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chronicowboy · 9 months
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every atom of me was made for you | 3.6k
Eddie hates it when his and Buck's shifts don't line up. It's a rare occurrence these days, but every now and then the scheduling gods frown upon them. And, look, Eddie knows he and Buck might be a little co-dependent, but that's not the reason he hates being separated from his partner on the job. He can get through his own Buck-less shifts fine. Sure, he'd prefer having Buck at his back, never wavering in his trust for the person at the other end of the line, never having to look over his shoulder in a burning building, never waiting for more than a few seconds for the right tool to be pressed into his hand. But he can handle a shift with people he knows at a professional level. It's when Buck is the one at the firehouse with an alien crew that Eddie can't handle being apart.
B-shift is a few people down after a pretty bad three-alarm fire downtown took three firefighters out with varying levels of severity—Santiago got a concussion from a falling beam, George broke a few ribs when she fell through the floor, Kent's ankle is fractured from an unfortunately timed crumbling wall—so there's a scramble to cover the absences. Normally, Eddie would volunteer immediately, needing the extra money to pay for Christopher's camp this summer. But camp is a week away, and he only has a few more days to soak up his son before he leaves him for two whole weeks. So, he lets himself be selfish.
Buck, of course, does no such thing. Eddie shouldn't have expected it, but he'd kind of thought Buck would decline the offer too—after all, he's spent the past month complaining about Christopher's impending departure too. So, Buck volunteers to cover along with Hen who takes any opportunity for more money with her new little girl at home and Chimney who has a wedding looming on the horizon. And Eddie feels a little better about Buck having two very capable and trustworthy people with him.
But the uneasiness doesn't fade completely. It never does. Ever since the lightning—and realising he's madly, deeply in love with Evan Buckley—Eddie has had a difficult time settling whenever he can't see Buck. It's wholly irrational, and he's working through it with Frank, but it doesn't stop him from turning nauseous with worry every time it takes Buck more than a few seconds to reply to his texts or pick up the phone. It's ten times worse when Buck is at the firehouse without him. Eddie spends the whole shift waiting for Bobby's name to light up his phone screen with some terribly life-altering news. But that doesn't happen. Instead, it's Buck's name flashing on his screen above a text containing a random fact, or a call about the ridiculous scene they'd just wrapped up or a FaceTime to prove that Eddie does in fact own an extensive collection of DVDs in this day and age.
(Each time he sees Buck's name, there's still the lingering fear that it will be a goodbye of some sort; a hastily typed text, a voice message, a shaky phone call.)
He's getting better at handling it, but he doesn't think he'll ever be able to stop worrying about Buck like this. It's just part of loving someone so much. So, he does his best to keep himself distracted until Buck texts him at the end of his shift to let him know he got back to the loft—not home—safe. Except today, when Christopher is actually asleep in bed and not playing Zelda under his blanket, there's a knock on the door that has Eddie's hackles rising instantly.
It's a trembling breath that carries him to the front door, a thousand reasonable scenarios of what could be waiting for him on the other side forming in his head. And then, he finds a haggard Bobby stood on his porch, Captain's truck parked just behind his truck, and all reason flies out the fucking window.
"Bobby, what—"
"I'm sorry, I know it's late," he sighs apologetically, a furrow to his brows as his eyes drift off somewhere to his side.
"Bobby," Eddie pleads, heart contorting in his chest. "Bobby, Buck, is he—"
"Oh, Eddie, no." Bobby's face turns a little sheepish as he reaches off to the side. "He's fine." Bobby drags an unsteady Buck into the doorway, and Eddie takes in a gasping breath of ice cold relief. 
(OR: buck head injury fic #1 where eddie spends his day off worrying about buck and buck doesn't think that best friends worry about each other the way they do)
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theflowerrooms · 11 months
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Hey there, I'm a new follower. Just wanted to say I love your writing and, if you're still accepting them, I'd love to make a request.
I was thinking a Buck fic where reder is Bobby's daughter so ✨️DRAMA✨️and after a particularly steamy night together reader shows up with rope burn and bruises etc all over. Bobby ofc freaks out but the rest of the crew get the gist when Buck shows up with scratches down his back etc....
Probably not the best description I could have given but yeah... that's my overactive brain for ya 🌻
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Father’s Approval
Evan Buckley x Fem!Nash!Reader
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Warnings: allusions to sex, very slight angst
Summary; You and Buck have been dating for a while now, without your father, Captain Bobby Nash’s knowledge. And one day, the odds aren’t in your favour, and Bobby finds out about Buck and you.
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Your morning was lovely so far, you woke up in a comfy bed, you had hot coffee already waiting for you when you woke up, and during your shower with Buck before you left, you used shampoo that made your hair surprisingly soft, it was a new part of your daily life. Another new part of your daily life, was Buck.
You'd known Buck almost four years, worked with him for two, and had been dating him for just over two months. You both quickly agreed to keep it under wraps for now, with you both being under the nose of your father, your fire captain, Bobby. Your dad loved you, more than words could ever begin to explain. He was however, overprotective to an overwhelming extent. You understood it, of course you did, he was always full of love and admiration for you, and always very protective, but especially since losing your younger brother and sister.
One of the many, many things you admired about Buck was his respect for your dad. You know he was just as nervous as you about upsetting your father with your new relationship. So you decided together that it would be best if nobody knew. Except Eddie, Eddie knew, but there wasn't much he didn't know about Buck so you weren't surprised.
You couldn't stop smiling when you were with Buck, even now, when you were by yourself in your car, you were smiling from the memory of Buck. You left his apartment in your car to go to the station, and he'd leave in his jeep a bit later, you guys weren't taking any chances getting caught.
  Buck's apartment was significantly closer to the station than yours was, you liked it, you got to leave a fair bit later and the drive wasn't very long. It was only a few minutes before you were parked at the station, about to head inside. You quickly peaked into your rear view mirror, making sure your hair hid the marks that you couldn't really hide with makeup.
  Usually, you and Buck made sure not to leave marks on each other, but last night you were both so hot and needy for one another, and it was a rough night, in the best way possible. You pulled your shirt sleeves further down your wrists to make sure the marks on them were hidden, then you finally went inside.
  Everyone was upstairs, your dad at the kitchenette, Eddie, Hen, Chim, and Ravi all sitting at the table, coffees scattered around.
  You sat down next to Hen, craning your neck to look back at her as she greeted you with a warm smile before her eyebrows narrowed.
  "Y/n? What's wrong with your neck?" Your dad questioned you. It took you all of two minutes to get found out. You could feel your cheeks burning, you glanced at Eddie who seemed torn between staring at you and avoiding eye contact.
  With a smile, you looked back at your dad. "It's nothing dad, no need to worry." You kept it short, sweet and simple. He left it alone, thankfully, but obviously there was some new tension, he was suspicious of you, you knew.
  A few minutes passed, some of the tense energy dissipated in the room, but you blew it, again. Your sleeve rolled up when you reached for your coffee, Hen noticed it immediately, gasping before humming, immediately understanding. Unfortunately for you, it alerted your captain, who immediately gasped himself.
  "Who's doing this? Is someone hurting you? Can-", Your father immediately began before Hen cut him off.
  "Bobby- everything's alright! She's just, having some good time with a friend of her's... a male friend." She saved you, Eddie snickered softly and you wanted to throw something at him.
  "You have a boyfriend? Why didn't you tell me?" You couldn't look him in the eyes, he looked so dejected like you knew he would.
“Well, I just wasn’t ready to talk about it y’know?” Your voice shook slightly. You felt so anxious, in this situation you were risking your relationship with your dad, as well as Buck’s relationship with him. You wondered how this would affect your relationship with Buck.
“Okay, well. You know you can talk to me. When you’re ready.” Bobby smiled, his cheek twitched which gave away how awkward he felt. Still, you were grateful that he was giving you your space, and giving you the respect you desired.
You smiled and nodded, looking down at the table and prayed that nobody could see the blush on your face or tell how anxious you were feeling. You almost spared a glance at Eddie, but you were confident that he was already looking at you holding his laughter.
Footsteps up the stairs distract you from this, you are grateful for the attention to be elsewhere, but then immediately you were anxious once you realize it was Buck.
Everything seemingly went back to normal, Buck dropped his bag on the counter, grabbed some food from the kitchen and took a seat next to Eddie, your dad handed him a cup of coffee, and he took it gratefully. However, it seemed like everything was working against you both. They fumbled along the way and hot coffee got spilled over Buck’s, arm and chest.
First, you were worried about him getting burnt, then you wanted to help him clean the mess. But instead, Buck just pulled off his shirt.
“Always be prepared, right?” Buck smirked and turned around to his bag, presumably to grab a shirt, but what he accomplished was revealing the scratch marks you’d left along his back, as well as the hickeys below his collarbone.
You felt like you were going to throw up, first you look at your dad he was just rolling his eyes, buck was a player. Of course he’d have scratch marks on his back. Then you looked at Eddie whose face was just as red as yours only from holding in laughter.
“Oh! It’s Buck! Buck’s your new boyfriend!” Ravi exclaimed, everyone’s eyes were on you, including your boyfriend and your father. He looked at Buck and then back at you.
“Please see me in my office.” You couldn’t read Bobby’s tone, he went for the stairs, you and Buck didn’t waste any time going after him.
The energy in his office was tense. He was at his desk while you and Buck sat in front of him. He was looking at you both, you couldn’t tell if he wanted one of you to speak before he did or not.
“Captain I-” Buck couldn’t get two words in before your dad cut him off.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked his arms were leaning against his table, he looks like he wanted to stand up, but held back. “ why didn’t you think you could tell me?”
“Dad I’m sorry, we wanted to. We just weren’t sure if it was the right idea right now. I didn’t wanna make you upset, and I know there’s some rules about fraternizing with coworkers, we were just trying to play it safe.” Your mouth was going a mile a minute you were sure that you were visibly anxious, Buck reached over and grabbed your wrist with his hand, holding it gently gliding his thumb against your skin.
“Bobby I really care about your daughter. Honestly she she means the world to me I don’t wanna cross any boundaries but I really enjoy being with her and I would never hurt her or anything like that I promise” Buck swore, his grasp on your wrist tightening just slightly.
“Buck. I know you’re not going to hurt her. I know you’re going to treat her the way she deserves. I’m not mad at you for being in a relationship. If anything Y/n I wouldn’t want anyone less than Buck for you.” Bobby shook his head. “ I’m just sorry that you both felt like you had to hide it from me. You’re my daughter and I love you. Buck, you’re like a son to me. I love you too. If you want my approval you have it, please just know you don’t have to hide that from me.”
“Thank you, dad, really. I’m sorry we didn’t come to you before we were just- I don’t know, nervous.” You smiled softly at your dad, leaning your head towards Buck slightly.
It was comfortable in the room for a moment, your dad looked at Buck again. “Buckley if you ever leave a mark on my daughter again I will knock your teeth out.”
“Yes sir.” Buck’s reply was immediate, and you smiled slightly, knowing there would definitely be more marks in the future.
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aceofwhump · 11 months
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Best buck injured and Bobby taking care of him fics
Annnnnnnnnnd go
There is not nearly enough of them out there!!! Here are my favorites where Buck is in need of some Bobby caretaking:
Radio Silence by madamewriterofwrongs Summary: “Don’t worry, we’re on our way to you.” “No.” His halting voice echoed through the radios gathered around the truck and everyone stopped. Eddie kept running. “The whole quadrant’s unstable. Sweep’s done. It’s not safe.” Bobby was going to have a long talk with him about his self-sacrificing habits. For now, he kept his words calm and authoritative; for both their sakes. “None of that, you just hold still. Are you injured?” There was silence. Around him, the paramedics and firefighters of the 118 waited with bated breath. “Pretty bad.” There was little humor in his voice, though they could hear him trying. “My head. And uh, hahaha,” his laughter came as a gust of air. “I’ve been impaled?”
