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housewifebuck · 5 months
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exhuastedpigeon · 4 months
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Live footage of me during the Buddie gym scene in 2x01
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barbiediaz · 2 years
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the way he looks at him vs. the way he looks at him ⤷for @ravens-words
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samantha-chicago · 1 year
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9-1-1 Masterlist
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Defence (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley x Reader, Eddie Diaz)
Over Work (Eddie Diaz x reader, James Street, Dominic Luca, S.W.A.T.)
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survivoreddie · 9 days
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Abandon 'Ships - scene 4 | episode stills
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if you think about it, 911's season 5 finale is, literally, gay. it ends with a gay wedding.
and then Eddie is there, and he's single and unrepressed (or getting there).
and Buck is also there, also single.
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rogerzsteven · 1 year
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SevenSentenceSunday
Starting seven sentence sunday with sensory deprivation fic
He doesn't know how long he was asleep when he opens his eyes, they took his watch, too; Buck lifts his head to look around and winces when the joints in his neck crack, filling the quiet cell. His limbs feel sore from being in the same position for too long, muscles burning and aching to be stretched, but for some reason Buck can't bring himself to move let alone get up. His heart kicks against his ribcage, still fast and strong, blood courses through his veins like it's running a marathon; Buck can hear every skipping beat and every wooshy sound traveling to his ears so clearly even though he tries not to. Desperately needing something to process, his mind holds onto the feelings worse than ever now, the room gives Buck no choice but to feel his own self. It's like torture. He's always hated the feeling. Before it can get too much, Buck lowers his hand down on the ground to trails his fingers over the surface, to feel something other than himself but his heart beats faster and his red-rimmed eyes start to blur again. The surface is so smooth that there is nothing to feel. It doesn't make any difference. The lump in his throat gets heavier and it hurts to swallow, like a barbed wire wrapped around his throat suffocating him; Buck's breath hitches in his throat and he digs his teeth to his lower lip hard enough to draw blood— he's not gonna cry, he's not gonna cry, he's not gonna— Eddie. He thinks of Eddie. He wants Eddie, he wants Eddie to find him and pull him out of this nothingness, he wants Eddie to wrap his arm around him and keep him safe. God, Buck misses him. He should've listened to him. Things wouldn't have come to this point. He's so fucking dumb.
Tagging @kananjarus @prettyboybuckley @monsterrae1 @buddierights @swiftiediaz @buddiefication @spotsandsocks @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @the-likesofus @ajunerose @alyxmastershipper @princessfbi @jobairdxx
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booktrashme · 1 year
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Alright ya’ll I need all the fic recs you’ve got for that poker scene
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luv-eddiediaz · 11 months
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“you don’t have to be anything for anybody.” and “how could you be?” are haunting me today.
I feel like those lines meant something deeper. Like Eddie was telling Buck to just be himself always, but also that what Eddie has been trying to make Buck his romantic partner, he’s been trying to make Buck something for him. And he’s just realized he’s been doing this, but he shouldn’t be. That Buck needs to be Buck. For himself and for any future person who decides to love him. 
And the other, the look on Eddie’s face, I don’t think he was talking just about of course Buck isn’t going to be the same after he was struck by lightning, but Eddie isn’t either. I think he was talking about himself. This whole loneliness, and suddenly realizing time is fleeting arc of Eddie’s happened after the lightning strike - watching Buck nearly die has made Eddie realize a whole lot of things all at once, but in true Eddie fashion, he hasn’t really internalized any of it. So, no, Eddie, how could you be the same after you watched Buck die? How could your life go on when you almost lost someone else you love in another tragic way the same way you lose your life?
I don’t know. I feel like that scene with them at the cemetery, and then him calling his mom is the beginning of Eddie trying to let go of his feelings for Buck. I do not think he will be successful in it, but I think he feels like loving someone who won’t ever love him back is fruitless, and that it’s holding him back and making him lonely. Holding on and pining for Buck is going to get him nowhere, so he needs to let go. 
