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once-upon-an-imagine · 4 months

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Saw you are taking 9-1-1 requests. Would you maybe write one with Eddie x reader where she is preparing some food for Christmas (maybe desserts to take to Bobby and Athena's) and she manages to cut herself. Eddie helping clean it and assess the damage before deciding she needs stitches. Buck comes over to hang out with Christopher. Maybe some fluffy cute stuff while they sit in the waiting room and then with the reader trying to walk Eddie through finishing the dessert when they get home because she can't really use her hand.

hello, love! this was so cute! sorry it's past Christmas but hope you're still in the Christmas spirit and like this little story 😊 Happy Holidays everyone! Warnings: reader gets cut and is scared of needles; I think that's it, this is also my first time writing for 9-1-1 and Eddie Diaz so, I hope you loves like it! I have a few more in my inbox Disclaimer: I don’t own 9-1-1 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁

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Christmas Cookies

“Would you please just let me help you?” Eddie asked for about the twentieth time.

“No, I’ve got it” you insisted. “Besides, you can go take care of our guest-”

“Buck is not our guest. He’s practically our other kid” Eddie laughed.

“I heard that!” you heard from the living room where Buck was playing video games with Christopher.

“I meant you to!” Eddie said, before looking back at you and smiling at you covered in powdered sugar. “What is that?” he asked as you put a tray of cookies in front of him.

“Chocolate Peppermint cookies” you shrugged. “They are Athena’s favorites” you explained. “For tonight's Christmas party?” you said, when you got no response.

“I thought you were making brownies” Eddie said confused.

“I am” you told him. “Chimney loves brownies” you continued.

“What else are you making?” he asked, leaning on the counter and looking at the endless amount of ingredients.

“Well, gingerbread cookies for Bobby, lemon bars for Maggie, Linzer cookies that Hen and Karen love” you smiled, pointing at the tupperware containing them. “And chocolate chip cookies with M&M’s” you said, grabbing one.

“Oh, yeah, those are Chris’ favorites” Eddie said, grabbing a few M&M’s.

“Yep… all the kids love them” you smiled.

“And…?”

“Buck and Al” you added.

“There it is” Eddie chuckled. “Sweetheart, you did not have to do this many desserts” he insisted. “Athena literally asked you to bring one dessert” he said.

“Don’t worry, I have your buñuelos too” you rolled your eyes.

“No, love, that’s not the point” he chuckled.

“Well, what was I supposed to do?”

“That? Just make one dessert” Eddie said as you started chopping some walnuts for the brownies.

“Yes, but if I make one dessert, I still have to make enough for everyone, so I thought it would be best to have a little bit of everything knowing that there’s something that everyone enjoys” you explained.

“Look, I know you’re the one who owns a small bakery-”

“Small?”

“Those are your words” he defended himself. “But I still think you are spoiling everyone by bringing a hundred desserts” he continued.

“It’s not a hundred” you said, looking back at him.

“Sweetheart, you’re overworking yourself-”

“I’m not-!”

“Yes, you are, I mean, you are making about ten different kinds of desserts, and none of them are even your favorite” he said, walking closer to you.

“I like all of these desserts!” you insisted.

“You are allergic to nuts, and you don’t like gingerbread cookies. Or Linzer cookies” he reminded you.

“Ugh, look if you’re just going to be all rational about this, and keep bugging me, why don’t you just go play video games with Buck and Chris in the other room?”

“Oh, I’m bugging you? You’re kicking me out of my kitchen?”

“Yes, Eddie, I am kicking you out of your kitchen because you’re distracting me, and you’re gonna make us late-” you stopped when you felt a sharp pain on your hand. Eddie’s smug smirk disappeared when he saw the expression on your face and you both looked at your hand. Your hand, which was now entirely red thanks to the spot you had just cut. “Shit” you muttered under your breath.

“Baby, are you okay?” Eddie asked, running over to you.

“Why is it bleeding so much?” you asked, getting a bit more anxious. You had cut yourself before at work, but it was never this big of a deal, usually a bandaid would cover it.

“Stay calm, okay?” he said, gently grabbing your hand. “Let me look at it” he said, walking you over to the sink.

“What happened?” Buck asked coming into the kitchen with Christopher on his back. “Whoa!”

“You’re bleeding a lot” Chris pointed out.

“Oh, honey, I’m sure it looks worse than it is- OUCH!” you complained as Eddie cleaned your wound.

“Sorry” he said, with a small smile. “It does seem it’s as bad as it looks though” he said. “It’s pretty deep, love. I think you need stitches” he instructed.

“W-what?” you asked, feeling your heart stop a little.

“You sure? Let me see” Buck said, putting Chris down and walking over to the two of you. “Oh yeah, you definitely need stitches” he agreed.

“N-no, I don’t” you chuckled nervously. “I’m sure I can just clean it up and put on a bandaid” you said, trying to take your hand away from Eddie.

“Sweetheart, you need stitches” he repeated.

“W-why?”

“It’s too deep” he insisted.

“B-but I don’t want stitches” you said.

“She’s afraid of needles” Christopher said from his spot.

“What? No, she’s not” Eddie chuckled, looking at his son and then back at you. “Are you?”

“Don’t look at me as if I’m crazy for not liking someone stabbing me with a needle” you glared at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked” you shrugged.

“How come Christopher knows?”

“He asked me!”

“Okay, let’s just go” he said, putting something to apply pressure on your hand.

“B-but my desserts-”

“Sweetheart, you need stitches, you can’t even move your hand at this point and you’re bleeding a lot” he said worriedly. “Let’s go!”

“Yeah, don’t worry, we’ll finish up in here” Buck said.

“Don’t touch my desserts!”

“Don’t go near my kitchen!” Eddie yelled out at the same time as you.

“Okay, fine. Geez, you try to be helpful for once” he rolled his eyes as Christopher laughed at him.

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“Hey” Eddie said, holding your good hand and making your leg stop shaking once you were in the waiting room. “It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. I promise you won’t even feel it” he smiled encouragingly.

“Easy for you to say. You practically see and do these kinds of things every day at work. Plus, you have tattoos. You are clearly okay with someone stabbing your skin with a needle-”

“Nobody’s stabbing your skin with a needle, okay? You will just feel a small pinch, I promise” he said, kissing your hand. “How come you hadn’t told me about this?”

“About what?” you frowned.

“You not liking needles. I mean, Christopher knew” he pouted.

“I don’t know, it’s not something that comes up a lot” you shrugged. “It’s not like spiders where you can just find one randomly crawling around somewhere. It’s easy to avoid needles. I told Christopher when he was having nightmares and I said everyone’s afraid of something, so he asked what I was afraid of” you explained. “Plus, it’s… kinda dumb” you said, looking down.

“What? It’s not dumb” he insisted.

“Yes, it is. You and everyone at the 118 face so many things every single day which are a lot scarier than a dumb needle-”

“Bobby’s scared of needles too” he interrupted.

“What?”

“Yeah” he smiled.

“Bobby? Your captain, Bobby? Captain Robert Nash?”