Thicker Than Blood by altschmerzes Summary: Bobby and Buck are in a parking garage when part of the structure collapses, trapping them both inside. The collapse itself isn't too bad. The problem is that Bobby can't find Buck, and is too concussed to remember that Buck is no longer on the blood thinners that could make even a minor injury lethal. Bobby struggles to communicate to the incident commander outside, a stranger, as well as to Athena, exactly why it's so important that he remain inside the collapse. But Buck's never left him behind, even when ordered to. He's not about to betray that in return.
you never said i wouldn't go through it (just that i wouldn't be alone) by jcp_sob_rjl_lmep Summary: Buck woke up abruptly, staring at the ceiling, hands already clutching his chest. His heart pounded and his lungs heaved for air. What was it that Coma Hen had told him? That maybe his panic attack hadn’t been a panic attack at all, but his real body going through something? Buck was pretty sure this one was a real panic attack. aka, Buck wakes up from a nightmare and needs to know Bobby is alive.
The Future is Brighter than any Flashback by SilvertonguedClotpole Summary: "No dramatics" Bobby had made them promise- this would be a perfectly happy and fun BBQ that the entire crew was in desperate need of- and so, of course, something had to go and happen, right?! How could a simple handmade 'gift from the heart' from Chris end with Buck spiraling in Bobby's arms in the middle of Athena's back yard? With memories and insecurities that he had hidden away drowning him like the tsunami had tried to and the weight of losing Chris, and nearly Maddie, and Eddie finally taking its toll.
Are we destined to burn or will we last the night? by Mellaithwen Summary: Spoilers for 4x14 Survivors Bobby expects to find Buck pacing the corridors, tuned into the singular frequency of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie — his panic and fear coming off of him in waves — but instead, he finds him hovering off to one-side, standing so still and so silent that Bobby almost hadn’t noticed there was anyone there at all... Mehta had said that Buck wasn’t injured, he’d said that he needed the sweatshirt, that he was shaken up, but…this? Bobby's not sure he’s ever gonna forget the image of what his youngest firefighter looks like covered in his best friend's blood. aka Bobby arrives at the hospital just after Eddie’s been shot, and tries to deal with the fallout.
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eddiediass · 1 year
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6x11 thoughts
this was requested, and I wanted to wait until I had some time, distance, and a rewatch before I made any post. things you won't see in this post: shitting on anyone in the cast/crew, getting upset about "no buddie." things you will see: conflicted feelings about certain parts of the episode
P.S. I've done some formatting to make it easier to read.
First of all, I don't think I've ever seen a coma dream episode on any show, so I didn't go in with certain expectations in that regard. I was so excited going into it, and it made me excited to see how much everyone (and especially Oliver) was happy to promote the episode. I think he (and the whole cast and crew) should be proud of the episode.
I also wanted to wait to write this because I wanted my own feelings to settle with respect to the portrayal of the story, and I want to be really conscientious of the words I use. All of this is simply my personal opinion, and I believe it's the kind of story where everyone can interpret things differently, especially given how our experiences inevitably color the way we perceive any kind of media.
The majority of my gripes really boil down to two things that personally took me a little out of it:
a. coma!Eddie's story.
b. the Buckley parents and Chim's dad
(c. a little comment about "fixing")
Let's start with the good:
On the technical side, I don't pretend I'm any kind of expert. Either way, I really enjoyed the different camera movements and the way they portrayed the coma dream. Everything was off-center and just a little too everything—too bright, too "happy" (in certain moments), etc. The transitions were fantastic as well. I also loved the music choices and the way the audio from the "real world" would cut in and out. (okay I don't love Coldplay, but that's my problem lol)
In terms of the storytelling, I adore how Buck knew to go to Chim as soon as he realized that something was clearly very wrong in the reality he was in. Chim would absolutely be the person to to go to for that sort of thing (great job @hmslusitania !), and I generally really enjoy the big brother/little brother dynamic they have. I also loved that Hen was brought in almost immediately by Chim—in any universe, they'll be the best of friends. I love how Chim and Hen's friendship is very "show don't tell" in that we see them joined at the hip, bantering, feeding off of each other's energy, etc. It doesn't ever feel forced to me.
The other part of the story itself that I really thought was strong—if not the strongest part—was seeing Maddie with Doug again. It hurt. Bad. But because JLH and Brian Hallisay really killed it. I also felt like grabbing her shoulders and begging her to leave already, and Oliver did a fantastic job of showing that he immediately recognized something is Very Wrong here. Not only that, you felt how much he was hurting to see his sister like that again. It was a great little detail to include all of these out-of-place elements that symbolized Buck's trauma.
Lastly, I'm so glad we received canon confirmation that Buck is Bobby's son in all the ways that matter. I don't think there's very much to add to that except how touching it was. And as a side note: Peter was AMAZING. The RANGE. I can tell they all had SO much fun with it.
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The parts I wish could be stronger:
I'll start with some overarching points. The emotional impact of Buck being in a coma, getting out of the coma dream, and his decision to choose life despite the control he had to "fix" things in his coma dream would've been much more impactful—more poignant—had it occurred over the span of at least two episodes. I would've wanted some time to see how the absence of Buck in everyone's lives would've impacted them. Often, the hardest moments of seeing someone you love in the ICU is the silence when you come back home. They're not sitting at your kitchen table. You can't call them. They're not there, and at least when you're in the hospital and in the room, it's so much easier to convince yourself that they're gonna make it. But I don't wanna get off track.
Above is, more or less, the consistent thing I've said that the show needs to improve on. This episode was paced better than 6a episodes, but once again I notice that I would personally feel more emotionally moved had this been given more room to breathe. It would've made the episode heavier in a way that gave the suicidal ideation that Buck is experiencing the gravitas it needs.
So, now let's get into the two (but actually three) things that I really wish they had changed:
(a) coma!Eddie's story
I don't really want to repeat myself with respect to why I believe it did not make sense for coma!Eddie to have lost Christopher to his parents since I've already mentioned my reasoning in a few asks, so I'll try to make those points more succinctly. I've thought about it over the span of these few days, and I've rewatched that scene about three times or so.
First, as much as everyone talks about not caring what the general audience thinks, I believe it's important to take a step back and realize that they will not be rewatching these episodes, so first impressions of a scene do matter. You shouldn't have to analyze and re-analyze a scene to "get it"—that should be more of a pleasurable exercise. Having said that, I think I'll just copy and paste what I stated previously:
I’m also not expecting Buck to have been a reliable narrator in his own coma dream—my issue is the implications resulting from Eddie having lost custody of Chris.
I don’t believe they are implying that Eddie is unfit as a parent without Buck’s help. Let me make that clear. What bothers me is that Eddie, unlike Bobby and Maddie at those crucial points in their lives, already made the decision to support Christopher and make a better life for them. It had nothing to do with Buck. Pepa suggested that Eddie get help, and he was receptive to it. He just struggled to figure out how to navigate the bureaucracy of finding someone who can provide care for Christopher without cutting off other benefits.
I'm going to go a bit out of order, but this ties in to the lesser, third thing I took issue with. There wasn't consistency with the "lesson" that Buck was meant to learn. We had this odd mix between "choose life" and "be yourself" and "you fixed everyone." I couldn't tell whether they were going for a butterfly effect scenario or "Buck is the keystone of the 118."
I would've loved for the message to end with "choose life." As someone who also experiences severe depression and suicidal thoughts, I recognize that it's really quite a selfish way to think. You necessarily have to make yourself the center of the universe to be blinded by your own pity for yourself and your circumstances despite the fact that so many people around you want to love you, and there are people you haven't met yet who want to love you. More importantly: there are people who you get the opportunity to love. Practicing gratitude for those who are in your life and for yourself for continuing to make it every day even though it's hard is, in my opinion, a critical element of clawing your way out of the spiral of depressive thoughts. It also requires that you take responsibility for yourself and your actions and the hurt you've caused others.
I don't know how they'll address Buck's recovery, but I sincerely hope that, out of respect for himself and for others around him, he slow down and give his body time to recover. For me, that would demonstrate the maturity and growth I feel is missing.
(b) The Redemption Arc (?) for both the Buckley parents and Chim's dad
Before I get into this one, I don't know if they intended to tie everything with a bow, or whether they wanted to re-address the relationships here.
I find that Hen's relationship to Toni and Eddie's relationship to Ramon was given the space to breathe (recurring theme !), and it didn't take an episode or two to forgive the parents. I understand wanting to forgive as a means of letting go; however, I would personally find it more compelling had we taken more steps to reach that point. Further, I would've liked to have seen that strained relationship. I love, love, love stories that revolve around "I love you, but I don't know if I like you. And I especially don't know if I can trust you." I love stories between parents and children where the children—no matter how old they get—always seem to want their parents' love, even when they know it hurts them. It's so human.
As for the Buckley parents in particular: Buck is following Maddie's lead 100%. Of this, I am sure. Either way, I'm actually quite shocked that we didn't see either ol' Philly or Marge struggle to be in the ICU. Again, that's where a two-parter would've really served the storytelling. Additionally, I can't purport to know whether or not they intended this, but it seems (on first impression) that Buck had to die for them to even give a little bit of a shit about him. They got better how, exactly? I guess more than anything, this entire part left me with a big fat "HUH?"
For Chim's dad: this was a missed opportunity completely. Chim first said that he was told that he'd understand his parents better once he became one himself, and now that he's a father, he understands his own father even less. So I sat there watching and thinking "score!"
Unfortunately, in those last five minutes or so of the show, Chim's stepmom told him a story about his father's pride, and now suddenly Chim is okay with having his dad in his life in any capacity (albeit cautiously? unclear). I really don't understand that. Kenny would absolutely serve in a narrative where he decides to not be on speaking terms with his father, and that puts a strain on his relationship with Albert. Albert came to him in season 3 because he was fighting with their dad; however, now we see Albert taking their dad's side, for all intents and purposes. How does that affect Chim? Does he feel betrayed in a sense? Does he feel conflicted? How much does he want the idea of having a dad in his life? It's too early to tell at the moment, but I sincerely hope they don't drop the ball on this one.
If you made it this far, congratulations :-P I have other things I certainly have an opinion on, but @ anon: this is probably a lot more than you were expecting haha.
Like I said before: I did enjoy this episode overall.
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lovecolibri · 10 months
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Regarding Buddie going canon, I feel like there's been so many missed opportunities already (like the shooting, the will, their failed relationships etc) that if one day it does become canon, everyone will think it's coz people asked for it and not bc it was always gonna happen. Like, with other TV shows where there's a slowburn and it takes several seasons for the main characters to be together, it's made clear from the start that there's attraction and later romantic love but they're not getting together bc they have their own issues or bc they're scared. But it hasn't been made clear for Buddie so that's why it could look sudden if it becomes canon. They'd have to spend like a whole season showing hints and have them have a conversation that explains why it took so long or smth, to make sense of those missed opportunities. Hopefully this is what will happen but yeah 😅
Nonnie, I saved you for last (aside from a few sweet comments I'm saving in my inbox for a rainy day) because OOF this is EXACTLY where I am at and have been since 4x14 dropped the ball so fucking hard by making it all about BT and shoving Eddie to the side. People like to call this a slowburn but it absolutely is NOT in my book because the hallmarks of a slowburn are that we SEE unambiguously (not the show "playing both sides" and saying people can see whatever they want even if it's not what they intend) that both characters, often at different times, expressing to SOMEONE (a 3rd party or just to the audience via a pet/inanimate object/a mirror, whatever) that they have feelings for the other. And it all becomes about right place/wrong time, wrong place/right time, missed connections etc. I love that! I would love to have seen more of it with Buddie!
And this far in, and especially after the backlash at this finale, if they DO start brining in Buddie feelings realizations it becomes an issue of explaining WHY it took this long, WHY none of the other major events gave us anything, and then you have the OTHER fan backlash of people saying the show is "caving to liberal pressure" and "making the characters gay out of nowhere" because the show kept waffling and refused to pick a side until they thought the show was over 🤷🏻‍♀️ No matter what, ABC is gonna have an uphill battle keeping both casual viewers who were bored to tears by this season and were over Buck getting all the focus only to have zero payoff while sidelining everyone else (especially Bobby and Athena as that's who the older viewers are watching for), AND keeping the online fandom viewers who the finale managed to alienate HARD by saying we would rather tank any and all character growth and leave them with bland cardboard cutouts of women they have no chemistry with and we can't even tell you what any of them see in each other aside from the fact that Natalia thinks that Even "passively suicidal" Buckley nearly dying is "so freaking cool" as if that's not just a repeat of his parents and tay kay waiting to happen with him hurting himself to get/keep attention because he's not enough as he is.