But what happens, in every movie when one half of the unrequited love lets go? The other half finally gets it. 
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carolinahope · 1 year
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Did they for fucking real put Queen's Bicycle over Buck chasing after the drunk driver?
Do they think they are funny?
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learningtxfly · 2 years
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Me @ Tumblr people that made me believe that Eddie and Buck were actually a couple because now, watching the last few seasons of the series i realize that it's never going to happen and I'm heartbroken
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tarlos911 · 1 month
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The fact that Oliver slipping on the ice here wasn’t scripted and this is Ryan’s real reaction to him makes me laugh so damn hard 🤣
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angstydiaz · 2 months
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buddie x wish that you were here by florence and the machine
its a love story bro! also some fun parallels as it goes on n stuff idk what to put here
sorry they started filming s7 and i have immediately went back to having the most severe brainrot over a weewoo show also
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tagging some mutuals sorry??? @diazass @gaydiaz @911onabc @evcndiaz @bichimney @gayedmundodiaz @useramor @lucydonato @ghost-cowboy @arthursdent @harrowharkwife @messyhairdiaz
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barbiediaz · 1 year
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LOVING YOU THE WAY I DO [3k | pining | romcom] {ao3}
a/n: my fic for the lovely @ronordmann 's reverse prompt challenge <3 title from where you lead by carole king, cause well, it's very fitting. this is also like crack spec for 6x04, and after my 5x13 "not spec" fic i have learned to never say never 😅 enjoy <3
Buck wouldn’t say it’s a quiet shift, obviously, but they had cleaned every surface, tool, dish, and towel. Every item had been restocked and inventoried. And there were still four hours on the clock. 
He picks up on a muffled conversation, a voice that is distantly familiar but he can’t quite place, but hears his name.  He perks up upon hearing the footfalls on the stairs, mostly out of curiosity and confusion. 
There is an element of surprise when Jamie is standing in front of him, looking a bit nervous. It takes a moment for everything to completely register, because he knew someone was coming up the stairs to see him, but he would have never guessed it would have been a roommate from his past life. 
Every head swivels between him and Jamie before he can hop up. 
And it’s awkward for a second, cause they never really hugged before but a handshake feels too formal, so buck opts for a quick side hug. 
Eddie already has skepticism written all over his face. 
“Okay, everyone, this is my old roommate Jamie! Jamie this is- everyone! Hen, Chimney, Bobby, Lucy, and Eddie,and I think you met Ravi downstairs.” They each nod or wave and smile. 
“Oh my god faces for all the stories! Did you really have rebar through your head?” Jamie clearly asks Chimney to which he nods. “but you two, you guys are new, I would have remembered-“ 
“Buck you talked-” Chimney starts. It’s overwhelming and something is pulling at Buck’s consciousness. 
“Okay, okay- that’s enough.” Buck pipes up nervously dragging Jamie away from everyone. 
When they are down the stairs Buck takes a breath, 
“Everyone’s okay right? No ones dead or dying?” 
“Yeah, yeah everyone is fine. I just have a favor to ask? And I know it’s been literal years, and you can say no cause I know you’re busy, but, you always said-” 
“Anything. And I meant it.” Buck nods,  his arms are crossed loosely. 
“Okay, you can totally say no or whatever, but I kinda sorta need a boyfriend for my high school reunion?” 
Buck stills for a moment, processing the request and thinking back through the catalog of his memories of Jamie. 
“Uh yeah, first off a lot happened after you left I guess. Went to therapy, figured out I was repressed, and uh, well- my boyfriend of two years broke up with me 2 weeks before my High School reunion in a small town where the biggest news is that I’m gay so-” 
Just then Eddie leans over the railing slightly with a quirked brow, and Buck just looks back up at him and smiles. 
“-whatever you do, don't come out on Facebook I guess.” The last bit of his sentence slows as he watches the interaction between them. “Oh shit, I’m really sorry, I would never have asked if I knew you were taken,” Jamie rushes. 
