, always find somewhere else, or—”

“Buck, of course you can stay with us. You don’t even have to ask.”

Buck does that little head duck, the one that’s all too adorable, smiling softly over to Eddie.

“You uh, you won’t mind my snoring?”

Eddie lets out a laugh, one that has Buck smiling brighter.

“Not as long as you don’t mind me having a mental breakdown in the middle of the night.”

Buck’s gaze turns serious then.

“I’ll always be here Eds, no matter what.”

Why couldn’t Buck have said one of his ridiculous random facts instead of getting all sappy on him?

“Or you know, I could-I could be there for you.”

There. Two can play at that game.

A bashful smile creeps over Buck’s face, one that has his cheeks tinging red.

“C’mon partner, lets’ finish these walls so we can get to the fun part.”

Eddie easily agrees, picking up where they left off, the two of them working in sync as always.

They work on the room little by little, putting it back together, everything falling right into place. Everything fit together perfectly; the bed, their legs tangled together beneath the covers, Buck’s lips over his, just—everything.

As it turns out, ‘the fun part’ ends up being Eddie’s favorite step, Buck’s too. It was like having a sleepover of their own every night, one Eddie never wants to end.

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