ANYWAY. Manifesting the move to ABC and the time for the hiatus allows some decisions to be made regarding the direction for season 7, and that ABC will understand the gem they have on their hands with this cast and crew and will work to restore the show to it's previous glory.
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anon911andbuddie · 1 year
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Hi I was wondering if you where still taking prompts if so I had an idea for a Eddie and Buck one where it’s after the lawsuit and Bucky is back working but everyone is avoiding him and when they get a call they leave him behind to clean. All the stress gets to him and one day while everyone is out on a call Bucky had another embolism. He calls 9-1-1 and another house saves him and the 118 comes back to blood on the floor and two fire fighters waiting to tell them what happened.
This one is long overdue. It has been started in my drafts for a long time. And I finally got to finish it. Hope you guys enjoy it.
-Scarlet 📕
Content warnings: Blood, coughing, struggling to breathe, panic, fear, passing out, intubation, pulmonary embolism, ambulances, hospitals, pain, guilt, anger.
Away Team
Buck looked around the empty station and felt the pain in his chest get worse. The call had the full crew out. As the pain persisted Buck realized it wasn't the usual ache that came with working these days. No, this was a different but familiar pain. It hurt, and he felt a cough in his throat, even deep in his chest. He reached up to where his radio should be and remembered he didn't have his radio on him. Why would he? It was just another way for them to yell at him. So he grabbed his phone, and as stupid as it made him feel, he dialed 911. Coughing as he did. He did his best to explain between choking coughs and gasping breaths. He somehow managed to get his location out as he dropped to his knees in the vacant truck bay. He looked down and frowned. He'd just cleaned that floor, and now it had blood on it. Bobby was going to be so pissed. Buck could hear the dispatcher's voice through his speaker, but he was no longer able to understand her. He blacked out.
His consciousness returned with a sudden jolt. The coughing made his chest burn, and something was in his throat. It all hurt. A firm hand stopped him from pulling at the tube in his throat. 
"Easy, Buckley," an unfamiliar voice told him. "You're having a hard enough time already. No need to make it worse." How did they know his name? Where was he? Buck looked around and realized he was in an ambulance. He looked up to see a paramedic he didn't really know. The confusion must have been clear on his face because the paramedic sighed but smiled. 
"You called 911, do you remember?" He thought about it, and he remembered what had happened. He nodded as much as he could. 
"Okay, that's good," the paramedic smiled. "I'm Mel. I work with the 122."
Buck nodded again in acknowledgment.
"I have to ask, Buckley," Mel said. "Dispatch said you told her it was an embolism. You have one before?" 
Buck nodded. 
"You on blood thinners?"
He nodded again. 
"You take your meds today?"
Buck tried to remember if he did. He half shrugged, an action that didn't help his sore and exhausted body. 
"Okay," Mel nodded as she began to check his vitals again. "That is honestly more than I figured I'd get with the tube in. Just relax now, Buckley. We'll be at the hospital soon."
"You seeing this, Bobby?" Chim asked as they neared the station and saw a fire engine that didn't belong to their house in front of the bay's open doors. 
"Yeah," Bobby said as he eyes the truck as they got closer. 
"What the hell is the 122 doing here?" Eddie asked as they pulled in beside the engine. 
"Let's find out," Bobby said as he got out and approached the pair of firefighters that were blocking them from pulling into the station.
"Captain Nash?" One of the men asked.
"That's me," Bobby looked between the men. 
"Is that blood?" Eddie asked as he joined them. He looked around the empty bay. "Wait, where's-"
"Buckley will hopefully be at Good Samaritan by now," the second firefighter said.
"What happened?" Bobby asked, his heart rate picking up as he took it all in. There were discarded gloves and blood on the floor. 
"We were going to ask you the same thing," the first said.
"Who are you?" Chim asked.
"Morris and Jameson from the 122." The one named Jameson said.
"What happened to Buck?" Bobby asked.
"He called 911," Morris said bluntly. "Never had a call to another station before. Our captain said it never really happens.
"Why? Is he alright?" Eddie asked.
"He was coughing up blood," Jameson answered, gesturing to the spots on the floor. “Heard something about an embolism.”
"That can't be right," Eddie said. "He is on blood thinners." 
Morris eyed Eddie skeptically. "Diaz, is it? That's why we're here to talk to Captain Nash. Our captain has a few concerns."
"Where is your captain?" Chim asked. 
"He decided it best to go with Buckley," Jameson told him. “Said the guy sued the department once already and that he wanted to make sure he didn't have any reason to do it again. Best care and all that." 
"He dropped the suit," Hen said. 
Jameson shrugged. "They said that, but we're still confused on how an embolism risk is not only on duty but alone. That seems a bit-"
"He isn't working calls. That is why he was here," Bobby said. "A sort of light duty."
"So you're a man down on calls?"
"For now," Bobby said. 
"Riiight," Morris said. "Might be for a lot longer now."
"So he had another embolism?" Bobby tried to get the conversation back to how Buck is now. 
"It was what dispatch said he managed to say," Jameson answered. "She wasn't sure because sounded like the guy was coughing up a lung, and from how we found him, I believe it. The guy was collapsed on the ground struggling to breathe and coughing up blood. So seemed right to the medics. They got a tube in, we loaded him up and got him out of here."
"Oh, Buckaroo," Hen said as she shook her head. She reached over and gave Eddie's shoulder a squeeze. He'd gone quiet and a bit pale as they listened to them talk. 
"But honestly, we're a bit confused because Deluca used to talk about how close you guys are, but your own guy had to call for us? How does that even happen?"
"It is a long story," Bobby sighed. 
"We got until the boss calls us out, and I'm sure the chief will want to hear." With that, Bobby took the two firefighters to his office.
"You okay?" Hen asked Eddie.
"He is on the blood thinners. How could this happen?" Eddie asked, his eyes glued to the blood splatters on the ground. 
"Well, meds can fail," Hen said.
"But they usually don't-"
"He couldn't remember if he took them," they all looked up to see another member of the 122 come through the doors.
"What?" Eddie asked. 
"Or at least that was what I could figure out with just yes and no questions in the rig," she said. "He might be on them, but he had to have missed more than just one dose for this to happen." She gestured to the mess on the ground.
"He was awake? Is he okay?" Eddie asked. 
"He was conscious and as okay as someone can be with a tube shoved down his throat, though I guess his sister said he'd had a trach before, so I guess he has had worse."
"Maddie is there?" Chim said as he pulled out his phone. 
"If that is his sister, then she was on her way last I heard from my captain."
"But is he-" 
"As fun as this game of 20 questions is, where are Morris and Jameson?"
"In talking to our captain," Hen said.
"Can you take me to them?" The medic asked. 
"Sure, he'll be glad to hear Buck was awake." Hen said as she leads her toward Bobby's office. 
Chim pulled his phone from his ear. "Maddie's not answering."
Eddie rubbed at his face and looked down at the blood again. "Why wouldn't he call us?" 
"You're seriously asking that?" Chim said, causing Eddie to look up at him.
"What the hell does that mean?" Eddie said. 
"I mean, if you haven't noticed, this whole situation is a disaster. I thought that scene at the store was bad, but been more than a bit frosty around here since he came back."
"Don't you put this all on me. That’s-" Eddie said, a sharp edge to his tone.
"I'm not. I just-" Chimney started. 
"This is on all of us," Bobby said as he approached them. "But mostly me. I should have been keeping a closer eye on him." They all watched as the 122 went back to their vehicles and left. 
"Can we go see him?" Eddie asked. 
"After we get this place cleaned up."
Buck woke up to the sound of harsh whispers.
"No, this is all your fault. You had one job, to keep your team safe, including my brother. You don't get to pick and choose who on your team you care about. You are their captain, his captain-"
"Mads," Buck managed to call out. His voice sounded off to his own ears, and his throat felt like someone sandpapered it. But at least the tube was out. 
"Hey, take it easy. Your vocal cords took a bit of a beating," Maddie said as she rushed back to his side and held up a styrofoam cup with a straw. He took a drink, and it helped soothe his throat a bit, but not much. He looked up at the door and saw Bobby standing in it. Buck forced himself not to flinch but must have failed when he felt his sister squeeze his hand. 
"This is what I didn't want to happen," Maddie glared at Bobby. "You-"
"I know this is my fault," Bobby said. "I know I failed Buck. I figured he'd be fine at the station, that he-"
"He is sitting right here," Buck grumbled.
"I know, and I am so sorry Buck," Bobby said. "This should never have happened I-"
"If the 122 hadn't read you the riot act, would you even be here?" Maddie asked.
"Of course, he is still a part of the team, still one of us." Bobby nodded.
"Got a funny way of showing it," Maddie huffed.
"Maddie," Buck cautioned. 
"No, Evan," Maddie held his hand between hers. "They treated you terribly. You dropped the suit and did everything they asked, and they still let this happen."
"They didn't make me miss my meds," Buck admitted.
"About that, Buck, when did you stop taking them?" Bobby asked.
"I didn't intentionally do it. I just ran out and couldn't get to the pharmacy because I had to work."
"You should have told me. I would have-" Bobby started to say.
"Don't," Maddie cut him off. "Do not make him feel bad about this. You assigned his shifts. You assigned him every chore in the book. He could have died, and you guys would have come back and found him dead in the station. The one you are supposed to be in command of."
"I know, and that is something I have to live with,” the captain admitted, “Knowing how close we were to losing Buck, and it was absolutely preventable. If we had just paid more attention."
"Damn right you should have," Maddie said, glaring at him. 
"I know, and you can't possibly know how sorry I am." Bobby turned to look at Buck and took a few steps closer. "If you want to transfer out, I would understand, we all would, and I know nothing can change what we did, but I promise if you come back things will be better."
"Why would I transfer? What house would want the guy that sued his boss and the department?" Buck said, his face reflecting his depressive state. 
"Well, the 122 was quick to call us out. One of the old 118 crew had told them about us, and what they saw didn't mesh with that idea, and they had a lot of questions. You made quite an impression on them. I'm sure you could-"
"You promise if I come back that everyone won't hate me, and I will get to do more than grunt work, right?" Buck asked. 
"I assure you most of the team has already changed their tune," Bobby said.
"I don't know,” Buck said, his doubts clear in his tone. “Eddie was so pissed before-"
"I'm sure if Eddie was still angry he wouldn't be out in the waiting room,” Bobby informed him, “the others too."
"Unless he came to yell at him some more," Maddie grumbled.
"If his reaction when we got back to the station was anything to go by,” Bobby said to try and assure them, “I doubt he'll do much yelling, but only Eddie can really answer that."
"So you are really sure they don't hate me?" Buck asked.
"We don't hate you, Buckaroo," Hen replied. They all looked up to see Hen, Chim, and Eddie at the door. 
"Right," Buck said, not really believing her. 
"Buck," Hen started but was stopped by Eddie.
"You might not believe us now, and that's on us," Eddie said as he moved closer to Buck's bed. "And if we have to earn that back, we will.”
Buck looked up at his sister. “Is this really happening? I’m not dead, right?”
“They’re lucky you aren’t dead, or your lawsuit would look trivial compared to the hell I would have raised,” Maddie admitted without hesitation. “And as tempting as doing it anyway seems and as much as I’d love to see these 3 sweat it, I won’t do that to you.” She squeezed her brother’s hand. “You’ve been through enough.”
“I just want to go back to normal,” Buck said. 
“Evan…” Maddie started.
“We can’t go back, can’t change what is done,” Bobby admitted. “Believe me. I wish I could. But we can do better going forward.”
“And we will,” Eddie stated.
“All of us,” Hen added.
“Yeah, what they said,” Chim nodded. 
Maddie shook her head but asked, “And you’ll make sure he gets back on his feet and stays that way?”
“Of course,” Bobby agreed.
“You swear you’ll actually have his back this time?” Maddie looked at Eddie.
“On my life,” Eddie answered. 
“I will hold you to that, Diaz,” Maddie told him.
“Maddie, please, I just-” Buck started.
“I’m not going to be sorry about holding them accountable, Evan. You wouldn’t be here if they did their jobs. I’m not going to stand here and listen to them make empty promises. They don’t get to try and save their own asses just because another crew called them out.”