“Yes” he chuckled. “He suffers every time he donates blood” he explained. “Apparently, he has a rare type of blood that can cure pregnant women and their babies of rhesus disease” he continued.

“Honey, I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but you’re honestly making it worse” you pouted.

“What? How?”

“Because of course, Bobby can power through it and still donate blood! How does this apply to me?”

“You can too!”

“Edmundo, I am certain that you are not comparing me to your captain. He’s like the bravest person that I know!”

“Hey!”

“Aside from you!” you insisted.

“Look” he said, squeezing your good hand. “I know that you’re brave. Not Bobby brave, according to you, but you are” he insisted. “Plus, I’m going to be here and I promise to hold your hand the entire time, okay? You can squeeze it as hard as you need to” he said before kissing your temple.

“Thanks” you smiled, resting your head on his shoulder.

“And besides, you’re right. Everyone’s afraid of something. You have nothing to be embarrassed about, okay?” he said, giving you a peck on the lips.

“Okay” you smiled, still a little nervous. “So… what are you afraid of?”

“You know that” he chuckled.

“No, no. I don’t mean a meaningful fear, like something happening to Christopher, that’s rational-”

“Something happening to you is on the list as well-”

“I mean a dumb fear, like needles” you ignored him.

He sighed, looking away and then finally caved. “If you tell Buck-”

“My lips are sealed, love. I promise” you smiled.

“Snakes” he muttered.

“What?” you frowned.

“Snakes” he repeated a little louder.

“Hold on, is that why you squished my hand when Buck told us about that girl who was being strangled by her own snake? That he later hooked up with?”

“Well, yes!” he said as if it was obvious.

“Well, that’s a little bit more rational” you insisted. “I mean, snakes can be venomous and- ouch!”

“What is it your hand?”

“Yes!” you said, ungluing your good hand from his. “You’re squishing it!”

“Sorry, love” he apologized.

“It’s okay” you said, pulling him closer and kissing him again. “Thanks for letting me know” you smiled. “And thank you for being here for me” you said, kissing his cheek.

“Always, sweetheart” he smiled. "I love you" he kissed you.

"I love you too" you said, resting your head on his shoulder again.

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“OH MY GOD! You are doing it all wrong!” you yelled as Eddie glared at you.

“I cannot believe this is the thank you I get for trying to help you!”

“This is not thank you. This is the opposite of thank you! You burnt my cookies!”

“That was Buck!”

“Hey!” Buck said, pointing the fire extinguisher at the oven. “You didn’t tell me they were ready and I was busy over here doing the stupid lemon bars that nobody even likes!”

“Maddie likes them!” you argued.

“Well, if you don’t like it, you come here and do it!”

“She can’t move her hand!” Eddie, snapped at Buck, as Christopher laughed at the whole scene while he ate chocolate chip cookies.

“Yes, I can!” you insisted. “And obviously, I have to if I want to bring something tonight” you said, trying to grab one of the trays, but Eddie stopped you and carefully grabbed your bandaged hand.

“Out of my kitchen, love!” he said as you glared at him. "You are on mandatory rest until I say so" he reminded you.

"I hate you" you said, rolling your eyes and going to sit next to Christopher on the counter.

"I love you too" he smiled, kissing your forehead.

“How are you two firefighters, and you have burnt down half of my desserts!?”

The End

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A/N: I hope you liked it :D

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make-me-imagine · 2 years

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Flowers and Floss

Scenario Prompt: 'B bringing A hand-picked flowers' Requested By: @le-green-lion (Mystery Prompt Request Blue 23)

Plot: After weeks of dancing around his feelings, Eddie finally had the courage to ask you on a date.

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x GN!Reader

[Warnings: None~] -- [Words: 563 ]

A/N: I struggled a lot with this for some reason, so it is unfortunately just a drabble. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

Eddie let out a groan as he tore off his shirt for the third time, before grabbing another one. Pulling it on, he turned and stretched out his arms "How about this one?"

Christopher let out a frustrated sigh. "Dad, just pick one, already."

Eddie let out a soft laugh. "Okay, okay, this one it is." Running his fingers through his hair, he checked over his reflection one more time.

Hearing a knock at the door, he felt his heart jolt. "Alright, that's Carla."

"It's time, dad."

He let out a long breath. "It's time."

Eddie's heart refused to slow down as he got closer and closer to your house. After weeks of dancing around his feelings, he finally asked you on a date. That should have been the hard part, but his nerves refused to settle.

As his eyes grazed over a patch of wildflowers along the sidewalk, it suddenly donned on him that he should have bought you flowers. Glancing at the clock, he cursed himself, it was too late.

Unless...

Pulling over, he quickly jumped out of the car and ran over to the flowers. Picking the ones he thought you would like the most, he bundled them up before searching through his car for something to tie them together. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he remembered he had something in the glove box that would work.

- - -

As you heard your doorbell chime, you let out a deep breath to try and settle your nerves before you opened the door. You walked slowly towards the door, as to not seem too eager.

As you pulled the door open, revealing a smiling Eddie, you felt your heart flutter. You smiled at him as you noticed the bundle of flowers in his hand.

As he handed them to you, a grin spread across your face. You could tell they were hand picked, as they were thrown together haphazardly, with an occasional blade of grass tossed in.

You met Eddie's eyes with a sweet smile. "Thank you Eddie, that's so sweet."

A giggle threatened to bubbly out, but you repressed it, until you saw that the bundle of flowers was tied together with...floss?

"Eddie...is this, floss?"

You saw Eddie repress a grimace before he let out a chuckle. "I didn't have anything else in my car."

The giggle that you were trying to keep down bubbled out of your mouth. "Well it's the thought that counts."

Eddie chuckled again as you moved for him to come inside. "I'll put these in some water, then we can go."

Eddie nodded as he stepped into your house.

You called back from the kitchen, as he waited by the door. "Where are we going anyways? You still haven't told me."

"That's because it's a surprise, I don't want to ruin it."

As you came back into the room, you let out a breathy laugh. "Well then can you at least tell me if I am dressed appropriately?"

As his eyes ran over you, he smiled and met your eyes. "You look perfect."

You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled. "Not too little? Not too much?"

He shook his head lightly. "No. You're fine, promise."

You squinted lightly with a playful smile as you grabbed your bag and walked out of the house with Eddie. "Alright, I'll trust you."

Eddie chuckled. "That's all I ask."

xx End xx

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loserdiaz · 22 days

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hi so i watched this sneak peek and then i blinked and next thing i know ive written this thing.... i might use it for a s7 fic or i might not. so.... yeah, enjoy ig.

"You've been acting weird all week, Buck. What is it? Talk to me."

"It's like that thing when you meet somebody and you just click." Buck repeats the words that have been haunting him for weeks. He lets the bitterness and fear that have been choking him, suffocating him, slip off his lips.

He is not fine. It's the thing.

He could usually go over to Eddie’s house and let himself in whenever he wanted. He could— spend all of his free time with the guy and with Chris and feel like he's at home.

