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redamancy | steve harrington

Summary: redamancy (n.) - the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in full // or, four times you kissed Steve Harrington, and one time he finally kissed you back.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings/tags: friends to lovers, 5+1 fic format, no use of y/n, FLUFF, PINING PINING, injured s4 steve, hospital setting, general vecna angst (eddie's alive bc i will never kill eddie in my fics), bed sharing, happy ending, and kissing. if that wasn't clear. :)

A/N: fun fact: this is the first time i've written a 5+1 fic! technically it's 4+1 but whatevs. if you enjoy this fic, please give it a reblog and support your local steve harrington tumblrina.

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i. the promise

"Would you ever get married?"

You open your eyes. The setting sun nearly blinds you through the windshield. Immediately, you stick out a hand to block it.

You're still reclined all the way back in the passenger seat, because Steve's fancy schmancy BMW can do that. He frequently lectures you about doing it while he's driving. Have I taught you nothing? Road safety!

"I mean, I guess so," you say. "If someone ever wants to put a ring on me."

You sit up and pull down the sun visor. Steve turns. His hair lightens in the summer, shades of reddish blond peeking through. He insists his hair has never been anything but brown, fiercely pledging his allegiance to brunettes. You coo at his highlights all the same.

"I want to," he says after a minute. "I wanna get married."

You're parked down the block from your house. You should've gotten out ten minutes ago, but there's never any rush when you're with Steve.

"The line to wed you will be out the door, champ," you say around a grin.

"Hm. I dunno." He stretches in his seat. "Maybe if I was the same guy I was a few years ago."

You wrinkle your nose. "I doubt that."

"But what can I really offer?" he continues. "I'm just some guy who can't get into college."

"That doesn't mean no one will marry you. Some people who go to college are dumber than dirt. They get married. College has nothing to do with it. You can go, if you really want to. One rejection doesn't say anything about you, Steve."

"I guess."

You pull the lever on the side. The seat shoots up with a brrrap! It clicks as you straighten.

"Where did all this come from, anyway?" you ask.

Steve shrugs. "Just thinking."

"Dangerous."

He smiles. "I like to live on the edge."

"Contemplating marriage like the world's biggest sap. Definitely edgy."

Steve hums. His hands are in his lap. He picks at a cuticle, a habit he’s recently developed. You wonder why he’s so anxious.

"Two people from our graduating class got married last week."

Your eyes widen. "You're kidding."

"Nope. Lisa Schell and Gary Brewer."

"Wait, didn't she cheat on him?"

"Yeah, but he slept with her sister, so I guess they called it even."

You shake your head. "That's insane. They're literally babies, Steve. That's like Dustin getting married."

Steve scowls. "He's not allowed to get married before me."

"Not even to his possibly fictional Suzie?"

"Not even to her."

You stare at the freckles on Steve's face and how his frizz kind of looks like a halo in the light. You imagine the feel of his hair in your hands, the warmth of his scalp.

"I'd marry you," you say.

Steve's eyebrows shoot up.

"What?"

"Like, if you were in a pinch."

He looks at you sideways. You flatten, then scrunch your hands over your knees. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth.

"I'm talking about spending the rest of my life with someone, you know. Not borrowing fifty bucks."

"Fifty bucks is a lot of money for some of us, Harrington."

"That’s probably how much Lisa's wedding dress cost."

"I hope she kept the receipt."

Silence descends. A soft breeze blows through your cracked window. You want to search Steve's glove box for gum, but you've just told him you'd marry him, so you can't do anything except think about the fact that those words came out of your mouth.

"Are you…" Steve begins, then pauses. "Why did you say that?"

"Because you're worried, for some incomprehensible reason, that no one will marry you."

"I scoop ice cream for a living."

You level him with a look.

"Steve. We're kids. Cut yourself some slack."

His eyes turn hollow. They've been doing that lately. You wish you knew why.

"I don't really feel like a kid these days," he says.

Something about the way Steve sounds makes you want to climb over the console and curl into him, cradle his head to your neck. Which is crazy. You guys don't do that. Steve isn't yours to do that with.

"Let's make a pact," you say softly.

He meets your eye. "A pact?"

"Mmhm. Let's say if both of us aren't married by… thirty, then we'll get married."

"Well, I don't want a pity marriage."

You roll your eyes. "It's not a pity marriage, Steve."

"Thirty is so late! You really think I won't be married by then?" he asks.

"No, I don't think that. I already said folks will be lined up to marry you," you say.

"I can't wait till I'm thirty."

"Or you'll turn into an old maid?"

"Meh meh meh," he mocks without any heat.

You purse your lips so you don't smile. "Fine. We'll split the difference. Twenty-four?"

Steve considers that. Really considers it. It suddenly occurs to you what you're promising and who you're promising it to. You wonder if you'll both forget about it. Or brush it off. Oh, what did we know? We were kids!

Except Steve doesn't feel like a kid. And maybe you don't either, as much as you wish you do.

"Do you mean it?" he asks.

"Of course I do."

"No, seriously." He's serious. "I mean it, so if you don't…"

"Steve, I said I mean it. I do."

"You'll marry me?"

"I will."

"Swear on it."

You hold out your right pinkie out, waiting. Steve hooks his finger over yours. Impulsively, you kiss your linked pinkies. To show that you really, truly mean it.

You try to picture it. What walking down the aisle to meet Steve at the altar would feel like. You wonder if he'd keep his hair long, like it is now. You like it long. Would he keep it long for you?

"Will you buy me a ring?" you ask. "If we get married, I mean."

"Of course I'd buy you a ring," Steve says. "I'd get you anything you wanted."

"Okay." Your heart hammers in your chest. "I'm gonna go home."

"Alright. Want me to pull up to the door?"

"No, it's fine. Walking is good for digestion. Those milkshakes were no joke."

Steve smiles. He has such a lovely smile. His Cupid's bow is shaped exactly like a heart.

"Same time tomorrow? It's movie night."

Right. Your movie night. A semi-regular occasion that includes you, Steve, Robin, and the kids, sometimes. You've watched at least a dozen movies this summer together. Only this time, you're watching a movie after promising to marry Steve.

"Sounds good," you say. "Will you pick me up?"

"Always."

Another promise. You hadn't realized how many Steve makes to you.

"'Kay. See you."

You get out. Steve waves as he pulls away from the curb.

Your ring finger feels bare. You rub it, hoping the feeling will go away.

ii. the wound

The plastic chair has turned your legs numb. Your butt is about to follow.

Can butts go numb? You're not sure. You'll find out soon, though.

You rub your eyes. God, you need sleep.

Across the room, you catch Joyce Byers' gaze. She smiles at you, though it's brittle. You try to smile back, feeling distinctly like you might break if you stretch your mouth too far.

She looks away, and your not-smile falls.

"They'll let us in soon," she says, like she knows. She does know. Better than you, certainly.

The hospital smells cold. It smells like a place people go to die.

Your heartbeat ratchets. You shouldn't think like that.

"You don't understand," comes Dustin's voice. He's at the receptionist's desk, flanked by Mike and Lucas. Dustin's face is red and blotchy, near tears.

"I need to see him. You won't let me see Eddie, so—"

The receptionist rears back, like she can't believe three children are daring to speak to her.

"Neither patient is cleared for visitors," she says icily. "Now, for the last time: have a seat."

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Joyce begin to stand, ready to herd the kids away. You beat her to it. Out of everyone in this room, you're probably the only person who has the strength to stand.

"Guys, c'mon. It won't be long."

They don't look at you. You don't take it personally. An hour earlier, you'd cornered Dustin and forced him to tell you what happened. What's been happening.

So he did. And now you're here.

You don't blame them for glaring at the prickly receptionist. But you know that won't do anything. It won't heal Steve quicker. And it won't make anybody feel better.

"Hey, Dustin." You lay a hand on his shoulder. He looks at you like you're not Steve. You wish it was you in surgery instead.

"Come sit," you say.

"I need to see him," he tells you.

"I know." Your throat tightens, threatening to trap your words altogether. You rush to get the rest out. "I do too. But this isn't going to make that happen faster. Come sit with me. Okay?"

"He'll be fine," Mike says quietly. "They don't wanna get sued by his asshole dad."

You nod, because yeah, good point. Quite possibly the first time Richard Harrington has brought anybody comfort. He's in Cancun, last you'd heard. You hope he chokes on a margarita.

Dustin follows you. Mike and Lucas sit next to Joyce. The five of you wait.

At some point, you fall asleep. When you wake up, it's to the contentious receptionist peering over you all.

"Mr. Harrington is awake," she says primly. "You may see him now, young man."

Dustin flies out of the chair, Lucas and Mike at his heels.

A part of you wants to go home, and you feel terrible for it. You feel terrible that Steve almost died, but you're the frightened one. You don't know if you can bear to see him tied to tubes and a heart monitor.

"Go on."

Joyce tracks you sleepily. Her hair is more knotted than before you fell asleep. She nods to the hallway.

"Go see him."

You can’t voice every thought, every fear. I don’t know if I can see him like this.

“It’s good he won’t wake up alone,” she says.

“He’s got a family.” You wave your hand weakly.

Joyce watches you for a moment. Then she gets up.

"Yes, he does."

She holds out her hand.

You don’t know Joyce Byers very well. This is probably the longest conversation you’ve had with her. You realize, then, that you're wrong—you’re not the one who’s strong enough to stand.

“Let’s go see him,” she says. "All of his loved ones should be there."

God, are you really that obvious?

You take her hand, and the two of you go down the hall.

Steve is nearly unrecognizable in the hospital bed. The kids are speaking to him, unusually quiet. They look up when you enter.

Steve’s eyes lock with yours.

“Hey,” is all you say.

“Hi,” he says, voice rough with disuse and getting choked by what Dustin had described as demon bats.

“Boys, come on,” Joyce calls. “Let’s make a cafeteria stop.”

You see Dustin about to protest, but Lucas tugs his arm like he knows, and goddamn, you really are that obvious, aren’t you?

You wait for the door to close behind you. Then you walk to Steve’s side.

The gnarled ring of flesh around his neck makes you queasy. The rest of him isn’t much better, red and purple smeared across any skin that’s not covered by the chalky hospital gown.

You sit in the chair. It’s the same plastic kind as the ones in the waiting room, but this one doesn’t feel so hard.

“Robin called me,” you say.

Steve closes his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, you’d better be.” Your voice cracks. “Can’t believe you went dimension-surfing without me.”

“You’re mad at me.”

Your breath is punched out of you.

“No,” you say softly. “My God, Steve. I’m not mad at you.”

His hand creeps to the edge of the bed. His fingers are scraped.

You take his hand and lace your fingers together. He slow-blinks. He’ll probably fall asleep in the next half hour.

“It’s okay if you are,” he whispers. “Mad, I mean. I’d be mad too.”

You know he wouldn’t be, though. You know Steve would forgive you in a heartbeat.

“I’m not mad,” you say, equally as quiet. “I just… I was scared."

He nods. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

You bow your head and close your eyes. When Robin had called, you'd run to the bathroom and coughed up stomach acid.

They say he’ll make it, she'd told you, and you'd realized with violent clarity that you love him.

But Steve doesn't need that right now. So you bury it.

You lean in and bring Steve's knuckles to your lips, taking care not to jostle him.

His eyes widen. Part of you hopes he won’t remember this conversation.

"Don't do that again," you say. “Not without me.”

"Okay,” he whispers. “I won't."

You wait until he falls asleep, hand in his.

iii. the brand

“There’s no way I’m getting in your death van, Munson!” Robin whines.

“Death van is an exaggeration, Buckley. If anything, it’s a life van. I’m still here, aren’t I?” Eddie asks.

“Definitely not because of that heap of metal,” Steve murmurs to you. You snicker.

It’s nearly dark, but a summer dark, where it doesn’t actually turn to night until well after nine PM. The top two buttons of Steve’s dress shirt are undone, and you can’t stop staring. It’s embarrassing, really. You’d nearly missed Eddie’s walk across the stage because of that damned triangle of tanned skin and dark chest hair.

