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canonicallyobserving911 · 3 months

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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapters 22 & 23 are now available on AO3.

Please note: Chapter 22 was too large to be added to AO3 as one chapter, therefore it has been divided into two and they're both available on AO3.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 23 chapters completed: 893.1K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Two snippets are included below, one from Chapter 22 and one from Chapter 23. Both chapters are available on AO3.

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Here's a snippet from Buck and Eddie's marriage ceremony in Chapter 22 and it's romantically fluffy.

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Mayor: “Vuole, Signor Edmundo M. Diaz prendere quest’uomo, Signor Evan M. Buckley como suo legittimo marito?”

Antonio: “Do you Mr. Edmundo M. Diaz take this man Mr. Evan M. Buckley to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Lo faccio.” [“I do.”] Eddie admits with a huge smile.

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Mayor: “Vuole, Signor Evan M. Buckley, prendere quest’uomo Signor Edmundo M. Diaz como suo legittimo marito?”

Antonio: “Do you Mr. Evan M. Buckley take this man Mr. Edmundo M. Diaz to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Lo faccio.” [“I do.”] Buck admits while his signature Eddie smile graces his lips.

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Mayor: “Gli anelli, per favore.” Amerigo: “The rings please.”

It's their marriage ceremony but what's going to happen next?

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 23 of an emotionally angsty discussion happening between the newlyweds, Buck and Eddie.

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Buck says, “But babe… I don’t want it if we’d lose you in the process.”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows because he’s confused. “I don’t understand because I’m not going anywhere.”

“About two weeks ago we talked about how we were going to make decisions for this family together. We said some would be unilateral and some would have to be jointly discussed… do you remember that?”

The memory of that conversation slams into the front of Eddie’s mind like a tidal wave because he not only remembers it; he knows he was the one who suggested they talk about it. “Yes, I remember.”

“And about two months ago, we had two conversations… one happened the morning after we got engaged and the other one happened several days later. We uh, agreed we’re equals in this relationship and the money we have and earn is for our family.”

Eddie nods his head in agreement because they discussed those things too.

“EDDIE, ME AND CHRIS NEED YOU!” Buck whisper shouts with tears in his eyes.

Why is Buck upset and whisper shouting at Eddie when they've only been married for four days? 🤷🏽‍♀️

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - Will be posted soon.

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biboybuckley · 1 year

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no matter how hard it gets, i'll take the graveyard shift

Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz | 4.6k | Teen and Up Audiences | aka: evil doctor!buck fic

Summary: After waking up from the coma, Buck continues to have nightmares about the darkest parts of himself breaking to the surface.

Eddie’s hurt. He’s hurt and he’s broken and Buck can’t remember why- can’t remember what happened- but he knows it’s his fault. He knows he’s the reason Eddie is lying before him, bloodied and pale and his face twisted in pain instead of peaceful in his sleep.

His hand doesn’t hold Buck’s back, no matter how hard Buck squeezes it. His chest rises and falls, but his breaths are shallow. His eyelids flutter, his eyelashes brushing his cheeks, but they don’t open.

He’s okay, a voice inside Buck’s mind supplies, he’s alive, he’s stable. He’s okay.

He doesn’t look okay. And Buck doesn’t feel okay. Buck feels like he’s choking, his chest constricting around his heart, his ribs cracking under the invisible pressure and stabbing into the soft tissue they’re meant to protect, leaving him bleeding from the inside out.

Then Eddie’s eyelids flutter again, cracking open ever so slightly this time. His eyes, dazed with pain and drugs, land on Buck and the corner of his mouth lifts in a slow smile. His fingers twitch in Buck’s grasp.

“Buck,” he breathes, some of the pain leaving his face as he murmurs the name.

“Hey Eddie,” Buck chokes out, the tears stuck in his throat threatening to drown him. He knows what drowning feels like. He’s had water fill his lungs, leave no room for air or a scream to let loose. He knows what it is to not be able to breathe. He’s never felt it quite like this.

“Am I-?”

“Stable,” Buck cuts in. “You’re stable. They want to keep you at least overnight, probably through tomorrow.”

Eddie nods, once, his eyes falling closed again. Buck thinks he’s fallen back asleep and he starts to lower his own head to meet their conjoined hands, to press his lips to Eddie’s split knuckles and whisper a wordless prayer. He doesn’t quite know how to pray, if he’s being honest. He thinks to pray he would have to believe someone was listening.

The only person he wants to hear his prayers is Eddie.

“Chris,” Eddie murmurs, his voice slurring. “Y’gotta go home to Chris, Buck.”

Buck shakes his head, firmly. He’s already been through this in his own mind, every molecule of his body being pulled in two directions. One is home, taking care of the child that makes up half his heart. The other is here, beside the battered and bruised other half, holding his hand as if by doing that he could heal Eddie himself. “Carla is there. Bobby is going to go over. Everyone’s agreed to look out for him, I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving you alone.”

Eddie squeezes his head. “He needs you, Buck.” His face contorts for a moment, his brow furrowing and mouth curling into a pained grimace.

“I need you,” Buck whispers. And that- that feels like a prayer. It is a prayer, more holy than any words Buck could pull from the Bible or recite in a church.

Eddie squeezes his hand again, his grimace melting into a smile. “Hey, I’m right here. Okay? Not going anywhere. But I- I need you to be with Chris. Please, he needs a parent right now. He’s endured this too many times already.”

Buck’s breath catches in his throat at Eddie’s murmured confession, his blatant statement. It pierces Buck’s chest, expanding in the same way a flower blooms, the honey warm petals curling around his heart, protecting it from the fear trying to shred it to pieces.

“I’m not-,”

“You are,” Eddie insists, his voice the firmest it’s been since he woke up. Buck meets his gaze and it’s fierce, fully aware of what is being said. Eddie means this.

“Okay,” Buck breathes. “Okay. I’m going to take care of him Eddie, I swear. We’re going to be home, waiting for you to come back to us. Okay?”

Eddie only nods, his eyes falling shut again. Buck barely hears the whispered Thank you that falls from Eddie’s lips like a sigh.

Buck gives himself a couple more moments, studying Eddie’s sleeping face, more peaceful now than before, until he squeezes Eddie’s hand once, twice, and moves to his feet. He waits another moment to ensure the beeping of the monitors stays the same, then he turns and leaves. He feels the distance like a physical tether, connecting him to Eddie and growing tenser with each step he takes in the wrong direction.

But there’s another tendril, one connecting him to Chris even this far away, drawing him in and in further. Two lines, one heart. He wonders, briefly, if they’ll tear his heart in two. He doesn’t care.

Love doesn’t work like that. It sounds like Maddie’s voice in his mind. It’s not meant to hurt you, to tear you apart. Those lines don’t get cut, don’t get stretched too far. They are infinite. The tension is just a reminder they’re still there.

Buck lets out a slow breath as he walks down the hallway, further and further from Eddie’s room. The tension isn’t painful, Maddie’s voice is right. It’s just a gentle tug, a warm and constant reminder that Eddie’s still there.

A doctor passes Buck, bumping into his shoulder and continuing on without a word. And something- something feels off. Something twists in the pit of Buck’s stomach and bile rises in his throat and his hands start shaking and- he has to get to Eddie.

He can’t move. His feet are planted firmly to the floor, each desperate to run in the opposite direction.

Then two things happen in quick succession:

First, a text comes through on his phone. Automatically he checks it and nearly sobs in relief when he sees the photo from Bobby, of Chris fast asleep in his bed, his face sweet and innocent and peaceful.

Second, he hears a shout. It’s muffled, cut off, barely there. He almost thinks he imagined it. But the ringing in his ears promises he didn’t.

“Buck-!”

The tether snaps.

Eddie.

Buck spins on his heel and bolts down the hallway. It’s longer now- longer than when he came up it, Eddie grows further and further away as the tile expands under Buck’s feet.

He bursts into the room late- too late, too late. The monitor has flatlined, reduced to one deafening, monotonous tone.

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nurse-buckley · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 8

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Prompt: Overcrowded ER

Word Count: 1,475

Characters: Evan Buckley and Nurse Eddie Diaz

Pairing: Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley

Warnings: minor mentions of needles and blood draws.

Summary: Hospital AU with nurse Eddie Diaz where Buck ends up in his ER again! Written for day eight of @whumptober for the prompt 'Overcrowded ER.'

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr

Authors notes: written for @firemedicdiaz who had the idea of nurse Eddie looking after a sick Buck! I have some more ideas involving a hospital AU with Doctor Diaz and Nurse Buckley, so watch this space! Unbeta'd because I am sleepy and need to sleep because I start placement tomorrow and still wanted to meet the deadline!

Eddie sighed as he entered the busy doors of the ER as he saw the waiting room filled to the brim. It has only been a few hours earlier he was there on his last shift where he’d been able to triage everyone and clear the majority of the ER. Still, it came with the job and without a busy ER, he’d be out of the job. The waiting room was always chaotic, monitors blaring, ambulances and paramedics bringing in patients on top of the already large crowds of people needing to see a doctor. Truthfully, he loved the business of it all, despite how much he complained when he saw his ER filled like this.

He quickly headed to the locker room and changed into his scrubs before he grabbed a coffee from the breakroom and got a chance to talk to a few nurses from the previous shift to get the low down on what his own shift might bring. He knew it was going to be a challenging night.

As he made his way to the nurses station, one patient in particular caught his eye. Buck, a firefighter he had gotten to know well over his career at the hospital, was waiting in one of the uncomfortable chairs of the waiting room. He looked awful, his skin was pale and had a slight sheen to it. He also looked as if he were shivering, despite the big hoodie he had wrapped himself in.

Eddie set his coffee cup down and turned to one of the triage nurses who’d just set another large pile of patient files beside him. “Hey, do you know who checked in that patient over there?”

She turned to Eddie, the stress clear on her face as she gave him a stare. “I don’t know. I’ve just come on shift, there’s files everywhere. All I know is, if he has been triaged, it should be in that pile there.”

Eddie sighed, giving her a slight glare as she turned and walked away from him. He got up from his seat and began to look through the files that were piled high on the side. He couldn’t find Buck’s chart anywhere. He was just about to lose hope when something caught his eye. A file had fallen behind the desk, obviously lost and forgotten amongst the chaos. He knelt down and picked it up, finally finding the chart he’d been searching for.

He sat down with the file, hoping to get a quick look at Buck’s intake vitals and see what had brought the man in. It would still probably be a few hours before he’d be seen but he didn’t want to miss anything.

Eddie’s heart sank when he saw the time on the chart stating when Buck had actually had any vitals taken last. He’d been waiting there for hours, his vitals weren’t great to begin with and Eddie didn’t need to take them again to see Buck had deteriorated. He knew how easy it was for patients to get lost amidst the chaos of the ER and during shift changes.

Eddie didn’t waste another minute as he got up to his feet and walked over to Buck’s side, observation cart in hand. “Hey, Buck. I’m Eddie, I’ve treated you a few times when you’ve been brought in here. How’re you feeling?”

Buck managed a small smile, but Eddie could tell he was suffering. “Hey, yeah I remember you. I’m alright,” he lied. “I know how busy you’ve been tonight and I’m probably overreacting anyway.”

Eddie tutted, “let me be the judge of that. I’m just going to have a recheck of your vitals.” Eddie began by swiping a thermometer across Buck’s forehead and his concern only grew when he read the read out.

“Let’s get you out of this jumper, you’re running a fever and I need to get to your arm for your blood pressure anyway,” Eddie explained.

Eddie tried to hide his worry as he attached the oxygen probe to Buck’s finger and wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his bicep. He pressed his fingers into Buck’s wrist to get a count of his pulse and could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Buck’s temperature had spiked higher, his pulse was elevated and his blood pressure had dropped significantly since his initial intake. It was clear he was getting worse and Eddie couldn’t wait a minute longer.

He helped Buck to his feet, knowing time was of the essence with his rapid deterioration. Eddie needed to know what was going on and quickly, knowing it could be critical. As he helped Buck to his feet, he felt the man slump against him as his feet gave out.

“I need a gurney over here, now!” Eddie yelled as he gently lowered Buck to the floor.

“Stay with me Buck, you’re going to be alright,” he reassured as nurses and doctors flooded around him and helped Eddie get him on a bed and wheeled into the treatment area. They easily transferred him onto a bed and got to work on stabilizing him. Eddie cleared away one nurse who had begun to cut away Buck’s hoodie, taking over as another began to place electrodes on his chest and attach him to a monitor.

Buck’s panic increased as he heard a doctor call for someone to insert a cannula and draw blood. Eddie could see the fear in his eyes and offered to take over. “It’s just me alright, I’ve got you. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

Eddie knew from previous visits about Buck’s medical trauma, he’d been there at the truck bombing that’d broken his leg and treated him a few times since. With a gentle touch he easily inserted the needle into Buck’s arm and drew blood for analysis.

“This is going to get you feeling a little better and we’re going to get you something to reduce the fever,” Eddie explained, knowing it helped Buck to explain what they were doing. He watched as Eddie squeezed the bag, causing him to shiver slightly as he began to feel the cool liquid flow into his arm.

The room was a whirlwind of activity as needles continued to poke and prod him and doctors came and went performing various exams and asking him confusing questions. He just wanted to be left alone, but Eddie was a reassuring presence that he drew strength from, always there by his side and calm despite the urgency of the situation.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Buck’s condition began to improve. His vitals had begun to a more stable level and another swipe of the thermometer on his forehead showed his fever had begun to come down. The room began to clear now Buck was out of immediate danger, but Eddie remained.

Buck’s eyes were just drifting closed as Eddie brought a cool damp flannel and began to wipe it across Buck’s forehead, neck and chest, providing some much needed relief. The cool compress felt soothing against his overheated skin. As Eddie continued to care for his patient, he couldn’t help but feel a nagging sense of concern. He rung out the flannel once more, continuing to wash away the sweat from Buck’s skin and cool him off a little more but finally couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.

“Buck…why didn’t you say anything sooner”? He asked softly, his tone a mixture of concern and curiosity instead of accusation.

Buck cracked his eyes open a little, he expected to see anger in Eddie’s eyes but he was just met with a soft expression.

With no answer, Eddie continued, “you were in the ER for hours and were getting worse, but you still didn’t say anything to any of the nurses?”