“We won't make the same mistake again,” Bobby assured her. 
“I’ll make sure they don’t.” They turned to see Athena standing in the doorway.  
"Good," Maddie says. She did still trust Athena.
"I just want to go back to work," Buck says.
"And you will after you're cleared for duty," Bobby says.
"But they will not be standing in your way this time," Athena says. “Their superiors have assured me.”
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that even I got a call from the fire chief and the captain of the 122. And they will be keeping an eye on things. And so will I."
Buck groans and drops back against the pillows. 
"Evan," Maddie says. "It means they are taking this as seriously as it should be. This sort of thing should never have happened." She glares at her brother's team. "The chief probably just wants to make sure it doesn't happen again."
"And it won't,” Bobby insists. “We'll take whatever punishments the department sees fit. If that's having to put up with inspections and even an investigation, that's fine. We'll do it."
"Technically, I don't think we broke any written rules," Chim points out. Earning a glare from Maddie. "But it was still wrong," he adds. "Hen and I should have stepped in when you came back." 
"We should have been checking in with you on how you were feeling and how the meds were going," Hen adds. "We're the medics on the team. Everyone's well-being is supposed to be even more important to us. And we botched that."
"We never wanted this to happen," Chim says. "No one wants you to suffer."
Buck huffs, but it turns into a cough. 
Eddie is at his side before he can even get a breath in.
"Slow breaths, as deep as you can without it hurting," Eddie tells him. He goes to put a hand on Buck's back, but the younger man flinches. And Eddie pulls away like he was burned. Maddie rubs her brother's back instead. 
"Thank you for the update, but Evan needs his rest," Maddie says sternly. Shutting down any further conversation. "Athena, you are welcome to stay, but I must ask the rest of you to leave."
"Understandable," Bobby acquiesces. "Let us know when you're feeling better, Buck. Then we can discuss your schedule." Buck nods. Bobby turns to the team. "Let's go." He can tell Eddie wants to fight him in this. "We can discuss this later."
Once back at the station, Eddie stares at the now clean spot that was the only hint that Buck had ever been in trouble. 
"Eddie," Bobby starts. "You need to give him time. Maybe we both need to start by telling him why we've been so hard on him. I know you hate seeing him hurting as much as we all do, but Maddie is right. We owe him an explanation. We owe it to him to fix this. To be better. I'm going to go call the chief. We may be in for a tough few weeks, but it's…well, it's deserved. We made this mess. I made this mess. Now it's time to face the consequences." He gave Eddie a pat on the shoulder before heading to his office. 
Bobby was right. They needed to fix it. And Eddie had a good idea of where to start. If Buck was still in the hospital in the morning, Eddie was going to bring Christopher to see him. If he was back home, then he and Christopher would bring him breakfast. Either way, starting tomorrow morning, Buck would have Christopher back. It may take Buck longer to let Eddie back in, but this would be a start. A peace offering. Yeah, that was a good plan. But first, he needed to call Carla and endure whatever lecture he was about to get. She has been Buck's friend longer than Eddie was. She would not be happy about what happened, but he was sure she would help him. She would help for Christopher's and Buck’s sake. She cares for them both. Eddie might have to work to get back in her good graces now too, but maybe a few added paid days off might help. Maybe. Either way, he had a plan.
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You just came back from a messy call wanting nothing more then to hop in to nice hot shower and sleep but alas you had to clean up and restock the ambulance once you finished Bobby have finished dinner you headed upstairs to join the crew talking about heading out for drink over the weekend “hey buck will your secret lady friend join us “chim teased you turn to buck seeing him shake his head you tried to understand the little sting in your heart could It be jealousy you knew buck had a past but you’ve never experienced it first Hand so these feeling were new and very confusing to you but for now you were really looking for drowning your sorrows in some mind numbing alcohol
The weekend couldn’t have have been slower to approach you hitched a ride with Eddie wanting to go straight to the bar with the least amount of obstacles involved arriving before everyone you quickly drowned two shots and dragged Eddie to the small dance floor trying to kill time after a few minutes of haveing fun with eddie you saw a wild buck appeared his face frowning as he headed for your usual table the thought of him being jealous of you dancing so closely and sensually to Eddie never crossed your tipsy mind just that maybe his so called date bailed as you head towards buck the rest of the one eighteen poured in ordering various alcoholic beverages and laughing at each others antics and story’s about their off duty hours at this point you were getting pretty plastered to the point where the alcohol was cooling you down instead of warming you up and the ac wasn’t helping one bit you huddle closer to Eddie hoping some of his body heat would somehow magically transfer to you he noticed this and put his jacket over you absent minded you gave him a peck on the cheek “thank you” you mumbled Buck shifted but no one really noticed the change in the vibe and slowly the night was coming to an end you stumbled to close you tab as Eddie waited on you everyone left and he was taking you home “i sorry miss but your cards been declined “embarrassed you tried putting out another card before Eddie stepped in and payed seeing you struggle to even locate your wallet in the state you were in you accepted and went on your way mumbling confusing questions about your finances all the way home
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prosperdemeter2 · 9 months
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Perspective flip for any one of the rewrite fics (I love that series)
stuck chapter 10
Bobby didn’t consider himself a stupid man.
Still, even Athena had laughed in his face when he asked her in a quiet voice - once the shock of the day had worn off and he had scrubbed his hands raw in an effort to clean Buck’s blood off of them - just how long Buck and Eddie had been a thing. “Long before they started working together.” Athena had said decisively and then narrowed her gaze at him in suspicion. “Don’t you go saying anything but support, Bobby.”
He had been offended at the suggestion. “Why would I?” He asked with a blush.
“After all they’ve been through,” Athena told him sternly. “They don’t deserve to have to explain themselves to you.”
So Bobby wasn’t planning on asking, really he wasn’t.
He hadn’t been planning, either, on running into Eddie at the hospital.
He shouldn’t have been shocked. He wouldn’t have been able to leave Athena’s side if it were here in Buck’s place (and it certainly made things look very similar to how they had been when Bobby had first met Eddie, actually. After the allergic reaction, with Eddie curling his body around Buck’s longer one as if to shield him from view. Teasing instead of condemning, looking at him the same way Bobby had noticed him looking at Buck every single day.). Bobby paused, lingered by the window into the room. “He looks worse than he is.” Maddie said from the end of the hallway, her voice shaky and eyes watery but her smile real and bright.
Bobby could see Buck in her - they had the same smile, the same sparkle in their eyes, the same fighting spirit. She had a coffee cup in her hand, steam curling up to wrap itself around her chin, and her phone in the other, the screen lit up to show her background - a picture taken what must have been not too long ago, the Buckley twin smiles on both her and Buck’s faces, a ferris wheel in the background (they had gone to the pier, Bobby remembered because he had run into them there, Athena and the kids on a ride and Bobby taking a break from the crowd by the railing. Neither of them had noticed him at first then and Bobby had been able to observe, the way he always did, how Maddie wrapped her arm through Buck’s, stole his backwards ballcap to pluck onto her own head and kissed his cheek.). “Has he woken up yet?” Bobby asked because he didn’t know what else to say.
Athena waved Maddie into her side, squeezed her tight around the shoulders and held her there, strong and comforting. “No.” Maddie shook her head with a frown. “But the doctors said that we’re just waiting on the sedation to wear off.”
“Looks plenty awake to me.” Athena snorted and nodded towards the window they were huddled around.
Bobby flushed and Maddie coughed into a laugh. Bobby was okay with a lot of things - he didn’t care who Buck dated, who Eddie slept with, what any member of his crew did. That didn’t mean he wanted to see it.
“He…” Maddie cleared her throat, her cheeks a light pink, and looked curiously at Bobby. “He’s really happy.” Her expression turned begging, a hint of threatening, even. She narrowed her eyes and swept her gaze down his height before meeting him head on. Courageous and daring. “He deserves to be happy, okay? Don’t mess that up for him.”
The threat was clear. The meaning behind it even clearer. Bobby’s opinion mattered, for one reason or another. He was Buck’s superior, his Captain, maybe even his friend.
He would never do anything to… to threaten that happiness.
Bobby nodded. “I wouldn’t dare.”
Besides, who was he to judge? Bobby was the reason why Buck was in that hospital bed in the first place, the reason why his happiness was threatened, the reason why he almost lost more than months of recovery. They were lucky, Bobby knew, that they didn’t have to bury any of their crew-mates. No one should have gotten hurt in the first place, but Freddy Costa had wanted to hurt someone and he had, unknowingly, hurt the one person who… who Bobby was pretty sure he wouldn’t recover from losing on the team.
That wasn’t fair. Bobby loved all of his firefighters - Hen was a wonderful friend, Chimney was one of the people Bobby was closest to, Eddie was a single father that Bobby respected more than he had words for. But Buck… there was something special about him. Something about the way he took to life that reminded Bobby what it was like to live. He hadn’t had much when he took over as captain for the 118 - nothing but bravado and a hope to repent for all of the death and destruction he had caused back in Minnesota. Buck could have washed out so easily, under the wrong leadership he would have. He challenged Bobby every step of the way. But he was one of the best Bobby had had the pleasure of working with. He had heart.
His heart, apparently (from what Bobby had overheard in the back of an ambulance), belonged to Eddie Diaz (who Bobby had seen cry when Buck said the words. It was true, then, in a way that Bobby feared most things in the world weren’t. It wasn’t fake, it wasn’t a fluke, it wasn’t a game. It was the sort of all consuming love that Bobby had thought, once, only came once.).
(He had thought parental love, parental fear, could only be extended to the children he had shared DNA with too, once.
He was wrong about that too.
Bobby had felt the gut twisting fear he did when Buck was trapped under the engine once before. He thought it was pretty terrible of him that he was glad this had a different outcome. He would do anything for Robby and Brooke to be back again - he wouldn’t trade Buck to make that happen.)
Softly, he knocked his knuckles against the doorway and, slowly, Eddie pulled back, his hand still as gentle as Bobby had ever seen it against Buck’s scraped up cheek. They passed something between them softly and Eddie’s eyes met his with barely an ounce of anything but relief in them. “Hey,” Eddie’s fingers tapped Buck’s cheek until he was blinking his blue eyes open. “Look who’s here.”
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WIP Wednesday
Fanonwriter2023 on AO3
Where CANON and FANON collide!
Here’s more of my “After the Well” fic that I’m currently working on and it includes some more of Buck’s and Bobby’s conversation that I posted for my Seven Sentence Sunday. 
This fic is now more than 11K words and counting 😂😂.
My goal is to finish it and post it on AO3 by tomorrow or no later than Friday.
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Even though he was exasperated, Bobby continued, “Do you realize how many other firehouses were out there with us tonight?  Did you know there were local and national TV news crews there and they televised the whole thing?”
“Bobby, I get it and I’m sorry but…you said I shouldn’t answer your question about—if I’m in love with Eddie but I think I need to.  Eddie is…he’s EVERYTHING to me. I love him and Christopher with all that I am. Christopher is my son too and uh, I’ve—I’ve been…”
Buck paused, sighed and then continued, “I’ve been waiting for Eddie my whole life and he loves me just as much as I love him.  He gave me a family and I won’t give them up!”
Bobby ran his hand over his face again, glared at Buck and said, “Look, it was heartbreaking for me to watch and I’m worried about you.  I know we talked briefly at the farm while we were upstairs but Buck, we need to revisit this discussion when I know you’re feeling up to it.  I’m not trying to overstep but I don’t want you to be hurt again. You dove into the deep end with Abby and she abandoned you.  Ali left you too after your leg was crushed and you were heartbroken again”.
Buck eyes widened and Bobby sighed.  They sat in silence just staring at each other for what seemed like hours but it was actually only a few seconds.
Then Bobby said, “You call me pops and I treat you like my son but Buck…I’m your captain and I have to report relationships to HR that occur between teammates.  Also I don’t want to see you get hurt.  I was there after Abby and it took you a long time to get over her. I knew at the hospital she was going to…”
Bobby stopped talking because he needed to carefully choose his next words.
Buck kept staring at him with wide eyes waiting on him to continue.