“I- what? I am actually actively choosing to be single right now?” he doesn't really mean it to come out as a question, “Eddie and I are- uh- just friends,” He swallows trying his hardest not to look back up at the loft where he knows Eddie is pretending to read something on his phone, waiting to jump into action if he hears anything that indicates a disturbance of the peace.  friends that have a kid together a voice says that suspiciously sounds like Maddie. “Yeah, just friends.” 
“Really trying to convince yourself there huh Buck.” 
Buck waves it off and claps his hands together, “So a high school reunion huh?”
“Yeah, it’s next weekend and I’ll text you the details?” 
“Sounds good, my number’s the same,” Buck smiles and Jamie leaves. 
He makes his way back upstairs and flops back down in his spot next to Eddie. 
“What was that all about?” Eddie asks without looking up. 
“He needs a date for his High school reunion.” 
That gets everyone’s attention. 
“A fake date.” he quickly clarifies but no one goes back to what they were doing. “Why is everyone so shocked, he’s my friend and needs help”
“It’s just it’s been awhile since you lived with him, and you just agreed just like that?” Hen asks Buck shrugs and the silence blankets over them again. 
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It’s a week and a half later and he’s pulling up to his old house, it has a fresh coat of paint and the front yard is more than just dead grass. And Jamie is standing on the porch before swinging into the Jeep. 
“Oh man, glad you still have this old thing,” Jamie taps the dashboard lightly and Buck smiles before pulling away from the curb. 
They hit the usual traffic that comes with trying to get anywhere near lax, buck adjusts his grip on the steering wheel, “So what’s our story? Do i have to be entirely different person or-“ 
“No, no one met Sam, and he wasn’t out so we never-“ Jamie stops and swallows, “so you can just be you. But maybe we ran into each other while you were working, reconnected, and then started dating like 4 months ago?”
Something passes across Buck's face before he nods. 
“And basically everything with me is the same, I did stop bartending and got a job at a marketing firm though. But I want to know about you, I feel like something changed with you.” 
So Buck gave him the rundown of the last 5 years, from Abby leaving to the science project that he and Chris worked on last week that he got an A on. Promising to show off pictures of Jee once they were at their gate.
“And you’re sure you’re just friends with this Eddie guy?” 
“I never said there aren’t feelings there Jamie, just said we are friends.” 
“Ohhhh, so have you told him?” 
And Buck just turns to Jamie like he grew another head. 
“Did you miss the part where there’s a kid, who is arguably one of my closest friends, who’s lost a parent already involved in all this? If something were to go wrong with us, I could never forgive myself.” 
“But what if it goes right?” 
and Buck sighs and adjusts his grip on the steering wheel. And the quiet music becomes the only thing filling the air as they continue their journey. 
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They arrive late and are happy to find a pair of beds in their hotel room where they easily navigated sharing a bathroom and settled in for the night. 
They found a nice brunch place where they settled in ordering mimosas and omelets, sharing a plate of french toast. 
“Hey, didn’t you grow up like not too far from here? Did you want to visit your parents?” Jamie asks before sipping his cup of coffee. 
Buck ducks his head and scratches his neck. 
“I guess I kind of glossed over that part, but they wouldn’t be too happy to see me if I'm being honest. I don't really want to see them either. I have Maddie and she’s who raised me.” 
Jamie tilts his head, 
“Yeah, remember the brother who died?” Jamie nods, “No one else was a match, so- and I was just always a reminder of him I guess. We tried. or I guess I tried in therapy but- yeah. No need to visit them. Or Hershey. I have everyone and everything I need in LA.” 
“like Eddie and Chris?” Jamie asks with a small smile on his face. 
“and Maddie and Jee. Chimney, Hen and her wife, and Bobby and Athena. I have the big family that I always wanted. But yeah, even if it was just Eddie and Chris- I think life would be pretty good.” 
“Okay we’re gonna have to do something about that.” 
“What?” 
“The way you get when you talk about them, it’s almost overwhelming, Buck. everyone will figure it out the second you talk about them.” 
Buck feels like hitting his head against the table. 