Buck still felt weak, but he looked a lot better than he had a few hours ago. “I didn’t want to make a fuss. Everyone was so busy and there were patients that needed you more. I thought I was overreacting and I could either wait or it would pass and I could just leave.”

Eddie nodded in understanding but also felt a pang of guilt and sadness, “you should never hesitate to get help when you’re not feeling good. You’re just as deserving of care as anyone in the ER. That’s what we’re here for, your health and wellbeing are important too.”

Buck nodded, knowing he was right, he just hoped that one day he would truly believe he was deserving of help just as much as everyone else he cared for on a daily basis.

Eddie continued to care for Buck as he got a fresh bowl of water and continued to sponge him down and cool him off. He also vowed that no matter how crowded his ER got, no one would be forgotten again.

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devirnis · 11 months

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5. Hand kisses 👀👉👈

I've been Uno reverse carded

Act Like That

Relationships: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rating: T Word count: 1.7k

07/11/2023 update to include the entire text under the cut

Eddie has never considered returning to the scene of a call for a date, and yet when Buck texts him an address and time – and Eddie recognizes it when he’s Googling the parking situation as the medieval faire where they’d rescued a knight from bees – Eddie hadn’t even considered suggesting an alternative location. Buck clearly had something planned, and if Eddie has learned anything from the past few months of dating the man, it’s that there’s always a good reason behind Buck’s harebrained schemes. While Eddie doesn’t consider himself much of a renaissance faire enthusiast, a day spent with Buck is still a day spent with Buck. However, Eddie very much would have preferred driving together over showing up at a crowded event by himself and having to hunt for his boyfriend.

Pulling out his phone, Eddie checks the text from Buck again.

Buck come find me by the combat area :D :D :D

Sighing, Eddie wanders up to the gate to buy a ticket. After he’s inside the grounds, he spends a few minutes staring at the costumes and the vendors, feeling slightly overwhelmed (and underdressed, in his jeans and henley), before following signs to the combat arena. Eddie vaguely remembers the way from their call here last year, and hopes to god there isn’t another angry swarm of bees in his future.

When he arrives at the requested spot, Eddie looks around for the familiar broad shoulders and sunny smile. Buck’s height normally makes him easy to find in a crowd, but Eddie doesn’t see his boyfriend anywhere. He pulls out his phone again.

Eddie I’m here, where are you?

He waits a couple minutes, but there’s no response from Buck, not even the typing bubbles. Eddie glances around again, wondering if Buck got distracted by one of the booths – it’s been known to happen on more than one occasion at street festivals and farmers markets. Assuming Buck will eventually wander back over from whatever distraction has pulled him away, Eddie decides he might as well watch a match or two. Evidently there’s some sort of event going on today called “Fight the Knight”, where anyone interested can have a go at swinging a sword around. Eddie chuckles to himself; he can’t imagine donning a suit of armour in this heat.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The enthusiastic announcer, who’s dressed as some sort of elf, steps into the centre of the ring. “Gather ‘round to see our next match, where our brave knight, Sir Cenric, will take on his next challenger, Buck!”

Eddie’s head shoots up from where he’d been checking his phone again. His Buck?

The tent at the back of the area opens to reveal a man probably ten years older than Eddie dressed in a suit of armour – presumably Sir Cenric – who waves at the spectators. Sure enough, right on the knight’s heels, comes bounding one Evan Buckley, smiling his eager, excited smile as he waves enthusiastically at the crowd. He looks resplendent in his silver armour, shining in the sunlight like some kind of honest-to-god medieval prince. A few people around Eddie swoon a bit at the sight of Buck, and Eddie can’t even blame them. Then Buck’s eyes land on him and his bright smile softens a bit around the edges.

Jesus Christ, Eddie thinks as his heart does a little hop in his chest.

Buck makes a beeline for him, and Eddie feels a few jealous gazes swing in his direction. He only has eyes for his knight, though, as Buck stops on the other side of the wooden fence that surrounds the fighting area. He’s still grinning happily, like he’s so pleased with himself and his little plan, and a familiar fondness wells up in Eddie’s chest at seeing Buck so unabashedly giddy. Even if Eddie’s feeling mildly embarrassed about now being the centre of attention, seeing Buck clearly enjoying himself makes it all worth it.

“My good sir!” Buck says, putting on a bit of an English accent.

Or maybe not.

“What are you doing?” Eddie hisses.

“Come on, Eddie,” Buck whispers back. “It’s a ren faire, have a little fun!” Then he clears his throat and says loudly, “Could I ask you for a token of your favour, my prince? For good luck in the fight?”

Eddie feels his ears go hot at being called my prince as a few people titter around him. For a second, he has absolutely no idea what to give Buck for a knightly favour – it’s not like he frequently accessorizes with ascots, and he’s certainly not about to whip his shirt off in front of the crowd. But then he remembers what’s hanging around his neck, resting against his sternum, and smiles.

Buck’s eyes widen slightly as Eddie pulls his St. Christopher pendant over his head. When Eddie offers it to him, Buck hesitates for a second, his gaze flicking between Eddie and the pendant as if to silently ask are you sure? Eddie barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. The man is the legal guardian of his son in the event of his untimely death and yet Buck is still surprised that Eddie is offering him his necklace? Before Eddie can smack him upside the head, Buck gently takes the St. Christopher pendant from Eddie’s open palm and carefully wraps it around his wrist a couple times until it’s secure.

And then Buck takes Eddie’s hand and brings it up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to Eddie’s knuckles while he aims his besotted blue eyes directly at Eddie.

From somewhere to his left, Eddie hears someone sigh, “That’s so fucking precious I’m going to throw up.”

Eddie’s face flames.

Mercifully, Buck drops Eddie’s hand before he can completely combust, and takes a step back. “Thank you for the favour,” Buck says solemnly. “I’ll fight my best to be worthy of it.”

Eddie’s never really been one for roleplay, but he’s suddenly consumed with a burning desire to see Buck with that earnest expression in that ridiculous suit of armour hovering above Eddie in bed, promising to be pleasing in other ways…

Christ, he really needs to stop following that train of thought, or he’s going to end up with a hard-on in the middle of a family-friendly festival.

Buck heads back over to Sir Cenric, who’s been patiently waiting throughout this entire display. The elf announcer hands them each a sword, and ridiculously Eddie feels his heart rate kick up. Obviously the swords aren’t that sharp and Buck must have been given some kind of safety briefing back in the tent, but Eddie’s only human, and the prospect of Buck clashing steel with a trained professional doesn’t exactly fill him with excitement. The elf then hands both fighters a helmet each, and Eddie relaxes a little bit now that Buck probably won’t be losing an ear.

“First to five hits is the champion,” the announcer says. “Ready… begin!”

The fighters circle each other as the spectators begin to shout out encouragement. Eddie opens his mouth to cheer Buck on, like a good boyfriend, but then Buck does some sort of effortlessly sexy twirl with the sword in his hand and Eddie nearly swallows his own tongue. He’s learning so much about himself today that it’s a little alarming.

Cenric takes a swing at Buck, who handily blocks the attack.

“You’re a quick one, even in all that armour,” Cenric notes.

“Firefighter,” Buck explains, and Eddie can hear the grin in his voice.

There’s a lot of back and forth after that. Eddie tries to follow the flow of the strikes, but he’s not entirely sure what the rules are, even as the announcer calls out the hits. After a few minutes, both men are clearly tiring, their swings becoming more and more sloppy. One of Cenric’s blows glances off of Buck’s leg, and Eddie winces, already mentally resolving to check for bruising later. Eventually, Buck makes one last attack, and the announcer calls out, “Five!”

As the spectators cheer, Buck removes his helmet and turns around to find Eddie, beaming. Eddie pauses mid-clap, his mouth suddenly bone-dry. Buck is rosy-cheeked and ruddy, his hair flattened and damp from sweat, and he’s still panting slightly from the bout. As Buck wipes a forearm over his brow, Eddie has the fleeting, absurd urge to drop to his knees right then and there in front of the crowd.

The announcer grabs Buck’s hand and raises it up. “Your champion, Sir Buck!” Then they give Buck a wicked grin and shove him in Eddie’s direction. “Go kiss your prince.”

Buck stumbles towards Eddie, blushing as if he hadn’t basically turned Eddie into a puddle of goo with his earlier antics. Eddie figures he’s never going to see any of these people again anyway, so there’s no harm in being so sappy that Chris would be groaning in mortification if he were here. Taking Buck’s wrist with the pendant wrapped around it, Eddie gently pulls off his armoured glove and presses a kiss to Buck’s palm. When the crowd whoops and Buck’s face flushes red as a tomato, Eddie grins victoriously.

“Why don’t I help you out of that armour and we can let the next person have a turn?” Eddie says lowly.

Buck practically drags Eddie back to the tent as Cenric gets ready for the next bout. Once the tent flap closes behind them, Eddie expects Buck to pounce. Instead, Buck bites his lip as he searches Eddie’s gaze, looking almost bashful.

“That wasn’t too much, right?” Buck asks, all his cocky bravado from earlier gone. “You weren’t embarrassed?”

Eddie’s heart clenches. He holds out his hand and wiggles his fingers, beckoning Buck forward. When Buck comes close enough, Eddie grabs his hand and tugs him into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around Buck even if it’s a little awkward and uncomfortable while he’s still in the full suit of armour.

“Baby,” Eddie murmurs into his ear, delighting when Buck shudders and melts against him. “It was very sweet. Thank you.” He punctuates the sentiment with a kiss to Buck’s jaw. “But seriously, how much did you pay him to let you win?”

Buck reels back in mock offence. “You think I couldn’t have won that fair and square? You wound me!”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but pulls Buck back in for a kiss. When he eventually lets Buck go, Eddie feels the blood rush to his cheeks again as he asks, “So, uh. What are the chances we can take this getup home?”

Buck grins. “I’m pretty sure I can rent it.”

(also on ao3)

#911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #myfic #softprompts

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A Few Wise Words

Evan Buckley Week Day 5 - “I don’t think that’s exactly what I said.”

Sunday Morning Buckley Siblings Brunch is officially back on, now that Maddie has returned to California. Buck’s loft plays host, as it most often does. Maddie’s new place feels temporary and still unlived in.

They catch each other up on workplace gossip, since they know basically all the same people and avoid any and all discussion of their parents. It’s nice.

Eddie and Christopher are at the center of Buck’s stories and Maddie gets a calculating look in her eyes that Buck doesn’t like. This cannot lead anywhere good.

“So, you’re not dating anyone? Just spending a lot of time with Eddie and Christopher?” she asks in faux innocence.

“No, not dating anyone. Why-why do you ask like that?”

“Just wondering,” she shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “Speaking of dating, Chimney and I are back together. We realized we spent all our time together and the sparks were still there, so we made it official. Re-official, I guess.”

“That’s great, Maddie. But I kind of already figured. Chimney was way too happy yesterday. But I’m happy for you two.”

“Thanks. I just thought that when I date someone, I should actually date them. In fact, I remember someone telling me that once,” Maddie says and Buck takes a moment before he remembers he had said the same to her when she and Chimney were still dancing around each other and not acknowledging they were in a relationship.

“I don’t think that’s exactly what I said,” Buck counters.

“Close enough. We were acting like a couple so we decided to just be a couple. Maybe you and Eddie should do the same.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Maddie. Eddie and I are just friends.” Buck refutes.

“Ok, if you say so. You just talk about him and spend an awful lot of time with him for ‘just friends’.” Maddie still looks skeptical but Buck thinks her and Chim getting back together is clouding her brain.

Maddie finally lets it go and the conversation turns to other topics. They finish their brunch, Maddie leaving for a short shift at the call center before going home to her family.

Buck wanders the empty loft for a while, putting something on the TV just to have some noise in the space but he doesn’t really watch whatever's on. He feels restless for a reason he can’t name. He possibly doesn’t want to examine it too closely. He’s also trying not to think too hard about what Maddie said earlier.

He and Eddie aren’t dating, unknowingly or otherwise. He might have thought about what it would be like once or twice and honestly he pictured it as pretty similar to how they are now. He would just get to go home to a warm inviting house rather than his empty loft. He’d get to share his bed and his life with an incredible man. He suspects Eddie is a secret cuddler. The romance and sex are really the only things missing from their relationship and Buck has wondered if and how that would change them if they went there.

But they’re not dating and it doesn’t do any good to imagine otherwise.

He’s due at Eddie’s house for dinner in a few hours. He’s tempted to just go now but doesn’t want to overstay his welcome. The thoughts and fantasies he’s found himself in for the last few hours aren’t real. He’ll take what he can get and not try to steal more from Eddie.

Buck tries to shake himself out of the mood he’s fallen into since Maddie left. Meddling sisters are the worst, even if he does love her and is happy for her.

Buck shows up at the Diaz house for Sunday dinner determined to focus on how good of a friend Eddie is and put all other thoughts aside.

“Buck, you have to help me with my project for tomorrow” is Christopher’s greeting as soon as he walks in the door. “It’s almost finished but I need you to make sure it’s right.”

“Of course, buddy. We’ll take a look at it after dinner, ok?” Helping Christopher is a no brainer. The kid is smart and Buck loves spending time with him.

“Let Buck get in the door before you volunteer him for things, kid,” Eddie says as he comes in from the kitchen. He’s clearly been hard at work on dinner and makes a very appealing picture to Buck. Buck pushes that thought away before it can take hold.

“It’s cool, Eddie. You know I like helping Christopher out.”

“I know, I just don’t want him to take advantage.”

“I’m not taking advantage, Dad. Buck likes helping, he just said so.” Christopher points out reasonably. Point to the kid.

Eddie gives Christopher one last look before turning back to Buck. “Dinner’s almost ready. Did you want a beer or water?”

It’s all so damn domestic Buck needs a second to clear his head before answering. “Water’s fine for now. Do you need any help? I know you’re a five star chef now but I can still lend a hand in the kitchen.”

Eddie laughs and Buck wants to live inside that sound. “No, I’ve got it. Hang out with Christopher while I finish up.”

So that’s what Buck does. He and Christopher hang out in the living room until dinner is nearly ready, then they set the table.

Eddie comes in with dinner and it smells heavenly. They talk about work and school and all the things families talk about at the dinner table. Buck tries to ignore the ache in his chest at the thought that he has to go home at the end of the night. This isn’t his house or his family, no matter how much he wishes it was.