“Buck, I saw how you were with Abby and I think things with her may have been different if I hadn’t pushed you to step in with her.  That was my fault and I take responsibility for it.  I didn’t say anything then even though I probably should have.  When I saw the way she…”
Bobby saw the same hurt in Buck’s eyes that he saw more than a year ago when Buck told him that he was happy for Abby but he also remembers the way Buck asked him when he would get to be happy too.  Bobby stopped talking so that he could change the direction of their conversation. It was clear to him when Buck called him to tell him about Eddie’s childcare issues last year that Buck was falling hard for Eddie and at the time, he hoped it wasn’t one-sided.  Now though, Bobby can see that Buck is madly in love with Eddie and Bobby knew if he saw it while they were at the well, others saw it too.
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sharing leftovers is a love language
GA, 1.5k, Pre-Eddie/Buck, Post 6x01, ao3 link
Eddie didn't think anything of it when he packed Buck's leftover lasagna before leaving for his shift.
That's not true. He thought he wouldn't have enough time to eat it at home without being late for work, and how sweet it was of Buck to let Eddie take the rest of the lasagna home after dinner together the other night. That was it.
He should've realized what it meant to be walking in the only one with Buck's - with Bobby's - lasagna.
Of course there'd be a target on his back.
           Sharks started circling Eddie somewhere between the microwave beeping and him sitting at the table with his Tupperware.
           He tried ignoring them, but their gazes were like sharp fangs that poked at his back from where they glared at him behind the counter. Eddie didn’t need to turn around to know where they were. He saw them swim there in his periphery as he carried his lunch over. Before that, they floated by the railing; pretending to chat as if they didn’t care about what he heated up. It was obvious what they wanted even then.
           Eddie couldn’t take it anymore.
           He set his fork down and sighed. “I don’t care how long you watch me. I’m not sharing with you.”
           Hen groaned. Chimney slammed his hands on the countertop.
           “Now you’re being dramatic.”
           “We’re not dramatic,” Chimney growled. “We’re hungry.”
           That wasn’t his problem. The crew was warned on Bobby’s last day before his honeymoon they’d be fending for themselves until he returned. The fridges would still be fully stocked. If they wanted, any of them could try their hands at cooking one of the many recipes their captain generously left behind in the metal tin above the fridge. Despite these very detailed instructions, no one had successfully recreated their captain’s culinary masterpieces.
           Well… almost no one.
           Eddie tried to spear a few reheated noodles, to sate his own distracting hunger. The scrape of chairs being pulled from his left and right told him he’d have to wait a tad longer.
           He dropped his fork again. “Can’t you make sandwiches or something? Or order out?”
           “We could.” Hen’s eyes zeroed on Eddie’s meal. “We don’t want that.”
           “What do you want?”
           “We want Bobby’s lasagna.”
           “Well you’re not getting any – hey, hey!” Eddie whacked Chimney’s hand as it tried tiptoeing towards his unprotected lunch. Almost immediately Eddie snared his arms around a section of table in harried protection. “Stealing? Really? You’re resorting to that?”
           Chimney put on his best Jee Yun impression while kicking a nearby chair. “You left us with no choice.”
           “You have choices. I literally gave you two.”
           “We don’t want those choices!”
           “Then, too… bad!”
           Hen bent forward so her shoulder rubbed against his. “Come on, Eddie,” she whispered, using her soft voice. It was usually reserved for panicking victims, when Hen needed to coax them into letting her do her work. “That’s a lot of pasta, even for you. Carbs. Ugh, am I right? You don’t want all of it. We don’t want all of it. We’re not even asking for you to split it three ways… we get a plate, and you give us whatever you feel comfortable giving. Okay?”
           Eddie wasn’t panicking, nor was he a victim.
           He grabbed his fork a third time, stabbing blindly and glancing between his friends with a tight smile. “If you want lasagna, I’m sure the ingredients are around here somewhere…”
           Neither were amused. Especially as Eddie finally took his first bite and offered them nothing but an exaggerated moan to clue them in on how delicious his lunch was.
           Hen tore herself away from Eddie and leaned back in her seat. She fixed him with an expression that could cause sweat to drip down the necks of the steeliest nerved firefighters. “Diaz,” she huffed, “as your captain I am giving you a direct order to share your lunch.”
           Eddie pushed the noodles around with his fork, collecting more for another bite. He scoffed. “I don’t think captains have the power to do that.”
           “Maybe not. But captains do decide who has to be the man behind during calls.”
           He met her challenge with a dimpled smile. “Fine by me. Means I can take my time and really savor the taste of my lasagna.”
           Then he shoveled more of his lunch in and chewed with full cheeks and unfettered mouth noises.
           Dissatisfied grumbling exploded at his sides. Hen’s fingers twitched as she turned her head, removing Eddie’s smug chewing from her sight. Meanwhile Chimney jumped from his seat, not leaving, but putting some distance between him and the table before turning on his heel and walking back.
           He lunged for the top rail of his chair and throttled it, its legs clattering atop the floor. “This isn’t fair,” he hissed, “I’ve tried making that same lasagna almost ten times now and it’s still nowhere near perfect as Bobby’s. How were you able to get it right? You – you, you had to buy four different fire extinguishers for your kitchen in the same month!”
           Eddie pouted at the accusation but didn’t deny it. He found his lasagna extremely interesting as he muttered, “I only needed to use them twice… one of them was faulty.” He shoved more of his lunch in his mouth, eating, waiting for the heat to die in his cheeks before he spoke again. Eddie cleared his throat. “Besides, I’m not the one who cooked this.”
           The other two whipped their heads towards him. Their irritation and hunger paled as confusion took root, both firefighters asking the same question without voicing it.
           Eddie pointed at the stairs with his fork, where a freshly uniformed Buck had finished climbing the final step. “Buck did.”
           Hearing his name, Buck stopped. He looked at them with wide eyes, shocked to be called out so early into their shift. “What did I do?”
           “Buck?” Chimney said, “Buck made Bobby’s lasagna?”
           Buck visibly relaxed after hearing that, his shoulders sagging as he deflated. He huffed a tired breath out past a beaming, appreciative smile and continued walking. Buck made it to the other side of the table. “Took me a few tries but I did. Though it’s not as good as the original… obviously.”
           “It’s still really good,” Eddie told him, needling Hen’s sides with his elbow. His eyebrows danced as he added, “You have to try it some time.”
           Hen’s gaze roamed from Eddie to Buck, fixing him with an expectant stare. She asked, “Like now?”
           His jaw swung low, Buck’s bottom teeth on display as he stuttered out an explanation of why he couldn’t. An emergency could sound at any moment. He didn’t feel comfortable cooking in Bobby’s kitchen without him. He wasn’t in the right headspace.
           Eddie got both a meal and a show.
           “You don’t have to lie to us Buck,” Chimney interrupted. He freed Buck from his own torturous motormouth, but Eddie didn’t trust the wicked gleam that happened to shine in Chimney’s eye. It was aimed directly at Eddie. “It’s obvious you’ll only cook for one of us.”
           He nearly choked on his lasagna.
           Given how Hen and Chimney hadn’t rushed to his aid, how they snickered behind their fists, they weren’t worried whether he would survive or not.
           Buck, of course, stood uselessly across from him. While Chimney’s teasing caught Eddie off guard enough it made his muscles spasm, Buck’s shock spread like dominoes toppling over each other as his entire body shut down from the outside in.
           He rebooted in time to watch Eddie spit a mangled noodle into a napkin.
           His focus didn’t stay on Eddie long. It was divided, bouncing from Hen to Chimney and back again, repeatedly, as he rushed to explain. “That’s not true,” he barked, “I’d cook for either of you if you wanted. But you’re both busy… Hen with school and – and Chim with Jee, with Maddie… and it’s not like I’m always intending to cook. But it’s easier than kicking them out at dinner time.”
           Hen and Chimney worked in unison. Their stares met over Eddie’s head, possible only because Eddie sank low enough in his seat during Buck’s rambling that his knees grazed the nearest chair. “Sure…” Chimney drawled while Hen whistled, “it just so happens that you have to cook Eddie dinner all the time.”
           Buck stomped his foot. He now seized the chair with enough force to send it crashing into Eddie’s knees. He shot up in his seat, biting his lip to muffle his unbidden gasp. No one had noticed.
           “You’ve got it all wrong,” he cried, “I’m not cooking for Eddie. I do it for Chris. Eddie… happens to be there, is all.”
           This was ridiculous.
           Eddie scooted his chair back, rising from the table with the lukewarm, half-eaten Tupperware of lasagna in his hands. “I can’t eat with all of you here acting like kids,” he said, “I’m going somewhere else.”
           He soon learned that was the wrong choice. Leaving reminded Hen and Chimney that he was there. They lobbed a few comments at him, their calls and smacks of fake kisses trailing behind as he sped away.
           “If you go, then Buck won’t see how much you appreciate his cooking!” Hen laughed.
           Chimney snapped his fingers, “Better yet. Buck could feed you the food, if you’re having trouble eating!”
           Eddie collapsed on the couch and tried eating another bite of lasagna.
           It tasted like rubber. He lost his appetite.
           Chimney’s voice carried to where Eddie sat. He heard him yank Buck’s chain a final time. “Why don’t you go join him. You’ve been talking about needing a new couch anyway. Why not use the one you already have?”
           Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose.
           He wished Bobby was flying back yesterday.
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Here’s an almost 1k secret santa fic for @sleptwithinthesun! It’s a 9/1/1 fic and features Buck having an allergy attack after rescuing a cat from a tree. I didn’t add any spellings because I’m not sure how he’d sound? But I tried to get everything else you liked, including group caretaking. I hope you enjoy! (Tagging @softsnzstuff so they can find it)
It was one of those days where the 118 had been called to various locations for some of the dumbest reasons. 
Their morning began with a woman calling 9-1-1 because she thought there was a wild animal in her house. When they got there, they found that a neighbor’s dog had just gotten into her house through the sliding glass door in the back. As usual, Buck had to make everyone wait so he could pet and play with the dog before it was escorted back to the neighbor’s house. 
Only a few hours later they were called again because a middle aged man got his arm stuck in the space between the towel holder and the wall in the bathroom. Everyone internally groaned when they got to the scene and saw what the man had done. But still, they got his arm free and laughed about it once they were back at the station. 
The icing on the cake, however, came around three o’clock when an older woman called 9-1-1 to say that her cat got stuck in a tree. It was the most stereotypical call for a fire department. 
Buck groaned out loud in the truck when Bobby told him he was the one responsible for retrieving the animal. He hated cats. It wasn’t that he didn’t find them cute… they just made his allergies go haywire, and he especially didn’t want that happening in front of his crew. 
They had certainly seen him in worse situations, but they didn’t know that his cat allergy sneezes were more fittish and high-pitched than his regular ones. He would certainly get made fun of if they heard. It wouldn’t be mean-spirited by any means, but still. Buck preferred having his ego to rest on. 
Once the ladder was in place and everyone was settled, Buck climbed up and made some soft noises to get the cat’s attention before scooping it up in his arms and going back down. The cat seemed grateful and rubbed its fluffy face against Buck’s neck and when Buck looked down at the black and white animal, it moved its head so they were staring at each other. 
“What were you doing up there, hmm?” Buck asked the cat, but before he could say anything else, the cat moved forward and licked his nose. He pulled back and laughed a bit before shaking his head. The little thing was cute, but with that contact, he knew he was done for. 
He got down and handed the cat back to its owner before stepping aside and pulling his right glove off. Buck rubbed his nose which was already starting to itch and sighed. Before he could do anything else, there was a hand on his shoulder. 
“You did good,” Eddie said, moving to face him. “And the cat seemed to like you, too.” 
“Yeah, I guess.” Buck stepped closer to the truck just as the itch bloomed in his sinuses and he pinched his nose shut, head bobbing forward four times with silent sneezes. 
“...Salud?” It was more of a question than anything. 
“Sorry,” Buck mumbled. 
Eddie made a weird face that was apparent enough for Hen to come walking over. 
“You okay, boys?” 
Eddie opened his mouth to say something, but Buck cut him off. 
“Yep! Time to go back to the station.” And with that he hopped back into the truck. 
Eddie and Hen exchanged curious looks. 