Instead he takes a gulp of mimosa and tries not to groan too audibly. He realizes that this is the only person who knew him before, seeing him now without the progression over time. Who has the juxtaposition, who also knows him well enough to call him out on it. 
“I know. I am capable of not talking about them, I swear.” 
Jamie looks at him with a semi serious expression. 
“Yes it will be hard but I can.” 
Jamie laughs lightly. 
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They walk around the small downtown before grabbing an early dinner with Jamie’s small group of high school friends, they tease him about being Jamie’s big strong knight in shining armor, and it feels nearly impossible to not talk about his knight and his prince. 
Throughout dinner and at the reunion there’s something pulling in Buck’s chest. His hand feels wrong in Jamie's- his hands are too soft and delicate. When Buck puts his arm around him it feels wrong. And when he leans down to kiss him on the cheek it feels too far. And when someone brings up kids, and he has to bite his tongue and shoves his hands into the pockets of jeans as he nods and listens. And it might be one the most excruciating 3 hours of Buck’s personal life. 
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When they land back at LAX and he switches his phone back on while they taxi. A rush of notifications buzz through Buck’s phone, the last one a text message resting on top of the stack 
Eddie 🧯You’re on the plane. Sorry. 
It rests above a few missed calls and a voicemail. All from Eddie, and Buck’s heart is in his throat. He opens the messages and he zeros in on the one that tells him everything. 
We went to the beach, Chris’ request. 
The other’s break his heart, and he wants to break down the door of the plane, beg to be let out that much sooner. 
I think I made a mistake, 
He’s asking for you. 
Jamie is still next to him, but he feels a million miles away until he speaks again. 
“Buck- everything okay?” Jamie asks, pulling Buck back into reality just enough. 
“I- I don’t know. Something happened with Chris? I- I don’t know. I have to go, I’m really sorry but-” 
“I get it dude. You need to go be Superman for your kid. I can catch a cab.” Jamie says a new look of understanding in his eyes that Buck had never seen before as he squeezes just above his elbow, he doesn't let go until they are able to move from their seat. 
When they reach the jetway and Buck can maneuver past people, he takes a breath and nods at Jamie, not sure he can speak before taking off through the airport. 
He knows he must be getting weird looks, Hen and Maddie have teased him relentlessly about how he runs. It’s not his fault his legs are stupidly long. 
He makes it to the beach in 15 minutes, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel when he hits the red lights. 
His mind feels too quiet and not running amuck with what he might find there. Just the red pin on the map, a siren calling him, drawing him closer. 
He parks and begins to scan the sand for a familiar form and he finds them. Christopher pulled into his dad’s lap like he’s a kid again and not on the verge of a full blown teenager. His face tucked into his chest hiding away from the world. Eddie's nose buried in his hair. Something settles in Buck's chest upon the sight, but something else snaps in his heart.
He approaches delicately, carefully finding a place next to Eddie and placing a hand on his shoulder. 
Eddie looks up and has slightly red rimmed eyes. 
“Hey,” Buck says quietly.  
“You came?” Eddie’s voice is quiet and rough. 
“I'll always come when you call.” 
“Buck?” 
“Hey buddy,” he replies, rubbing Christopher's back. 
“I thought I could do it.” Christopher says unprompted, now extracted from Eddie's chest, his fingers twisting in his swim shirt. “and I know I can do it, but I got out there and something else happened and I couldn’t. And I was just back out there without you.” Chris just looks up at Buck with wide eyes, chewing his bottom lip. “I think I can do it with you.” 
His eyes shine.
Buck shifts a little in his spot, eyes darting to the powerful waves crashing over the sand. 
“Chris, Bu-” Buck places his hand back on Eddie’s shoulder and squeezes, “You sure?” 
He nods slowly, eyes now fixed on the horizon. 
“I’ll be right there with you too, okay?” 
Buck swallows again, and finally looks back to Chris. 
“Okay. Let’s do this.” 