Buck offers to clean up after but Eddie shoos him and Christopher off to work on Christopher’s project. It doesn’t take them long to finish it and settle in for a movie before Christopher has to go to bed.

Eddie and Christopher run through their school night routine, making sure bags are packed, clothes are picked out and all homework is done. Buck watches from his place on the couch, aware that he is on the outside looking in. He wants to be the one to check Chrisopher’s backpack for any notes from the teacher or stray food left in over the weekend. But those are not his jobs. He’s not really a part of this family. He and Eddie aren’t dating.

Christopher is too old now to be tucked in and read a story, so Buck and Eddie call out good night as he makes his way down the hall to bed. He’ll read to himself for a bit before going to sleep but they leave him to it. Eddie will go check on him in an hour or so, just to make sure he’s not still up.

For now, they settle on the couch with a beer. Buck might not have wanted one earlier but he definitely does now.

He’s trying not to dwell on what Maddie said earlier. This is not dating. This is distinctly not dating. There is a very respectable gap between them and a pre-teen just down the hall. This is just beers with his buddy. Nothing more.

It hits him out of nowhere that he wants more. He’s in love with Eddie. He wants a home and a family with him.

Buck is trying his hardest not to let any of these thoughts show but of course Eddie picks up that something is going on in his head. Eddie knows him better than anyone, it’s no wonder he notices.

“So, what’s up? You’ve been unusually quiet since around the time Chris went to bed,” Eddie says as he eyes Buck curiously.

Buck spends a few too many seconds contemplating how to tell Eddie about what his sister said at brunch and how it’s stuck in his head. He decides to ease into it, blurting out that Maddie thinks he and Eddie should be dating is a bad idea. “Maddie and Chimney are back together. She told me today.”

“Are you not ok with that? You seem less than thrilled there,” Eddie notes.

“No, no, it’s great. I’m really happy for them,” Buck reassures him. “Just thinking about something else she said.”

“Care to share with the rest of us here?” Eddie asks with that quirk of his eyebrow. That might be one of Buck’s favorite Eddie expressions. He really is helpless to that face.

“It’s nothing. She was talking about how they were pretty much dating even when they weren’t dating and compared them to us. I never really thought about it but being here tonight, I couldn’t help it.”

Eddie doesn’t look as surprised as Buck thought he would. “I can see it. We do spend a lot of time together.”

“Should I not be here so often?” Buck doesn’t want to interfere or take up too much of their lives. He just really likes being here.

“You’d be here more often if Christopher and I had our way. We love you. We want you here,” Eddie says like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like it doesn’t throw Buck completely off his axis.

“I love you guys too,” Buck says as he turns to look at Eddie. He finds his favorite face much closer to his than he anticipated. His thoughts churn trying to figure out if this is really happening. Eddie loves him and wants him around. He must just mean platonically. Buck would be happy to settle for that, if that’s all he gets.

That is not all he gets.

Their eyes have been locked this whole time, their faces getting closer and closer. This is for real. Eddie must see his feelings written all over him.

“I love you, Buck,” Eddie murmurs before he presses his lips to Bucks in the sweetest kiss he’s ever known.

“I love you too. I just figured it out today. I was freaking out a little for most of it,” Buck confesses before coming in for another kiss.

“I know, I could tell you were stuck in your head about something. Not sure if I freaked you out more or less just now,” Eddie says with a grin.

“Less, I think,” Buck decides after a moment.

“Good. I think Maddie was right. We’ve been pretty much dating for a while now, just without the fun stuff. I want the fun stuff.”

“I think we have plenty of fun, but I’m always on board for more,” Buck replies. “So, we’re dating now? Officially?”

“I’m in if you are,” Eddie confirmed.

Buck is definitely in.

Maddie is never gonna let them hear the end of this. Buck thinks they’re both ok with that.

#911 fox #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buckweek2022

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Hi!! Saw your requests we open so I thought i’d send one in <3

So we know Buck loves kids right? Can we get a fic where the reader is a single mom and Buck meets her kid for the first time? Thank you!

BALL OF SUNSHINE - E.BUCKLEY

buck absolutely loved kids. so when your ex-husband throws a wrench in your plans he’s more than happy to finally meet the little boy you won’t stop talking about.

WARNINGS: single mother!reader, horrible ex-husband!oc, son!oc

evan buckley x fem!reader Il fluff? Il 2.8k Il requests open!

a/n: thank you for the request! i hope this was okay <3

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“You know that I can’t pick him up today,” You sigh into your phone’s receiver with an exasperated expression, pinching the bridge of your nose with your free hand. “You have my work schedule, you knew that I’m working ‘til seven,”

It was always like this, even before the divorce. Aaron just seemed to have an inherent talent of getting on your nerves and uprooting your schedules.

“Look,” You sigh heavily, dragging your palm down your face. “Either you pick up Matthew like we’ve arranged for the past five years, or you don’t see him at all.”

You can hear Aaron’s tone shift instantly through the phone speaker and he becomes enraged at your comment.

His eyes narrow and he snarls into the phone. “You have no right to keep him away from me. Just because you decided to leave me doesn’t mean that I’m not still his father!”

“Then be his father! Pick him up from school like you’re supposed to and look after him until my shift is over. You know how this works.” You’re pacing up and down the break area by now, thankful that you were the only one on the upper floor.

“Well I can’t just pick Matthew up from school today. Things have come up.” Aaron hisses into the phone.

“What has come up Aaron? something more important than your own child?”

“I have a date, okay?” Aaron answers angrily. “I’m meeting with some girl for coffee. Can’t I have a life too? You’re the one who decided to divorce me, remember?”

“You’re a father, Matthew is more important than a date with a girl that might not even go anywhere,” You’re becoming increasingly frustrated at his attitude, and it’s very quickly reminding you of why you divorced him in the first place.

“I know I’m a father but I’m trying to move on with my life! I can’t be expected to just drop everything every time I'm needed. I have my own life and wants too!” His tone carries a noticeable edge as he replies to you, and you can practically picture the look on his face.

“He’s a five year old Aaron. It’s not like he can get home by himself.”

“Then get a maid or babysitter or something, I don’t care! I’m sure you’ve got plenty of options. Or how about you change your goddamn shift so that you can pick him up? It can’t be that hard to switch with someone for once.”

“That’s not how my job works and you know it.” You press your lips taut into a line in attempt to keep your seething anger suppressed.

“Whatever…” Aaron snaps back, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I’m busy tonight, so you’re just going to have to figure this thing out yourself. I’m sure you’ll manage.”

“Aaron-” You don’t even have the chance to get his whole name out of your mouth before the end dial echoes out of your phone speaker, and you have half the mind to throw it at the wall out of frustration.

If you’d told your sixteen year old self that you’d be a single mother and divorcee at twenty two you’re sure you would have laughed in your own face.

Yet here you were twenty six years into your miserable life and four years rid of the parasite that is your ex-husband. The only silver lining was Matthew, and that was only because he was basically the definition on a perfect child.

“You good?” Buck’s voice pulls you out of your moment of self-beration as he rounds the stairs up to the lounge area, a concerned expression on his face.

You turn sharply at his voice, jolted out of your own mind once you realise that there are in fact other people walking around. “Yeah I’m- Fine,”

His face softens slightly and he asks with genuine concern, “You sure? Aaron getting on your nerves again?”

You sigh heavily at Buck’s question, dragging your palm down your face as you shove your phone in your pocket. “He bailed out of picking up Matthew from school and I don’t get off shift ‘til seven,”

Buck notices the change in your mannerisms and can practically feel the waves of frustration emanating from your body. You look like you just want to curl up into a ball and have a good long cry.

He can't help but feel bad at seeing this side of you. You're normally so strong and independent, yet here you are now feeling like a complete mess because of this situation. “I'm sorry...”

“It’s fine, I’ll figure something out-“

“It's not fine.” Buck replies softly. You're clearly unhappy. And he can't stand to see you like this. "We can bring him back to the station? He loves firefighters right?"

You shake your head quickly as you shut down his idea, raking a hand through your hair. “I don’t even know if Bobby would allow him to stay here-”

“Bobby wouldn't say no. He loves kids you know that, and everyone on the team’s been wanting to meet him for ages. Plus we could always just bring him along on a call or something. It's the middle of a Wednesday afternoon, it's not like we're going to be busy with anything major. Just something small or a car accident, nothing that would be dangerous...” Buck seems convinced by his own idea.

“I don’t know Buck-“ You purse your lips awkwardly at his suggestion, finding hesitance both out of anxiety of Matthew inconveniencing the team and also because it could possibly put his safety in jeopardy if you were to take him on a call with you and something happened.

“C'mon, it would only be for a little while. I’m sure Matthew would love to get to ride in the fire truck. He'd be the coolest kid in his class. Besides, he'd be safe, we'd make sure of that. It wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience either. We'd all love to meet him.” Buck dismisses your concerns with a small shake of his head, gently pushing his idea for what could be a fun day for Matthew in the wake of his father’s failure.

And as much as you wanted to deny his ideas, you didn’t really have any other option. “I’ll speak to Bobby about it,”

You climb into the back of the fire truck with a small sigh. You’d really let Buck convince you into bringing your five-year-old to work with you.

You’d been most surprised at the willingness from Bobby to allow him in the station, although you suppose Chris had opened him up to the idea with how often he was here with Eddie.

Buck smiles as he gets into the driving seat and starts the engine, apparently not just statistics with seeing him at the station, but wanting to be the first one on the team to meet him.

Bucks inherent love for kids was always quite funny to you considering the fact that he’d never actually talked about having kids if his own, but if the way he acted with Chris was any indication, you knew Matthew would be in good hands.

You pull on your headset as Buck revs the truck’s engine ready to head off to Matthew’s school, shaking your head at him even though he can’t see it. “You’re ridiculous you know that?”

“What can I say? I try my best to make everything better,” Buck chuckles from the driver’s seat. “It’s no big deal. I’m glad to do it. Plus, this way I get the little ‘ball of sunshine’ you keep raving about,”

You laugh softly into the microphone at Buck’s enthusiasm at picking Matthew up from school. “He’ll probably be just as excited to meet all of you-”

Buck smiles softly at your laughter as the truck pulls out of the station, making a mental note to bring up Matthew around you more. Just seeing you genuinely happy and laughing is enough to fill him with joy.

You arrive at Matthew’s school soon enough, with Buck pulling up the truck right at the entrance of the school, where a handful of kids are standing in a group in the afternoon sun waiting for their parents to pick them up.

Buck rolls the window down once he’s parked, watching as you pull open the side door to get out of the truck, holding your hand perpendicular to your eyebrows to block the sun from your eyes as you scan the group of kids for your son.

“Mommy!” A small boy smiles excitedly and waves enthusiastically at you as the rest of the kids on the sidewalk start pointing and whispering to each other, and he runs over to the firetruck with his arms extended in your direction.

Buck guesses that must be Matthew, and he is just as goddamn adorable as you’d described him to be. He was almost the spitting image of you, hair colour, eye colour and all, the perfect little mini-you.

“Hey baby! How was school?” You pick the boy up enthusiastically, holding him on your hip as you press kisses all over his face. Buck swears he melts at the sight.

“Good!” Matthew giggles as he wraps his arms around you. “Why are you here mommy? I thought you were working?” He says excitedly as he looks from you to the firetruck and at Buck, who is leaning against the open window of the truck with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.

“Daddy was a bit busy so he couldn’t pick you up today, so Buck had the idea to pick you up in the truck, cool right?” You point towards Buck with a small smile as you move a small section of hair from his forehead, downplaying how dismissive Aaron had been about picking Matthew up from school.

You point in Buck’s direction as you mention him, bouncing Matthew gently in your arms as you walk over to the open window, and Buck gives him a little wave that Matthew eagerly returns with a smile.

“Very cool!” Matthew cheers excitedly as he looks between you and Buck. The two of you seem excited, so he knows that he should be too. His grin gets wider as he tries to take in everything at once. "Does that mean I’ll get to ride in the fire truck?”

"Yes it does little man," Buck says with a bright smile, immediately enraptured with Matthew’s excitable attitude. He really was a ball of sunshine. “Are you ready?”

"Mhm!” Matthew replies confidently, his eyes brimming with excitement at the thought of riding in the firetruck. He smiles back at Buck and holds his hand up for a high-five before turning back to you. “Are you going to be in the fire truck too mommy?”

“Yes baby, I’m going to be riding with you too,” You give a short laugh at the mild absurdness at his question, giving Buck’s forearm a squeeze of appreciation for how child-friendly he was before carrying Matthew into the back of the truck and closing the door behind the two of us.

Matthew smiles excitedly as he is buckled in the back of the truck with you. He seems to forget all about his dad not picking him up today, his whole focus on the fire truck.

“What's that thing?” He points curiously at your headset as you place it over your head, scrunching his eyebrows together when you adjust one to put on his head too.

“It’s a headset baby, it lets us speak to Buck in the front seat as he drives, say hi!”

Matthew puts the headset on and smiles before he speaks into it. "Hi Buck!" he yells excitedly into the headset.

Buck smiles widely back at Matthew in the rear-view mirror. "Hey there little man," he yells happily into the speaker. "How're you feeling, excited?"

Matthew laughs excitedly and nods his head. "Yea! It's so cool in here!" he shouts excitedly at Buck. "Can you make the noise?" he shouts into the headset with his usual enthusiasm and excitement.

You chuckle softly at Matthew’s display of excitement coming out the mess of his hair with your fingers as he continues to speak to Buck with all the excitement of if it was Christmas morning.

Buck smiles brightly at you from the front seat. Hearing Matthew happily talking to him through the headset fills his heart with pride. Here you are, sitting in the back seat of the firetruck with your son, and he can't think of anything that makes him more happy.

He looks back into the rear-view mirror and meets Matthew's eyes with a proud grin. "I'll make the noise for you, buddy. Just hang on."

Buck reaches his hands up towards the steering wheel and begins to push buttons and flick a few switches. Matthew squeals in excitement as the siren begins to blast, laughing excitedly as the sound fills the air.

“Having fun?” You have to raise your voice slightly to be able to hear yourself even through the noise cancelling of the headphones, giving Matthew’s knee a small squeeze with a smile plastered on your face.

He responds to your question with a sharp nod and a double thumbs up, and you can’t help but laugh at the adorable mess of the sight. You could swear your heart was melting at seeing him so happy at experiencing something that you’d become so desensitised to through working everyday.