On the way back to the station, Buck moved his headset mic away from his face a few times to stifle sneezes again. Eddie was sitting next to him and didn’t say anything, seeing that the younger man wanted to keep this hidden. Otherwise, no one else noticed anything was wrong…
…until they got back to the station and Buck made a beeline for the bathroom. 
“What’s wrong with him?” Chim asked, oblivious to the entire situation. 
Bobby looked over at Eddie, who had been sitting next to Buck in the truck, and raised an eyebrow. 
Eddie shrugged. 
Instead of waiting, Bobby made his way to the bathroom and waited outside the door for a moment to see if he heard anything. There was silence for a moment, but then the sound of an irritated sneezing fit made it through the door. He waited until it was over and then gently pushed open the door to find Buck standing at one of the sinks, holding a handful of tissues to his nose. 
“You feeling alright, Buck?” 
Buck jumped and quickly crumpled the tissues up in his hand before turning to look at Bobby. His nose was red and there were tears in his eyes. He looked like the epitome of an allergy attack. 
“Fine!” 
“You don’t look fine to me,” Bobby said, taking a step closer. 
Buck shook his head. “In perfect shape.” 
“Was it the cat?” 
It seemed like even the name of the offender to Buck’s body made him need to sneeze. The younger man turned to the side and muffled a set of high-pitched sneezes into his elbow. 
“Bless you, Buck.” 
Buck sniffled and mumbled an apology. 
“There’s no need to apologize.” Bobby made sure Buck looked him directly in the eyes when he said that. “And there’s no need to hide in here. I don’t think anyone’s going to mind that you’re having an allergy attack.” 
“But it’s annoying and gross and--”
“We’re your family. We don’t turn on each other for anything.” 
“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Buck sniffled again. 
“Come on, let’s go see everyone else.” Bobby led the man out of the bathroom and to the rest of the team. 
Just as Bobby had said, no one made fun of him. Everyone was genuinely concerned and offered to take his place if something similar happened again. 
It was safe to say that Buck felt loved at that moment. 
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We Take Care of Eachother
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Hurt/Comfort
Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure
Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley
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It had been a long shift. They had already worked 24 hours, and then went three hours over at the last call. They'd gone 27 hours with barely any food and even less sleep. On top of that, they lost several people before they could put the fire out. They were all exhausted. The usual chatter was gone, replaced by tired silence. Even Chim wasn't cracking his usual jokes. Bobby had retreated to his office to begin working on paperwork. The rest of the crew was slowly filtering out and heading home.
Buck is sitting on one of the benches, staring off into empty space. His eyes are distant. His jaw is tight, his fists clenched in his lap. Eddie can tell something's wrong. He's not sure what, but he knows that something is definitely off. He slowly makes his way into Buck's line of vision. He looks up when he sees Eddie, and a small smile appears on his face. It's the one reserved specifically for Eddie.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just tired."
There's more to it than that, but Eddie chooses not to push. Buck will talk when he's ready. He grimaces when he stands, but waves off Eddie's attempted help with a muttered 'I'm fine'. He gives Eddie a smile, but it's tense. He claims he's simply sore from all the work today. Eddie still doesn't believe that's all it is, but he pushes his worry away in favor of getting them both home. He sends Carla a quick text to let her know they're on their way. She sends back a thumbs up and a smiley face emoji.
The ride home is fairly silent. Music quietly echoes from the speakers, barely audible. It's more of a background noise than anything else. The two don't speak much, both unpacking the day on their own. The only time they converse is when Eddie asks Buck if thai is okay for dinner. Buck nods yes, eyes never straying from the road. Eddie doesn't have to ask what Buck wants. They have a tradition. They get the same things every time.
They beat the delivery man home. Buck unlocks the door as Eddie grabs their stuff. He tosses it all down in the hallway to be dealt with later. Future him will deal with it all. For now, he just wants to sit down with a cold beer. Buck seems to have the same idea, as he's already rustling around the fridge for them. He passes one to Eddie before taking a swig of his own. Carla meets them in the kitchen.
"You two look exhausted. Long day?"
"Longest one we've had in a while. How was your day with Chris?"
"Wonderful as always, Eddie. You know that he's a complete angel. I have to run, but I'll see you both later. Take it easy tonight!"
"Will do, Carla," Buck says with a joking salute.
Eddie practically melts into his seat. That's exactly when the doorbell rings, signaling the arrival of the food. Eddie lets out a groan, throwing his head back in frustration.
"Don't worry. I've got it," Buck chuckles.
Eddie sighs in relief. That relief wavers when he notices Buck's stride is a bit off. Not enough to properly be classified as a limp, but still enough of a difference to be concerning. It's probably just a strained muscle or something. He'll bring it up to Buck later, when they're both fed and rested.
The doorbell also summoned Chris from his room. He greets Eddie with a tight hug. He waits until Buck puts the food down to give him a hug too. Buck gets this soft look on his face whenever he sees Chris. It's one Eddie is all too familiar with. It's a look of pure love, the way a parent looks at their child. The fact that Buck loves Chris that much never fails to make his heart almost shatter with the amount of love he feels for the man.
Buck takes a seat next to Eddie and doles out the food. They all dig in, sharing stories about their day. Eddie and Buck stray away from any stories about darker calls. They stick to the funnier ones. Chris tells them about his classmates and the latest drama. There's so much drama it's practically a real life telenovela. Eddie doesn't remember having this much drama when he was this age, but that was a long time ago.
After dinner, the trio works together to quickly clean up. Chris brings the dishes to the sink, Buck washes, and Eddie dries. They have a routine in place. They have many routines ingrained in their daily lives, and Buck is a part of all of them. Eddie doesn't know how the two of them lived for so long without Buck in their lives. He appeared and became the piece of their family they didn't know they were missing.
"Can we watch a movie?"
"Sure, kiddo. Which one are you thinking?"
Chris shrugs at Eddie's question. The three of them head over to the couch. Chris squishes in between Buck and Eddie. They settle on 'Strange World'. It's one of the better movies Buck has seen in a while. And if Eddie cries a little bit while watching it, no one says anything. Eddie notices that Buck isn't paying much attention. His face is a little pale, and his right hand is digging into his thigh.
Eddie shoots him a questioning look over Chris' head. Buck shakes his head to signify that everything is alright. Eddie raises a skeptical eyebrow, but doesn't pursue the issue further.
By the end of the movie everyone is drifting off. Buck ushers Chris off to bed while Eddie sets up the couch. He wouldn't mind having Buck share his bed with him. They did all throughout COVID. And they did it before that too, and after, whenever they had nightmares. It helped to have the company. And Eddie can admit that he misses sleeping next to Buck. They would wake up tangled together, and for a moment, Eddie could pretend that they were something more than friends. It may be selfish, but he's weak when it comes to Buck.
"He's out like a light."
Eddie chuckles. It turns into a yawn.
"Get some sleep. I'll make us some waffles in the morning."
"I'll never say no to your waffles. Night, Buck."
"Night, Eddie."
Eddie clicks off the light on his way out. He's asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.
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It's close to 2 AM when Eddie wakes up thirsty. He blindly pats the nightstand next to him, but his water bottle is nowhere to be found. He must have forgotten to replace it. He rubs his eyes and slowly clambers out of bed. He tip toes into the kitchen. He fills a cup with water and drains it. He's about to head back to bed, but he hears rustling coming from the living room. He peeks in at Buck. He's clearly awake, though Eddie can't figure out why.
"Buck? You okay?"
"Fine."
Buck's voice is choked. He sounds like he's in pain. Eddie flicks the light on. Buck's face is covered in sweat. He's biting down on his wrist, trying to stifle any sounds of pain. Eddie runs over and kneels next to him, eyes scanning him for any injuries. Did he miss something earlier? He had checked Buck over and hadn't seen anything. Fear roars through his veins, drowning out everything else.
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49. spinning your lover into a kiss on the dance floor
only because eddie said he’s an excellent dancer and i need him to put his money where his mouth is <3
Buck loved weddings. He’d always loved weddings – he loved the excitement, of the day, the way everyone woke up with the sole purpose of spending their day celebrating with friends, and family, celebrating the love a couple shared. He’d been to his fair share of weddings over the years – weddings on the beach, when he’d been travelling, weddings of friends and exes, and firehouse weddings. He liked the firehouse weddings – it was tradition, that whoever was getting married would invite their entire shift, and they’d all share a table, and they’d drink, and talk, and laugh. Spending time with the crew outside of the firehouse, outside of their usual badge and ladder joint, was always nice, and today was no exception.
Daniel, from their shift, had gotten married, and it was the first wedding in the firehouse in a long time. They’d done their duty and teased the living hell out of Dan, his entire last shift before getting married, making the guy wear a light-up bowtie the entire day, leaving him to explain at every scene that this was firehouse tradition, and he was getting married. They were the kind of shenanigans that Bobby didn’t formally approve of, but they’d all caught their captain smiling to himself enough times that he knew it wasn’t something he’d put a stop to. Daniel was the first person on their shift to get married, in years, and they were excited.
Buck really did love weddings. He didn’t know Daniel’s fiancé, not really – she seemed nice. They were college sweethearts, apparently, and they’d waited to get married until she’d finished law school. She was wearing a beautiful white dress, and Daniel had a smart suit on, and they’d both cried, during their vows (which meant Buck had cried too, because he was an emotional train-wreck, Eddie subtly passing him a tissue - or three - so Buck could mop away his tears before anyone noticed. Buck loved love, okay, and he always attended weddings and just wondered how it might feel one day if he ever got to experience one of them as the groom.
Maybe he just wasn’t built for marriage, Buck decided, maudlin as he took a swig of his beer. His relationships had never even gotten close to being marriage material – so maybe he was destined to be alone forever, bouncing from relationship to relationship, never quite –
“Hey,” Eddie greeted. He was wearing a dark purple suit, so dark the colour was almost black, the purple catching the light every so often. He looked damn good – Buck had told him that much, when he’d picked the other man up that afternoon. He rarely ever saw Eddie in a suit; and this new one was a treat.
“Hey,” Buck hummed in reply. “Having fun?”
Eddie’s cheeks were flushed, from dancing, having spun Hen around the dancefloor for the last three songs in a row. That was the rule, when they were invited to a wedding as a shift – they all went stag, and Eddie had been a willing stand-in for Karen. Eddie loved to dance – it was one of his less well-kept secrets. It was a secret he’d kept closely guarded, for a long time, but the more he’d gotten to know the 118, the more open he’d been about it. He and Shannon had loved to dance, Eddie had admitted once – they’d go line-dancing, or salsa-dancing, Eddie had explained, a fond expression on his face. It was one of the things they had always been good at, dancing.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve not danced, yet.”
“I don’t dance,” Buck shook his head. Of all the things he was capable of doing – dancing wasn’t one of those things. He was an objectively terrible dancer – and he didn’t fancy making a holy show of himself at a wedding full of strangers. “I’m a terrible dancer,” he emphasised.
“Lucky for you, I’m an excellent dancer,” Eddie grinned, taking Buck’s hand in his own and tugging him out toward the dancefloor. Buck mumbled a protest, but he let Eddie pull him out onto the dancefloor, the song playing a slow one. Buck didn’t recognise it – but it was a slow one, the singer crooning about love, and life, and happily ever after.
“Don’t look so terrified,” Eddie teased, manoeuvring Buck so that he had one hand on Eddie’s shoulder, taking Buck’s hand in his own, Eddie’s other on Buck’s hip. He guided them, gently, explaining to Buck where he should put his feet, giving Buck an encouraging smile.
“I’m a terrible dancer,” Buck sighed, stumbling as Eddie tried to speed it up. “I have no rhythm.”
“Just, relax,” Eddie encouraged, guiding Buck around the dancefloor. “Relax and let me lead. Okay?”
Buck swallowed his nerves, and nodded, letting Eddie guide him. They were definitely dancing slower than some of the other couples on the floor, Eddie patient as he led them both. Eddie was a natural, when it came to dancing, the movements fluid and – and beautiful, actually, Eddie’s hand pressed to Buck’s lower back, their bodies pressed closely together as Eddie spun them around the dancefloor.
“See?” Eddie’s smile was soft, and fond. “All you needed to do was relax.”