Chris beams bright as they all carefully stand looking at the beast in front of them. And each of them holding tight to one of Chris’s hands they careen toward the waves. 
It's an unspoken agreement that caution is thrown to the wind. Slow and steady too nerve wracking. Adrenaline pumping through each of their veins. 
Chris is the first to shriek as their feet hit the water, and they both nearly freeze but it turns into a bout of laughter that changes their entire world. 
They run, swinging Chris between them,  until the waves lap against Chris's knees, and they are all smiling. Each from finding their own joy in the waves and the pride of the other two. 
Rarely is a word spoken while they just stand there watching the ocean, reclaiming its name of peace in their hearts as the sun sinks below the horizon. 
“I'm hungry,” Chris says, breaking the silence as the last sliver of the sun is left above the ocean. They slowly back away from the water, and something settles in Buck’s chest, he can sense that it has in Eddie and Christopher too. 
They go to the pizza shop down the road with the plastic tablecloths and red plastic pebbled cups. It’s warm and cozy and none of them would change a thing. 
When they arrive at home, Christopher fast asleep in the back seat after a long day. It’s unspoken as Buck scoops him into his arms and carries him to bed. He tucks him in, and his heart aches for a time when he was smaller. And it almost feels like there’s an ice pick in his chest as he closes the door behind him. 
There’s already a mug of steaming tea on the table when he finally finds the kitchen. 
The soft glow, the warmth, and the way Eddie has anticipated something drives the ice pick deeper, and Buck knows it shouldn’t- he doesn’t want it to. 
“But what if it goes right?” echoes in his head, resounding in his soul. 
Eddie just pushes the chair next to him out with his foot in silent invitation, as if the twin mug to his wasn’t enough. 
A few minutes tick by, the silence heavy. 
“You okay?” Eddie finally asks, setting his mug down, still holding it with both hands. 
“Jamie said something to me in the airport.” He’s staring into the depths of his mug so hard he could swear he can see the particles of honey, “He told me to go be Superman for my son.” He holds his breath, waiting for Eddie to deny him that- say something, anything to the contrary. And the silence returns. And Buck waits. 
But what if it goes right?” 
“Buck-” and he tenses, not just to brace himself for rejection, but because the way Eddie says his name when they’re alone is always too soft. 
“Hey, look at me,” Eddie says and it ‘s softer and even more delicate. He feels like he is 20 years old again as he finally tears his eyes away from the knot in the wood of Eddie’s table, that he already knows but studies anyway. “He is. Just as much as he is mine in all the ways that matter because that’s how he sees you.” 
“Oh.” and the icepick twists itself out of his heart, releasing the tears being held captive. 
And then Eddie is holding him. And he’s never felt more at home anywhere else. 
Neither of them know how long they sit there like that, but eventually the tears stop. And Buck finally notices that Eddie has been pressing a kiss on his temple at random intervals. And he thinks about how wrong it felt to be without him, how wrong to even pretend with anyone else it felt. 
“But what if it goes right?” 
And then he’s smiling into Eddie’s chest. He pulls away and just studies Eddie for a moment. The slope of his nose, and the warm brown of his eyes. The little freckle under his left eye. Taking a moment to memorize Eddie’s face before he is brave enough to say it all. 
“You’re kinda freaking me out here Buck,” Eddie says after a moment. 
“I don't need to buy a new couch,” is what comes out. and Eddie tilts his head a little bit and smiles- it reminds him of when Chris is reading over lego instructions the first time. 
“Oh” Eddie finally whispers when the pieces click into place. 
Buck reaches up and runs his fingers through Eddie's hair bringing his hand down over his jaw, and Eddie's breath hitches a little. 
“Cause you have one here, right?” he whispers. and Buck laughs softly because their son is down the hall asleep and nods. 
“Yeah I do,” and he moves so he’s practically in Eddie’s lap, and he’s holding Eddie’s face in his hands, a thumb resting over the little freckle. and Eddie’s hands are on his waist, thumbs resting above the waistband of his sweatpants and underneath his shirt. they’re a hair's breadth apart and their whole world is about to change forever. And Buck whispers, “don't think that this revelation gets you off the hook about your own spiral, Diaz.”