"He’s having the time of his life," Buck smiles at you in the rear-view mirror. "Look at him." Buck gestures with a nod of his head towards Matthew, who is visibly grinning from ear to ear. He's giggling with delight as the noise of the the sirens fill the air. Buck is surprised by how much fun the young boy is having, but he isn't disappointed. He's thrilled by the energy that the little boy is giving off.

“Do you want to come back to the station with mommy for a bit baby?”

Matthew nods his head vigorously. "Yes please mommy! I'd love to come to the station!" he says happily, his grin spreading even wider across his face. He's clearly having the time of his life with you, and he wants to keep the fun going as long as he possibly can.

“To the station it is then,” You laugh softly, hugging Matthew into your side to press a kiss to the top of his head.

To say you were relieved by the fact that you’d managed to work something out in terms of looking after Matthew whilst still on the clock was a massive understatement. And the fact that Matthew seemed genuinely excited about it was even more relieving.

Buck had really come through today. You’d have to make it up to him at some point.

“You're the best mommy in the world mommy,” Matthew says excitedly as he hugs you tightly, his lips curling up into the biggest grin as he wraps his arms around you.

Buck glances back into the mirror once more and laughs to himself. Your son is so full of love and joy, and he supposes that Matthew only has you to thank for that.

“Awe thank you baby,” You lean down to press another kiss the Matthew’s forehead. “I love you,”

“I love you too mommy,” Matthew replies happily as he leans his little head against you, giggling with each kiss that you give him.

Buck glances back into the mirror with another big grin. Watching you two together is just so sweet.

He really is your little ball of sunshine.

#9 1 1 #9 1 1 fanfiction #buck x reader #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley fluff #9 1 1 fluff #asks 🚒

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whoops I wrote another dispatcher!eddie but this one is all angst. blame the trailer not me (798 words)

“911, what is the location of your emergency?” Eddie asks with practiced ease. It’s only been a few weeks, but working at dispatch is starting to feel natural. It isn’t firefighting, but it’s something he can do. A way he can still help.

The caller huffs a short laugh, then coughs wetly. “Hey, Eds. Fancy meeting you here.”

Eddie’s heart rate immediately picks up speed. “Buck? What’s going on? Where are you?”

“I’m fine,” Buck says, right before erupting in a fit of coughs. “Fine-ish,” he amends.

“Buck,” Eddie says, with all the authority he can muster, “Where are you?”

He hears Buck shift, then groan. “Not sure,” he gasps. “Was on a call. Cliff face gave way, and now I’m here.”

“Okay,” Eddie says, typing frantically to patch in the 118, “We’re going to get you out of there. Tell me what you see?”

“S’dark,” Buck says. “Broke my light in the fall. Radio, too. S’why I called. Sorry.”

“No, Buck, don’t be sorry,” Eddie says. “I’ve got your back, remember?”

“An’ I got yours,” Buck says.

“Are you still attached to your line?” Eddie asks, relaying the information he has to another dispatcher who’s speaking with Bobby.

“Snapped, when the cliff… y’know.”

Eddie feels an immediate flash of anger, followed by guilt. Someone should have checked that line. Eddie should have checked it. And now–

The slurring in his voice is starting to scare Eddie. “Listen to me, Buck, the 118 are already looking for you, okay? They’re going to find you. Until then, let’s figure out what we’re working with. Did you hit your head?”

“Mm,” Buck says. “Maybe? Helmet’s still on. Fall’s a little fuzzy, though. E’rything hurts, Eds.”

“I know, Buck, I know it does. You’re doing so good. Do you know if you’re bleeding anywhere?”

“Hurts,” Buck repeats, little more than a whimper this time.

Eddie bites his lip and clenches his fist. “You have to check,” he says, a little too forceful, maybe.

Buck coughs again. Eddie really doesn’t like the way it sounds. “Bossy,” Buck mutters. There’s more rustling, followed by a sharp intake of breath.

“I’m bleeding, Eddie,” Buck says, voice suddenly clear and afraid. “It’s– shit, it’s not good.”

“You’re going to be okay,” Eddie says, for which of their sakes he doesn’t know.

“Eddie,” his name falls from Buck’s lips like a sob.

“I’m right here, Buck, I’m not going anywhere. Tell me where you’re bleeding.”

“There’s–” Buck coughs again. “There’s a branch– fuck, it probably punctured a lung. Eddie, I don’t–”

“You need to put pressure,” Eddie reminds him gently.

“I am,” Buck grunts. “Don’t know how much good it’s doing.”

“Just keep holding it,” Eddie says. “Give me one second, okay, I’m going to get an update on the 118.”

“Wait!” Buck gasps. “Don’t– please don’t…”

“It’ll just be a second, I promise. I’ll be right back.”

“Eddie,” Buck says, sounding so incredibly small, “I don’t want to die alone.”

“Evan Buckley, I have not lost a caller yet, and I am sure as hell not going to start with you,” Eddie practically shouts. “Help is on the way, and you are going to keep fighting until it gets there.”

“Wish you were here,” Buck whispers.

Me too, Eddie thinks. It isn’t what he says. “I am, Buck, I’m right here, and you’re going to be okay.”

“M’tired,” Buck says.

“No!” Eddie says, on his feet before he consciously makes the decision to stand. “You stay awake, do you hear me?”

“Eds…”

“What am I going to tell Christopher, huh? You promised you’d help with his science project.”

“M’sorry,” Buck mumbles.

Eddie wants to cry. “Don’t– don’t be sorry, Buck, just keep fighting. Come home.”

“Trying, Eds… promise.”

Behind Eddie, there’s a commotion. “They see him!” May exclaims.

Relief washes down Eddie’s spine. “You hear that? They found you, Buck. Just a few more minutes.”

Buck doesn’t answer.

Eddie checks the line, but it’s still open. “Buck,” he says again. “Buck, answer me!”

Still nothing.

“Buck,” Eddie says, hating the way his voice cracks.

Silence.

“Evan,” he whispers. “Please.”

Nothing, and then–

A cough. A gasp. “Al-always liked it,” Buck chokes out, “When y-you… call me that.”

“I’ll call you Evan every day for the rest of my life if you just hang on.”

“S’nice,” Buck sighs faintly. “Not so bad. M’sorry, Eds.”

Eddie calls his name again, over and over, but there’s no answer. “Please,” he whispers, but there’s nothing left he can do.

He should be there. He should be there, keeping the promise he made to have Buck’s back. He should be there, because if the 118 don’t get to him in time, it’ll be his fault.

Without warning, the line goes dead.

“Evan,” Eddie whispers.

No one hears him.

#911 #911 fox #911 spoilers #911fic #buddie #911 fic #Evan buckley #Eddie diaz #911 spec #Abbie writes #fic #anyway obsessed with all the brain juice this new content has given me #also sorry for the angst in my mind this has a happy ending but this is where I decided to end it lmao

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imaslutformaybank · 3 years

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Could you please consider doing a part 2 to your Evan Buckley x reader Taylor interferes imagine?

traitor pt. 2☼

part one

A/N: HI GUYS I AM SO SORRY YOU HAD TO WAIT FOR SO LONG FOR THIS. when i tell you, i had to rewrite this shit like 8 times, i mean it. it kept getting deleted or i hated it. this is definitely not as good as the first part, so, i’m sorry about that, but i tried. anyway, my birthday was recent and i got a new laptop and i love it sm. 1 MORE DAY TILL SEASON 5, I’M SHITTING AND THROWING UP AND CRYING, I’M SO EXCITED. OKAY, THANK YOU FOR READING, BYE.

one shot, blurb, or head canon?: one shot

pairing: evan buckley x reader

warnings: cursing

wc: 2541

4 months. it has been 4 long months since i left buck. it’s been weird waking up everyday without a trace of him anywhere.

he did what i told him to do that night. he packed all of his shit and left. if i’m being honest, though? i wish he didn’t. i’d be lying if i said that i don’t wake up everyday and regret what i did.

today wasn’t any different. i woke up at 10 and headed over to the bathroom to take a shower. once i was done with that, i headed over to the sink to brush my teeth. as i was doing so, my phone started ringing and the name maddie buckley lit up my screen. i furrowed my eyebrows, spit out the remainder of toothpaste that was left in my mouth, and answered the phone.

“hello?”

“hey! how are you doing?” maddie’s upbeat voice sounded out, making me smile.

“hi! i’m doing... okay. how are you?”

“i’m doing pretty good. i was just calling to see if you were interested in a girls day? god knows we deserve it,” she said, causing me to laugh. “a nice lunch, some shopping, maybe some mani-pedis? what do you say?”

i hesitated a bit, not knowing if it was a good idea to be going out with my ex boyfriend’s sister.

you know what? screw it. maddie and i were always close, way before buck and i even started dating.

“that sounds amazing,” i said.

“great! i’ll pick you up in... 30?”

“see you then!”

“bye!”

i hung up the phone and with a smile on my face, i made my way back to my bedroom to get dressed. after i was ready, i sat on my bed, scrolling through my social media as i waited for maddie to come pick me up.

at one point, maddie texted me, notifying me that she had arrived. i shot her a quick text back, letting her know i would be right out before slipping my shoes on and heading out the door.

“oh my god, do you remember that one time when buck ran into a mannequin and apologized to it?” maddie asked, laughing as we passed by one. i laughed with her for a bit, but the smile on my face slowly faded away when i realized how much i miss him.

“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have brought him up,” she said, once she noticed my facial expression.

“no, it’s okay, it would probably be good for me to talk about him,” i said. she gave me a weak smile and grabbed my hand, squeezing lightly.

“have you spoken to him at all?” she asked. i shook my head.

“no, not since that night. do you think i should?” i asked. she pursed her lips, hesitating.

“i think... that this might be a bit biased because i love the both of you and i want you to be happy, and clearly that’s when you’re together, but, yes. i do think you should talk to him.”

“what would i even say, though? like, ‘hey, sorry for denying you a place to live, punching your girlfriend and breaking up with you?’ i don’t think that would go over very well,” i said, causing maddie to huff.

“he knows he was in the wrong, and taylor is not his girlfriend,” she said. all of a sudden, her phone started ringing. she furrowed her eyebrows and let go of my hand, grabbing it and answering the call.

“hello?... no, i’m out with y/n... are you serious?... okay. okay, fine, i’ll be right there... bye,” she hung up the phone and looked over at me, sighing. “i’m so sorry to cut this short, but i have to go. chimney needs help with the food and the baby. i’ll drop you off at your place on the way.”

“no, it’s okay, you gotta go.”

“it’s really no trouble,” she said.

“it’s alright, i’ll get a ride,” i insisted.

“you sure?” she asked. i nodded my head.

“yes, go!” i said. she smiled softy and pulled me into a hug.

“let me know when you get home alright,” she said, pulling away. “we definitely need to do this again, it’s been way too long.”

i nodded in agreement. she grabbed all of her bags and began walking away, but before she did, she turned around to say one last thing.

“call buck. he misses you,” she said.

and with that, she left. i found a nearby bench to sit on as i pondered over what maddie said. i took out my phone and began scrolling through my contacts, my heart pounding in my chest when i saw buck’s name. i hesitated before clicking on his contact, my thumb now hovering over the call button.

after several minutes of staring at his contact, i finally got the courage to actually call him. i pressed the phone icon and my heart almost fell out of my ass when it started ringing.

after 1... 2... 3 rings, i decided that what i was doing was stupid and brought the phone away from my ear. just as i was about to hang up, the word calling... turned into 00:00.

“hello?” he answered. oh, shit. he actually answered. “y/n?”

“hi, buck,” i said, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“uh, hey,” he said, confusion evident in his voice. what the hell am i doing?

“i just.. never mind. this was dumb. sorry for bothering you-”

“no, you’re not bothering me at all. do you need something?”

“yes.. i was actually wondering if you could give me a ride home, but it’s totally fine if you can’t-”

“no, i can give you a ride. where are you?”

“i’m at the mall, just outside of the foodcourt,” i replied.

“okay. just give me... 20 minutes and i’ll be there,” he said. i nodded, then realized how stupid i looked, considering he can’t even see me.

“okay,” i said.

“okay,” he repeated.

“alright, i’ll see you soon, then.”

“okay, see you soon.”

“okay.”

“alright.”

“bye.”

i hung up the phone, then sat in disbelief for about 5 minutes. i actually called buck and spoke to him, and now he’s coming to pick me up.

after about 15 minutes of sitting on the bench overthinking, i saw a familiar jeep pull up. my heart skipped a beat when buck got out of the car, making his way around the front of it so he was standing in front of me.

“hi,” i said, standing up and grabbing all of my bags.

“hi,” he replied with a soft smile as he opened up the back door. after i put all of my bags in the backseat, i closed the door and i was standing face to face with buck. i scanned over his face, taking in every feature as if it was the first time i was seeing them. his beautiful eyes, his pink, plump lips, that adorable birth mark that i remember peppering with kisses.

“can i hug you?” he asked. i smiled and opened my arms. i don't think i realized how happy i was until i was enveloped in his arms and taking in the familiar scent of his cologne.

i don’t know how long we were standing like that for, but i do know that i wasn’t ready for him to pull away when he did.

“you ready to go?” he asked. i nodded and he opened up the passenger side door, closing it after i got in.

after maybe 5 minutes of sitting in awkward silence, buck opened his mouth to speak again.

“so, how have you been?” he asked.

“uh, i’ve been okay.. i guess. you?”

“okay, more or less,” he said. more awkward silence.

“it’s good to see you, y/n,” he said. i looked over at him and smiled lightly.

“it’s good to see you too, buck.”

all of a sudden, my eye began to feel very irritated. i rubbed it a bit, but when that didn’t help, i pulled down the visor to look in the mirror. when i did so, something fell into my lap.

i looked in the small mirror at my eye, searching for the cause of irritation. low and behold, there was an eyelash sitting on my waterline. i carefully retrieved it, then looked down at whatever had fallen into my lap.

it was a polaroid picture of me. i was wearing a ridiculous christmas onesie and an equally ridiculous smile.

“you kept this?” i asked, causing him to look over at me. when he noticed what i was holding, a deep blush appeared on his face.

“uh... yeah. i mean, it’s.. it’s a cute picture,” he said. now it’s my turn to blush.

“do you want me to put this back?” i asked.