“Why can’t we take the station wagon?” Robin asks.

“I think Nancy already left,” you say. “Sorry, Rob.”

“And I’ve put my car jacking days behind me,” Eddie announces, flinging his arms out. “So my van it shall be!”

Robin whips her head around to glare at Steve.

“This is your fault,” she accuses scathingly.

“Me?!”

“You just had to go and get a flat tire yesterday.”

“Yeah, Steve,” you add cheekily. “Why couldn’t you have foreseen the dreaded timeline where Eddie drives?”

“Et tu?” Eddie asks. “I’m hurt. I’m a great driver, y’know. Better than Steve, some have told me.”

“Dustin only told you that ‘cause you were high on morphine and about to burst into tears,” Robin says.

As they bicker, Steve draws closer, so your arms brush. You close the distance, crowding him.

“Y’okay?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” you say, startled. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Just checking.”

“Are you okay?”

He turns to you. He looks like he’s searching for something. You don’t know what.

“Yeah,” Steve says after a minute. “I am. Better than, actually.”

“‘Cause I’m here, right?” you ask with a gooey grin.

“Yeah. ‘Cause you’re here.”

He sounds honest, so you turn away, because you can’t handle that and his chest hair.

"I should get to choose where we go," Robin says as you arrive at Eddie's van. "Since it may be our last trip and all."

"Funny you were in Band and not president of the drama club, Buckley," Eddie says dryly.

"Pot, kettle."

"How 'bout Rita's?" you suggest. "Unlimited refills and no one will hassle Eddie."

"Aw, you care about little ol' me?" Eddie asks.

"If you get us there in one piece, yes."

Eddie huffs. "No wonder you and the Hair are like this." He crosses his fingers.

"Damn right," Steve says. "We even finish each other's—"

"Terribly cliche sayings!" you say.

Robin looks at you for a moment, unusually smirky. Then she looks at Steve.

"You match. Blue dress, blue tie."

"That's so if she gets lost, they know who to return her to," Steve says.

You scoff. "More like the other way around."

He pouts. "Hey."

"Hay is for horses," you sing, skipping ahead to Eddie's van.

"I'm sorry, are you excited to ride in the Hell Van?" Robin asks.

You shrug. "We could use some excitement around here, couldn't we?"

"No!" all three say.

"I've had enough excitement for ten lifetimes," Robin mutters.

Eddie pulls the door open. Your smile quickly drops.

"Uh, Eddie? Where the fuck are the seats?"

"Right, so, usually I only have Gareth and Jeff ride with me. Gareth always calls shotgun—"

"Shotgun!" Robin hollers, and races to the front seat.

You stare at the single backseat chair. There's no way it's big enough for you and Steve.

"Holy shit," Steve says, taking stock of the "backseat."

Eddie rubs the back of his neck. "Yeah… listen, if I'd known we'd be taking her, I would've put the other seat in, swear! Usually we take it out for the equipment."

"Well, what are we supposed to do? Lay down and pray? This is how people get head injuries, Eddie," you say, arms folded.

"Maybe we can call a cab," Steve suggests.

"At this hour?" You shake your head. "No way. This isn't Indianapolis."

"Oh my God." Robin groans. "The solution is so obvious. Sit on Steve's lap. Boom. Now come on, I'm starving."

You tense. Steve is tactile, sure, and you've become acclimated to that over the years.

But this? This is way, way beyond that.

"Uh…" Steve glances at you. "Do you… I mean, if you don't mind?"

You glance at Eddie, who's got the tiniest smirk. You glower and he clears his throat, hiding his mouth behind a lock of hair.

"I don't mind," you say, more confident than you feel. "It's a short drive."

Eddie nods. "Definitely. I'll step on it."

"Please don't step on it," Robin calls. "We're already chancing fate by letting you drive in the first place."

Eddie huffs, walking to the driver's side. "Y'know, Buckley, you are just…"

You look at Steve. He smiles at you, sweet as always.

"This isn't gonna aggravate any injuries, right?" you ask. "Me… sitting on you?"

You wince at the wording.

"No, should be fine. My PT gave me the all clear a month ago."

You nod tightly. "Right. Okay. You go first."

Steve climbs in, planting his feet on the floor. You go next, stooping in front of him. You catch each other's gaze for a moment. Then you laugh, suddenly trying to look anywhere but at Steve.

"Right, so I'll just…"

You slide onto Steve's lap, trying to hold some of your weight so you won't crush him. He splays an easy hand over your belly and leans over to pull the van door shut. Your heart thunders in your chest.

"You can sit back, y'know," he says, breath tickling your ear. "’M not made of glass."

"Didn't want your legs to go numb," you joke weakly.

Steve makes an unhappy noise and tugs you back so you're fully seated on him. You angle yourself so you can look at him. Steve looks up at you, lightly tracing a pattern on your hip. Like you do this all the time.

"Hi," you say, too jittery to crack another joke.

Steve smiles gently. "Hey."

His tone is fond. You feel sick.

"Everybody good?" Eddie asks.

He adjusts the rear view mirror and you watch his eyebrows shoot up in the reflection.

"You two look cozy."

"Shut the fuck up, Munson," you mumble. "Just drive, already."

Eddie giggles like a gremlin in reply and turns the ignition.

It’s not bad, at first. Eddie takes it easy driving through Hawkins. Part of it is because he doesn’t want to attract attention. The other part is that Hopper promised Eddie a night in jail if he caught him running the stop signs again.

You personally think it’s a bluff. Robin does not; she’s enthusiastically annoying about road safety, and points out every single sign and red light. This causes Eddie to start slamming the breaks in retaliation.

“Holy fuck!” you yelp when Eddie hits the breaks particularly hard. “Eddie!”

Steve is quick to tug you backwards, considering you’re not belted. You scramble to grab his shoulders and twist to look at him.

“Thanks,” you say breathlessly.

He smiles, then leans away, glaring at the front.

“Really, Munson?”

“She started it!” Eddie insists. “Blame your BFF!”

“Can you drive like someone who doesn’t have a death wish?” Robin shoots back.

Steve’s hands are now on the small of your back and on your hip, respectively. Your legs hang over the side of the carseat, butt nestled quite firmly on his thighs.

God, you’re never living this down.

“Y’okay?”

Steve’s breath in your ear makes you squirm. You turn to look at him.

“Fine,” you murmur. “I’m not crushing you, am I?”

“No,” he says. “Don’t worry.”

Eddie breaks again, harder than before. You slip.

Steve reacts instantly, his hand grabbing the meat of your thigh. Your dress rides up, so it’s skin on skin.

The momentum is worse, however, because you jerk back. Right into Steve’s face.

Your nose mashes into his, which isn’t great. But then, your lips smush against his cheek. When you pull back, there’s a smeared lipstick print.

Maybe you’re the one with a death wish.

Robin is screeching incoherently but you can't focus on anything but the smudge of pink on Steve's cheek. Your chest feels tight.

He looks like he's yours.

"Yeah, we're fine, " Steve says, voice close enough to startle you back into the conversation.

He looks up at you. Your hand lands on the lipstick, like if you cover it, it'll go away. Steve tilts his head, mouth open in a question.

"Sorry," you rush out before he can speak. "I got some of my, uh, lipstick on you."

He relaxes.

"Oh. Thought I was bleeding or something," he says with a slight laugh. "'S okay, I can wipe it off when we get there."

"Uh-huh."

You drop your hand. You can't stop staring. Stop staring.

The print isn't exactly in the shape of your lips, but it's close. You can see the divots and where your lips parted. If someone were to see you two, they'd assume a lot of things you're not.

Steve's collar is wrinkled from the van ride from Hell. His neck is flushed. You wonder how your lipstick would look there.

Eddie presses the brake, softer this time. Steve's fingers dig into the meat of your thigh anyway. More marks.

"Alright, relax, gang," Eddie says. "We're almost there."

You touch Steve's cheek again and hope he'll forget to wash you off of his face.

iv. the secret

It's raining. You're in Steve's bed.

Thunder shakes the sky. You curl further into your—Steve’s—pillow. It smells like his soap and detergent.

You used to like the rain. Not so much these days. Rain makes you think of blood on asphalt and being alone at twenty-four. Rain silences you.

"Do you think he'll come back?"

You've never dared to ask anyone. Not even Joyce. She'd know. She wouldn't tell you the truth, though.

Nancy Wheeler probably could. She'd face you with that steel brow of hers and give it to you straight.

Yes. The monster's back. You're not getting married.

You slip your hand into Steve’s. He squeezes your fingers. Outside, the rain roars.

"I don't know," Steve says into the darkness.

You can't see him like this. It makes you mildly claustrophobic. Maybe you should turn on the hall light.

"Hopper said he was dead. So did that other guy—uh, Murray. And like, Eddie's okay. And Max. El would tell us if she sensed something. It's not like he could come back without making a sound. I mean, from what she told me, she basically, like, unraveled him from the inside out. Which is pretty gross, but also a good way to keep someone dead."

He's rambling. He's rambling to distract you.

God, what the fuck are you going to do when you're twenty-four and unmarried and Steve's forgotten all about you?

"I don't want anyone to die," you whisper.

Steve squeezes your hand harder.

"No one's gonna die."

You shift closer. You can barely make out Steve's silhouette. The ends of his hair tickle your knuckles.

"Hey," he says, and you try to find his eyes, but you can't. "Nothing's gonna happen, okay?"

"Yeah," you say, even though something did happen, something that almost took him away from you, and you don't know if you can handle that again.

"You can stay here as long as you want," he says.

"I can go back to my room."

Steve threads his fingers with yours. You can't see his eyes but it's okay.

"Don't," he says.

"Okay."

You scoot forward, closing another few inches between you two. Now, you feel Steve's breath on your face. He smells like minty toothpaste. He is alive.

The rain batters against the windows. You could kiss him. You could kiss him right now, and no one would know except for you and him.

His breath has begun to even out. You lean in blindly. Your lips land on his hair.

It's hardly a kiss. It’ll be your secret anyway.

+ and, finally, the first.

"Dustin wanted chocolate milk," you say, not looking up from the tub of yogurt you're searching the date for.

"Yeah," Steve says, parking the cart to the side. "Kid's addicted."

He opens the giant fridge door and a burst of cold air nips at your arm. You shy away.

"Six dollars? Jesus, does it come from gold cows?"

You snort, finally putting the yogurt in the cart. You stay at Steve’s house more often than not these days, so there’s no point in getting a separate cart.

"What?" Steve asks, looking at you.

"You're funny, that's what."

"I am?"

"You sound like somebody's grandpa."

"I do not!"

"Do too," you say sweetly.

"Do not."

"Do too infinity."

Steve rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm a grandpa 'cause I don't wanna spend a leg and an arm on chocolate milk for the little shit? So be it."

"Steve," you begin, eyebrows drawing together. "It's his birthday. Have a heart, old man."

"Oh, good grief," he mumbles, but he takes the carton and puts it into the cart.

You smile. Steve shakes his head.

"This is why I don't go shopping with you. You're an enabler."

"I am," you say happily, walking alongside him as he pushes the cart.

"And you don't push the cart."

You tut. "Pretty girls don't push shopping carts, Steven."

"Oh, they just find some poor sap to push it for them, huh?"

"I'm so glad you're on board," you say, skipping ahead to the chip aisle.

You look through the shelves and land on two types of Doritos. Cool Ranch and Original. It’s a tough decision.

“Steve, what do you think?” You hold up the bags. “Which do they like better?”

“Ranch. According to Mike, liking the original flavors of snacks is lame.”

You snicker and take three bags of the Cool Ranch. Steve pushes the cart to you.

“I feel like we’re shopping for our kid,” you say. “We’re the awesome house everybody wants to visit because we have the best snacks and the biggest pool.”

You look up when Steve doesn’t reply. He stares at you, expression unreadable. Your smile dims.

“What?” you ask.

Steve shakes his head.

“Nothing,” he says quietly. “It’s nothing.”

“Steve, seriously. What is it?”

He shakes his head again.