And sometimes they still do that.

Except Tommy is there most of the time, too. If it's not a night at the bar after a long shift where they want to unwind and Tommy just enters, confident and smiley and so unbothered by anything, it's Tommy inviting them to a fight or a game or whatever.

And Buck likes the guy. Hell, he has fucked the guy himself.

It's just—

He misses Eddie. He misses Eddie when he is right there in front of him, and it hurts. It hurts in a way Buck hasn't felt in a long time.

"Buck, what the hell are you talking about?" A slight crease forms in between Eddie's brows. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's what you told me, when we were talking about Tommy."

"So? Now I can't have any more friends?" Eddie raises his eyebrows, and Buck knows he's sounding... insane, needy, clingy. All of the above whatever.

"You can. I just—" Buck lets out a slow breath. "I hate change, okay? And I hate—"

"Nothing has changed."

"Eddie, everything has changed." Buck lets out a startled, sharp and bitter laugh. It sounds hollow and wrong, even to his own ears.

It stings. Like taking a sip of tea so hot it burns the roof of your mouth or like digging your finger against a tender bruise that hasn't quite healed yet.

"Everything has changed," Buck whispers, looking helplessly into Eddie’s eyes. Because unlike before, now he knows that the jealousy he feels, the unreasonable possessiveness he feels... it's because he is in love.

He is in love with Eddie Diaz.

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babygirl-diaz · 2 months

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Eddie: Did you pay the Ferris Wheel girl to stop it up here? Buck: Am I that transparent? Eddie: Yes, and I saw you paying her. But I swear to god, Buck, you propose to me on a Ferris Wheel and I will throw you off it Buck, laughing nervously: Nah, Chris will never forgive me if he's not there for the proposal Eddie: Then what is it? Buck: I just- Look up! Eddie, looking up: What? *News 8 helicopter in the sky with the banner "Eddie Diaz, will you marry me?" trailing behind it* Buck, awkwardly getting on one knee: You can throw me off the wheel later. First just say yes, because I really don't want us to tilt and fall over Eddie, laughing: Oh, just come here and let me kiss already! Buck, sitting back down and kissing Eddie: Wait, is that a yes? Eddie: A very enthusiastic yes! But I thought you weren't gonna propose without Chris Buck: Well, he is technically a part of the proposal Eddie: How so? Buck: He's in the helicopter Eddie: WAIT... YOU SENT MY SON ON THAT DEATHTRAP?! Buck: Don't worry, Taylor is also there with him Eddie: YOU SENT MY SON ON THAT DEATHTRAP WITH YOUR EX?!

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hoodie-buck · 1 month

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you've got game

—idk this silly idea came to me after last nights ep and i just blacked out and wrote whatever this is <33

words: 1.1k | rated: g | read on ao3

They’d been lying there for about ten minutes with nothing said between them. Buck had asked Eddie about Chris and the letter, listening to Eddie work his thoughts out, offering commentary when needed.

The conversation with Chris had devastated both of them, but especially Eddie. With Chris getting older, the difficult questions kept coming. They were both finding them harder to answer.

For the time being, Eddie had settled with the fact that Buck had talked Chris through it and that Chris had eventually read the letter and put the picture of his mom back up. It was a start.

It was a serious matter, one Buck knew Chris wasn’t going to be “over” with a single letter, but it helped; for now.

Even so, Buck couldn’t help the silly little thought that kept creeping in the back of his mind. He let out a little laugh for it, quickly trying to cover it with a cough. Eddie didn’t buy it.

“Care to share?”

Buck cleared his throat as he turned to lay on his back. Eddie laid on his side next to him, facing Buck.

“Nothing. It’s uh, it’s dumb. And probably not uh, not appropriate right now.”

Buck knew if he turned toward Eddie he’d find his boyfriend directing a raised brow his direction. And so, Buck avoided it, turning back onto his side and away from Eddie. Still, Eddie wasn’t having it.

Eddie snuggled up behind him, snaking his arms around Buck as he pulled him in close, nuzzling into him.

“Inappropriate thoughts have never stopped you from sharing before.”

Buck snorted as Eddie squeezed him tighter.

Buck tapped his fingers over Eddie’s, stalling.

“Well it was just, I was kind of—proud.”

“Of what, that I didn’t have a panic attack about the whole thing?”

Buck smiled as he brought one of Eddie’s hands up to pepper kisses over. “Well yes that, but I was thinking more that ya know…our son has game.”

A groan fell out of Eddie and he was turning away and abandoning Buck in an instant. Buck rolled to face Eddie, propping his head up on his arm.

“C’mon babe, he has five different girls going after him? I’m just saying; that’s pretty impressive.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Buck pushed into Eddie’s space, nosing into him.

“I mean, I’m just saying…we know he doesn’t get that from you.”

A playful yet warning pinch came to his side, Buck yelping a little for it as he pushed further into Eddie’s space. He made the smart decision not to say anything further.

Eddie’s arm reached out, his fingers landing on Buck’s hip. His hand fit right into place, molding into Buck.

“I got you, didn’t I?”

Buck was grateful the room was dark enough to hide the flush of his cheeks. Even after all these years, Eddie still had such an effect on him. He hoped that would never change.

Buck slid his hand down to meet Eddie’s and he threaded them together.

“I’m not immune to your charm like the others.”

Eddie snorted. “You just like my ass.”

Buck quickly shifted their positions so he could get his hands on Eddie, practically pulling his boyfriend on top of him. He squeezed Edddie’s ass before kissing him a little filthily.

“Well it is a nice ass. But it’s not why I fell in love with you.”

A smile fell off Eddie’s lips, one he placed to Bucks.

“Then tell me cowboy, what did lure you in?”

Buck preened for the dorky pet name. He brushed his hands up and down Eddie’s arms a little absently as he thought over all the things that made him fall in love with one Eddie Diaz.

“Well, you’re badass under pressure, you let me into your adorable sons life, you always have my back, you’re my best friend, you’re the best dad I know, and you’re probably the most selfless person I’ve met besides my sister. You’re always there when anyone needs you, and adorably afraid of technology. You make me wanna be a better person and you just…well you love me for—me.” Buck squeezed Eddie’s arms before leaning up to kiss him and whispering into him. “And you have a nice ass.”

Eddie rolled his eyes then kissed Buck again, sweet and slow.

“Thank you Buck, for always being there for us. Chris looks up to you; trusts you.” Eddie looked down to him, those browns wide and endearing. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Buck smiled up to him while pulling Eddie closer.

“Good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

Their lips met in the middle, soft yet passionate kisses shared between them. They eventually settled back into each other, Buck on his back with Eddie nestled in close.

“You know,” Eddie started, tapping a finger across Bucks bare chest. “I’m pretty proud of you too.”

“Why’s that?” Buck asked, settling further against Eddie.

“Well, I know how badly you wanted to congratulate our kid for being a total ladies man, but you somehow managed to refrain. I know that must’ve been hard for you.”

Buck sighed as he tossed his head back. “God Eds that was so badass of him! I wasn’t meant to be the un-fun parent.”