“uh, yeah, could you?” he asked. i nodded and returned the small image to it’s place. i smiled at the thought that he keeps a polaroid picture of me in his jeep.

before i knew it, we were at my house. we had already been together for about 30 minutes, but i’m not ready to say goodbye to him yet.

“thank you for the ride, i really appreciate it,” i said, getting out of the jeep. i opened the back door and grabbed all of my bags before shutting it and returning to the passenger’s side.

“it’s no problem,” he said. i smiled lightly, not knowing if i was about to regret what i was going to do next.

“do you wanna come inside? i don’t know if you’ve eaten yet, but i haven’t and i was thinking about ordering a pizza,” i said. a smile spread across his face.

“yeah. yeah, that sounds great,” he said, turning his car off and getting out of it. we made our way up to the front door, then i proceeded to make a fool out of myself by dropping half of my bags as i attempted to unlock it. buck stifled a laugh as he offered to help, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

“thank you. i’m gonna go put these upstairs and i’ll be right back down,” i said. he nodded and i made my way up the stairs to my bedroom. i dropped all of my bags on my bed and took a deep breath before heading back downstairs.

“what is so funny?” buck laughed as i tried to catch my breath.

“i just remembered that one night when you were wearing those stupid socks and i told you to stop messing around on the stairs but you didn’t listen so you ended up eating shit,” i laughed, “that was the night that...”

my words began to drift off when i realized that the next part of the story included the reason that our relationship ended.

“yeah,” he said. another moment of awkward silence was activated.

“how’s she doing?” i asked.

“taylor?” he said. i nodded my head. “no clue.”

i furrowed my eyebrows, confused on why he wouldn’t know how she was doing. when he saw my puzzled expression, he opened his mouth to speak again.

“i haven’t talked to her since the night we...”

“oh,” i said, not knowing what else to say. more awkward silence.

“i-”

“i’m-”

we both paused, neither one of us wanting to speak over the other. i nodded at buck.

“you go first,” i said. he nodded.

“i just.. wanted to say i’m sorry. i don’t know what was wrong with me, but i know you didn’t deserve to be treated like that. you were an amazing girlfriend and i couldn’t have been shittier to you. i really.. i’m sorry. i’ve been thinking about.. us ever since that night, and the only conclusion i can come to is that i want to be with you,” he said, leaving me stunned. “i’m sorry i haven’t texted, or called, but i was scared that you wouldn’t want to talk to me. i don’t know if we can get back to where we were before.. everything, but if you’re willing, i would like to try.”

i stayed silent for a few seconds, trying to process his words. i have missed him everyday for 4 months, but i don’t know if getting back together with him would be a decision that would result in my happiness.

“i’m sorry if that was a lot, i j-”

“i love you,” i blurted out. “i love you, buck, but i’m scared, i guess. i don’t want to feel the way i did before.”

“i know, you won’t. i promise you won’t. you’ll be my priority. i’ll be better this time. we don’t have to jump right back into it, either. we can take it slow and build back up to where we were, i just-”

i couldn’t take it anymore. his words were muted when i placed my lips against his, finally receiving the feeling i had been craving for so long.

our lips moved in sync as his hand made it’s way to the back of my head, pulling me closer.

when he pulled away, i almost whined at the loss of contact. the sight of his blown pupils, swollen lips and red-tinted cheeks made my heart race.

“okay,” i said. a large smile appeared on his face.

“okay?” he repeated. i nodded my head yes. he huffed and wrapped his arms around me so tightly that i thought i would explode. “i love you. i missed you so much,” he said.

“i missed you too,” i laughed, struggling to get the words out because of how tight he was hugging me.

all of a sudden, my phone started ringing. buck slightly loosened his grip on me, allowing me to grab it off of the coffee table. maddie is calling me. my face dropped when i realized i never told her i got home okay. i quickly answered the call and brought it up to my ear.

“hey, maddie. sorry i never texted but i got home about 2 hours ago,” i said.

“oh, good, good. i was starting to get worried. how’d you get home?” she asked. i looked over at buck, who was playing with my free hand.

“i called him,” i said. he looked up at me when i said this.

“you did?”

“mm-hm. he drove me home and we’ve been hanging out here,” i said.

“let me talk to her,” buck said. i gave him the phone.

“hey maddie... yeah... yes... well, we just got back together, so i would hope so.” “finally!” i heard maddie exclaim.

“i know, right?” buck said, causing me to laugh. i grabbed the phone back from him.

“okay, well, we’re gonna go, but i’ll talk to you later?” i said.

“yes! you have to tell me all about it!” maddie said.

“okay, i will,” i laughed.

“y/n?” she said.

“yeah?”

“i’m happy for you,” she said, causing me to smile.

“thank you maddie.”

“talk to you soon.”

“bye.”

i hung up the phone and set it on the coffee table again, turning my attention back to buck.

“alright,” he said, clapping his hands. “how soon can i move back in?”

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whoreforbuckley · 2 years

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instant family - part nine | evan buckley

paring: oc x evan buckley

summary or part: Weeks after the collapsed building incident, Maeve finally introduces Buck to her daughter, and she finally overcomes her fears.

rating of part: PG-13

warnings: NSFW. implied sex, a heavy makeout session

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author’s note: this is the final part of this little series. i hope you enjoyed, and maybe i’ll do something like this again in the future if y’all enjoyed it.

Ever since Buck told Maeve that he loved her, they’ve been practically inseparable.

But they’re still sneaking around behind everyone’s back, except for Eddie because Eddie knows. He drove Buck to the hospital with Maeve in the ambulance and he knows how Buck feels about Maeve.

One night, Maeve’s over at Buck’s apartment. The two lay in Buck’s bed in his loft. Maeve’s tracing the star looking tattoo on Buck’s with her finger lazily. Both of them covered in a layer of sweat, naked legs intertwined with each other under the covers. Maeve feeling sore, but in a good way.

Buck’s lips are pressed against Maeve’s forehead.

Post-sex Maeve likes to think. She does. This time, it’s her thinking about introducing Buck to her daughter. Harper is eleven now, and she’s settled into the idea that Maeve is happy with someone. Yes, Harper knows that Maeve is seeing Buck, but she doesn’t know that it’s Buck Maeve is seeing. Harper seems excited to one day meet Buck.

Now may be that day.

“Buck?” Maeve asks, looking up at him.

Buck raises his eyebrows. “Hm?” he replies.

Maeve lays on her stomach against Buck’s side. “How would you like to meet Harper tonight?” she asks. “We’re going out for dinner, and I’d like you to come.”

He looks surprised and caught very off guard. “Maeve, I’d be honored to come,” he begins. “But if you feel forced to do this because I told you that I love you, I don’t have to meet Harper.”

Her face falls. “It’s not because you told me you love me, Buck,” Maeve states. “Harper seems happy that I’m dating. She seems like she’s okay with the idea I’m seeing someone that’s not her father. I want you to meet her. She wants to meet you. Please come to dinner with us?”

Buck hesitates for a second before nodding. “Okay, yes,” he says. “I’ll come to dinner. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

Maeve smiles. “Olive Garden,” she tells Buck. “Six. We’ll wait for you before going to the table.”

“Great,” Buck states. “I can’t wait to meet your daughter.”

She leans up and pecks Buck’s lips. “She can’t wait to meet you too.”

***

Maeve stands outside the Olive Garden with Harper. There are minutes until six. Maeve’s growing nervous.

“Mom, I’m hungry,” Harper whines, pulling at Maeve’s blouse. “When can we go inside?”

“We’re going to meet my friend, Buck, remember?” Maeve asks, looking down at her daughter. “He should be here soon, okay? Then we can go in and eat.”

Harper pouts beside Maeve and Maeve smiles. Harper is so her daughter with all the pouting. Maeve looks around the parking lot to see if Buck got here while she was taking to Harper.

Sure enough, a man wearing a blue button-down shirt with black jeans is walking toward Maeve and Harper. Maeve would recognize that birthmark anywhere.

Buck approaches Maeve and Harper, saying, “Hey.”

Maeve smiles and tries everything she can not to greet Buck with a kiss. Not until Harper knows it’s Buck that she’s dating. “Hi,” Maeve says back with a big smile on her face.

Meanwhile Harper is hiding behind Maeve’s hip. “Can I?” Buck asks, pointing at Harper. Maeve nods and Buck crouches down beside Maeve, now face-to-face with Harper.

“Hi, Harper. I’m Buck. I’ve heard so much about you. Your mom really likes to talk about you at work.” Buck holds out his hand for Harper to shake. Harper looks up at Maeve and Maeve gives her a little nod, almost to say ‘it’s okay’. Slowly, Harper extends her hand, putting her little hand in Buck’s big hand. The two shake hands. “You know, Harper. I’m really good friends with Christopher.”

Harper practically lights up at the mention of Christopher. “You know Christopher?” Harper asks, coming out from behind Maeve’s leg.

Buck nods. “We’re like best friends,” he tells Harper. “I have a bunch of stories from before you met Christopher that I can tell you. Christopher likes when I tell the stories. Maybe I can tell you some over dinner.”

Maeve smiles as she watches the exchange between Buck and Harper. She’s very happy that this is going well.

“Okay, well, we have a table waiting for us inside so why don’t we go in?” Maeve suggests. Harper nods and skips ahead a few steps. Maeve takes this second to greet Buck with a light kiss to his lips. “Hi.”

A smile forms on Buck’s lips and he says, “Hey. Thank you for inviting me. I’ve been looking forward to this since you asked me to come.”

“Mom!” Harper calls. “Buck! Come on! I’m hungry.”

Maeve and Buck both laugh before heading inside.

They get seated at a table. Harper elects to sit next to Buck so he can tell her the stories about Christopher.

When they’ve ordered their drinks and food, Buck asks, “Has Christopher told you he survived a tsunami a few years ago?”

Harper’s eyes widen. “He was in a tsunami?” she asks. “How did he survive? What happened?”

“He and I were at the pier when we saw the wave,” Buck explains. “The two of us got caught in it together but we were okay. I grabbed him and held onto him, putting him on a firetruck. We were sitting on top of the 136 ladder truck when some debris hit the truck. While I was helping someone else, Christopher fell into the water.” Harper gasps. “I spent all day trying to find him after that. I ended up looking for him at a temporary hospital where I ran into Eddie and everyone. I had to tell Eddie that I lost Christopher, but you know what happened as I was explaining to Eddie what happened?”

Maeve smiles as Harper, who is very invested in this story, asks, “What happened?”

Buck sips his drink and replies, “Christopher appeared. He was being carried by a woman.” Harper smiles. “He was okay except for a few cuts and bruises.”

Harper giggles. “I’m glad he was okay,” she states. “You saved him, Buck.”

“I did,” Buck laughs. “Sometimes I don’t think that I did, because I did lose him, but I did save him.”

Maeve swears, in that moment, she feels herself fall completely for Evan Buckley. Yes, she loved Buck before, but she completely falls head over heels for him in this moment. Watching him interact with her daughter. She loves it.

Curiously, Harper asks, “Would you save me if I was in a situation like that? Or Mom?”

Buck looks up and across the table at Maeve. “Yeah, I would,” Buck states, smiling at Maeve. “I’ve saved your mom on a few occasions.”

“Okay, relax, Buckley,” Maeve laughs. “I can say the same about you.”

Harper asks, “You saved Mom? Really?”

“I did,” Buck says to Harper. “We were on a call once, a few weeks ago, when I carried your mom out of a building that had collapsed. I saved her.”

Maeve takes a sip of her drink. Harper smiles and looks across the table at Maeve. “I like Buck, Mom,” she loud whispers. Buck smiles.

“Me too,” Maeve loud whispers back.

The rest of dinner goes off without any problems. As they’re leaving, Harper asks, “Mom, can Buck come over?”

“If that’s okay with Buck,” Maeve replies.

Both of them look up at Buck. He smiles. “Of course,” Buck says. “I’d love to come and spend some extra time with you and your mom.”

Harper gets excited and gets in the car. Maeve looks up at Buck. “She likes you,” Maeve tells Buck. “I don’t think I’ve seen her go from shy to talkative like that before.”

Buck grins. “I have that effect on kids,” he teases. “No, but seriously, Harper is very cute.”

“She is,” Maeve laughs. “Do you want to follow me to my house?” He nods. “See you in a few minutes.”

It’s a long few minutes, but Maeve can’t help but smile as Harper gushes about Buck in the car on the way home. “Mom, all your friends from work are so cool,” Harper states. “Buck and Eddie especially.”

Maeve just laughs and agrees, “Yeah, they are. My best friends.” And boyfriend.

She pulls into the driveway while Buck parks on the street. Maeve gets out of the car and helps Harper out. Buck gets out and walks up to the front door of the house, waiting for Harper and Maeve. Harper practically runs up to Buck and Maeve follows suit.

The three of them walk inside. Harper asks Maeve, “Can I show Buck my toys?”

“Yeah,” Maeve states. “Just remember to clean up whatever you take out of the bin. I’m going to get into something more comfortable.” Harper then practically drags Buck up the stairs. Maeve follows them up, walking into her bedroom while Harper disappears into Harper’s room.

Maeve changes from her t-shirt and jeans into a white cropped band t-shirt and black sweatpants. She ties her hair up in a ponytail.

Then she heads down to Harper’s room, standing where Buck and Harper can’t see her.

Things are quiet for a few minutes, and Maeve is about to walk away, when Harper asks, “Did you know my mom is dating someone?”

“I did,” Buck hesitantly says. “How do you feel about that?”

After a moment of silence, Harper states, “I’m happy for Mom. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her this happy. She doesn’t think I notice when she’s sad, but I do. She hasn’t been sad in a while.” Maeve smiles. “I think she really likes whoever she’s dating. Like really likes him.”

Buck asks, “You think so?”

Maeve peeks into the room and watches Harper nod. “She told me about my dad,” Harper explains. “And she was really sad when she told me about him. She said that she loved Dad a lot, and that she still loves him a lot. Do you think she loves her boyfriend?”

“I do,” Maeve speaks up from the doorway. Buck and Harper both jump, startled by Maeve’s voice. Her eyes are on Buck.

Harper looks over at Buck then looks at her mother. She must put two and two together because she asks, “Mom, are you and Buck dating?”

“Yeah, baby,” Maeve replies. “I’m dating Buck. I love Buck.”

There. She said it.

Buck’s eyes brighten when Maeve says the L word. Harper makes a face. “Ew, does that mean that you guys kiss?” she asks. Maeve laughs and nods. “That’s gross.”