“Nothing, really. Just zoned out for a second.”

He continues to push the cart down the aisle. You watch him for a moment, then follow. The two of you quickly check off the remaining items on Steve’s list (yes, his actual, physical grocery list), and then you check out.

The cashier smiles at you both in line. She’s an older woman, with the typical poofy blowout nearly every woman over fifty gets at Brenda’s Salon in downtown Hawkins. You busily put the items on the conveyor belt while Steve takes out his wallet and makes conversation with the cashier. It’s a good routine you two have established.

When the cashier’s done, you squeeze past the cart and grab half of the bags. Steve takes the receipt and the rest of the bags.

“You two are very sweet together,” the cashier says, her round cheeks blush-red like apples. “Have a wonderful day.”

“You too, ma’am,” Steve replies, and heads to the exit.

You’re frozen for a moment, startled until Steve calls your name. You heft the bags in your arms and hurry after him.

Steve stops and takes two of your bags before crossing the parking lot.

“Steve,” you say, and huff. “I can carry them.”

“Pretty girls don’t push carts or carry bags. It’s the rule, remember?”

You watch, unimpressed, as Steve then proceeds to try and get his car keys with an armful of grocery bags. When he almost drops a bag for the third time, you sigh and take pity.

“Which pocket?” you ask, snaking your arm around.

“Back left,” he says, smiling sheepishly.

You roll your eyes, feeling disgustingly fond. You shove your hand down Steve’s back jean pocket. He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Take me out to dinner at least,” he says.

“Pretty boys don’t get taken to dinner until the pretty girl has been asked out properly,” you shoot back.

Steve smiles, but the joke doesn’t land like it usually does. You step away as soon as you get the keys, clearing your throat.

“Well, I hope you’ve learned your lesson about carrying all the bags, Popeye.”

You open the trunk for him, then go to open the passenger side door.

“If I don’t carry all the bags, how else am I meant to show off to the ladies?”

You pull the handle on the driver’s side for Steve and he gets in, beaming cheekily at you.

“The only person who’s watching you make a fool of yourself is me, big guy,” you say. “So, mission failed.”

You open the glove compartment and start fishing through for gum. You find a Juicy Fruit packet but it’s empty.

“Damn, that’s what we forgot,” you say, defeatedly crumpling the cardboard. “Gum.”

You start to turn to Steve. “Do you think we—”

You’ve wondered, probably more than you should, about how Steve Harrington kisses.

Now you know: tenderly.

He cups both sides of your face, and you have to brace yourself on the center console for balance. Your other hand tangles in his hair. It’s as soft as you imagined, free of product, and you scrunch the baby hairs at the base of his scalp. Steve makes a quiet noise.

You kiss until you need air. Even then, Steve doesn’t let you go far. You part with only an inch or two between you.

“There’s gum in the middle compartment,” is the first thing he says.

“Huh?”

“In here.” He pats the compartment between the seats. “Hubba Bubba. I got it last week.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s face with both hands. His hands slip to your arms and he squeezes, smiling gently.

“What?” he asks.

“Fuck, I’m glad I know you,” you say.

Steve kisses you again. Two. Steve Harrington has officially kissed you two times.

You hope you’ll lose track at some point.

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buddieswhvre · 12 days

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Now that I'm officially done with buddie week, (yayyy) I was thinking of continuing all the other fics that I have in mind. So please help me choose one.

1. A universe where Buck gets shot and gets stuck in a timeloop

2. One where Buck and Eddie are still not on good terms and Eddie gets shot and Buck gets stuck in the timeloop

3. Firefighter Eddie and Nurse Buck

4. Rivals ceos where Buck suffers an accident and ends up in a universe where he's married to Eddie

5. Buddie fic related to Kaleidoscope of death

6. Secretly dating buddie where everyone knows but no one knows that the rest also know about them

7. Buck puts random things in Eddie's bag as a form of love language and Eddie thinks someone is haunting him

8. Pride and prejudice buddie

9. Lawyer Eddie and innocent Buck

10. Police Detective Eddie and behavior analyst Buck

11. Buck can see ghosts

12. Buddie college fic where they hate each other but do they really?

13. Buddie inspired by the hating game

Tags: @smilingbuckley @wikiangela @honestlydarkprincess @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @cinematics123

These are the ideas I have till now, send me asks to know more about the fics❤️

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canonicallyobserving911 · 5 months

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

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

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!”

Chapter 15 is now 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 15 chapters completed: 486.5K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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Here's a romantically fluffy snippet from Chapter 15 from one of Buck's and Eddie's conversations.

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Eddie and Buck pull back at the same time and call each other’s names.

Eddie says, “Buck?” and Buck says, “Eddie?”

Eddie thinks, ‘This is it! It’s the moment I ask Buck to spend his life with me.’ And Buck thinks, ‘I’m getting ready to ask him to spend forever with me.’

They start talking at the same time again.

Buck asks, “Eddie, will you marry me?” and Eddie asks, “Buck, will you marry me?”

They lean their foreheads together again and chuckle because they’ve always been in sync, just like they are right now.

Breathlessly Eddie says, “We both just proposed.”

“We did!” Buck admits, then says, “We both want the same thing… to be together forever”.

What will be Buck's and Eddie's responses to their proposals?👀

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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 - Will be posted soon.

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david3096 · 1 year

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Caught Myself (In love with you)

Chapter 4

So, I finally update my current fic! You can read the new chapter on here or on AO3

Summary of whole work:

“Buck, please wake up.” His voice sounds like a plea now, the tears have subsided a bit and so has the tension in his body. Buck looks so calm which makes this all the more ironic and painful. He looks like he's just sleeping, just like when he sleeps over at home and finds him the next morning in the strangest position on the couch. But he feels that something is missing, that something doesn't quite add up in this scene. And it's not just the hospital gown, nor all the pain he feels. There's something missing. “I can't do this without you.”

Or, while Eddie waits for Buck to wake up from his coma and is having a hard time, Buck is in a dream where he and Eddie have been married for 5 years.

Summary of chapter 4:

“Good morning, mi amor.”

“Good morning.” He sits on the bed and smiles at them both. “How are my two favorite people in the whole world?”.

“We're fine.” Chris replies sincerely. “Just a little tired, papá woke me up early to make you breakfast.”

“And I did most of it.”

“So there was no reason to wake me up, was there, Buck?”

“I'm not getting into this.” He laughs, this feels so natural he forgets the silly feeling for the first time today.

“Coward.”

Or, Buck enjoys his life being married to Eddie and goes to a party that Bobby and Maddie throw for him.

Buck.

“On a scale of 1 to 10...” The light in the room is low but he can see Eddie's face go from confident and seductive to mildly annoyed, though it's the annoyance he always shows when he says something he finds tender and infuriating in equal amounts. So he has no choice but to get on top of him, intertwine his fingers and enjoy being naked in bed with the love of his life so that he changes his expression to one of affection. “How scared were you of my accident?” He achieves his goal triumphantly.

“Are you going to ask me this every night?” Despite the bored tone, Eddie makes a small smile that quickly disappears, as if to hide the fact that it makes him happy to hear that same question every day. “It sounds like you just want to boost your ego.” Eddie kisses him on the neck and Buck can't help but let out a small moan that seems to drive his husband crazy. “Now you just want to boost my ego.” They laugh, this is so magical, new and perfect. He feels like he's in a fairy tale...or maybe one of those romance books Maddie adores so much.

“I don't want to boost anyone's ego.” His voice has just enough sarcasm in it to make Eddie doubt whether he's telling the truth. “But I worry about how distraught you might be.”

“Oh right, clearly that's what this is about.” Eddie kisses him on the lips in a passionate way. He still can't get used to how good this feels, how wonderful it is to be able to be living out what he always dreamed of in his bedtime fantasies. Slowly, Eddie forces them to change positions while still kissing, now Buck has his head lying back on the pillow as he feels Eddie's body on top of him. “You think that after being your husband for five years I don't know all your quirks?”

“Don't take our credit, we knew all that when we were just friends.” Eddie makes a little grimace that seems to say it's true and kisses him again. He strokes his hair, his torso, his crotch... this is beyond perfect.

They just made love not more than fifteen minutes ago and are still kissing and caressing each other like two teenagers in love.

While Eddie kisses him, he takes care of touching him. He wants to memorize his body, not to miss a single detail, he wants his hands to not be able to forget how it feels to caress Eddie.

Without meaning to, he smiles as they continue kissing and that causes Eddie to part his lips and look at him with all the love in the universe.

“I kept thinking, I think you should rest, don't exert yourself too much.” He suggests, as he puts a hand on his chest.

“Having a 165 pound, naked, fireman on top of me is a nice break.” Eddie laughs, looking like he wants to answer something sarcastic or say something clever to annoy him but instead he kisses him again, this time getting off his body and settling on the right side of the bed. “Don't you want to do this again?” He lowers his hand to Eddie's penis, both of them already have an erection, then gives him a half smile.

“I want to do it.” Eddie lowers his hand, brings their penises together and starts jerking them off at the same time. This is so pleasurable that for a moment he feels like his mind is disconnecting from his body.

“Wait.” Eddie stops but doesn't remove his hand, it seems they both had their eyes closed and now he is met with a pair of rather concerned brown eyes.

“Are you okay? Did I do something that hurt you?”

“I'm fine.” He runs his hand across Eddie's forehead and then through his hair, kisses him slowly and for three scant seconds. “I just want to tell you that I love you, Eddie.” He takes advantage of the small separation his husband takes to give him a good look. To appreciate that face he has more than memorized, to enjoy the gaze that has the same effect on him since he stopped hating the new guy and became his Eddie. That gaze that he never thought he could see him this way, even though many times he felt the love between the two of them. “I love you like you have no idea, you are the love of my life.” He wants to kiss him but he wants Eddie to respond more, so he caresses his cheek with his thumb, they both smile.

“I think I love you more.” He has a playful smile that also has traces of passion, affection and desire. “100.” Buck frowns, the smile quickly disappears and he looks at Eddie as if he were an alien.

“What?”

“Have you already forgotten what you asked me?” Eddie finally lets go of his penises and settles better on the bed, strokes Buck's back and he feels perfect. “From 1 to 10...” He kisses him quickly, no need to remember anything anymore. “I was worried, scared and lost without you a 100.” It is the first time he gives her this answer, usually he answered that he was very worried and that would be a 10.

“Only 100? You don't love me that much.” He knows without a doubt that he wants to dedicate his life to loving and caring for Eddie Díaz. They both laugh and for a few minutes they forget everything. They keep kissing, caressing each other's bodies, their penises are still firm and rubbing against each other. It's so pleasurable that all he wants to do is keep doing it.

“You know you're the most important thing to me.” Eddie says suddenly, grabbing his chin with one hand to make me look him in the eye because, okay, he was too distracted by other parts of his body. “I'm always going to worry about you even if you're not in danger. And I'm always going to want to be by your side...”

“Or on top of me.” He says with a flirtatious smile. “Or underneath.”

“Sometimes I hate being romantic with you.” But despite the comment, his face says the opposite because in his eyes is all the love in the universe again. And he hopes that in his own Eddie can see the same thing, he has never wanted to love and be with someone as much as he has with him. “But I'll be honest, I love being in any of those ways but close to you.” Eddie gets close to his ear. “Especially if we're naked.” An electric current runs through his body, it might be absurd considering how they are right now and that it's not the first time they've done this but it feels like it's the first time he ever actually loves.

“Me too.” It's the only thing he answers before kissing him again and they both allow themselves to give in to each other again. For two hours nothing is important, nothing else exists, in the world there are only their naked bodies, their passionate kisses and the love bigger than the universe.

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The first thing he does when he wakes up is try to remember the last time he slept so well but it's almost impossible. It's the first time in years that his body feels light and full of energy, that he doesn't have a horrible unexplained headache and that the pillows don't bother him and have him waking up every three hours all night long.

He doesn't open his eyes, memories of the night before begin to invade his head. Another perfect day. The three of them had breakfast together, Eddie took Chris to school and he took the opportunity to take a shower.