Buck pouted while Eddie snickered. Eddie sat up to kiss his pout away, Buck easily accepting it.

“You know, I still have pretty good game.”

Eddie raised his brows. “You think so?”

Buck puffed out his chest a bit. “Oh I know so.”

“Prove it,” Eddie challenged, Buck not backing down.

Buck pulled Eddie back against him, wrapping him up tight as he whispered in his ear, sliding his hand down the expanse of Eddie. “So are you just excited about this talk or is that a—“

“Buck—go to bed.”

Buck totally had game, for the record. Eddie was no fun sometimes.

“You didn’t even let me get to the punchline!”

“That’s because I already know it dork. You use it on me all the time.”

Well, when Buck found something good, he stuck with it. Especially at work when it tended to send a blush across Eddie’s cheeks as Eddie gave him a firm yet bothered warning.

“Fine, but I have more, that I will be wooing you with starting tomorrow.”

Eddie chuckled in his hold. “Can’t wait. But just remember, you already have me. I’m all yours Buck.”

He did love the sound of that.

Buck snuggled in closer, Eddie tilting his head up so their lips could meet.

“And I’m all yours.

Just when Buck was finally settled and on the verge of sleep, Eddie’s voice filled the silence.

“You can use your cheesy lines to pick me up any day.”

Buck smiled into him. “Yea, or you know uh, you could-you could use them on me.”

Why did they need game when they had each other?

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5sospenguinqueen · 2 months

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Bobby: Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on here?!?

Eddie: Well, it’s kinda complicated, but Buck-

Bobby: Got it. Forget I asked. Don’t want to know

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tizniz · 10 days

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al and i were talking about our precious babies buck/eddie/tommy and i said how i wanted to write them more (outside of sex) and she said “they’re on a date and one of them is late and kisses the other two before sitting down” and i wrote this little moment that i need to share:

Tommy is late because his shift ran over.

He cups Buck’s cheek, so soft and gentle, tipping his head back and kisses him, “Hi, sweetheart.”

Buck giggles, because Tommy (and Eddie) does this to him — has him fluttery and giggly and happy, “Hi.”

And Eddie isn’t big with PDA, but he’s finding himself enjoying it more with Buck and Tommy. And then Tommy turns his attention to him, rests a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, thumb brushing along his jaw as he leans in, “And hello to you, handsome.”

Eddie feels himself flush (because he’s learning to accept compliments) as he tilts his head back to accept the kiss. He doesn’t think about others looking and staring anymore. He just lets himself be kissed by his one boyfriend while his other holds his hand on Buck’s lap. And it feels right and good.

SMALL EDIT: ....yeaaaah I'm probably going to end up writing this as a bigger thing / write more of these three. Oops.

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henwilsonmd · 1 year

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post 6x18: some out-of-order vignettes | ao3

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“Buck,” said Eddie, trying to school his face into something less fond and amused. “That’s my couch.”

Buck turned from where he’d been happily showing off the new piece of furniture he’d gotten with Natalia the day prior. “What?”

“The couch,” Eddie repeated, with a quirk of his eyebrow. “You bought my exact couch.”

“No,” Buck replied with a shake of his head. “No, it’s definitely different.”

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Eddie looked at it—a three-seater in dark blue, velvet-y fabric with square corners and deep seats to accommodate his long legs. They’d picked out some nice white decorative pillows for it, and it’s certainly brand-new looking, but—

“It’s totally the same.” Eddie gave up on hiding his smile.

Buck looked back to the couch, tilting his head to scrutinize it. After a moment, he sighed, planting his hands on his hips. “Ah, fuck. It’s totally the same.”

Eddie groaned, letting his head thump back onto the edge of the cot behind him. “The pain meds are definitely kicking in.”

“Well, good,” snarked Buck from a chair next to him, attention half-focused on his phone in his hands. “That’s what they’re supposed to do.”

Eddie sighed, long-suffering. “You too?”

“Yes, Eddie, me too.” Buck replied, thumbs flying as he tapped out something on the screen in his hands. Probably to Maddie. Probably about Chim. Who was probably okay. “Your ribs are fucking broken.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, staring at the ceiling. “And I know what they feel like. I’m fine, there was—other stuff going on.” He thought about that paramedic from the 133 shining a penlight into Hen’s eyes, frowning like he didn’t like the results and going back in to do it again. He thought about the constant jitter of Buck’s leg next to him, the constant worry for Bobby and Chimney who’d taken the other two ambulances before the three of them had managed to squeeze into another cab. “Besides,” Eddie pulled himself back on track. “Did you even get checked out?” He leveled Buck with a look that he hoped had more energy behind it than he had left.

Buck shrugged, powering off his phone with a click. “I’m fine.”

“There’s blood all over your face,” Eddie pointed out.

“Hen cleaned most of it up already.”

“There was more?”

“That’s—Eddie, I’m fine,” Buck said, turning towards him. “I scraped up my cheek and bit my tongue when I fell, and, sure, I’ll be a little bruised, but I’m fine.”

“You lost consciousness,” Eddie pointed out, and he swallowed around a dry throat.

“How… how did you know that?” Buck stuttered in reply.

Eddie gave his own shrug, picking at the edge of the right kneepad on his turnout pants. “I didn’t pass out. I radioed right after I’d gotten my bearings, but no one answered. Then, like, thirty seconds later you must have woken up.”

Buck, for a moment, held Eddie’s gaze with something so unbelievably devastated, and guilty—like the thought of not being able to answer Eddie’s call was the worst possible thing that had happened that day. Then he flicked his eyes down to the floor. “Okay, s-so, like, thirty seconds. I’m fine, Eddie. Really.”

Eddie frowned, thinking about those thirty seconds—an unbearable weight on his back, a growing pain in his chest, and the clawing panic as he listened to the silence stretching out on the other side of the radio and fought the mounting urge to plead, I’m still alive, please, I’m still alive down here.

And then how he’d breathed a hugely painful sigh of relief when Buck finally asked for a headcount, how he’d fumbled into his pocket for his St. Christopher medal and prayed—something he hadn’t done since that awful week of the coma. Prayed that he’d come home safe to his son, but also that Buck would be careful—that he wouldn’t do something stupid and destructive and reckless to save any of them.

That heady rush of gratitude when Buck had sawed the doors open, taking off his safety goggles and assessing Eddie’s situation with a calculating, heavy gaze.

Next to him, Buck cleared his throat, shifting in the chair. “Anyway, you broke three ribs, man. Let the meds do their job.”

Eddie huffed a laugh, leaning back into the pillows behind him. “Trust me, they are.”

Eddie sipped his Diet Coke, beer off-limits because he was still taking the Tylenol threes. “So, you finally got a new couch.”

“I had a couch before,” Buck pointed out, a matching soda in his hand for solidarity. “Kameron just—y’know, gave birth all over it.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, snorting a soft laugh. “That must have been wild.”

Buck chuckled. “The baby didn’t want to wait, I guess.”