“I’m still terrible,” Buck huffed, trying not to think too hard about where to put his feet, trying to let Eddie lead him where they needed to go.
“I’ve got you,” Eddie reassured, and the words felt heavy, laced with so much more meaning than just dancing – Eddie always had him, Buck realised, in every aspect of his life. Eddie was this incredible, unwavering presence in Buck’s life, and he was certainty, amongst the chaos of everything else in Buck’s life.
Buck nodded. “I know you do,” and his words were dripping with more meaning than just dancing – Buck was sure of a few things, in his life, and Eddie’s presence in his life was the thing he was the most sure of, the thing he would always be sure of. That was love, he supposed – real love. Whether he got to love Eddie the way he wanted, or he got to love him like this, as a friend, Buck would be happy.
Eddie grinned, and he tugged on Buck’s waist, spinning Buck gently away from him. He was beautiful, like this, under the soft lights of the dancefloor, his eyes bright and the material of his suit glinting purple under the golden lights. Buck couldn’t help but laugh, as he stumbled, slightly, Eddie’s grip on his hand firm as he pulled Buck back in, spinning him so that Buck’s back was pressed to Eddie’s chest, the two of them swaying gently.
“See?” Eddie hummed, his voice low. “Dancing is easy.”
Buck let Eddie spin him out again, his heart thundering in his chest as Eddie pulled him back in, wrapping his arms around Buck’s waist. “Only with you,” he said, the words out of his mouth before he could stop them, slinging his arms around Eddie’s shoulders, keeping the other man close.
Eddie’s smile was soft, and secretive, and he tilted his chin, slightly. “I only ever want to dance with you,” he replied, and his mouth was on Buck’s, before Buck could say anything else, and suddenly he was kissing his best friend, and the music in the background was soft, and romantic, and he was sure that he could hear someone cheering, but –
All Buck could focus on was the way Eddie was kissing him, the two of them swaying out of time to the music as they kissed, as they finally did something about the tension that had lingered between them for so many months, now.
Buck’s chest was heaving, as they pulled apart. “I only ever want to dance with you, too.”
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I Bought A Ring (e.b.)
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Summary: Abby’s back and Buck doesn’t know how to handle the news. And neither do you. 
AN: i’m still PISSED that abby came back even if only for an episode, my poor buck was so hurt ): this was something i had deep in my drafts and now that buck is blowing up it seemed like a good time to post it!
there is a buck fic similar to this and i just wanna say that i did not copy or steal the idea. i’ve had this in my drafts for months since season 3 ended so no one stole anyone’s idea! if you wanna check out their fic their username is @lotsoflovefromlea and the fic is titled ‘Second Best’ it’s really really good
You didn’t think you’d have to face the day when Buck’s past came back to haunt him. You were hoping it would stay in the past and you would be his future. But life has a funny way of putting us to the test. 
After the train crash, and Buck saw Abby again, he had been acting distant. Distant enough for you to notice that something was wrong. It wasn’t hard to notice, especially when the two of you live together. 
He would rarely talk when you had the same shift at the 118, there was no conversation during dinner and he’d come to bed long after you had already fallen asleep. 
It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even remember the last time he kissed you or touched you. And you had enough of the maltreatment. 
You exited the shower and saw him standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. You walked down the stairs and stood across from him, the tension between the two of you painfully obvious. 
“What’s been going on with you?” You asked, breaking the ice. “What do you mean?” He asked, not meeting your gaze. “Seriously? Buck, you’ve been acting like I killed your dog for three weeks since the train crash. What the hell is going on?” You explained. 
Buck sighed before looking up at you. He knew he couldn’t keep secrets from you. Including ones that could possibly change your relationship. 
“Abby reached out to me. She wanted to meet up to talk.” He said. Buck could tell by the way your right eyebrow was raised and your eyes narrowed that you were not happy. “Really? And you went?” You asked. “Yeah.” Buck answered quietly. 
You laughed bitterly before walking around the counter back towards the stairs. “God, you just can’t seem to let her go, can you?” You started. “It’s been, what? Two years? Two years since she left you for her ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ experience and got engaged? And who was the one who never left your side? Me. It was me, Evan and even now, you can’t seem to realize how terrible she was to you. Face it, you were her midlife crisis and you fell in love with her and never fell back out. All while making me fall in love with you.” You finished. 
Sure you were a tad bit cruel, but it was what he needed to hear. No one wanting to be the one who had to pop his perfect bubble when it came to Abby. 
“I stayed with you when you were suing the department for christ sake! And I can’t do it anymore, Evan.” You added. There it was again. His dreaded first name. The name you never used unless you were beyond angry with him. And he hated hearing it come from your lips. “Y/N, what do you mean?” He asked. 
Fear was coursing through his body as he waited for you to finally leave him. After everything he put you through, Abby was the last straw. 
“I mean, maybe we should take a break. Until you figure out what it is you really want.” You answered. It wasn’t something you wanted nor did you think it would ever happen. “No. No, no, Y/N, don’t do this.” He begged, walking towards you. “I have too. Since she came back, this relationship has been one sided and I don’t deserve that.” You said. 
“Please, Y/N, I love you.” Buck told you. “Do you? Because you have a funny way of showing it.” You replied. You swiftly grabbed your keys and your purse and made a path towards the exit. “So this is it? You’re breaking up with me?” Buck asked, causing you to stop. 
“I don’t want to. But you seem to have unresolved feelings for Abby and you can’t claim to love one person wholeheartedly when you clearly don’t. Figure it out, Buck. But remember who was here when no one else was.” You answered before leaving the house. 
You didn’t know where else to go after you left. So you decided to go to Bobby and Athena’s. Bobby was like a father to you when you joined the 118 and you trusted him more than you trusted most people. 
After trying to straighten yourself up and wipe the tears from your face, you got out of the car and headed to the front door. You knocked a couple of times and waited for the door to open. 
When it did, Athena’s face softened when she saw you and instantly knew something was wrong. “Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asked, ushering you inside. “I didn’t know where else to go.” You answered. 
Bobby, wondering who was at the door, turned the corner and saw you standing in the entryway. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He asked. “Buck and I got into a fight. He went to meet up with Abby and he didn’t tell meand I just, I just don’t understand why he won’t let her go. Am I not enough?” You explained. 
Athena shushed you and pulled you into a hug to comfort you. She knew Buck was stubborn but not so much that you felt you had to leave. Bobby was furious. He hated seeing you so upset and he was frustrated with the young man for making you think you weren’t enough for him. 
After a few minutes, Athena made up the guest bedroom for you and said you could stay as long as you needed. But you hoped it wouldn’t have to be for long. 
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Bobby arrived at the station in search for Buck and found him sulking while Hen and Chimney were grilling him about his mood. “What’s wrong with you today?” Chimney asked. “Him and Y/N got in a fight last night and she walked out on him.” Bobby answered for him. 
Buck looked up at his captain with wide eyes, wondering how he knew about the prior events. “She stayed at mine and Athena’s last night.” He added. Buck let out a sigh of relief, mainly because he was worried sick about you. You didn’t answer a single one of his calls or texts and he didn’t know where you went off to. 
“Why did she walk out on you?” Hen asked. “Because I may have went to meet up with Abby the other day. And apparently I had been acting distant towards Y/N and she confronted me.” Buck explained. “Seriously? You still have feelings for Abby?” Hen asked. “No, Hen-” Buck tried to explain but was interrupted by his coworkers. 
“Y/N is the perfect girl for you and you’re throwing her away for someone who left you?” She continued. “Hen,” Buck started. “You’re stupid but not this stupid.” She said. “Hen! I don’t have feelings for Abby anymore. I wanted to give her a chance to explain why she left and to thank her. Because if she wouldn’t have left, I wouldn’t have met Y/N.” Buck interrupted. 
“And I,” He started before he stopped himself, not sure if he wanted to tell everyone his secret. “You what?” Eddie asked. Buck looked up at his friends before sighing. “I bought a ring.” He answered. “Wait, what?” Chimney asked. “I bought a ring. I was going to propose but then I got all in my head after Abby showed up. I thought Y/N would say no and she’d leave me just like Abby did.” Buck explained. 
The rest of the 118 crew was silent as they looked down at Buck. Hen sat down across from him before speaking. “That girl is head over heels in love with you, Buck. She has been since the first time she met you and the last thing she would do is leave you like Abby did. Though, because of Abby, she felt she had no choice.” She said. 
“I need to get her back. I didn’t even know what to do this morning without her.” Buck said. “When does she come in for her shift?” He asked Bobby. “She was supposed to be here by now. She left before me.” The man answered. 
Before anyone could form a theory about your whereabouts, the bell went off signaling they had a call. 
They soon arrived to the scene of a car accident, one car completely flipped upside down. 
The 118 stopped short, however, when they noticed who’s car was upside down. It was yours that was hit by a guy texting and driving and ran a red light. 
“Y/N?” Buck called, running to the driver side door. “Buck, you’re too close to this.” Bobby stopped him. “We’re all too close to this, Bobby.” Buck rebutted. Bobby looked at Athena and gestured for her to keep Buck away from the scene. “Keep him away from her.” He instructed his. wife. 
Eddie began trying to get the door off and Hen and Chimney noticed you were still conscious, struggling to get out and stay awake. 
“Y/N, can you hear me?” Hen asked. “Yeah. I-I can hear you.” You stammered. “I have a piece of shrapnel between the third and fourth intercostal space. Mild to severe concussion and around three broken ribs, and a possible pulmonary contusion.” You told them. 
Both EMTs were surprised that you could still diagnose and recognize your symptoms while having a concussion and actively bleeding. 
Once the door was off the car, Hen and Chimney set down the backboard and Eddie began cutting your seatbelt. 
“Where’s Buck?” You asked him. “Bobby won’t let him help. He’s too close to this one.” Eddie answered. “Aren’t you all though?” You joked. Eddie laughed dryly as the seatbelt was cut free. “Can you move?” He asked. 
You looked down at the piece of metal from the seat and back up at him. “You have to pull it out.” You told him. “Y/N,” Eddie started. “Eddie, you have to pull it out or I won’t be able to move. I have a concussion, I’m already bleeding and in about five minutes I’m going to pass out. I will slowly bleed out from the inside if I don’t move. Pull the damn thing out.” You snapped. 
Eddie looked at you for a moment before glancing over at Buck, arguing with Athena. As Eddie pulled the piece of metal out of your side, Buck broke free of Athena’s grasp and fell to his friend’s side. 
“Y/N, baby, are you okay?” He asked frantically. “I’m going to pass out in a couple of seconds so I’m sorry, Buck. For what happened last night.” You spoke, your breathing becoming shallower. “Buck we gotta move her.” Eddie told him. 
Your eyes fell closed slowly and the heart rate monitor attached to you started beeping rapidly. “We gotta get her out now.” Hen instructed. Bobby pulled Buck back as he watched in horror while his friends began giving you CPR once they pulled you from the car.
Your heart beat thankfully went back to normal and Chimney and Hen loaded you into the back of the ambulance. 
Buck took the liberty of joining you considering he was your emergency contact, having no other family in LA.
Once the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Buck, Chimney and Hen were forced to stay at the ER bay, not being allowed to go with you. 
Buck watched as the doctors took you away and this quickly became his worst nightmare. What if you didn’t make it? What if the last conversation you had was a fight? 
Bobby’s hand rested on Buck’s shoulder as they all watched you disappear down the hallway. 
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It had been hours. Hours of the 118 sitting in the waiting room for you to come out of surgery. Buck was a nervous wreck and no amount of consoling from Maddie or Eddie made it any better. He knew she should have told you about meeting with Abby but he was afraid of ruining everything. But not telling you made it ten times worse. 
“Evan Buckley?” A doctor called, alerting the entire crew. “Th-That’s me. I’m Evan Buckley.” Buck replied. “Y/N is going to be okay. We repaired the damage to her lung as well as the other internal damage she received from the car crash. She still had a major concussion and she’ll be out of commission for a while, but she got incredibly lucky.” The doctor explained. 
Buck let out a very visible sigh of relief, as did everyone else. “Can I see her?” Buck asked. “She’s in the ICU so only a couple of people at a time.” The doctor said. “You go, Buck. We’ll see her when she’s moved to a normal room.” Bobby told him. 