Eddie came back with a small cake which they ate while drinking coffee, listening to music and chatting about absurd things.

They kissed for a long time lying on the couch. Then they went to pick Chris up from school despite Eddie's complaints that he should stay and rest. They went to the park together, ate ice cream and returned home.

While he helped Chris with some of his homework, Eddie cooked dinner. Which still seems odd to him but his husband tells him it's because Buck has a bit of a control problem.

Eddie prepared a lasagna with the exact recipe Bobby gave him a few weeks ago... Well, apparently years ago. He's still confused about it and truth be told, he'd rather not ask Eddie or Chris, he doesn't want to scare them off and he's afraid he'll ruin this thing he just got. Just, apparently, he didn't just get it, he already fought his battle, faced his demons and got love as his reward but he remembers absolutely nothing about it.

He prefers to focus on what happened after last night and finds that the memories travel to his crotch. He makes a half grin, the passionate kisses, the silly laughter, Eddie's hands all over his body, the perfect way they both know how to pleasure each other. He wants to spend his day cuddling with Eddie, kissing him, reminding him how much he loves him, making sure these moments are forever stored in his memory.

He rolls over without opening his eyes, he expects to find the warmth of Eddie's body, to hug him from behind, to whisper good morning in his ear and maybe bite his ear a little and stay like that for twenty minutes but the bed is empty.

He sighs in disappointment and settles in the center, the sheets are tangled around his body. An impulse makes him try to remember his life or at least all these years that have magically disappeared. That the anecdotes, the important moments, the afternoons without doing anything or jokes without relevance appear. Anything, no matter how small, he wants it to come back to himself. To be given back some of the life he doesn't remember living and sharing with Eddie.

He turns away again, not wanting to admit it but beginning to think that those memories, those moments, were never in his head in the first place. But that would be stupid, right?

He reminisces about the things he's sure of. He had an accident, he woke up in the hospital, he lost his memory?, he's married to Eddie.

The sudden anguish that was invading him disappears when he remembers that small but very important detail. A wave of happiness runs through his body with tremendous intensity.

He's not going to lie to himself, it's weird. Not because he hasn't been in love with Eddie for who knows how long, but it's strange to wake up with a life together already tailor-made. And sure, Maddie might remind him of the last conversation they had and he couldn't deny that for a long time Eddie and he have been family. But something just doesn't add up.

Still, this is the best thing that could have ever happened to him. Despite losing his memory, despite the fact that he's sure it wasn't a car accident, despite the feeling that there's something strange going on, he still feels like the happiest, luckiest man in the universe.

But he can't ignore the feeling for long. Because it is more present than all the love he feels for Eddie. It's always with him, always telling him that he should pay more attention, that something isn't right.

According to Dr. Reynolds that's normal after the head injury he received but he's not very convinced of that.

So he always ignores it. Or does his best to do so. It works best when Eddie is with him to help distract him.

But now he's not here.

His mind takes him back to the night when he came home. It seems to him that on that occasion was when this whole stupid hunch was much more intense.

Leaving the hospital everything seemed normal, Eddie was the only one who went to pick him up and when they got to the parking lot he was a little surprised to learn that they only have one car now and that's his jeep.

But on the way home everything was normal. The jeep was still exactly as he remembered it. They sang a few songs together and kissed at every red light. Eddie told him that they were acting like teenagers.

It was when they got home that he started to feel awkward, out of place. They didn't get to Eddie's house, not the one he remembered, nor did they get to his loft but he hadn't even considered that possibility, he had always assumed that, when they got married he would move into Eddie's house, he had even hoped that would happen sooner than that.

But Eddie parked the jeep in front of a large two floor house, garden in front, a wooden gate which he now knows leads to the other part of the garden which leads to the back yard where they have a pool and a jacuzzi which he thinks is over the top but has enjoyed quite a bit.

He remembers sighing when he got out of the jeep and feeling Eddie's firm hand take his and lead him inside. There he felt conflicted, more out of place, as if a tornado had passed through his memory and merged part of his childhood home, the nice apartment where he lived in Peru and the house where he stayed when he first moved to Los Angeles combined.

That's not possible and maybe it's just a silly idea his brain is creating to feel bad about something. Yeah, that's what it must be. And the weird thing is that his house reminds him of those homes but they are not exactly the same it's just, once again, a stupid feeling.

But still he can't help but think he's in a house made of the wrong puzzle pieces, fused together into a strange monster he now calls home.

After sleeping the feeling subsided. He spoke to Dr. Reynolds on the phone. He told her about his sensation, not really explaining what was happening just that that was what he was feeling. She told him it was normal and all they could do was wait.

And two weeks later he is still waiting and feeling crazier than ever.

He opens his eyes, he needs to find Eddie. He focuses for a few seconds on the ceiling painted a perfect sky blue that for some reason he doesn't understand always reminds him of Eddie. He runs his hands over his eyes and looks at the rest of the bed, the red sheets are now tangled on Eddie's side and he feels a little cold. He turns his head to the left side and finds the large glass that separates his room with the back yard, jacuzzi and pool. The white blinds are down so he can't look at the sky but he suspects it will be a cloudy day.

He tries to muster all his strength to stand up, go to the bathroom, take a shower and then have breakfast. But he can't find a way to do it. He is afraid that by moving, the feeling will become more unbearable than ever.

So, despite his initial thought, he decides to lie still and wait for Eddie to come and get him. Maybe he'll come quietly, kiss him on the cheek, caress his chest, tell him how much he loves him and climb on top of him. Maybe he'll kiss him just like last night, maybe they can lie in bed making love for the rest of the day.

Besides he knows it would be easy, it's Saturday and Bobby has allowed Eddie plenty of time to take care of him one hundred percent. It seems strange to him to be honest, but he assumes that now that they are husbands something has changed.

He comes out of his trance when he hears footsteps approaching the room. Maybe his wish is about to come true and he'll have Eddie to himself again. He pays a little more attention to the sound of wood on the floor and realizes that Eddie and Chris are on their way to visit him.

He doesn't know what prompts him to do so but he settles better in bed, pulls the covers over himself, closes his eyes again and pretends as best he can to be asleep.

The footsteps come closer and he hears the door open, they seem to be muttering something to each other as they enter but he can't understand what they are saying. He feels their presences nearby or maybe it's just his imagination, but, he is almost certain that Eddie and Chris are one at each end of the bed watching him.

“Maybe if you kiss Buck he'll wake up, like in fairy tales.” Chris's voice comes from the left side of the room and he notices how his son tries not to laugh. He tries the same.

“Christopher!” Eddie protests from the right side, his voice closer to him. He finds it cute and funny that despite being married for five years Eddie still feels a little uncomfortable when Chris makes these kinds of jokes. He listens as Eddie moves around the room and hopes he doesn't open the blinds behind him to aggressively wake him up like his mother used to do when he was a kid. “Besides, if he's already my prince he might turn into a frog or something.” He stifles a chuckle but his lips quirk into a smile that manages to disappear in less than two seconds.

“I say give it a try, it will be fun to have one of my dads as a frog.” Chris now can't help but laugh and Buck wants to stop pretending to be asleep so he can fully enjoy this precious moment with his wonderful husband and his amazing son. He doesn't know how to thank the universe for them.

“Wake up Buck, we're waiting for you.” Eddie whispers in his ear and then feels his hand stroking his hair. He tries to take a deeper breath, he doesn't know why he suddenly feels so committed to keep faking this.

“And we know you're awake, Dad.” The electric current returns, he still can't get used to Chris calling him that and even though, most of the time he refers to him as Buck, it's still wonderful and exciting to hear that word. “You're not that good at acting but papá likes to pretend you are.” He says it in a slightly annoyed tone but with a few small traces of amusement.

“Hey!” Eddie protests. “I want to treat my husband right.” Eddie gives him a kiss on the cheek and feels his weight as he sits on the bed and a hand on his bare chest.

“I thought he was your prince.” Chris laughs but Eddie ignores him.

“We made you breakfast.” Eddie adds and the smell in the house becomes unmistakable, it smells like coffee and waffles. He wonders how the hell he didn't notice it before if the smell is so intense, but he prefers not to think about it too much.

He opens his eyes again and finds Eddie's beautiful face. He's smiling at him, his hair is neatly combed, and he's wearing one of Buck's shirts. That drives him almost as crazy as all the love he can see on his face. He wants to kiss him, but Eddie steps in front of him and places a brief kiss on his lips, and although he would like to kiss him for hours with much more passion, for now he is satisfied.

“Good morning, mi amor.”

“Good morning.” He sits on the bed and smiles at them both. “How are my two favorite people in the whole world?”For a brief moment it all seems like a dream. Everything is so incredible and perfect that he finds it hard to believe it's real. He doesn't know if this is part of the strange feeling that comes over him at times but he doesn't want to do the same old thing. He doesn't want to stay in fear or do something impulsive that he will regret later. Nor does he want to seek to fix something even if it's right. He wants to enjoy this and love Eddie and Chris with all his heart. It's his only goal, the only desire he has right now. But it's more than that, it's a decision. And if he has to spend the rest of his life feeling like everything is too perfect to be real, that's something he's willing to accept.

“We're fine.” Chris replies sincerely. “Just a little tired, papá woke me up early to make you breakfast.”

“And I did most of it.”

“So there was no reason to wake me up, was there, Buck?”

“I'm not getting into this.” He laughs, this feels so natural he forgets the silly feeling for the first time today.

“Coward.” Eddie says to him with a bright grin. “Did you sleep well? Does anything hurt?”

“Papá, give him a break.”

“Sorry.”

“Don't be sorry, I like that you take care of me.” He places his right hand on Eddie's cheek. “And I'm fine, I slept great, thanks for asking darling.” Now it is Buck who decides to kiss his husband but he does it with much more passion and love than the first kiss they shared earlier. He wants so badly to take off his husband's shirt that belongs to Buck, to caress his body, to give him the same pleasure he makes him feel for loving him... but Chris reminds him that he is still there with a little cough followed by some disgusted sounds as the two of them pull apart.

“If you two want to be alone, all you have to do is say so, jeez.” Despite the disgusted look on his face, it also seems to cause him some tenderness to see them in love, or that's what he wants to think. “I can't believe you've been doing this for over five years and you still can't get enough of making out all day long.”

“Well, your dad's a pretty good kisser to begin with.” Eddie gives him a kiss on the cheek. “And that happens when you fall in love, one day you'll understand.”

“Really doubt that, papá.” - Chris starts walking towards the door. “I'll go to the kitchen, if you're not there in five minutes I'll start eating breakfast by myself.” His son walks out of the room without saying nothing else and the two of them look at each other for five seconds before they start laughing.

“When did he become so grumpy?” He pulls the sheets off him and Eddie seems to be enjoying seeing him almost naked and for now, he enjoys feeling his gaze travel all over his body. “I liked him better when he was just a sweet little boy.”

“Well, he's a teenager to begin with.” Eddie seems distracted in his body as if it's the first time he's seen him like this, as if last night they weren't enjoying and pleasuring each other to the fullest. “And he's your son, he gets moody if he wakes up too early and if he's hungry.”

“You can't blame me for all of Chris' flaws, it's more likely he inherited everything from you.”

“Just because he's my biological son? That's offensive.” Eddie's sarcastic tone makes the situation funnier. “You know you spoiled Chris a lot more than I did, Evan.”

“But you had him longer!”

“But you're more of a bad influence.” They both laugh, if this is what their days have been like for the last 5 years he hopes he can remember them as soon as possible. “You look so sexy like that.” Eddie mutters softly, the bedroom door still open, he traces down his chest to touch the fabric of his boxers.

“Eddie.” The touch begins to take effect, a tickle runs through his body and he can feel the blood rushing to his crotch. He wants to tell him that this proves who is the bad influence or something funny but his horny side wins out. “Edmundo.” He whispers, not sure if to get him to stop or keep going but before he can decide Eddie kisses his neck and Buck starts to unbutton his shirt. He knows they shouldn't keep doing this, he knows they should be getting ready for breakfast.