“Impatient little guy,” Eddie said. “Must be those Buckley genes.”

“Hey,” Buck protested, pointing a finger. “I can be plenty patient.”

“Sure,” Eddie agreed placatingly, but be noticed how there seemed to be something more behind the mirth in Buck’s eyes—the plastic pieces at the edges of his smile. He fought the urge to say I told you so—mostly because it would have been childish, but also because Buck hadn’t asked for his opinion at any step of the way, and Eddie hadn’t offered.

Eddie decided to wait him out—usually the best course of action when it came to Buck. Eddie understood intimately how much time it could take to parse through a mess of feelings in your brain and formulate them into words that would make sense to another person. Usually, Eddie would sit quietly and sip his beer while watching Buck’s feelings play out on his unguarded face, and after a minute or two Buck would haltingly begin to explain what had been going on with him.

Eddie had tried to explain that to Maddie when they’d both been nearly sick with worry over Buck’s post-coma mental state. “He’ll come to you when he’s ready,” Eddie had said over the phone. “You can’t force him to talk about it.”

“Eddie, you don’t know him like I do,” Maddie had protested. “He shouldn’t be alone right now.”

And Eddie had opened his mouth to say no, actually, I know him better than you, I know him better than anyone, but—that’s not true, is it? Why would Eddie know Buck better than his own sister, who’s spent the entire thirty years of his life caring for him, when Eddie’s only had him for—what, five years? Then subtract all the things they didn’t talk to each other about and all the issues they’ve had, and—yeah, who is Eddie to say what’s best for Buck?

And then Buck had knocked on his door and passed out on his couch and Eddie had felt righteously vindicated in a way that he almost wanted to rub in Maddie’s face, which was kind of bitchy of him to think.

So, Buck sipped his soda next to Eddie on his new couch, a storm of emotions clear on his face, and Eddie waited him out because that’s what he does.

Buck let out a sigh, and Eddie thought, here it is, he’ll let me in, and then— “Want to watch the Dodgers game?”

Eddie blinked. “Um, sure.”

And Buck turned on the TV.

Doubt roiled in Eddie’s gut.

“What about Hen?” Eddie asked, Buck’s hand tight on his arm as he helped him into the passenger seat of the Jeep.

“Karen already took her home, she’s fine,” Buck replied easily, before he shut the door and rounded the front of the car.

He’d left when Eddie had been taken back for x-rays, taking an Uber back to the station to pick up his car so he could come back to get Eddie and drive them both home. Eddie absently wondered when he would get a chance to get his truck from the station parking lot.

Buck hopped into the driver’s seat, fitting his keys in the ignition but pausing before turning the engine. He fixed Eddie with a gentle, reassuring look. “Seriously, man, everyone’s fine. Athena’s with Bobby, Maddie’s with Chim, let’s go home.”

Eddie swallowed, biting the inside of his cheek as he thought about just how close literally every single one of them except Ravi had come to something far more serious than some hospital bills and time off work.

His gaze slid to Buck, who flashed him that small, soft, close-mouthed smile that Eddie rarely saw—the one that made his chest feel warm and gooey.

“Okay. Let’s go home.”

The Dodgers were losing, and Buck wasn’t talking about it. Eddie tried not to either of those things get to him.

During a commercial break, Buck got up to throw their empty pizza boxes away, waving Eddie off as he moved to help.

When he came back into the living room, he paused under the overhang of the loft, just staring at Eddie.

“What?” he asked, a bit self-conscious.

Buck huffed a laugh, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I bought your couch.”

Eddie snorted. “Don’t worry about it, man. It’s flattering. You think I have good taste.”

Buck raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know if that’s it. Half the furniture in your house is from Target.”

Eddie sputtered. “I—what’s wrong with Target furniture?”

Buck, lowering himself back onto the cushions next to Eddie, raised his hands in a show of innocence. “Nothing, man. I just—I don’t know if I would call it good taste.”

Having no comeback, Eddie just whacked him in the shoulder.

Buck laughed, playfully pushing his hand away. “Hey, c’mon, don’t start shit when I can’t retaliate.”

Eddie smirked. “Why? ‘Cause you know you can’t take me?”

“No,” Buck denied. “’Cause your ribs are still fucking broken.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I’m fine, Buck.”

“Well.” Buck crossed his arms, turning back to the TV as the next inning started. “Forgive me for wanting to be careful.”

For a moment, Eddie considered saying hey, maybe we should talk about how I could’ve almost died again? But Buck clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk about the big things, and Eddie didn’t really want to think about that yet either, so he settled for bumping their shoulders together.

Buck leaned right back into him, and neither of them moved apart—the comforting warmth of the contact buzzing in Eddie’s brain like the alcohol he wasn’t drinking.

Eddie smiled down at his hands. “You like my couch,” he teased.

“Yeah, yeah,” Buck groused, slouching into the cushions as they watched a batter swing and miss yet again. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Are you sure you’re both alright?” Carla asked, a worried hand hovering over his elbow. “I caught some of the collapse on the news.”

Eddie flashed her a smile before turning to pour two glasses of water—one for him and one for Buck, who was off in Christopher’s room. “We’re okay,” he said. “A little banged up, but the doctors said I should be back to work in six weeks or less.”

Carla narrowed her eyes. “You better take that full six weeks.”

Eddie set the Brita down and met her gaze. “I’m fine, Carla. Really.”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “I just—I worry about you, Eddie. Okay? I know you’d rather I didn’t, but I can’t help it.”

Eddie ducked his head and smiled, a bit, filled with that familiar half-disbelief that people really do care about him. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but—I was lucky today. That nothing worse happened, that—that Buck was there to pull me out.”

Carla scoffed. “Of course he was. I don’t think luck had anything to do with that one.”

Eddie tried to fight the blush off his cheeks—he didn’t know what to do with that. Carla’s surety that Buck would save him come hell or high water. His own surety that Buck would be ripping open the doors of that camper van any second now.

When she realized he wasn’t going to say anything, Carla cleared her throat. “I should go. You up for a hug?”

“From you?” Eddie responded easily. “Always.”

Carla pulled him into a gentle-but-still-desperate embrace. “Okay, I’ll get out of your hair.” With a frown, she brought a hand up to ruffle the wilting mess on Eddie’s head. “Your dusty-ass hair. Take a shower, alright?”

Eddie laughed. “Alright, alright.”

“It’s a little early for a welcome back party, don’t you think?” Eddie said as Athena hugged him in greeting, Christopher heading off in search of the other kids.

“You and Bobby are headed back tomorrow,” Athena pointed out.

“Yeah, and Chimney’s not back for another two weeks.”

“And you best believe I’ll throw another party for him.”

Eddie laughed, before venturing further into the house to greet everyone else. His ribs had healed perfectly, barely a twinge when he’d thrown himself onto the couch in triumph yesterday. Which—speaking of, Eddie’s phone was burning a hole in his pocket and he was doing a very good job of ignoring that.