“We won’t kiss in front of you, Harps,” Maeve promises. “Not until you’re older anyway.”

Harper makes a face throwing up noise. “I don’t ever want to see that,” Harper states. “Kissing is disgusting.”

Maeve smiles. “Can I steal Buck for a second?” she asks her daughter. Harper just nods and Buck gets off the floor. Harper goes back to playing with the dolls on the floor. Maeve walks down the hallway a bit and Buck follows her.

She stops and turns around, facing Buck. “You love me?” Buck asks. “And you actually said it?”

“Yeah,” Maeve breathes. “Yeah, I love you, Buck.”

Buck grins. “I love you too, Maeve,” he states. “So much.”

Maeve smiles and pulls Buck into her bedroom, kicking the door shut with her foot. Maeve pushes Buck up against the door and Buck’s eyes widen. “Maeve, your daughter is just down the hall,” Buck reminds her.

“I’m not having sex with you right now, Buck,” Maeve laughs. “I just wanted to do this.” Then she gets on her toes and presses a light kiss to Buck’s lips.

But of course, it doesn’t last long because Maeve ends up straddling Buck’s waist on her bed. Both of them mumbling that they love each other between kisses.

This is everything that Maeve has wanted since Luke died.

She loves Luke, she will always love Luke, but she knows that she can love Buck too without forgetting about Luke.

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half-bakedboy · 2 years

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read on ao3 Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Maddie Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rated: General Prompt: Ornaments

“What are you up to tonight?” Eddie asked as he and Buck walked out to their cars after their shift had ended. “Any Christmas Eve plans?”

“I’m going to Maddie’s. Chimney and Albert decided to have some ‘much-needed sibling bonding’ and Maddie decided we needed that, too.”

“But you’re coming over tomorrow to help with Christmas breakfast, right?” Eddie asked as he opened Buck’s door for him—always the gentleman.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Buck responded with an easy smile. Eddie nodded and grinned back and Buck could barely bring himself to look away, let alone drive to his sister’s instead of following Eddie back home. “I, uh, should get going,” Buck said reluctantly, hitting his palm against the steering wheel.

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie chuckled, “but have a good night, okay? I’ll just be home putting Christopher to bed and eating the cookies you guys baked yesterday.”

“Those are for Santa,” Buck chastised jokingly, earning another laugh from Eddie. Buck loved hearing him laugh—Man, he was so fucked.

“I’ll leave some for Santa,” Eddie defended, holding up his hands, “and I’ll leave some for you, too. See you in the morning.”

“Merry Christmas, Eddie,” Buck said softly.

“Merry Christmas, Buck,” Eddie responded. He walked backward toward his truck, eyes on Buck the entire journey.

It took everything in Buck to drive away.

When he got to Maddie’s house, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing away how much he wanted to be with the Diaz family. He had his own to tend to, after all. As he walked toward the house Maddie and Chimney had recently moved into, he saw the wreath that used to adorn his childhood home on her front door and it warmed something inside of him.

“Maddie?” Buck called as he walked into the house. He couldn’t remember the last time he knocked on Maddie’s door—he wasn’t a guest anywhere she was.

“Evan!” Maddie’s voice chimed from somewhere toward the back of the house. “I’m in the kitchen, be right there!”

“Got it,” Buck called back as he wandered into the living room.

There were still a few boxes left to unpack, but the most important decorations were up. The Christmas tree was placed in one corner, surrounded by a baby gate covered in a festive garland. Now that Jee-Yun had started crawling, her favorite place to wander was to where the sparkling ornaments and glittering tinsel adorned the tree.

Beside that was a table covered in white fluff to look like snow with a miniature town nestled on top of it. There were all sorts of shops and homes scattered around and even a little mirror sprayed with fake spray snow to make it look like an ice-covered pond. Buck had fond memories of saturating the windows with the foam, always covering Maddie with a burst or two even though it annoyed the hell out of her.

“Do you like it? It’s nothing as extravagant as mom used to do but—”

“It’s better—much better,” Buck said as he turned toward his sister. His eyes landed on a fire station and he laughed when he saw the scribbled 118 on the sign. “Chimney?”

“Of course,” Maddie noted with a fond smile. “It wouldn’t be ours if the 118 wasn’t included, right?”

Buck nodded and took the mug of hot chocolate Maddie held out to him. She gestured for him to sit, curling her legs up on the couch with the baby monitor on her lap.

“She sleeping?” Buck asked. Maddie nodded and turned the monitor around so Buck could see his niece. Jee-Yun’s features were relaxed and she looked so at peace in her crib. Buck’s heart ached with how much love he had for her. “She’s got a big day ahead of her,” he commented.

“The Lees have dibs on the morning before we head to Bobby and Athena’s for dinner. You’ll be there, right?” Buck nodded.

“Eddie and I are spending the afternoon with Abuela and Pepa before heading over there.” At Maddie’s knowing smirk, not entirely hidden by her mug of coffee, Buck rolled his eyes. “What?” he asked, regretting the question almost immediately.

“You’re spending the day with Eddie and his family?” Maddie questioned back, though it sounded more like the start of an interrogation.

“It’s nothing, Mads, Christopher just asked me to come,” Buck defended. That only had Maddie’s smile widening and her eyebrows pushing further up her forehead. “Don’t start…”

“I’m not, I’m not,” Maddie said quickly. “I’m happy for you,” she decided, setting her mug on the coffee table and reaching for the small wrapped gift beside it, “and this is a fantastic segway to my Christmas Eve gift!”

“We’re still doing that?” Buck complained with a scoff.

“Of course we are, Evan! It’s tradition!” He couldn’t keep a straight face when Maddie’s eyebrows pulled together in sadness.

“I’m kidding, Mads, jeez.”

It had been, as Maddie said, the tradition for them to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve as siblings. Their Christmases were often filled with fake smiles and gifts neither of them really wanted so together, they would celebrate the holiday the day before. Each of them would decorate an ornament to hang on the back of the tree where their parents never really looked. Neither of them had a lot of money as kids but they could sneak just enough for something small and so, the tradition was born.

“You first!” Maddie said with a clap. She pushed the gift-wrapped box toward Buck and grinned brightly at him. “I had such a tough time this year, you know, after everything…” Buck didn’t need more of an explanation and he squeezed her knee with his free hand gently. “You deserved something perfect, though, so I got a little help.”

Buck tilted his head in confusion but ripped at the packaging in excitement. When he opened the box and saw the ornament, a sense of childish wonder flowed through him as tears burst into his eyes. In a small frame was a picture of Buck with Jee-Yun in his arms and Christopher leaning against him for a better view of his ‘cousin’. It was a moment Buck didn’t realize anyone had captured but was so grateful they did.

“Maddie, this is—”

“Turn it over,” she requested gently.

Buck did as she asked and sniffled when he saw what adorned the back of the ornament. It was the most lopsided heart he had ever seen but he knew it was the fingerprints of the two kids he cared about most in the world so that didn’t matter.

Written underneath, in Maddie’s perfect cursive, was Buckley-Han-Diaz—the three names that made up the most important people in Buck’s life.

“This is—” Buck couldn’t finish his sentence because emotion welled up in his throat. “It’s perfect, it’s— I love it.”

“I’m so glad you do,” Maddie said, her own voice wet with unshed tears. “I think you should hang it up.” Buck nodded and stood to walk toward the tree, only to be stopped by Maddie’s hand on his arm. “Not this tree.”

“What do you mean?” Buck asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“I know this is tradition, us getting together on New Year’s Eve, but that’s when we didn’t have anyone else. We only had each other but Buck, that isn’t the case anymore,” Maddie noted.

Buck sighed and whispered again, “What do you mean?”

“You’re my family and I love you so much, little brother,” Maddie stood and held Buck’s face in her hands as she finished, “but you’ve got another family that deserves your place in their home tonight, don’t you?”

It was phrased as a question, but Buck knew it wasn’t one. As much as he wanted to spend time with his sister, it wasn’t the only place he was needed anymore. He didn’t have to hold onto his sister so tightly for love like he did when he was a child because he had the Diazes willingly giving him the love he never thought he deserved.

“My gift is going to seem really lame compared to yours,” Buck said finally, leaning down to press a kiss to his sister’s cheek. He took the small box out of his back pocket that contained an ornament covered in a collage of photos of Maddie with everyone who made her happy. Most of the pictures were of Chimney so Buck noted, “Wait for Chim to open it, if you want. I think he’ll like it, too.” Maddie nodded and patted Buck’s cheek gently before nudging him toward the door.

“Go, be with them. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Buck kissed her again before walking to the door, ready to spend the holiday with the people who made up his future.

#buddie #buckleys #buckley siblings #evan buckley #maddie buckley #eddie diaz #my writing #the118advent2021

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canonicallyobserving911 · 10 months

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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation

Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading

Chapter 4 is now available on AO3.

“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Currently 4 chapters completed: 82.3K words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

___________ Here are two snippets from chapter 4 because Eddie’s in El Paso and Buck’s in L.A. ___________

Eddie’s offered a job with the EPFD

A few minutes later, Captain Franklin walks around their ladder truck and says, “Eddie Diaz, I’m so glad you decided to take me up on my offer”.

“No, no I’m just here as a courtesy. You asked if I would come by and I’m here.” Eddie replies as he keeps shaking his head no.

His response doesn’t seem to affect Captain Franklin because he’s still smiling. “Walk with me and I’ll give you a tour of the firehouse.

Fifteen minutes later, Eddie’s standing in Captain Franklin’s office and he’s not even sure why but he feels like he should at least hear what the captain has to say.

“Have a seat.” Captain Franklin motions for him to sit in one of the chairs located in front of his desk.

“What do you think about this station? It’s brand new… it’s only been opened for a couple of months.”

“It’s nice and it reminds me of the 118 because the floorplans are practically identical.”

Captain Franklin nods then says, “I was serious yesterday when I said there’s a spot for you here. It’s yours if you want it.”

“But I haven’t even applied and it’s mine, just like that?”

“Just like that. I saw all I needed to see yesterday. You’re a hard worker and anyone who can handle a situation the way you did yesterday is more than qualified. I’ve been doing this job for almost 20 years which means I’ll be retiring soon and I want to leave this firehouse in the hands of someone capable.”

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Buck argues with Taylor

“I—I uh, apologized for cheating on you and you said we were starting over so don’t blame that bullshit on me because you forgave me remember?”

“Yeah, I remember but I decided while I was sitting in my car with no place to go that you needed to be taught a lesson.”

“A lesson… what the actual fuck, Taylor? You’re not in a position to teach anyone anything with your unethical ass. You rushed the Jonah story, you made both the 118 and the LAFD look bad and now the public doesn’t trust us.”

A merciless laugh escapes her. “Oh, spare me Buckley, please. Can someone queue the violins for this act Evan Buckley is portraying?”

He huffs because this is ridiculous. “It’s the truth but you don’t care about that do you? And since you brought up something that happened five years ago, why didn’t you mention how Bobby told you the public has to be able to trust us? But you only remember the parts you deem worthy, right? This is bullshit and you’re full of it.”

“Cry me a damn river. That’s the story of your life, isn’t it? It’s always about poor Buck the man who always thinks everyone’s out to get him. The man who thinks no one likes him or better yet the man who believes everyone leaves him.” She smiles brightly after those words leave her lips.

Buck pulls back because that hurt. He told her those things about his insecurities in confidence but now she’s throwing them in his face.

“Well… at least people like me! And I have friends but you steamroll everyone you meet. It’s no wonder you didn’t have anywhere to go when you walked out on me. Where are your friends, Taylor? Oh, that’s right you don’t have any with your mean ass. So back the hell up off me.”

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

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Read chapters 1, 2, 3 & 4 are available on AO3.

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ultrahamilham · 3 years

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I was tagged by @ashavahishta for this! Thanks ;-;

1) What colour are your eyes? Brown

2) What little thing instantly tells you that a person is good? I'm not really sure honestly. I'm suspicious of everyone I meet, and I'm very bad with body language. But usually a kind seeming smile and a greeting is good? How they talk to me going from that is also good as well. I guess?

3) Do you have a recurring dream? Not anything I can remember. I have this one thing that if I remember it I get intensely sick. It's something I have dreamed before, and never remember it after I stop being sick

4) What is the most interesting class you have taken? Hm... I really liked the advanced first aid/ medical based class that I can't remember the name of. My teacher was a part-time fire fighter and he made me genuinely interested in the things he was teaching

5) How often do you find yourself daydreaming? Literally all the time, especially when I listen to music

Name/nickname: My name is Kai. On here, some people call me hammy. Some friends call me KaiKai. That's about all of them lol

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5'2"

Languages: English, and a very very basic understanding of Canadian French

Nationality: Canadian

Favourite season: Deff autumn. I like the summer but I deff prefer autumn

Favourite color: Blue is my all time fave colour, but I also love green and purple

Favourite animals: Sharks 100% I also love cats and dogs, but sharks always win my heart

Favourite fictional character: I hyerfixate. Right now, it's Evan Buckley, Christopher Diaz, and of course Piers Nivans

Tea, coffee or hot chocolate: Coffee

Average hours of sleep: 5 - 8 is my average sleep time recently

Cat or dog person: Cat person. I do want a dog, but I grew up with cats so I will always gravitate to cats

Number of blankets slept with: 1, I run hot when I sleep

Places ancestors are from: Native Canadians, and probably Europe?

Dream trip: Oh fuck, I have no idea. Just anywhere that my wife and I can go to have fun? We wanna travel a lot

Blog established: I think back in January of last year. I've been on tumblr for freaking years, but that was on my old blog

Random fact about yourself: I am a terrible swimmer and I have a terrible fear of heights. Guess it's a good thing I'm short

Three ships: Buddie, nivanfield, and zosan

Last song: Killer in the Mirror by Set It Off

Last movie: Oh fuck I have no idea, uh... It's been a hot minute. Maybe a disney movie? Literally no memory. I don't often watch movies

Currently reading: I don't have anything I am in the middle of reading, but I am religiously reading every update of Circles by @redtooblack and I'm getting ready to re read Always, All Ways by @ashavahishta which are both amazing fics by amazing people ;-; so go read them

Currently watching: Currently re watching 911 with both Henni and Jay. On season 1 with Henni (This is our second watch through together) and on season 3 with Jay. We're gonna binge the hell out of it today

Currently consuming: Idk, water? Haven't eaten anything today. Woke up like 2 hours ago. I don't really eat breakfast unless I'm working lol

Currently craving: I really want a big mary from Mary Brown's

I'll tag @gagakumadraws @einfachniemand @ryjo-92 and @zeus-dragon-tc if you guys wanna give it a go!