“We'll make it quick.” And even though he knows it's a lie, he closes the door as fast as he can.

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“You guys took a long time to get here for breakfast.” Chris has a smile on his face, he is biting into a cookie as the two enter the kitchen. Eddie tells him to sit down while he pours his coffee and serves him breakfast. They smile at each other without hiding for a moment that it really took them almost forty minutes to get out of their room.

“And yet you waited for us.” Eddie takes over serving breakfast for the three of them. It's something Buck has been trying to get used to, he wants to be the one to spoil them but Eddie has been very insistent that he had an accident, even though there is no trace of any concussion or any other problem beyond his memory.

“I got lazy.” Chris shrugs and concentrates on playing on his phone. “Besides, I knew it was going to take a while from the way you were looking at each other when we went to wake Buck up.”

Neither says anything, but Buck can feel a blush on his face, not that he's ashamed of what they did and Chris is old enough to know about sex. But a small part of him still sees him as a little boy.

“We must hurry.” Eddie sets a plate in front of him with three waffles and a cup of coffee. “We have a busy day today.”

“We do?” Buck frowns before he starts eating. “I thought today would be a day for the three of us, it's Saturday.”

“I need help with the project we postponed yesterday.” Chris reminds him.

“And then we have to go to the hospital, remember?” Buck didn't remember, he frowns and looks at his husband as he offers Chris his plate with waffles. “Dr. Reynolds wants to ask you some questions and see how your memory is.” Eddie sits down and starts eating as well.

“And today is the reunion.” Chris adds.

“What reunion?”

“You forgot about that too?” Eddie looks worried and he doesn't want to admit that most of the memories he has of the last two weeks are, being naked with Eddie in bed, the living room, the kitchen, the jacuzzi, the garden and the jeep kissing and loving each other like he never thought possible. And also vague images of the three of them watching TV, eating, laughing, doing homework...mundane, ordinary things that make them a family. “Maddie and Bobby organized a party to celebrate you making it out of another accident alive.”

“Oh, that party.” He pretends to remember all of a sudden, but neither Eddie nor Chris seem to believe him. “I didn't forgot, I swear.”

“Let's pretend we believe you, Dad.” Despite the sarcasm, he smiles. He doesn't want to get used to this beautiful feeling, he wants that word to keep causing a stir of emotions inside him every time he hears it.

“Don't make fun of your dad.” Eddie scolds him and that is strangely appealing. After that comment breakfast continues pretty much as normal. The waffles are getting more and more delicious and the coffee seems to bring him back to life. Christopher tells them about a giraffe that was just born at the zoo that he hopes to visit when Buck is better.

Then the three of them move into the living room and begin Chris' project, a model of the solar system. And although he hated doing this kind of homework all his school life, he now finds it quite entertaining and even relaxing.

They are almost finished with the model when Carla arrives. So, after a little chat with her and her assuring them that she would finish the model along with Chris, he and Eddie leave in the direction of the hospital.

He doesn't know if it's the multiple looks Eddie gives him, the sunny day, hating hospitals (despite having spent too much time in them) or the memory of Dr. Reynolds' serious face the last time he saw her but he feels nervous.

Eddie tries to soothe him by placing one hand on top of his and it really works. He decides to put on some music and concentrate on singing along to lyrics he already knows and enjoying the warmth of his husband's hand.

Dr. Reynolds doesn't keep them waiting long. She gives him a quick physical exam and also asks him a few questions. Eddie tells her about the recent forgetfulness and she writes that down on a chart. Other than that it seems like everything is normal but she reminds him that he needs to do more physical and mental exercises.

Before leaving Buck asks her if she will ever be able to recover at least some of the memories of the last five years. She tells him again the same thing she told him the first time he saw her in the hospital, that the mind and memory sometimes work in mysterious ways and that there is a good chance it will happen but there is just as good a chance it won't. She tells him that she prefers to be optimistic and advises him to do the same, to give his brain time to readjust to reality.

Most of the way home Eddie is silent. And although he also takes his hand and encourages him to sing while they are in the car he feels there is something he is not telling him. Buck doesn't know what to say, if he should stop singing and ask him if something is wrong, maybe kiss him or smile at him, make sure everything is okay. But in the end he doesn't and he doesn't quite know why.

“Home, sweet home.” The first words Eddie says try to wipe away all the worry on his face. “We need to get inside so we can shower and dress in time for the party.” Eddie opens the door on his side but Buck stops him by holding his wrist.

“Hey, wait.” Eddie settles back in his seat but doesn't close the jeep door. “Are you mad or something?” To tell the truth, he wanted to ask if something was wrong, but this is what his mouth decided to say.

“What?” His husband frowns, closes the jeep door and turns around to get a better look at him. “Why on earth would he be mad?”

“I don't know.” He feels a little silly and avoids his gaze. “But you look angry.” Eddie gives a half smile and takes both her hands.

“Buck, amor, I'm not angry, I promise.”

“Then what's wrong? And don't tell me it’s nothing.” Eddie sighs and looks down just as Buck tries to look him in the eye.

“I'm worried about you and...”

“And...?” Eddie pauses for a long moment, he seems to be meditating his words and every second that passes he feels more distressed.

“It's ridiculous, I don't want to tell you.” Eddie looks embarrassed, he keeps dodging his gaze so Buck squeezes one of his hands tight and with the other takes his chin to make their eyes finally connect.

“Edmundo.” That's all he says and he can see in those beautiful brown eyes all the emotions going through his mind.

“I hate it when you do that.”

“What?”

“When you look at me like that, say my name that way... it's impossible not to tell you things.” He smiles, it's comforting to think of that life, those unknown moments when the two of them were the same and he could make Eddie tell him the truth.

“I used to do that often?” He says it in a seductive tone, moving a little closer to Eddie, suddenly wanting to kiss him.

“Yeah, a lot.” Eddie has a bittersweet smile and Buck can see the sadness gaining in his gaze. He forces himself to put the urge to kiss him aside for a few moments, this is more important now.

“Well, I guess it works pretty well for you to hate it.” He runs his hand down Eddie's cheek. “Talk to me, please.” Eddie's eyes sparkle a little but he's still silent, he runs his tongue over his lips, he's nervous. “Edmundo.” He adds his name with a mischievous smile that brings some joy back to his husband's face and he sighs again.

“I worry about what the memory loss might mean for us.” Buck frowns, not quite understanding what Eddie means.

“Why?”

“What if your memory doesn't come back?”

“We don't know if...”

“I know, but what if you don't remember anything from the last five years? Maybe even further back?”

“I need you to be a little more specific because I don't see a problem.” Eddie's face goes from anguished to almost a full smile.

“Buck, amor... I don't even know if I should call you that.”

“Eddie, you're scaring me.”

“I don't mean we'd better break up or get a divorce, I know that's what you're thinking.” Now it's his turn to smile because he was indeed thinking that. “It's just that... A lot has happened over the years. Our first kiss, our wedding, the honeymoon, all of Chris' birthdays and Christmases and new years. And our birthdays, anniversaries, boring days doing nothing. And all of that I hold dear to my heart and all of that makes me love you more and want to be with you.”

“I didn't know you could be so corny.”

“Exactly! That's the problem!” Eddie sounds desperate. “It's like I've traveled back in time and started a relationship with you with a head start. Knowing everything about you but you don't know much about me and...”

“Eddie, darling...” He puts both hands on his cheek and is surprised to see a few tears come out of his husband's eyes, it's something Eddie wouldn't do. But he's right, he doesn't know this part of him.

“Let me finish.” He smiles at him as Eddie wipes the tears away with his thumbs. “What if you regret it? What if you don't want to be married with a son? What if your memory never comes back and you don't love me the way I love you?”

“Wow.” Buck arches his eyebrows a little. “I'm going to give you a kiss to buy time to think about my answer.” Eddie shakes his head but closes his eyes and they kiss. It's a sweet little kiss, a little salty from Eddie's tears but full of love, trust and tenderness.

“You always know how to make me feel better.”

“But not now, so tell me, what can I do to help you calm these doubts?” To his surprise Eddie starts laughing and doesn't understand what he found so funny.

“Evan.” Eddie looks at him with all the love in the universe. “You're the one who had an accident, you're the one who lost your memory, you're the one who should be asking me for support, not the other way around.”

“I'm your husband, it's literally in my contract.”

“But it's also in my contract.” Eddie gives him a little kiss on the cheek and to his surprise he feels a warmth in his stomach that can't be anything but love. “And I don't want you to do anything to fix this, it would be too selfish of me to ask you to.”

“Selfish? If the Buck of the past led you to believe that asking for things from him as his husband was being selfish, I'm afraid to tell you that you married an idiot.” It makes him laugh and for now he considers that a victory. But it terrifies him to realize how worried and scared Eddie was and not have realized it sooner.

“It's not the fault of the Buck of the past, it's the Eddie of the present who feels a little lost.”

“Look, I know the chance that I won't remember anything is pretty big. Maybe I won't remember the first time we made love, our first kiss, the first date...”

“Are you sure? Because it was in that order.”

“What!?” Eddie starts laughing.

“I'm just messing with you.” He laughs too but gives his husband a little punch in the arm.

“What I mean is, I'm not worried about not remembering the last few years. I'll always have you to tell me how things went or maybe you could make up some funny anecdote, I'd never realize if it was real or not.”

“That wouldn't be very nice of me.”

“And when have you ever been nice?” Now it's Eddie who gives him a little punch but on his thigh. “Edmundo.”

“Yes, Evan?”

“I love you. And I love it when you call me amor, waking up with you every morning, raising Chris together, spending quiet afternoons doing nothing. Making love with you, kissing you, looking at you, thinking about how much I want to make you happy and not even a loss of memory will make that change.” Eddie steals a tender kiss that, little by little, is gaining passion and desire. He wants to stop kissing him to add that every day by his side is a gift, that it doesn't matter that Eddie doesn't believe that the universe has something planned for them, because he knows it's true, he wants to tell him that he's been grateful that they are together every second since he woke up that night in the hospital and discovered they were married. That he will always find a way to stay in love with him, no matter if he has ten more amnesias.

But he'd rather enjoy the kiss, Eddie's hands running down his chest and thighs, the happiness he feels now.

“Okay, it worked.”

“What?” He pretends not to understand, and from Eddie's face that's something he used to do a lot too.

“I'm still worried, I won't lie, but it's good to know you don't feel like running away.”

“I would never, I mean, I'm married to Eddie Díaz, it's my dream come true.” Eddie laughs and kisses him again but now on the cheek.

“Thank you, amor. I wouldn't run away either, in case you needed to hear that.” Eddie looks at the watch on his wrist. “And sorry to be a killjoy but now we'll have to make sacrifices to get to Bobby's on time.”

“Sacrifices?”

“We'll have to shower together to save time.”

“Oh.” He says, feeling the same excitement as he did that morning when he closed the bedroom door before breakfast. “I mean, if it's the only way to make it in time...”

“Come on, we gotta be fast.”

******************

“Are you sure we have to go?” He says it jokingly but also hoping to finish what they started the short but satisfying shower.

They are in their bedroom, Eddie finished dressing a few minutes ago, he's wearing that denim shirt that Buck likes so much, with three buttons undone that let him see the hair on his chest, black jeans and brown shoes. His hair neatly combed, the smell of his lotion pervades the room, he loves being like this.

He is wearing blue jeans, white socks, but he doesn't know whether to wear shoes or maybe sneakers. He's wearing a white tank top that he's sure is Eddie's and he's lying on the bed as he watches his husband go through all the shirts they have trying to choose which one will look best on Buck.

And though he's glad to be here, without warning the feeling of knowing this place, that it's just fragments of places he once knew comes over him again.

“We have to go, Buck.” Eddie's voice brings him back to reality, and though the feeling hasn't completely gone, he manages to concentrate again.

“I know, I know.” Now he's starting to feel cooped up, like he's imprisoned in his own house, that would be crazy wouldn't it?, he takes a deep breath, he needs to relax or he might scare Eddie. “I'll go to the kitchen and get some water, do you want anything?”