Or, he was, until a lull in conversation found him standing alone in the kitchen and pulling it out of his jeans. No texts. Which—of course, they’d agreed to go for coffee after his shift on Friday, why would she text him before that—but, still. Eddie was nervous. Sue him.

His thumbs hover over the keyboard for a moment while he debates if it’s too much of a desperate move to text Marisol before they even go on a date. Christopher would know.

“Who are you texting?” asked a voice, and Eddie fumbled to turn off his phone and shove it in his pocket before someone could see… what?

He looked up to see Buck smiling at his antics, a beer in hand.

“Oh, it’s you,” Eddie sighed, leaning against the counter.

Buck sidled over to join him, staring out the windows at the backyard where the party was in full swing. “Just me. Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s fine,” Eddie replied, for some reason hoping desperately that Buck wouldn’t ask him about—

“So,” Buck nudged an elbow into his arm. “Who were you texting?”

—fuck. Eddie wasn’t sure why this felt like something he didn’t want to tell Buck, to whom he tells everything, but… they don’t really talk about their girlfriends? It was always, always awkward, and it always left him with a sour taste in his mouth.

But, Eddie’s excited about this. Marisol probably won’t be the one, or whatever, but—still. Eddie was excited that his brain was finally in a place where he could think about opening up his life to someone and it wouldn’t send him into a panic attack that landed him in the ER.

And Buck asked.

And Eddie’s not in the habit of saying no to him.

“Um,” he started. “Do you remember Marisol? From the—”

“—yeah, yeah!” Buck cut him off. “So, you were texting her?” He raised his eyebrows, a knowing glint in his gaze.

Eddie blushed. “Yeah, uh… we’re going on a date?” he said quietly, a pit of dread or something similar opening in his gut.

Buck was quiet for a moment, and Eddie risked a glance at his face. He just caught the edge of something shocked and maybe fearful in his expression before it cleared and was replaced by one of those huge, sunny smiles.

“Eddie!” Buck exclaimed. “That’s great! Oh my god, man, this is awesome,” he enthused, slinging an arm around Eddie’s shoulders and squeezing him close.

“Yeah,” Eddie chuckled, still unsure why part of him felt sick with guilt.

“Hey, ever notice how we always start dating at the same time?”

“No, do we?” Eddie lied, thinking about how he’d agonized over making the call and kept telling himself Buck’s with Natalia now, you should do this.

Buck laughed again, before he jolted with surprise and turned to Eddie, excitedly slapping him on the arm. “Dude! We can go on double dates now!”

Eddie frowned. “We didn’t last time.”

Buck shrugged. “Well, you didn’t like Taylor, so I figured—”

“I liked Taylor,” Eddie protested.

Buck snorted. “Uh, no, you didn’t.”

Eddie tilted his head in a you-got-me face. “I kind of didn’t. I thought you didn’t notice.”

Buck dropped his arm around Eddie’s shoulders again, making Eddie huff out a breath. “Oh, Edmundo, I always notice.”

No you don’t, Eddie thought, and then he ignored that.

“But,” Buck continued, a hesitation in his voice. “You—you like Natalia, right?”

Eddie didn’t really know her at all, except for how excited she’d been about Buck’s death-that-didn’t-stick and how angry that had made him. “Yeah,” Eddie lied again. “She’s good for you. And she has good taste in couches.”

Buck laughed, relieved. “Good. So—we’ll do a double date, yeah? Me, you, Natalia, Marisol.”

Fuck, no. Eddie thought. That sounds awful.

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie said instead. “That sounds great.”

Eddie was in the kitchen, pre-heating the oven to heat up some frozen chicken tenders because he didn’t have the energy to cook anything else when he felt little arms wrap gently around his midsection. It hurt his ribs, but Eddie didn’t have the heart to dislodge his son—not when these hugs were becoming rarer and rarer each day.

“Hey, kid,” Eddie said, turning in the hold and dropping a hand onto Christopher’s head. “What’s up?”

Eddie had already seen him, when he popped his head into Christopher’s room to find him sitting with Buck, a careful hand brushing the wounds on the man’s cheek. The sight had made something massive and unknowable bloom inside Eddie’s broken chest, threatening to choke him. He’d tamped it down and hugged Chris hello before heading off to shower, but apparently that hadn’t been enough.

Chris looked up, propping his chin on Eddie’s sternum. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said, a tightness in his voice betraying him.

Eddie smiled. “Me too.” Even though it sparked the ache in his side into a bona-fide pain, Eddie leaned over to drop a kiss onto Christopher’s head—something he barely tolerates anymore. “Hey, the doctors said I’d be good as new in six weeks. Think you can deal with having me around all the time for that long?”

Chris laughed, bright and happy, and Eddie’s heart sang. “I’ll try,” he joked, and then something clouded passed over his face. “Buck’s okay, too, right? His face is bloody.”

“Oh, buddy,” Eddie sighed. Usually, he would kneel down to meet Christopher’s gaze, but he settled for easing himself into a chair and ignoring the concerned look Chris was giving him. “Buck’s totally fine, he just got scraped up a little bit. And today was pretty—pretty scary. For both of us.” He swallowed down the urge to berate himself for telling his kid he was scared, and it seemed to be the right move, because Chris nodded along with wide, careful eyes.

Eddie sighed again, settling his hands on his son’s shoulders. “But—tell you what. Buck’s gonna stay with us tonight, and he’s pretty bad at taking care of himself, right?” Chris giggled at that, and Eddie smiled in response. “So you and I are gonna have to be sneaky about taking care of him tonight, okay?”

Eddie expected Chris to give another sweet smile, and maybe to offer some comfort so earnest and childlike in its innocence that it made everything in the world feel right again, so he wasn’t quite sure to do when Chris burst out into loud, raucous laughter.

“Okay, what’s so funny?” he said, playing at being annoyed.

“It’s just,” Chris managed through his massive smile. “That’s exactly what Buck said. About you!”

Eddie just blinked in response, and Chris fell into peals of laughter again. “Okay,” Eddie said with mock-offense. “Okay, I see how it is. Gang up on the injured guy, why don’t you.”

“Da-ad,” Chris whined, fixing him with a very grown-up look. “We just care about you.”

Eddie pursed his lips, that unknown emotion threatening to drown him again. “Yeah,” he said, more choked-up than he would like. “I know.”

A small hand covered his, and Eddie flipped his own over to give it a squeeze. “Why don’t you go put on the next episode of María, okay? We’ll translate for Buck.”

Chris smirked. “You mean you’ll translate for Buck.”

“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, kid,” Eddie offered as Chris disappeared into the living room.

And later, when they were all piled on the couch, Christopher giggling at Eddie’s half-assed translations and Buck protesting that he understands more Spanish than you think, guys, the newest dose of pain meds forced upon him by Buck making his head more than a bit fuzzy, Eddie thought to himself: I wish it could be like this forever.

Buck shouted in exaggerated outrage to make Chris laugh, gesturing at some ridiculous plot point playing out on the screen, and Eddie let that huge wave of feeling bowl him over—that world-ending, all-consuming love.

Just this. Forever.