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fruitydiaz-archived · 3 years

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that's what i want for him

post-eddie begins | eddie meets with his attorney to change his will | a little feelings realization | a little pining | a little buckley-diaz family moment

4,097 words

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The day that Eddie has his appointment with his attorney to alter his will, he’s sick with nerves.

He thought he had made peace with his own mortality a long time ago, when he enlisted and found himself pinned down, a world away from his family and bleeding out in the middle of a warzone — but something about the official stature of a will has always made him feel nervous.

He’s still young, and he has no plans to die anytime soon, but who really does? Shannon certainly hadn’t planned on it either. Dealing with grief is hard enough as is, especially when it’s the loss of a parent, and if Eddie can make that experience any more bearable for Chris, then that’s what he’s going to do.

Ever since Shannon died, he’s had his parents down as Christopher’s legal guardians should anything happen to him. It wasn’t a decision he ever felt comfortable with — but he didn’t have anyone else, and he didn’t really have a choice. He had to make sure that Christopher had someone in case things went wrong on a call.

But since the well came down — well, before that actually. Ever since the tsunami, ever since the lawsuit, ever since the skateboard accident — Eddie’s known that he needs to adjust his will, because in none of those situations were Eddie’s parents around to make sure Christopher was okay.

Buck was.

It wasn’t that they didn’t care. They certainly called Eddie after they heard the news about the tsunami. They asked if Christopher was okay (not him, Christopher), and made their usual comments about how Texas would be so much safer for him — they hadn’t had both an earthquake and a tsunami over the last year. They made sure they did their best to let Eddie know that he was making a mistake keeping Chris there, that he was making a mistake not relocating him after he lost his mom, that Chris was going to get seriously hurt one of these days and it would be his fault. They said all of the things he knew they would.

But they weren’t there.

The well was a close call — too close — and in that moment when the mud came down on top of him and the water started to fill his lungs — he realized he couldn’t leave Christopher with them. Not when there was someone else right there, someone who loved Christopher the way he did, someone who would do anything for him, someone who understood him.

He’s still reeling from the accident a bit, as he sits in the office, bouncing his leg up and down and trying hard to tamp down his nerves and failing, as you do after near-death experiences. He keeps having to remind himself that he’s not down there anymore, that there isn’t water all around him, that he can breathe perfectly fine, that he’s on solid ground now.

He has to remind himself that when he fell, Buck and Hen were there to grasp his hands and pull him back up. He’s okay.

“Mr. Diaz?” A voice calls to his left. He looks up to see his attorney in the doorway, standing with her hands clasped in front of her. She smiles at him politely.

She’s a tall, fairly nondescript woman, with soft, quiet features, and thick curly black hair that’s always pulled back into a bun. She always comes dressed in suits but leaves her suit jacket draped over the back of her chair, moving about her office and greeting clients in soft cashmere sweaters.

She always seems to be wearing a smile — but not in an unsettling way. When Shannon was still around, when Eddie was warming up to the idea of welcoming her back into his life, Eddie had made some comment about her having middle school teacher energy — the kind of middle school teacher that still enjoyed working with kids but also took them seriously and didn’t allow any room for bullshit — and Shannon had laughed at him for using the word energy. She said something about Buck rubbing off on him and he rolled his eyes.

It’s just that she reminds him of someone, someone from his past — but he just can’t ever place her. He’s always been bad with faces. But there’s something familiar and grounding about her, something that helped Eddie feel calm when he first met her. But today, she doesn’t calm his nerves.

He feels sick.

He hasn’t seen her since Shannon died.

He stands up and wipes his shaking hands against his jeans, following her into her office.

When Eddie imagined an attorney’s office, when he was a little younger and more naive, he imagined it being small, cramped, with overflowing filing cabinets against one wall and bookshelves filled with boxes of legal documents and binders and books filled with rules and statutes that he could never dream of understanding. He imagined it as something that would make him feel small and cramped — and that the lawyer on the other side of the desk would peer over their tiny wireframe glasses at him and scrutinize every decision he made.

But Stacy’s office is different — it’s calmer, more minimalist. Her walls are a cool white that contrasts against all of the black furniture. The boxes on her shelves are a uniform grey with white labels with little script that’s illegible to Eddie. She even has a little bonsai tree on her desk. It reminds him of a therapist’s office — one that Shannon tried to make him see earlier on in their marriage, between deployments. Sometimes he can appreciate the universe’s weird sense of humor. Today he doesn’t.

He hates having to be here, having to deal with all of the weird legal aspects of living and dying, but he’s doing this for Christopher, so he swallows his nerves.

“I understand you’re wanting to change your will?” Stacy begins, pulling Eddie’s file onto her desk and flipping it open. He nods.

“Yes, I just want to make an adjustment to the legal guardianship — for Christopher,” She nods for him to continue. “After last year, I changed it so my parents would be his legal guardians. I’d like to change it again.”

Stacy smiles softly at him again before pulling something up on her computer. She opens a drawer and retrieves some blank paperwork and sets it on her desk.

“And who will you be changing it to?”

“His name is Evan Buckley. He’s...my friend. Coworker, actually, but...he understands Chris better than they do. Or ever could, really.”

Stacy nods, writing Buck’s name down on the paper before setting the pen down, folding her hands together again, and studying Eddie.

“So, last year when we adjusted your will after your wife passed, I remember your parents being here with us,” She says, and it’s not unkind or pointed in any way, but her words still make Eddie shift in his chair, like he’s done something wrong.

“That’s right,” Eddie says, clearing his throat.

“And Mr. Buckley isn’t here with us today.”

“No,” Eddie says, picking at a loose strand in the hem of his jeans. “He’s working a shift today.”

“I see, are you sure you don’t want him to be present for this? It’s a big decision.”

Eddie blinks at her before shifting his eyes around the room.

“Does he need to be here?”

“No, not at all. We normally encourage both parties to be here, but I’m sure you’ve gotten his consent already, it’s just a formality, really,” Stacy smiles and turns back to her file, picking the pen up again, and opening her mouth to ask another question, when Eddie interrupts her.

“Do I need to have, um, written consent or something to do this? I don’t remember my parents having to sign anything.”

Stacy looks back up at Eddie. For a moment neither of them says anything. She slowly sets her pen back down.

“It’s not required, but it is recommended. This is a big decision, as I’m sure you’re aware. Trusting someone as your child’s legal guardian isn’t something to be taken lightly — especially when they’re not family.”

Eddie frowns — he’s not taking this lightly. It’s all he’s been able to think about for weeks. Every morning when he sits down with Christopher to have breakfast it’s a reminder that he almost lost this. Every time he comes home to Christopher after a long day of work there’s a sense of relief that he’s never felt before — he got to come home again. When he sees the drawings of Shannon that Christopher did that Eddie keeps locked in his nightstand — unable to throw them away, but definitely not keeping them anywhere where Chris could find them again — he remembers how close Chris came to losing another parent.

When he thinks about Chris being uprooted, ripped out of this life they built in California just to be dragged back to Texas, with parents like his who always think they know what’s best but never allow room for adjustments, with parents he knows will stifle him — it’s heartbreaking. He knows this is the right decision.

But Stacy doesn’t give him the opportunity to say all of that, and she continues to press, gently.

“You have had a conversation about this with him?” Eddie shrinks in his chair a bit.

“No, we haven’t — we haven’t talked about it. But, look, you don’t know Buck, okay? This isn’t,” He pauses, waving his hand while he tries to figure out what to say. “A couple of weeks ago, I was in an accident. It was pretty bad, and — I could’ve died. I was drowning and all I could think about was how I couldn’t leave Chris alone. And then, if I did die, how miserable he would be with my parents. I mean, you met them.”

Stacy doesn’t respond.

“Well, I was raised by them, so — I know what they’d be like, and I don’t want that for Christopher. Buck would do anything for Christopher. Already has. He’s...it’s him. I want him to be Christopher’s guardian, you know, if anything ever happens.”

Stacy nods and sits back in her chair.

“Eddie,” She starts, breaking formality. “Listen, I understand. This kind of thing happens more often than you’d think. There’s a kind of clarity that comes to people when they have a close encounter with death. I imagine it was especially clarifying for you, so soon after your wife’s death.”

She sits up again and studies Eddie carefully.

“I just want to make sure that you’re aware — if something happens and you haven’t told Mr. Buckley, he could refuse.”

Eddie shakes his head vehemently.

“No,” He says confidently. He looks at Stacy again, dead in the eye so that she knows he’s serious. “He wouldn’t do that. Believe me.”

“And if your family tries to fight it?” Eddie looks away then, and his eyes get a little distant. He smiles a small, private smile, before looking back at Stacy.

“They won’t ever fight as hard as him. Trust me.”

Stacy holds his gaze for a moment.

You learn a lot about people when you’re in her line of work — people come in all of the time and show her their hands, inadvertently pouring their hearts out, and revealing everything that’s most important to them as they sort out their estates. She’s seen plenty of people make weird, terrible, stupid, and callous decisions in the event of their death. She’s seen plenty of people come in after a close call and make hasty, half-baked decisions that she doesn’t have the power to counsel them against.

But, with her admittedly limited understanding of who Eddie Diaz is as a person, he’s not the kind of person who makes hasty, half-baked decisions, especially not when it comes to what he loves most — Christopher. They’ve only seen each other a few times: when Eddie first moved to LA and was altering his will, and when Shannon died. She’s seen him worn, tired, dragged down by grief. From what she sees, he’s a man who’s burdened by the need to do what's right for everyone else around him.

When he came in with his parents the year before, he had seemed small, and it had struck her. She remembered him from their first meeting as an army man with strong shoulders and a jaw set with stubborn determination — but then he just seemed like a child.

The man in front of her now is somewhere in between, softened by the home he’s clearly made for him and his son here. He’s still worn, a little shaken after his incident, still clearly grieving the loss of his wife, but the look in his eyes is strong and sure.

And as much as she would prefer that Mr. Buckley, or Buck, as Eddie keeps calling him, were here, she can clearly tell the difference in how Eddie feels about him versus his parents by the way he talks. He didn’t say much when his parents were in her office, just nodded along to what they said and made quiet, reserved comments to affirm their decisions. At the time, she wasn’t sure if it was the grief or their presence that was making him small — but she gets it now. Buck clearly understands Eddie in a way that few people have before.

She just hopes that Eddie talks to him about it soon — because the man does seem to be a kind of magnet for life-threatening situations, and she would really prefer not to have to break the news to a surprised, grief-stricken Evan Buckley herself. That’s her least favorite part of the job.

But she doesn’t press any further — Eddie’s made his case and Stacy’s certain she won’t be able to convince him to hold off any longer to at least talk to Buck, and they finish sorting out the paperwork.

Stacy sends Eddie off with the promise to get in touch with him when the changes to his will are finalized, and a gentle suggestion to talk with Buck soon.

He’s out the door feeling a dozen pounds lighter.

Eddie considers telling Buck after that, he really does. He understands that it’s probably something he should hear about sooner rather than later. But something holds him back, something makes him want to keep those cards close to his chest, and he’s not sure why.

He doesn’t tell anyone, not for a while. He really should tell his parents — and he will, eventually — but he’s not really looking forward to that particular conversation. He can already hear their arguments in his head, how Buck is in just as dangerous a profession as he is, how Buck is a stranger — not family, how he’s barely known this man for two years when they’ve known him his whole life — that one will make him laugh, he’s sure.

The first person he tells ends up being Carla.

It’s a few weeks later and he’s chatting with her on the phone, chopping up vegetables in the kitchen, helping prep dinner while Chris and Buck are playing games in the living room.

He’s been thinking about broaching the topic all night, now that he’s gotten a chance to be alone with Buck, but he feels a little anxious at the idea — even though he knows Buck won’t refuse. It just feels like a big thing that they probably won’t ever have to deal with — it’s not like he plans on dying.

But the idea is fresh in his mind, so it shouldn’t be that surprising when Carla asks him what’s new and he responds, “I changed my will.”

She doesn’t say anything for a second, and Eddie glances down at his phone to make sure the call didn’t get disconnected on accident.

“Oh?” Carla asks, clearly surprised. “What made you change it?”

“The well,” Eddie says, sliding some chopped carrots off the cutting board and into a bowl. He hears Carla hum in acknowledgment, then smiles as he hears Buck shout from the living room. Chris beat him, again. He’s alive, he’s okay.

“What exactly did you change?”

“Christopher’s legal guardianship...you know, if anything like that happens again and, uh, I don’t make it,” He tries to say this casually, but his throat starts to close up again at the end. He coughs.

“Who’d you change it to?” Carla asks, her voice soft. Eddie pauses, then steps away from the counter, peeking around the corner to check on Buck and Chris. The volume of their game is loud — too loud, really — but they’re engrossed in it, and Eddie’s comfortable with the thought that they can’t overhear his conversation. He walks back to his phone.

“Buck,” He admits quietly.

“Did you talk to him about this?” Carla asks, eventually, and it strikes Eddie how well she knows him. She doesn’t even sound surprised that he made Buck Christopher’s legal guardian.

When he doesn’t respond, he hears Carla sigh.

“Eddie, this is the kind of thing you should talk to him about. If something happens and he suddenly finds out from your lawyer—“

“He’s not gonna refuse,” Eddie says confidently.

“No, and I didn’t say that he would. It would just be fair to him to tell him before, God forbid, something happens to you and he has to hear it from a stranger instead of his best friend.”

“I’m not planning on dying any time soon, Carla,” Eddie says, and he wants to feel confident as he says it, wants it to come off light-hearted and joking, but he’s still terrified and his voice betrays him.

“I know you’re not, honey,” Carla says sympathetically. “But we both know that anything can happen to any one of us, any day. I know I don’t need to remind you of that.”

Eddie nods, even though Carla can’t see him, and continues chopping vegetables.

“It’s just,” Eddie pauses, working out his words. “I don’t — should I tell Christopher? Maybe he should know first.”

“How did you do it when you changed it with your parents last year?” Eddie shrugs.