“No amor, thanks.” He stands up and tries to walk as fast as possible but without raising any suspicion in his husband. “Don't take too long!” He hears Eddie yell at him as he leaves the room.

He gasps for breath. He hears music in Chris's room who is also getting ready for the party. Carla left half an hour ago after they finished telling her everything Dr. Reynolds told them while the four of them ate ice cream and despite the insistence of the three of them for her to join them, she preferred to go home to rest.

He arrives to the kitchen, the feeling seems to be fading. He pulls out the bottle of water they have in the bottom of the refrigerator and searches the drawers for a glass. When he picks up a glass with a blue bottom, he feels that everything is going well, that everything is familiar, known, and that reassures him.

As he pours the water into the glass, that feeling becomes more overwhelming and inexplicable. There is also something about the kitchen that he cannot name.

He drinks the glass of cold water in one gulp, he expected his teeth to hurt or his throat to feel uncomfortable but he felt nothing. And it is a disappointment since he needed the pain to bring him back to reality, to give him back the little control he always has.

He blinks a lot, everything is spinning, his nose is stuffy, his stomach is upset, he feels like throwing up and screaming at the same time, and he swears he can hear Eddie's voice telling him that he hopes he'll be back with him soon.

“Did you speak to me, darling?” He screams trying not to lose his sanity or his composure or what little of it remains.

“No amor, but it would be great if you came back soon.” Eddie answers from the room, but he still seems to hear Eddie's other voice trying to communicate with him. As if coming from another place, from another space that he cannot locate or understand.

He closes his eyes tightly, trying to concentrate on his breathing, on ignoring these moments of madness. Maybe he should mention this to Dr. Reynolds at the next appointment he has. But what will he tell her? That he hears his husband's voice in the distance asking him to wake up? Pleading for him not to leave him? That he needs him because he's in love with him? He'll sound crazy.

Maybe he is, though.

He opens his eyes and decides to focus on how beautiful the kitchen is. A coffee table with red and orange tints, a floor with white and blue mosaic tiles. A large entryway that connects to the living room, all the kitchen cabinets have a purple-like color and there is also a lot of green. The refrigerator is the same color and is filled with pictures of the three of them and some of Chris' school projects. Above the sink is a window, it has green curtains with corn patterns on them.

He begins to feel again that he knows this place, that there's something obvious he's ignoring but he can't figure out what and that only makes him more frustrated.

He drinks another glass of water and looks out the window. Their garden is too big and green. They have a peach tree outside and he feels it is the missing piece to understand it all. But he just doesn't get it.

Maybe he needs to start paying a little more attention to this sensation, try to decipher why sometimes it seems as if this isn't his.... life?

“Amor?” Eddie's voice makes him turn toward the entrance. “Is everything all right? I've been calling but you wouldn't listen.” Eddie frowns, runs his brow up and down, runs his tongue over his lips. Great, just what he needed, to worry his husband even more.

“I'm fine.”

“Not even you believe that.” Eddie reaches over and grabs him around the waist. “Are you nervous about the party today?”

“Yeah, you could say day.”

“Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time.” He runs a hand over his shoulder and actually feels comforted. “Now, let's get your shirt, I mean, I loved seeing your arms but they'll be too much of a distraction at a reunion with all our friends.”

He laughs as Eddie leads them back into the room, Eddie is wearing a nice pistachio green shirt that seems to match the sky blue shirt he chose for himself. But... Wasn't he wearing the denim shirt he loves?

“Did you change your shirt?”

“No, amor.” He frowns, understanding less and less what is happening and wants to scream. But he restrains himself.

“You know, if you want we can stay here. We don't need to go.”

“Darling...” He doesn't say anything else, he'd like to stay home, eat more ice cream, make a lasagna or maybe order it from the restaurant he likes so much, drink some wine, undress Eddie all night and... “I want to go and I know you do too.”

“Besides, Maddie and Bobby went out of their way to make this gathering happen.” Eddie helps him button his shirt, leaves the same three buttons undone and puts a hand on his chest. “Well, surely all our friends have put in a lot of effort. And they want to see you, you're going to be the star today.” He pouts. He knows he's acting childish but the idea of having the attention of so many people is starting to feel suffocating.

“I don't want to be the star of anything.” He states as calmly as possible. Now it's not just that he doesn't want his friends to pay attention to him, it's all these unexplainable sensations that haunt him and he doesn't know how to explain. Because, what the hell is he going to tell everyone? That he feels like his house is a weird fusion of several previous homes? That ever since he woke up, he's been haunted by the nagging feeling that he doesn't belong here? That sometimes he thinks it's all a dream? The only thing he will achieve if he does this is to worry everyone and he can't afford to do that.

“Look, I promise when we come back we'll stop by that Italian restaurant you like so much and order a big lasagna for the two of us and watch a movie while we eat dinner and drink wine, how about that?”

“That sounds... like a perfect idea.” He repeats to himself that he won't pay attention to this, that he won't let anything ruin these beautiful moments. So he puts both hands on Eddie's shoulders and kisses him. He focuses on how sweet it feels, on how funny he thinks the small difference in their height is, on the love he feels for him that is more important than any stupid hunch he has. “Although I guess Chris will be the first to be upset that we'll exclude him from our plan. Do you think he wants to be all by himself in his room that long?”

“What?” Eddie looks confused but then smiles back. “That won't be a problem, remember this is the weekend Chris is going away with...”

“Dads!” Chris's voice from the living room stops Eddie in his tracks. “We're late! And I'm hungry!”

“We're coming, Superman!” Eddie replies and the two share a little laugh and perhaps the last kiss of the afternoon. “Come on, before our son starves to death.”

“Or worse, gets just as grumpy as you.” Eddie smiles at him, gives him a little punch on the arm and the two leave the room. He hopes this will be a perfectly carefree afternoon.

******************

“I'm starving.” Chris complains from the back seat as Eddie parks the jeep in front of Athena and Bobby's house. “Besides, we're late.” Now the complaint sounds much more trustworthy. “Everyone's already here.”

“I think you're forgetting that your dad is the star guest.” Eddie mutters as he turns off the car. “And we'll be eating soon, so please be patient.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

“Come on, Superman.” Buck interjects with a smile, the three of them take off their seat belts and start to get out of the car. “I know you're hungry but I'm sure Bobby has something ready and very tasty for you to eat right away.” He ruffles his hair a little and when Eddie is on his side the three of them walk towards the door.

Buck decides to ring the doorbell and for a few seconds he feels anxious and wants to run away. He doesn't know what to expect, he hasn't seen anyone for the last two weeks and... Now that he thinks about it, it's extremely rare.

At other times most of his friends would be more concerned about him, taking him to medical appointments, talking to him about work, bringing him food and spending as much time as possible with him. But these past two weeks the only people he's seen are Eddie, Chris, Carla and Dr. Reynolds. Which should be weird, right? Even though they're married that shouldn't change anything else. Even Maddie hasn't called or texted him a thousand times to check on him. He feels guilty that he didn't realize that sooner and now these thoughts, this big revelation, is having the same effect as the rooms in his house. Something doesn't add up. Something is not right. Something is different in a way he doesn't understand.

“Are you having second thoughts?” Eddie murmurs softly in his ear.

“We can still run away and...” He doesn't know how to finish the sentence, he would like to talk to Eddie about this but he knows it will be difficult. That ceases to matter because before he finishes the sentence Bobby opens the door and greets them with a big smile. He hugs Buck as if he has never seen him before in his life and although, at first it seemed a little strange to him, he enjoys this moment full of love.

“It's good to see you again, kid.” In his voice he finds joy but mostly pride. “I hope this is the last party I throw for you of this kind.”

“Are you wishing for me to be dead?” And even though Eddie laughs he knows he said something he shouldn't have. “I'm sorry Bobby, I didn't mean to...”

“Don't worry, since you're married to Eddie your humor has gotten darker.” The three of them go downstairs and they can see and hear all their friends scattered in the living room, kitchen, dining room and garden. “You know I mean I hope you don't have another accident and take care of yourself, right?”

“I know, Bobby, thank you.” Chris asks about food and Bobby takes him out to the garden where he is preparing hamburgers and hot dogs. Buck tries not to laugh and feels a warm feeling in his stomach. He loves that Chris is his son.

Their friends start to approach them,Hen and Karen greet them with a hug and chat with them until Maddie and Chim arrive with Jee-Yun who is asking for a hug from his favorite uncle. And he pretends not to be hurt when it turns out she wants to hug Eddie.

Athena and May don't take long to join them. May tells him how happy she is to see him well and how worried everyone was, as well as sending greetings from Michael, David and Harry. Athena, on the other hand, scolds him a lot, and although Eddie tries to lessen the situation, he ends up scolded as well. In the end she hugs him and tells him how worried and scared she was for him.

He starts to feel hungry, his friends slowly disperse to chat and eat among themselves. Chris is still with Bobby quite amused eating another hot dog and considers joining them. But before he can say anything to Eddie the doorbell rings and Isabel and Pepa arrive. They give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek when they see him. They talk about how worried they were, how things are in Texas, that Eddie's parents are worried too and, although they can't come this weekend, they will call Eddie to arrange another visit to Los Angeles.

When Eddie notices that Buck is feeling a little overwhelmed by so much attention he excuses them and brings him over to the garden to eat with Chris.

Bobby tells them about the job and also some anecdotes that surely they've all heard a hundred times.

If he's honest with himself, he'd rather be naked in bed right now with Eddie kissing every part of his body and reminding him how much he loves him, but this isn't so bad.

Everyone seems happy and relaxed, coming over to talk to him, reminisce about old times or make new plans in the future. Everything seems perfect.

Just as he is finishing his third hot dog, his parents arrive. And something so strange happens that it seems impossible. It's so absurd, because they do exactly the same thing as everyone else at the party, hug him, tell him how worried they were about him and, strangest of all, apologize for not being able to get there sooner.

He feels paralyzed, the weird feeling doesn't reach his body, which is good, but another emotion arrives that he can't name but only allows him to smile and stand there like a statue, which is bad because he gets weird looks from his parents and Eddie.

Eddie excuses them and takes Buck to a corner of the garden, they each have a beer in hand and Buck finishes his in one gulp.

“That was weird.” He admits, stifling the sudden urge to vomit.

”Yeah, way too much.” Eddie adds, taking a small sip of his beer.

”But I'm glad things have changed between us, apparently.”

“What are you talking about?” Eddie looks at him like he's grown a third eye in his forehead. “You were acting really weird with your parents.”

”But they were the ones who were acting weird with their loving attitude and apologizing to me!

“Buck, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.” Eddie seems more concerned than ever. “Don't you remember what your relationship with your parents is like?”

“Well, I try to repress it as best I can.” He doesn't smother his bitter laughter even though it's what he wanted to. “I guess I'm remembering this wrong, aren't I?” But the thing is, he knows he's not but for now he doesn't want to confront Eddie or see him more worried.

“Yeah, extremely.” Eddie looks for a few seconds in the direction of the party, mainly in the direction of his abuela, tía and Buck's parents who are listening intently to one of Chris' stories. “Maddie teases you all the time saying you're the favorite son.” He wants to laugh and scream at the same time, seriously, favorite son? This must be a bad joke from the universe. He no longer wants to ignore his hunches, the instincts that tell him, that scream at him that something is not as it should be. And he's quite tempted to break his own promise and confront Eddie right now, find out what the hell is going on here.

But he sees his brown eyes, his neatly combed hair, the lips he loves to kiss so much, and he makes up his mind to enjoy this a little longer. At least until they return home.

“Maybe I should talk to Dr. Reynolds on Monday, see if she can give me some exercises to improve my memory.”

“That's an excellent idea.” Eddie gives him a little kiss on the lips and doesn't know what he should feel. “I'm proud of you.”

“For not being able to remember absolutely nothing about my life and acting like a maniac?” His voice sounds more bitter than I expected. “I feel like such a bad son, brother, friend, husband and father right now.” It's not a lie, he doesn't know what the hell is happening to him but he knows something is not right with him or the world but something is different in a worse way.