“Hold on, let me get this straight,” Hen said, a hand raised to keep Eddie quiet. “He has this whole thing about his girlfriends being couches, and the couch he finally bought is your couch?”

Feeling somehow embarrassed, Eddie just nodded. Hen shared a smirk with Chimney, sitting on the lawn chair that Maddie hadn’t let him move from for the entire party.

“That’s like—almost romantic,” Chimney snorted.

“What?” Eddie said.

“He’s been looking for the perfect couch, but it was yours all along!” Chim crowed, and Hen dissolved into giggles. She was definitely more than a little drunk.

“It’s so sweet, Eddie, come on,” she needled.

“Well, sure, but—” Eddie sputtered. “—romantic? Come on, guys.”

“No, you—you come on.” Hen said around a hiccup. “You guys are—Buck and Eddie! Eddie and Buck!”

“Yeah,” Eddie replied with a frown. “And you guys are Hen and Chim.”

“Nah, no, no, no,” Chim said with a wagging finger. “It’s not the same.”

“How is it not the same?” Eddie threw his hands in the air, one hampered by the half-full bottle in his hand. “You guys are partners, just like us.”

“Yeah, but,” Hen said. “You guys are partners,” she explained, trying for some hand gesture that must have gotten lost in the all the alcohol and rush of the party because she just ended up clasping her hands together awkwardly.

“You guys are crazy,” Eddie said with a long-suffering shake of his head.

“And you’re crazy about Buck,” Hen said in an it’s-so-obvious whisper.

Eddie drew back. “What?”

“Hen—” Chimney started, a hand on her arm.

She shook him off. “No, I gotta—Eddie, you and Buck are like, perfect for each other. You love him, right?” Her eyes were wide and earnest behind her glasses.

“Of course I do,” Eddie said automatically.

Hen gestured emphatically, whacking Chim on the shoulder like this proved her point.

“Hen,” Eddie said gently. “Did you forget that I’m straight?”

Hen scowled, like she did not want to be reminded of this fact. “Okay, but like—if Buck was a girl, you would have asked him out by now. You’d be like—fucking married by now.”

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, but found his mind stuck on Hen’s words. If Buck was a girl. Him and Buck, married. Eddie felt far drunker than he should be off just one and a half beers.

“Eddie, ignore her,” Chim cut in.

Hen frowned. “I’m going to find Karen,” she declared.

Eddie watched her retreating form, unsticking his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “He’s my best friend,” he said belatedly.

“Eddie.” Chimney kicked his leg. “Ignore her, okay? She’s drunk.”

“Yeah, but—” Eddie started.

“Look,” Chim sighed. “We joke about you and Buck sometimes, okay?”

“You do?” Eddie asked.

“Little stuff,” Chimney assured. “Just, like, you’re each other’s favorite person and you’re missing what’s right in front of you, or whatever.”

Eddie opened his mouth to respond, to refute—what?—but Chim continued.

“But they’re just jokes, okay? We know you’re both straight. I mean, it’d be great if you weren’t, or whatever, but that’s not the world we live in.”

Eddie’s jaw closed with a click. He sipped his beer.

“He’s your best friend.” Eddie looked back to Chimney. “And that’s—” He seemed to search Eddie’s face for a moment. “That’s enough, right?”

Eddie swallows. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Exactly,” Chim agreed with an easy smile. “So, don’t worry about it, okay? She’s just drunk and forgot that we don’t make those jokes in front of you guys.”

Eddie nodded. “Right. Besides, Buck has a girlfriend, and—I have a date on Friday, so…”

“You have a date on Friday?” Chimney exclaimed. “That’s great!”

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed, voice flat.

Chimney clapped him on the forearm, unable to reach his shoulder from his sitting position. “Look, man, you’ll find that perfect girl-version of Buck out there, okay? I believe.”

Eddie chuckled. “Sure.”

He looked out to the party—his eyes immediately found Buck, head thrown back in laughter at something Athena had said. The string lights of the backyard made his styled curls shine with a honey-colored fire, his fingers curled carelessly around the neck of a beer bottle made Eddie’s mouth feel suddenly dry.

Just this. Just you, Eddie thought.

“You’re right,” he said to Chimney with a hollow smile. “I’ll find someone.”

#I'M BACK BABY #ofc i HAD to write a coda for this one come on #if this gets interaction i'll probably post on ao3 bc it's pretty long so i'll come back and edit this post if that's the case #anyway i have a LOT of wips that i'm planning on finishing and i want to be more active on here/make some friends #so drop a follow if you want to see any of that lol #anyway this was just a fun little thing that i hope y'all enjoy!#911 #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 6x18 #911 6x18 coda #writing #drabbles #even though it's not really a drabble i want it with the rest of my codas #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buddie

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disasterbuck · 6 days

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"I love you," Buck said, fingertips on Eddie's chin to keep his head up. "Unconditionally. You hear me?" Eddie was struggling to meet his gaze, eyes rimmed with red from crying, but he managed a small nod. "I love you," Buck repeated. "And there's nothing you can do to change that." Swallowing thickly, Eddie slid his arms around Buck and hugged him tight. "Thank you," he whispered.

Just a little something I wrote once that exists on its own because I have no other thoughts for it. Hope you liked it!

#buddie #buddie drabble #but not really cause it's not 100 words #buddie fic #buck x eddie #evan buckley/eddie diaz #buddie comfort #evan buckley #eddie diaz #disaster writes

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watchyourbuck · 8 months

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Oh god okay here we go

Why must I go into heavy detail you ask? Well, I am actually unable to shut up so here it is them 10 TOP “there’s no chance this is a straight friendship” MOMENTS

“You can have my back any day” aka the enemies to lovers speedrun. The immediate feeling we’re supposed to get from the screen is jealousy. Buck is jealous of the new recruit because he’s hot, a medic, a veteran, whatever. I’ll give it to you children, he WAS jealous. But then they go on call and they get into immediate danger bc 911 is a drama and then Eddie’s very keen on being Buck’s partner. Nothing queer til then right? WRONG. Eddie’s line is pretty normal but the way Buck reacts isn’t. I have had my fair share of “huh this person I didn’t like is actually cool” moments but nEVER have I once sucked in a breath, forgot how to blink, rushed in my words OR stared at said person like I’d like for them to be my lover. Three points to Gayfindor.

“Is your son REALLY the reason you don’t date?” This line and the dialogue that follows makes absolutely no sense from the non-queer glass. Alright he asks bc he wants to know why two girls practically launched themselves at him and he declined (such a kind offer lmao) but… why are you standing so close? Why do you bump shoulders with him as you walk? Most importantly, what the FUCK does Eddie’s smirk mean after “they’re not my type either… not anymore.” Idk about you guys but when I’m not on the market I’m actually not in it 😀 and I don’t go around looking at my best friend like I’d consider fucking her (I’m actually kinda yikes about that thought bc she’s like my sister). Bottom line is: if you’re willing to fuck your best friend, there’s attraction. That scenes oozes attraction and I’d be willing to white glove challenge a body language reader.