“Wasn’t really my decision. They were here, they decided it should be them, they told Christopher, we went to my attorney and made it happen. This time...this time it was my choice. And I don’t really know what to do here.”

He lets out a shaky laugh and finds himself, surprisingly, wishing Shannon was here.

It’s one of those things that happens after you lose someone you love — you forget all of the bad parts of your relationship and start to miss the good. He wishes she was here right now, chopping vegetables, teasing him for being useless in the kitchen. He wishes he wasn’t having this conversation right now. He wishes he didn’t feel so old, so marked by death.

He hears Christopher’s victory shout from the living room again, and his heart races to latch onto it. As long as he has his kid, everything’s okay. He wouldn’t take anything back — not for this. Christopher’s happy now.

Then he hears Buck laughing good-naturedly, hears him lowering the volume, and then listens as Chris tries to wheedle another round out of him.

“Come on, buddy, it’s time for me to start dinner. I gotta make sure your dad doesn’t burn any of our dinner in there, or accidentally chop a finger off cutting vegetables. Let’s go get you washed up and then we can help him out, okay?”

Eddie doesn’t hear Christopher’s response, he imagines it was something like a groan and a not-so-subtle eye roll, but he registers the sound of the TV cutting off and Buck’s weight lifting up off the couch. A couple of seconds later and there’s the sound of running water in the bathroom down the hall, and Christopher giggling over the noise.

Everything’s okay.

“Look, Carla, I’m sorry to cut this short but — Buck’s here and he’s about to come help me out in the kitchen, so, I gotta—“

“Just breathe, Eddie. You’ll figure it out, okay? Just make sure you tell him soon.” Eddie hums, noncommittal, and he’s pretty sure he can hear the way Carla shakes her head fondly. “And give that boy a kiss for me, will you?”

“Christopher or Buck?” Eddie jokes before he can stop himself. He freezes, knife hovering mid chop. He hears the water in the bathroom shut off and starts to panic, for some reason he can’t explain. That’s a normal joke to make about your friend, right? Carla would totally kiss him if she was here.

“Whichever one you want,” Carla says after a while, quiet and knowing.

“Hey, is that Carla?” Buck asks as he enters the kitchen.

“Great, thanks Carla, bye,” Eddie rushes, flustered and scrambling to end the call. He turns back around to face Buck, who’s looking at him quizzically.

“I was just gonna say hi?” He says, tilting his head to the side. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Great,” Eddie says, unconvincingly. Buck raises an eyebrow. “Um, fine, just — not sure...how many...potatoes you need me to chop?”

Buck doesn’t take his eyes off Eddie. He studies him, eyes flicking over his face, mentally running through his memory to see if Eddie’s been off lately. And, well, he has — he almost died a couple of weeks ago.

Eddie’s caginess isn’t hard to read — but Buck’s gotten pretty good at knowing when’s the right time to push and when’s the right time to sit back and wait, let Eddie come to him. As much as he doesn’t like it, this is a sit back and wait kind of situation.

He regards Eddie one last time before stepping up to the counter next to him, his hand hovering behind Eddie’s back. Eddie really wants to know why that makes him nervous all of a sudden. They’re close to each other all the time, practically touching each other constantly, but right now proximity to Buck is making it hard to breathe. Buck’s only got a couple of inches on him but it feels like he’s towering over him. It’s making him a little dizzy.

“I’m pretty sure this is enough,” Buck says, sliding away from Eddie and pulling a tray out of the cabinet by the stove, blissfully unaware of the way Eddie’s heart is racing in his chest. “I told Christopher he could help so I figured he could season the vegetables? I’ll measure the spices out for him so we don’t end up eating pure salt like we did last time.”

He sends Eddie a wink as he says that and then turns around, pulling spices out of Eddie’s cabinets and grabbing these tiny bowls that Eddie didn’t even know he had. He’s stunned, watching Buck move around the kitchen with ease, like this isn’t the hundredth time Buck has been over to cook them dinner.

It feels a little like he stepped into some alternate reality, like everything is exactly as it should be but something’s just slightly off. Something’s shifted, but he’s not sure what.

When Christopher comes in moments later, Buck gets him set up at the table easily, letting him sit himself and setting his crutches to the side, placing the tray down in front of him with all of the spices in reach, and pointing out what each of them are and explaining how they flavor the food.

He drizzles the oil over the vegetables and then lets Chris go for it, dumping the bowls over the tray and then getting in there with him, using their hands to coat them all evenly. And that, of course, is Christopher’s favorite part. While Eddie’s still processing, the kitchen’s filled with the sounds of Christopher laughing and Buck laughing along with him, encouraging the way he tosses each vegetable around to cover it in spices.

Eddie stands at the counter, still stunned, but warm all over. This is the kind of thing that keeps him going, the kind of thing that keeps him fighting when things get hard. It’s the kind of thing that Eddie will tuck inside his heart as a precious memory that will come back to him in the future whenever things inevitably get dark again.

He doesn’t want to tell Buck about the guardianship yet. He’ll tell Christopher first, and then his parents, and then, whenever the moment’s right, then he’ll tell Buck.

He’s not in any kind of rush. Things are perfect right now, and he just wants to enjoy that for a little bit longer.

#al talks #buddie #911 fox #okay maybe i’ll slow down now that i got this out of my head fjskfj #my fic

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prompt: i would literally commit a crime for a buddie sick fic in these trying times,,, i don’t even care what the specifics are just,, hngg buddie sickfic ❤️👄❤️ (big mood, anon)

(I got another anon that asked for Buck taking care of sick Eddie as well. I just lost the dang ask before I could post the fic.)

Ever since Maddie’s kidnapping, Buck cannot, for the life of him, sleep well. His subconscious is gripped in a muted fear, keeping him trapped in interrupted, light slumbers. Maddie and everyone at the 118 pester him regularly about it, giving him various options to help with sleep, but he’s afraid of the foggy mind that comes with over-the-counter medication, so he convinces himself he can run on low fumes, boosting with caffeine as needed because a tired mind is still a clear mind, albeit a little slower.

When his phone rings at 2:07 a.m., Buck jerks awake, mind previously edging the line of a dream, and he fumbles blindly for his phone, squinting at the light to see “Eddie Diaz” flashing across his screen.

His stomach bottoms out, and he presses answer and swings his legs over the bed, feeling cold with fear. “Eddie? What’s wrong?” He can hear crying on the other end, and he balances the phone between his ear and shoulder as he kicks around in the dark for his abandons shorts. “Eddie!”

“Hey, sorry. One sec.”

Eddie sounds panicked, Buck thinks, taking the steps down to the first floor two at a time. He can hear Eddie trying to reassure Christopher that everything’s going to be okay in the background, and he pauses, briefly gripped in a paralyzing fear, briefly brought back to the tsunami, to losing Christopher.

“Look, I’m sorry for calling so late. Chris has been sick since the end of my shift, and I just can’t get his fever down. With his CP... I’m taking him to the ER.”

Buck’s half out the door, shoes barely on his feet, when he realizes he’s still shirtless. He snags an LAFD zip-up off the back of a chair and stumbles back to the door, arms sliding into the jacket. “What hospital?”

“I... I didn’t even ask. You’ll come?”

“Of course I’ll come,” Buck spits out, already out the door and taking the steps out of his apartment building two at a time. “What hospital?” He repeats as he runs out of the building and all but rips his jeep door open. He nods absently when Eddie rattles off the details, mentally mapping out the quickest route.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Be careful.”

Buck rolls his eyes because of course Eddie is going to still worry for his well-being, and he ends the call and peels out of his parking spot.

***

“Hi,” Buck starts, breathless, heart trying to catch up to the rest of him, “my name is Evan Buckley, and I’m looking for a young kid. Christopher-”

“Buck.”

Buck whips around from the receptionist desk to see Eddie slipping out a set of large double doors, and for a moment, he doesn’t move, he only assesses. Eddie’s pale, which, Buck thinks, is to be expected if he’s been up in a near-constant state of worry after a 16-hour shift. His cheeks are red, and Buck’s quick to peg it on exertion, on Eddie racing into the hospital with Christopher, his own heart also working to match the rest of him. And, he’s shaking, and Buck knows cold nerves all too well, still feeling chilled himself.

His eyes fall to Eddie’s, and then he crosses the room to him quickly and gathers him in his arms tightly. Eddie slumps against his chest, and Buck tightens his arms around him.

“How’s Chris?”

Eddie lingers for a moment, clinging to Buck, before he pulls away with a low sigh. “He’s okay. Just a persistent virus.”

Buck nods, a frown playing at his lips. Without Eddie’s body flush against him, he feels colder than normal, and on instinct, he smooths the back of his hand to Eddie’s forehead, lingering there before moving to cup Eddie’s neck.

“You sure he’s the only one with a virus? You’re really warm.”

“I...” Eddie sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’ve been feeling a little off, but Chris...”

“Right, where is he?”

Eddie leads Buck to Christopher’s room, and as soon as he steps in, Christopher’s face lights up in such a way that Buck’s steps falter.

“Buck!”

Though sounding a little weak, the contagious energy is still centerfold, and Buck leans toward it, finding his footing and matching Christopher’s smile with his own.

“Hey, buddy! Heard you aren’t feeling so hot.” Buck eases himself onto the edge of the hospital bed, staring at Christopher’s vitals for an extended moment before turning toward him, assessing the same way he assessed Eddie.

“Yeah, I feel bad.”

A sympathetic frown pulling at his lips, Buck spares a glance to see Eddie flopping down onto a chair pulled to Christopher’s bedside. “I bet you do, but you’re going to feel better in no time. You’ve got the Diaz genes.”

“And daddy will feel better too?”

Buck finds Eddie’s eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, stopping when Eddie shoots him a very clear look that all but screams “don’t.”

“I’m sure your dad will feel a lot better when you’re better.”

“That’s good,” Christopher mumbles, and Buck nods, patting Christopher’s leg.

***

Buck’s carefully quiet as Eddie putters around his house, watching as Eddie measures out Christopher’s medicine, as he hovers over Christopher until he falls asleep, and he only intervenes when he’s sure Eddie can breathe deeply without the fear that Christopher is going to take a turn for the worse.

“He’s finally asleep,” Eddie mutters, coughing into his fist. “All dosed up, fever’s finally down. I’ll contact his school in a few hours before my shift; see if Carla can take him for a the full day.”

“You aren’t going in.”

Eddie stops around a yawn. “What?”

“I texted Bobby. He’s pulling coverage for the next few days so you can rest.” Buck can pinpoint every emotion that flicks across Eddie’s face: confusion, frustration, exhaustion. He’s seen them all, sometimes daily.

“Buck-”

“Eddie, you have a fever. You’re exhausted, and you are only going to get worse if you go on three hours of sleep.”

“Since when did you become the responsible one?” Eddie sighs lowly, and Buck laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“It’s my week to be responsible. You had it last week.”

Eddie hums around a small smile and rubs at the ache on his forehead. “I really appreciate you coming, Buck. I don’t think... I just... It was really nice to have you there.”

Buck gets to his feet, and, for the second time that night, crosses the room and pulls Eddie right to his chest, hoping that he can ease some of the worrying pressure, even if just for a moment.

Eddie snuggles into him, frowning as he thumbs Buck’s bare chest, exposed where his zipper’s slipped down a little.

“Where’s your shirt?”

“Ah, I kinda forgot one when I rushed out.” Buck smiles sheepishly when Eddie pulls back, and he cups a hand to Eddie’s cheek, too warm for his liking.

“Okay, Diaz, it’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?”

Buck snags Eddie’s hand and guides him to the bedroom, ignoring Eddie’s questions the whole way. He makes easy work of tugging Eddie’s jacket and jeans off, and he urges him into the bed in nothing but a short sleeve under shirt and boxers.

“Buck-”

Buck disappears into the bathroom, still promptly ignoring Eddie, and he comes back with a glass of water, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a thermometer.

“Buck, I’m fine.”

“Mmhmm, sure. Open.” Buck waves the thermometer in front of Eddie’s face until Eddie sighs and opens his mouth wide enough for Buck to slip the thermometer under his tongue. While waiting, he presses two fingers to Eddie’s neck, counting the flutter of heartbeats beneath his finger prints until the thermometer beeps.

“101.7,” Buck reads aloud, frowning. “Heartbeat’s a little fast. Any other symptoms?”

Eddie gives him a knowing look, but Buck doesn’t back down, matching Eddie’s narrow gaze until Eddie caves.

“My head and throat hurt. I’m freezing, and I’m tired.”

Nodding, Buck tugs at the blankets until they are covering Eddie up to his chest. He shakes a couple of pills into his hand, offering them to Eddie with the water.

“Seems like you definitely got Christopher’s virus.”

“Perks of parenting,” Eddie mutters around a wince, the pills grating against his throat. He hands off the cup, sighing contentedly when Buck smooths a cool palm to his forehead.

“You should save yourself. This thing apparently moves fast.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie grabs Buck’s wrist and pulls his hand away, a tight frown on his lips.

“Buck, you have a shift in a few hours. You need-”

“Bobby took me off the schedule, too. At least for today. I’ve been instructed to call him later to update him on how you and Christopher are.”

“And you agreed?”

“Someone has to make sure you and Chris are okay,” Buck says as if it’s the most obvious thing and the world and equally the easiest decision he’s ever made, and Eddie shakes his head.

“No, Buck, you really don’t have to... What are you doing?”

Buck’s just kicked his shorts off across the room, and he’s setting an alarm on his phone as he crawls into the empty side of the bed.

“Okay, I’ve got an alarm set for 6 to check Christopher’s temperature, and I’ll wake you at 7 to check you over.”

“Buck-”

Ignoring Eddie, Buck drops his phone on the night stand and cuts out the light, snuggling into the bed with a low sigh.

“Evan.”

“Shh,” Buck shushes, patting blindly until his palm cups over Eddie’s mouth. “I’m sleeping.”

“You’ll get sick.” Eddie mumbles, slapping Buck’s hand away.

“Okay? I don’t know if you remember, but I got a clean bill of health from the hospital, so bring it.”

“You’re so dumb,” Eddie sighs, and Buck laughs, blindly reaching around to pat Eddie’s too-warm cheek.

“Sleep, loser.”

#9-1-1 #9 1 1 #9 1 1 fox #9-1-1 fox #Buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #sickfic #fanfic #prompt #my writing #my 911 writing #christopher diaz

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