“Hey, what did you say to me in the car?”

“That I was going to give you a kiss to buy you some time?” Eddie smiles at her and puts a hand on his shoulder.

“No, although I might need those five seconds for a better answer.” They both laugh and then Eddie kisses him again. Now he knows that all he wants Eddie's lips to produce in him is love and excitement.

“You told me.” Eddie begins in a sweet voice as they separate, his brown eyes looking at him calmly. “That every second by my side is a gift, that the most important thing of all is that you love me. And you also said that it didn't matter if you had ten more amnesias, you would always find a way to fall in love with me and now I'm telling you the same thing. I love you even if you don't remember a lot of things or even if your memory never fully returns.” Eddie drops his hand from his shoulder, runs quickly down his arm and takes his hand and he smiles. “And everyone here loves you too and I'm sure they'll understand that you're confused.”

“Thank you, darling.” He kisses him on the cheek and hugs him with his free hand. “I really needed to hear that.”

“I don't mean to brag, but I know what my husband needs, I know how to read his mind.”

“Oh yeah, what does he need now?” He raises his left eyebrow in a challenging and seductive way.

“He wants another hot dog with lots of mustard, a touch of ketchup and another beer.” He fails to hide his surprise. “I told you, I know what you need.” Eddie says nothing more to him and walks away from him, exchanges a few words with Bobby who starts working on a new hot dog and enters the house, most likely for the beer.

“Dad!” Chris' voice brings him back to reality, his son happily approaches. “Want some ice cream? Aunt Maddie will bring me some of our favorite.”

“I'd love some, son.” It's possibly the first time he's called him that since he woke up from the accident and Chris smiles so big it forces him to smile too. “But your papá will get me a beer and another hot dog.”

“Okay, I'll tell Aunt Maddie.”

“Hold on, son.” The smile doesn't disappear from Chris's face. “I'll tell Maddie in a minute, don't worry.”

“Is something wrong?”

“No, I just want to spend time with my favorite son.” Buck ruffles his hair and Chris laughs. “I feel like I haven't seen much of you today. What do you want to do when we get home?”

“Buck, I'm not coming home today, remember?” He hears the doorbell but decides not to pay attention to it, he remembers Eddie telling him something similar but doesn't understand why Chris suddenly won't come home tonight.

“Why? Do you have a sleepover?”

“No, Buck, today...”

“Hey, stranger!” He freezes, blinks rapidly and tries to breathe as calmly as possible but doesn't do well. “It's good to see you safe and sound, I don't even want to imagine how Eddie would be if something happened to you.” The woman in front of him looks at him, she's waiting for an answer but instead puts a hand on his shoulder. “Is everything all right? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

And the problem is, maybe he's seeing it.

“Don't make fun of him” Eddie stands next to her and takes his hand, the woman moves a little away and continues to analyze them carefully. He can't articulate words, his brain can't comprehend what he's seeing and his heart is almost as fast as his breathing. “Are you okay, amor?” He hadn't noticed that Eddie is holding the beer and Bobby seems to be finishing his hot dog. He wants to run away. “Do you need some water?”

“I want the beer.” He takes a long swig and the three of them look at him like he's crazy and, honestly, he thinks he is.

“I hope you're the one who will drive home, Edmundo.” Eddie smiles.

“Don't worry Shannon, I'm taking care of him as best I can.” Hearing her name doesn't make this feel any more real or make him feel any less stupid, confused and weird.

“Are we going to the movies, Mom?” Chris asks with a smile.

“Whatever you want to do, son.” There is a sweetness in her voice that seems unfamiliar to him. “Go say goodbye, I want to talk to your dads.”

“Ok.” The three of them watch as Chris enters the house and when he is far enough away, Shannon turns and looks at Buck puzzled but says nothing.

“Shannon.” That's all he says, pronouncing her name is so strange for a reason he can't quite figure out.

“Buck.” She says it in a more playful tone and smiles. “You're acting so weird, is everything okay?”

“No!” He finally explodes, screams at the top of his lungs, everyone seems to be looking at them, Eddie puts a hand on his chest and whispers something in his ear that he can't quite understand.

“Why?, Did I do something to you?” And right now he hates her, why does she have to be so kind and nice right now, why can't she yell at him too, why are such weird things happening right now?

“You're supposed to be dead!” He screams with rage and everything goes black.

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #edmundo eddie diaz #eddie díaz #911 show #911 fox

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5+1 Fics

5 Times Eddie Chooses the Left Side of the Bed, 1 Time He Chooses the Right

5+1 buddie. For some reason, not established buddie, Buck and Eddie share a bed. Buck thinks Eddie likes the left side, so he’s confused when one day Eddie takes the right side. Turns out Eddie's preference is putting himself between Buck and the door as some attempt to keep him from potential harm

Six Different Ways To Mark Your Territory

Or "5 times Eddie was a possessive bastard, and Buck (being the oblivious puppy he is) didn't notice. And the one time he couldn’t help but notice."

Three Impossible Words

The first time Buck says 'I love you', it's unexpected and unbidden. Eddie can't say it back, not yet, but hopefully his actions say it for him. Or, 5 times Buck says 'I love you' and the 1 time Eddie finally says it.

Expect a Thousand More

[5 times Buck calls Eddie and 1 time Eddie calls Buck]

whenever you call me, i'll be there

five times chris calls buck, and the one time buck calls chris

maybe love won't let you down

five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

all 4 nothing (i'm so in love)

five times eddie falls in love with buck just a little more and one time buck realizes he's in love, too.

And I'm Like Dropping Hints I Know My Son Is Gay Married

5 times Ramon gently hints he wants to meet his son's husband + 1 time he's more direct

to find a forever home

5 times Buck lived with a member of the 118 and the 1 time he found his forever home

things you don't say reach me somehow anyway

Eddie tells the family he chose how much they mean to him. All of them except one.

The Words That Mean A Lot

5 times people told Buck they loved him + 1 time someone tells him they're in love with him

The Secret To True Happiness

5 times Buck reads a self help book that doesn’t help and one time he doesn’t need a book to get what he needs

All you had to do was ask.

The five times Buck pretends not to speak Spanish. And the one time he's done pretending.

please don't leave (I'm running out of ways to tell you)

5 times Buck is scared Eddie will leave + 1 time Eddie makes sure Buck knows he's not going anywhere

Second Place Medal

the 5 times some one came before Buck to Eddie, and the 1 time he was finally first.

I'm Already Here (and I Won't Leave Now)

5 times Buck doesn't realize he and Eddie are dating + the 1 time he figures it out

5 Times Eddie Diaz was a Topic at the 118 and One Time he met the 118

5+1, Married Buddie, Boxer Eddie, Hidden Relationship, Meet the Firefam

Impressions Of You

Five times Buck showed up at his neighbours Eddie’s house and one time Eddie showed up at his.

9 Times Buck and Eddie Got The Shovel Talk + The One Time They Realized Why

“Are you giving me the shovel talk?” “Yeah, that’s what Hen called it,” Chris nodded. “A shovel talk is to tell the people that are dating your loved ones that you will keep them safe."

On Paper, Perfect

Five times Ana tried to ingratiate herself into Eddie Diaz's family unit and failed. Plus one time Eddie realised his family was already complete without her.

Feel Your Heartbeat In My Hands

The five times Buck reached out to feel Eddie's heart beat and the one time Eddie reached out.

Remember that time I saved your life?

the one where Buck isn't a firefighter but he is just as accident and danger prone, causing a lot of funny and sometimes sad incidents. These are the different times Eddie and his team have to help him and then one time Buck helps Eddie.

Proposals

5 times Buck says no, and 1 time he says yes

Unconditionally

Five times Buck goes to Bobby and Athena while he's upset + one time he goes to them with good news.

i think you're my best friend

5 times eddie tells buck he loves him and means it and the 1 time buck understands what he's finally been saying all along

Don’t spoil him because you feeling guilty (just love him how you really mean it)

5 times Eddie tries to understand why Buck spoils Chris more than ever after his coma, and 1 time Buck tells him why

Just go with it

The 5 times someone thinks Buck is Christopher's dad + the 1 time it's official

All those times that you didn’t leave

five times Buck thought Eddie would leave, and the one time he knew he would stay.

Last updated: 10/5/23

#buckley diaz family #buddie 911 #buddie #eddie diaz #imagine prompts #evan buck buckely #evan buckley x eddie diaz #eddie diaz x evan buckley #evan buckley #911 on fox

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bisexualbuck · 4 years

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My 911 Fic Writing Masterlist

(Last edited May 28th 2021)

I’ve finally decided to do a masterpost of all my writing for the show 911 which is the fandom I’ve written the most for. There are 33 fics in this post, holy crap.

(If anyone is interested, I’ve also written for Star Trek AOS, Leverage, the MCU, among many other fandoms.)

As a general note, I’ll say most of my fics have Buddie elements and I also try to have at least one Firefam moment. Also, please check each fic’s warnings.

This is going to be long so most of it will be under a read more.

Last thing, please! If you like any of these stories, please consider leaving a comment and reblogging this post.

Multi Chapter

Reaching In The Dark | 38.7k

It all started innocent enough but Buck can no longer deny it.

He has a stalker.

Someone so obsessed with him that they would spend hours and hours following him, unnoticed, taking pictures of him, taking notes of his habits.

But life has been so good lately, and Buck doesn’t want to worry anyone. So he tells no one about it, he can deal with it on his own.

Leave My Body | 23k

"Do you want to see how it could have been? You are so sure you've been a burden on everyone you've ever met, but I can show you the truth."

Buck dies but it's not the end.

(Inspired by the movie It's a Wonderful Life)

Encore | 20.1k

“I’m going insane.”

“Did something happen?”

A dark, bitter laugh bubbles out of Buck – a mockery of joy.

“Everything keeps happening, and it’s still the same fucking day. It’s always the same and every time it’s different and I can’t do anything.”

Buck keeps reliving the same day, over and over again.

Hurt/Comfort

Death, Be Not Proud | 10.1k

There are moments barge loudly into your life and, even as you’re going through them, you know they will change everything.

There are other moments that happen quietly, unnoticed, and it’s only afterwards that you know, looking back, that they have changed your life.

When the 118 is called to a decrepit house, they don’t think much of it.

Yet this will change their lives forever.

Silent Storm | 4.4k

Buck wakes up in the hospital.

Except he can't move. He can't speak.

But he can hear everything.

Dying Of The Light | 4.1k

If Purgatory was a place on Earth, it would be a hospital waiting room.

Buck is in a coma, brain-dead - or so that's what the doctors say anyway.

(Silent Storm told from the Firefam's POV)

No Kingdom To Come | 8k

Days pass, then weeks that soon turn into months. Buck doesn’t call, he doesn’t text.

They don’t even know if he is still alive.

Maddie files a missing person’s report. Athena checks for any mention of his name anywhere in the country.

Nothing pops up, no one calls.

Buck is gone.

The Courage To Heal | 1.4k

He remembers her perfume. Thick, flowery – it makes him retch.

Why does he remember her perfume? Every time he smells anything like it, he wants to throw up, he wants to rush in the shower and try to wash away the stink of it.

Why can’t he move on?

He’s had sex with countless people over the years, especially back in his Buck 1.0 days, so why does that encounter remain? Why does it make him sick?

Why does he feel so ashamed?

Buck opens up about Dr Wells, the therapist from season 1.

The Loneliness Never Left Me | 2k

“Buck is afraid he is gonna end up like Red, without friends, without family. He thinks the job is the only thing he’ll ever have and that he’ll always be alone.”

Silence falls around them, heavy and suffocating.

“We need to show him that he’s got us."

“Not show him,” Chim says. “Tell him.”

Forever Day | 2k

The man pulls a gun out.

He aims it at Buck’s head.

“If you take another step I will blast your brains on the ground."

Hollow | ~300

Bobby on the day of his late wife and kids’ deaths, with Athena by his side.