The Tsunami. YES okay, there are far many moments in between but I also need to make this a somewhat readable list so here we go. We’re gonna pretend for a hot second Buck wants to save his best friend’s son, and not the child that he considers his own bc I’m tired. Let’s skip to the far end of this (be GrAtEfuL I’m skipping the whole sacrifice that this episode entailed. Buck was willing to die, to never sit down again if it meant looking for Chris [& the utter fear he has to face Eddie]. It’s a lot). Now, I do not OWN a child (thank god) but if I did, I wouldn’t be particularly comfortable with a simple friend from work taking care of them. They could be my very best friend from work and I’d still feel a little icky -at least nervous- about it. Yet Eddie not only takes Christopher back A F T E R the tsunami (Chris could’ve died and Eddie is nothing short of apprehensive), but he says ‘there’s no one I trust with my son more than you’. Um. Not his wife. Not his family (CHRIS’ family), not Abuela, not Tia Pepa. Buck. Who he… just met? Surely it isn’t bc he’s uncle buck… I don’t believe even Maddie has said that to Buck, where he’s actually, yknow, UNCLE BUCK. Co-parenting is not something done between a parent and a friend, and I know this shit bc my mom raised me with a few of her friends and guys,,, she never said that to any of them. Also Chris is practically never seen with anyone else from the 188firefam alone.

The Kitchen Scene™️. I have gone on rants about this before but truth be told THIS is the scene that conveys the MOST canonically sexual tension between them. We can joke about it all y’all want but this scene is unhinged. I don’t think Oliver and Ryan were aware that they should’ve been friends in this scene. The way the conversation shifts from apologetic sad puppy eyes to “you’re throwing your punches at the wrong guy” to I CAN TAKE YOU (???) you can what? “Oh you think?” “Oh I know” HELLO? Pls don’t even get me started on how Buck approaches Eddie, the way he’s puffy-chested, his hand on his belt, eyeing him up and down, nearly biting his lip, cocky grin,,,,, explain to me in hetero. I’m waiting😐 guys c’mon exPLAIN IT TO ME IN HETERO. The way Eddie glances to the side bc where’s Chris? And h o w he sips his beer right after, smirking, tiLTING His head. I’m sorry this is not straight in any way. I’m sorry you’re gonna have to accept this.

Clipboard Buck. Alright u got me!!! This one’s a lil silly, but so is my life, so it’s fair game. Clipboard Buck is annoying as fuck, he’s so fucking annoying. The entire firefam picks up on this, no one wants to be around,,,, except Eddie. You could argue that it’s bc he likes him as a friend and he’s just indulging …. 👁️👄👁️ sure but he also hides from Interim Captain Han soooo anyway what’s fun about this is how willing Eddie is to comply with everything he says. He’s basically twirling his hair, kicking his feet, smiling & blushing and “check!” 🧍🏽‍♀️ buck is kinky (that is canon e.g the ring cutter) and he gets high on authority and Eddie does backflips to meet his kinks. Exhibit 5 complete.

The Lawsuit Arc acka the first divorce era😔✊🏼. This one makes me rage a little bit because I get really upset at Buck for acting recklessly. Like baby let yourself HEAL. Anyway,,,, onto what brings us here 🥷🏼. It’s canon that the entire team is mad at Buck, they don’t really wanna bump into him, can’t really speak to him,,, but Eddie? Eddie’s filled with wrath. I cannot stress enough the fact that he uses Chris as an excuse “do you even know how much he misses you? how could you! you’re not here”. The way he expresses himself, and we’re choosing to ignore the fact that he HIMSELF misses Buck,, that’s how you talk to someone who has a responsibility with the child, not the fun coworker that randomly shows up @ your house with pizza every once in a while. “I couldn’t even call you to bail me out of jail”. He’s so u p s e t that for the first time they know each other he can’t rely on Buck when he’s hurting and in danger. And pls for the love of Jesus Christ my lord & savior don’t tell me that it’s a 118 thing bc he calls Ronda Rousey to come pick him up 🎅🏻 that grocery store scene is.. interesting.

Eddie Underground. Alright we’re getting serious now guys,,, might as well put on your thinking caps on this one. We all know the story, this isn’t a latest ep recap soooo The wAY Buck’s the ONLY ONE who desperately calls Eddie’s name when he’s fallen underground, amidst the heavy rain and dirt. Listen to me: he starts digging with his hands. With his bare hands I tell you!!!! 😩 Bobby has to physically pull him back as he cries on his lap. Buck is a smart man, he wouldn’t do something that’s completely illogic, he knows he can’t dig him out but he’s so desperate. His voice breaks, he can’t breathe, he becomes impulsive, reckless, impatient. Do I need to remind y’all the reason he wasn’t the one getting strapped to go underground??? “You’re not going down there. So we can have two cut off ropes?” Everyone knows he’s willing to sacrifice his integrity for Eddie bc his life doesn’t make sense without him. “We’ll get him back for you”

The Shooting + “I’ve made u my son’s dad lol”. When Eddie gets shot the world freezes for Buck. He’s left standing there, staring as Eddie’s blood splatters on him. He has to be tackled down. Even then, he’s unable to move, to breathe. He just looks as he bleeds out, and theN he snaps back into reality, bracing himself to go under the truck (foregoing his own trauma - I’ve said this before) and preparing for the amount of strength it’s gonna take to pull him under it. He screams at him to hold on, and later when he manages to pull him inside the truck he tells him he needs him to hang on. He rips his uniform open, he cries and screams,,, then Eddie wakes up, and he asks BUCK if HES okay. Bc he saw blood :( also as @butraura pointed out, he can’t die if Buck’s dying bc what about Chris? He only lets himself drift off when he knows Buck’s okay. Then we got The Will Reveal™️ also so unhinged. “You knew I wouldn’t turn it down” right what is this guys??? That was a year ago. He added him to his will A yEaR aGo. Idk about y’all but I haven’t added my friends to my will😀 also Buck’s the one who tells Chris ??? (I’m being very brief on this subject). Also “Because, Evan” shut up🧎🏽‍♀️

& 10. The Lightning Strike + “She sees me”. I’m doing these together bc I haven’t watched this episodes yet but I’m an addict so I’ve spoiled myself to the brim. The way Eddie screams Buck’s name, the way he saves him, “do more” h e l l o ?? The absolute PAIN in Eddie’s eyes, “you died Buck” “3 minutes and 17 seconds”, “his humor hasn’t changed” & the fact that he listens to Buck on his super genius math theory. And then Buck goes and says “I feel like Natalia sees me” ok. I mean my feelings mean nothing but Eddie’s face ??? That’s a man that knows he’s waited too long.

I rest my case. I’m missing a lot of scenes (like a lot omg Abby comes back, Buck under the Truck, Buck vomiting blood, the Taylor Arc) & y’all can argue in the comments about them, or add shit or try to dismantle mine, honestly the floor is yours idc wHat u do, just know you won’t convince me otherwise 🤸🏽these two are in love & that’s pretty much that on THAT. PERIOD.

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