“Just kiss me you idiot.” Eddie whispers back. 
So he does. It tastes of honey and mint, with a hint of mozzarella and olives. 
It’s soft and gentle and not like the movies with desperation and the music swelling, it was just another night with Buck in Eddie’s kitchen, feeling right at home. 
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make-me-imagine · 1 year
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'Tis the Season
13 Days of Halloween: Day 2
Plot: While decorating the firehouse for Halloween, you and the crew carve some pumpkins.
Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley x Gn!Reader
Warnings: None
Words: 625; very short I know, but it's cute I swear!
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You lightly bit your tongue as you carved out another piece of the pumpkin. You smiled softly as the outline of the haunted house became more clear.
Hearing a thud nearby, you looked over to see Chimney drop another box of decorations on the floor.
"What did we do, raid a Spirit Halloween or something?" He asked as Bobby walked past.
"'Tis the season Chim." Bobby commented with a smile.
"Yeah, right, and how many pumpkins do we need?" He continued to complain as he looked around a the various pumpkins that had already been carved.
"Come on Chimney, I thought you liked Halloween?" Buck called out from across the table.
"I do, I just think this is a bit a bit much."
"He's only mad because he tripped over a pumpkin and spilled his latte." You said with a smirk.
"It wasn't a latte, it was a cappuccino, and it cost me like seven bucks." He defended as he placed his hand on his hips.
You and Hen locked eyes for a moment before you both rolled your eyes and chuckled.
"Then it serves you right." Hen said as she put up the Halloween fundraiser sign out front.
You smirked as Chimney grumbled. "Why don't you carve your own pumpkin, it's fun." You suggested.
Chimney frowned "No, thanks. I already carved some with Maddie the other night, I can't get the smell off my hands."
"And, done!" Buck called out as he finished his last pumpkin.
Chimney, walking up behind him stared at it for a moment "Ah, look at that...Michael Jackson."
"What?" Buck said with obvious offense and he looked back at Chimney "It's not Michael Jackson!"
Eddie, walking over looked at it for a moment "Yeah Chimney, it's clearly Madonna."
Buck sighed "It's not Madonna either."
You chuckled "Let me see."
Buck, turned it around, and you and Hen stared at it for a moment.
You assumed it had something to do with Halloween, so you shrugged lightly.
"Michael Myers?"
The others made noises of shared agreement but Buck just sighed and shook his head.
"No, it- it's supposed to be you." He looked at you with mild defeat.
You felt touched at the idea he tried to carve your portrait, but looking at it again, you repressed a soft laugh.
From beside you, Hen let out a "Oooh" as she nodded her head "I can see it!" She said, obviously lying.
"Yeah, no no I can see it now too." Eddie said with an amused smile.
"Okay, I get it, it sucks." Buck said as he turned the pumpkin back around.
"Yeah, it does." Chimney said as he patted Buck's shoulder and walked away.
Buck frowned as he looked at the pumpkin again.
You smiled to yourself as you quickly finished your own pumpkin, carving out the last detail. You set it down with the others you had carved. A ghost, a classic jack-o-lantern, and now the haunted house.
Looking over at Buck, he was still staring at his pumpkin in disappointment. You smiled softly and walked over to him. Sitting on his lap, you looked down at the pumpkin again.
"It really doesn't look like you does it?" He asked softly.
You repressed a smile but met his eyes and shook your head "Not at all. But-" you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek "-it's the thought that counts."
He smiled softly as he stared at it a bit longer "God, it does look like Michael Myers."
You chuckled and nodded your head before you leaned further against him, and he wrapped his arm around you.
"If anyone asks, that's what it was always meant to be." He added on in a whisper.
"'Tis the season." You said lightly mocking Bobby as Buck let out a soft breathy laugh.
xx End xx
Simple and short, hope you enjoyed.
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weewoobrainrot · 2 years
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I LOVE THEM
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