He nodded his head and followed the doctor to your room. He saw you lying in the hospital bed, multiple IVs in your hands and arms and an oxygen tube in your nose. 
Your eyes were still closed but he could tell you were awake, though hearing the doctor’s voice alerted you. 
“Y/N, someone’s here to see you.” You turned your head slightly and saw Buck standing in the doorway. “Hi.” You said quietly, your voice still hoarse from the breathing tube in surgery. 
Buck sat in the chair next to you, his eyes red and watering. “I am so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered. “I should have told you about Abby but I met with her to get closure. And to thank her because if she wouldn’t have left me, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.” He added. 
“It’s okay. I should have let you explained.” You replied. “I have something else to tell you.” Buck said. “Oh no, now what?” You joked. “I bought a ring.” He said. “Like, a ring ring?” You questioned. “Yes, a ring ring.” Buck laughed. “Where is it?” You asked.
Buck let go of your hand for a moment and fished the piece of jewelry out of his pocket.
“You have to put it on for me.” You said. Buck looked at you in disbelief as he smiled, sliding the ring on your left finger. “I’m assuming that’s a yes.” He said. “Of course it is. I’d be stupid to say no to you.” You told him with a smile.
Buck squeezed your hand gently as he looked at the ring on your finger. “I never want to come that close to losing you ever again.” He muttered. “You won’t. I don’t plan on leaving you for a long time.” You said. “Good. Because I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” Buck said. 
He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead as you looked down at the ring. “You did a good job.” You commented. Buck laughed at your comment, causing a smile to grace your face. “Hen and Maddie helped.” He said. “I figured as much.” You replied. 
The rest of the evening, or whatever time of day you thought it was, Buck stayed by your side. Even when the doctors were running their tests and looking over your condition. After almost losing you, there was no way you were going to get rid of Buck even for a moment. 
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For the intimacy prompts. “witnessing your partner's hobbies and idiosyncrasies”
Don't ask what happened here, I am too soft for this :) Enjoy Nonnie! Ao3
You Wrap Your Arms Around Me, And-
Buck was a serial snuggler. It was something everyone at the 118 realized sooner or later, though Buck seemed chronically unaware of it himself.
It would start small. A conversation on the couches late at night between calls. The crew would be sitting around, reading, knitting, shooting the breeze, and then someone would say "oh?"
Inevitably that person had just had their shoulder visited by Buck's head. And for the first half hour or so, that's about all it would be, Buck's head resting on a shoulder. But let him fall into a deeper sleep and it would evolve. Arms winding around shoulders, a hug-snuggle, or “huggle” as Maddie had dubbed it when they were kids and she was the sole recipient.
Different people at the station had different levels of tolerance for it. Hen and Chimney were limited to Buck's head on their shoulder. Hen, because she liked her space, and Chim, because he got easily claustrophobic when faced down with, quote "the crushing power of six miles of Buckley arm."
Others had a greater tolerance for it. Chim still had a photo of the first time he'd spotted Buck and Ravi, both fast asleep, leaning against each other, arms holding on like two lost puppies seeking shelter.
Then there was the heartbreaking moment Hen had caught Buck and Bobby on the couch, Buck fast asleep, arms wrapped around Bobby's chest and head on his shoulder. Buck had been crying in his sleep and mumbling "Dad." The look on Bobby's face had been... difficult to describe. Anger at Buck's parents, mixed with pain from the loss of his children, mixed with that fierce protective instinct he had for each of the members of his crew sharpened to a paternal edge where Buck was concerned.
Then there was Eddie. Eddie who it appeared had a difficult relationship with Buck's snuggles, in the same way bodybuilders had a difficult relationship with carbohydrates. That is to say, he always wanted them, but didn't feel like he deserved them or should indulge in them, and got terribly embarrassed about the whole thing no matter how happy it made him.
He was the most likely victim of Buck snuggles on any given day, largely because Eddie and Buck revolved around each other like two symbiotic planets waiting to collide. Night-time chats? Nine times out of ten they were sitting next to each other. In the firetruck heading home from a fire? Again, sitting next to each other. At dinner after a long day? Buck had once fallen out of his own chair because he was leaning into Eddie and had tilted too far.
Buck's snuggles with Eddie were... different. While awake, Buck was very careful about the invisible boundary they kept in respect of their just-friends status (something that everyone else at the firehouse found laughable, since they projected WANT at each other like a bat-signal), and Eddie too made sure that no touch lingered too long or too intimate.
But sleepy-Buck did not care about such particulars. Unlike with the others at the station, it took only moments for Buck to be completely wrapped around Eddie, long legs around his waist or tangled with Eddie’s legs, arms around his torso, shoulder, or neck, and his hands... His hands were a problem.
Initially it had been pretty standard--Buck's hands likely settled on Eddie's shoulders, under his arms, or between Eddie's back and the couch, stealing warmth. But over time, they journeyed further in search of the prefect spot. Eddie would be trying to have a conversation with Ravi about the jaws of life only to freeze, blushing furiously as Buck's left hand wandered into his shirt collar and loosely gripped his left pec, Buck sighing happily into his ear. Or the time when Bobby had been discussing a day off so Eddie could spend time with Chris and Eddie had almost leapt out of his own skin when Buck's fingers wormed into his belt to seek warmth against his hip. They'd crawled up Eddie's shirt, even one time memorably up his pant-leg when Eddie had been sitting cross-legged, finally settling behind Eddie's knee, and always with that content, happy sigh when Buck found his "spot" and settled deeper into sleep.
Everything on Eddie's face would loudly project "I am not talking about this" to anyone in the room, even as the tension would bleed out of his face, and his arms would come around to support Buck in whatever position he was in, whether it was wrapped around Eddie's side, or slumped against his chest.
Once, after nineteen calls in a row on a single night, the crew had all but staggered out of the truck and into the loft, collapsing onto whatever available surface there was. Buck had only hesitated long enough for Eddie to find a seat on the larger couch before he stumbled right over and sprawled into Eddie's lap, legs falling open on both sides of him, one tangling Eddie's waist while the other stayed folded onto itself, pressed against Eddie's thigh. Buck's arms tucking under Eddie's and wrapping around Eddie's chest, nose tucking into the spot right behind Eddie's ear with a groan before he passed out completely. Eddie hadn't been able to keep away a content, possessive smile as his arms wrapped around Buck's back securely and his head turned into him, pressing the side of his face to the top of Buck's soft curls, matted and wild after so much time under a helmet.
Inevitably things would be a bit awkward when they woke up. They'd still be on the couch while everyone else had long since retired to the bunks. Buck would startle awake with his face pressed into Eddie's shoulder, his left hand up Eddie's shirt gripping his waist and his right hand in Eddie's pants, tucked in the vee where Eddie's leg met his... well. Eddie's arms would be wrapped around him like 2 warm steel bars and the struggle to get loose would wake Eddie up as well. Then they'd both find themselves rearranging back into two separate human beings, straitening shirts, replacing belts, yawning and mumbling good morning, by unspoken agreement not discussing their sleeping arrangement as Buck wandered over to the coffeemaker and switched it on.
Eddie loved Buck's propensity to snuggle. It gave him a perfectly reasonable excuse to wrap the man in his arms after a long day, to fall asleep with him at night and wake up with him still there in the morning.
Then Christmas happened. Once again, they were on shift, and once again Athena and Buck had surprised the 118 with Christmas dinner and their families for the holiday. The group photo was taken, dessert completed, and as the party began to wind down, people found their way over to the couches, catching up and reminiscing.
Eddie was on his way up the stairs from the locker room with his own Christmas gift for Christopher when he heard chatter picking up, hushed whispers and soft exclamations of delight. He got to the top of the stairs, mildly curious what might've caught their attention, but more interested in what Chris would think of his gift. It was technically a joint gift from Buck and Eddie, since the Lego set in his hands was only part of a larger city they building, and Eddie knew for a fact that one of the other building sets was gift-wrapped and still in Buck's locker.
"Chris--" Eddie stopped short as his eyes fell on what everyone else had already noticed. Buck was in the corner seat of the couch, fast asleep. And equally dead to the world, clutched carefully in Buck's arms like the most precious thing in the world, was Christopher. Christopher's face was pressed against Buck's chest, his glasses askew from the angle. His small arms were wrapped around Buck's neck and their breath rose and fell in tandem.
"Your boys had a sugar crash, Edmundo," said Abuela's voice behind him.
"Yeah." Eddie whispered back, before he jerked, remembering himself. "They're not--Buck's not--" Abuella just shook her head at him, smiling as she gave him a small shove toward them.
"Go enjoy Christmas with your boys, mi Eddito," she whispered, nodding in the direction where Eddie's heart was wrapped around itself, fast asleep.
And Eddie.
Stopped worrying about what others would think, stopped worrying about anything at all that wasn't Buck and Christopher and getting close to them as fast as possible.
He sat down on Chris' other side, leaned in. Breathed in the mix of Chris' shampoo and Buck's aftershave. Wrapped his arms around his boys.
And dreamed.
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Maybe Christopher's been clinging onto Buck a lot more than usual since the breakup with Ana.
Or maybe, without Ana to distract Eddie, he's just been noticing Chris talking more about Buck.
Or, maybe, Chris has always talked this much about Buck and Eddie just forgot about it.
Either way, Buck comes up a lot in conversation at home. And at work, Christopher's name comes out of Buck's mouth more often than Eddie's- his own father's. And sure, there was the tsunami. Sure, there's the whole godparent thing. Sure Buck watches Chris when Eddie wants to go out- but something about it has just been curdling inside his gut for a couple of weeks now.
He trusts Buck. He knows Buck wouldn't hurt Chris, or do anything to him. That's not what's bothering him so much. But that's the problem- Eddie doesn't know what the real problem is. All he knows is that hearing his friend talk about his son so lovingly, so adoring, like Chris is his kid sends his heart hammering and his chest aching.
Buck is talking about a recent trip to a farmers market he and Chris took, and how he's excited to go with him again this weekend, and suddenly Eddie can't take it anymore. He snaps. It's not his proudest moment, but he snaps nonetheless.
"I don't remember saying you could take him out again this weekend," Eddie says, his tone serious, and Buck looks between him and the rest of the 118, laughing. He assumes its a joke, because they normally joke about this kind of stuff.
"I just assumed you'd let me if I showed up. You've been working hard, you should be able to get some rest and a break from-"
"From being a father? I only get so many days off, Buck, I don't mind taking care of my own son when I have the time."
Buck raises his hands placatingly, his face contorting into a mixture of hurt and confused. "Hey man, sorry, I'm not trying to say anything about your parenting. Just wanted to take Chris out and have a good time, but if you're not up to it, if you have plans, that's fine."
"Good. 'Cause he's not your kid, Buckley, and I'd like to have some time with my son alone for once."
The silence immediately following Eddie's words is deafening. The playful mood of the fire house is gone, the only sounds being the B shift working on cleaning one of the trucks downstairs in the garage. Bucks mouth is hanging open, his brows furrowed, and he looks positively hurt at what Eddie said. Eddie doesn't dare look at anyone else at the table, knowing the disapproving looks he'll be met with if he does. As is, he can see Ravi sitting uncomfortably in his chair, spoon halfway to his mouth, a bit of soup dribbling off of it and into his lap. Buck had been leaning against the probie's chair while telling his story.
"...right. I didn't mean for it to sound like he was. Sorry, Eddie." Buck finally says after a long moment, pushing off of Ravi's chair. He cracks his knuckles, shifting his jaw around like he tends to do when he's trying not to cry, and then brushes the back of his hand over his nose- another tell. Eddie feels guilt pool in his stomach. "I, uh- I'm not very hungry anymore, actually. That last call wiped me out. So I think I'm gonna just...go lay down until another call comes in."
"Right..." Hen murmurs, unsure of how else to respond. Eddie hears Bobby grunt next to him.
"If you're feeling tired, go ahead. We'll try to keep quiet."
"Thanks, cap."
"Buck, wait-"
The door to the call room shuts firmly behind Buck and panic begins to settle in Eddie's chest. He really fucked up just now, didn't he? What the hell was that?
He turns to look at the rest of the crew now, his eyes wide, and they all just shake their heads and turn back to their dinner. A silent "You did this to yourself."
Great.
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