Those Days | ~600

A look into Eddie and Christopher having a bad day made better by having each other.

Little Hope | ~500

A moment of support between two friends, Karen and Eddie, as Hen lays unconscious in a hospital bed.

Firefam Feels

Alone Again | 1.2k

Post S04E04

After standing up for himself to his parents, Buck feels hollow.

He isn't sure how he finds himself at Athena and Bobby's home, but maybe that's exactly where he needs to be.

Make It Three | 3.2k

It takes him twenty full minutes to realize what he has said, and then it hits him like a goddamn freight train.

Oh no. Oh no.

Buck just hung up on the phone on Athena Grant telling her that he loved her like he’s been doing it every day of his life.

Oh no.

Buck slips up and tells Athena he loves her. He has a bit of a freak out.

Words Unsaid | 2.2k

“What’s going on?” Bobby and Buck say in unison.

“You two,” Athena announces, “are going to talk things out.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Buck says, like a liar. “Everything is fine.”

Buck overhears Bobby say that he's not his kid. He doesn't take it very well.

Lay You Down | 2k

Buck is sick and can't be left alone in his feverish state, but everyone is working.

Everyone but Athena.

That Which We Carry | 2.1k

Bobby stops in his tracks.

Buck is sitting on the ground, next to his own car, his keys and phone forgotten next to him. His breathing is loud and short and he has his head in his hands so that his face is hidden.

He’s having a panic attack.

To Be Loved, To Belong | 3.1k

5 times Buck almost tells his family what they mean to him.

+1 time he does.

Buried | 2.3k

It’s supposed to be a simple call.

Of course, everything goes wrong.

Just As It Was | 2.3k

After the lawsuit, Buck overworks himself trying to prove his worth to the team.

One day, he pushes too far.

Sunlight | ~500

The Buckley siblings have a bet about what Maddie and Chim’s kid’s first word will be.

Family Matters | ~500

A look into the future at Bobby’s retirement party.

Humor & Fluff

Freedom In Love | 1.1k

“You can’t keep ignoring this,” Maddie says – again.

She says it a lot. His answer is pretty much always the same.

“Actually, I can. And I think I will. This is working great for me so far. It’s like Schrödinger’s confession, if I don’t say anything, Eddie can’t reject me.”

Green Heart | 3k

Buck starts seeing a man.

Eddie worries he is being a bigot, because the idea of Buck kissing another man makes him want to punch someone.

What else could it be?

The Most Perfect Moment | 1.7k

After Shannon, Eddie never thought that he would ever want to get married again.

Yet, a little red box lays in his pocket until the perfect moment to propose comes around.He has been carrying it for weeks now, waiting.

He wants his proposal to be perfect because he knows that this is the last time he will ever be asking this question. Buck is it for him. There will never be anyone else.

Blame It On Chimney | 1k

“So anyway, that’s how Chimney saw me full-on naked.”

Eddie chokes on his beer.

How It Looks | ~400

Someone is back to haunt Chim. Well, not exactly someone. Hen is tired.

The Rest Of Our Lives | ~500

One night, one conversation that changes everything between Buck and Eddie.

Tumblr Prompts

lover, be good to me | 7.1k

This is a collection of unrelated prompts first posted on my tumblr.

(Summary of each story in the first chapter's notes)

Eddie touching Buck’s birthmark | ~300

Eddie in a relationship is a clingy Eddie | ~200

Halloween at the station | ~500

Buck & Maddie being their cute selves | ~400

Misc.

from the bottom i come running | 3.7k

Co-written with the endlessly talented ksmalltalk / @letitialewiss

Crossover with Lone Star.

Just a soccer match for charity and two men cheering on their boyfriends.

Wait, no. Eddie and Buck are not dating, no matter what Chim and Hen can say.

In the stands, Eddie befriends TK whose boyfriend is playing alongside Buck. Out on the pitch, Buck and Carlos are a force to be reckoned with.

Oh, and someone gets hurt.

safe inside | 5.6k

Co-written with the biggest-brained and most talented chasingobligion / @starlightbuck

World-famous actor TK Strand and his bodyguard Carlos find themselves seeking shelter from fans and paparazzi in a bakery Carlos knows very well.

Baking leads to a few life changes.

Breathe You In | 2k

Eddie can’t stop staring.

This selfie is going to be the death of him.Buck is shirtless, and giving the camera an intense look that leaves Eddie panting.

Buck sends a picture that tips their relationship into something new.

#911 #911 fic #buddie #firefam #evan buckley #eddie diaz #my writing #this took me FOREVER #it's also about to kill my computer because tumblr is lagging so much so i'm just gonna post #if there is an issue with the links or something else please reach out to me thanks!!#and please reblog and comment if you like my writing!!#i might come out of fic writing hiatus at some point soonish #edited

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austin’s 911 / buddie fic rec

[ long post, so all fics are under the cut ]

tags: @michaelgrantnash , @bisexualbuck , @terryjeffordss

﹂cause love is whatever we want it to be by wafflesofdoom

summary: "he and buck, there was a sort of an inevitability to their relationship that scared eddie to his core, sometimes – but more and more now, he was realising that his fear was holding him back from something amazing.he –well, eddie was going to sweep buck off his feet."

personal opinion: there’s this line – ‘falling for you just felt inevitable’ –that just stuck with me. this is one of those fics that i’ll probably still be thinking about years from now.

﹂the ivory keys by tkreyesevandiaz

summary: buck didn’t think he’d come back to this one thing again. as a kid, he’d crashed into the habit like a beautiful accident. he’d stumbled upon the old instrument in the guest house where his parents usually held brunches and parties for other aristocrats in their circles, at age eight. after hearing the reverberating sound from the keys, it became an obsession to learn.

personal opinion: very very very sweet. i literally had dreams about this fic after i read it.

﹂encore by pline

summary: “I’m going insane.”

“Did something happen?”

A dark, bitter laugh bubbles out of Buck – a mockery of joy.

“Everything keeps happening, and it’s still the same fucking day. It’s always the same and every time it’s different and I can’t do anything.”

Buck keeps reliving the same day, over and over again.

personal opinion: oh my GOD oh my god i love time loops. the angst !!! (make sure you read the tags though for tw)

﹂knocking on heaven’s door by MomentsOfWeakness

summary: buck isn’t sure where he is. the last thing he remembers was being out on a call. now he’s here, in a place he has never seen before surrounded by people he doesn't know. it's bright. that's all he can really tell.

based on a tumblr prompt where someone asked for buck and chris both ending up in purgatory at the same time before they ever met in life. buck has a ticket back to the living world but he gives it to chris who is supposed to die. an old man, seeing what buck did for chris, decides to give his own ticket for the living world to buck, because the world needs more people like him.

personal opinion: i included this on an old fic rec post and i’m linking it again because i love it. this is so poetic and lovely.

﹂eddie begins by malmal88

summary: these are words he’s never spoken out loud before. each experience that counts as proof has been folded up and carefully tucked away inside of himself. he spent all the time in between each one of the cornerstone moments trying to prove to himself, to his father, to anyone who was paying attention that it wasn’t true. he was almost successful at it. but there is only so long you can deny who you are.

personal opinion: this is part of a three fic series, and it’s one of my fav eddie centric fics. all three together are a masterpiece.

﹂i’ll see you in my dreams by talk_too_much

summary: in which buck finds himself inexplicably married to his best friend, but it’s fine, he’s figuring it out.

personal opinion: this is part one of a two fic series, definitely read both of them. not much i can say plot wise without spoiling it, but this is a fic that i come back too a lot.

﹂it wasn’t fate that led me to you by theskyisblue

summary: evan buckley was seven years old when his vision for the red string of fate came to life. his mother had talked with him for hours that day, explaining to him what he saw, why he saw what he saw, and how he should never breathe a word to a single soul about what he saw. he was still too young to understand that the red string of fate was more complicated than his seven-year-old mind made it out to be, that love was far more complex than a simple fated partner and a happily ever after.

personal opinion: oh it’s got a Moral at the end, which i like. happy ending, but not in the way you’d think.

﹂carnations by red_to_black

summary: evan buckley has never once been given flowers in his life. that is, until he mentions it in a fit of self-pity at the firehouse. then they're everywhere. what he can't work out is where they're coming from.

(or: buck mentions never getting flowers before, and a certain someone decides to remedy that.)

personal opinion: one of those fics where it’s so cute that i have to set my phone down for a sec and take a few breaths or else i’ll get overwhelmed. love love love.

﹂kiss me like you mean it by HaleyDingle

summary: 5 times eddie kisses buck + 1 time he really kisses him.

personal opinion: i think i’ve reread this like five times at least. very sweet.

﹂stick with you by soft_satan

summary: eddie licked his dry lips as he reached for his radio, trying to keep his movements slow and delicate to prevent any more damage to himself or buck.

“Diaz to Captain Nash.”

“Go for Nash,” came Bobby’s quick reply.

“You two okay? Where are you?”

“We’re in a bit of a sticky situation here…”

“We’re a shish kabob, Cap!” Buck chimed in. Eddie rolled his eyes.

personal opinion: oooh babey the angst. the self sacrificing bullshit. i love it.

﹂to glimpse red by tkreyesevandiaz

summary: red was the color of passion, of seduction, of happiness and prosperity. it was the color of danger, of fire, of violence, of blood. but in this moment, red was the color of pure terror.

personal opinion: oh im a slut for navy seals!buck and this delivers.

﹂the urgency of now by wayfarer

summary: buck is pretty sure the universe is actively trying to murder him at this point. there’s just no other explanation. in the last two years he has been blown up and subsequently crushed by a fire truck, suffered from a pulmonary embolism, nearly drowned in a tsunami and now this. how many times can he almost die before it stops being an accident and starts being some kind of cosmic hit put out on his life?

or, a building collapses on Buck and Eddie. confessions ensue.

personal opinion: i don’t usually cry when i read fics but this made me cry like a little baby.

﹂if i didn’t have you by rebeccaofsbfarm

summary: Eddie groans, but he gets down on his knee, setting their beers on the pavement. He works to unknot the laces, then ties them again. He goes to stand, but Buck stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Eddie…” he looks up to see that Buck’s eyes are the size of dinner plates. He leans on his knee, trying to understand why Buck is so flustered, and then he hears the shutter of a camera. In his peripheral, he sees that a crowd has gathered around them, and half of the people have their phones out, recording.

Eddie’s eyes connect with Buck’s, and while he is panicked, Buck is trying so hard not to laugh that there are tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. The crowd must see it and misread it as Buck being overcome with emotion, because they coo in response.

“Fuck,” Eddie curses under his breath, quiet enough that only Buck can hear him. “What do I do here?”

Buck snorts, “Sorry man, I think you’ve got to commit now.”

personal opinion: fuck dating we’re skipping straight to proposals.

﹂waves (it comes and goes) by SunSpell80

summary: evan buckley left his past behind when he left home for good at age 19. but an unexpected phone call on a quiet shift disrupts the life he's built for himself: forcing him to confront his past in order to build a new future.

personal opinion: make sure you read the tws but oooOOh the slowburn ? the family drama ? i live for it

﹂you’re gonna have a great time by waytotheend

summary: chris leaves a list of 20 things buck can do to cheer eddie up while he's at camp; somehow it turns into a 20 steps plan to woo eddie.

personal opinion: ‘i don’t know buck, i’m nine’ sends me every time.

#fic recs #911 fics #911 fox #fic rec #allie talks #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #this is much longer than i intended #and im sure im forgetting some #fics

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nighting-gale17 · 4 years

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I was wondering if you'd be interested in a prompt I've been thinking about. (So buck isn't a firefighter never was, but eddie is and he gets excepted to 118 at the same time he does in the show. And over little conversions the firefam has with eddie they release that he is married to a guy named buck and has a disabled kid). Bonus points for British buck because I live like two blocks away from were oliver stark grow up, my older sister went to school with him

Thanks for this prompt! It was really cute and tbh I had a lot of fun writing it! So basically, in this fic buck never joined the 118 and tommy is still on the team. Hope you enjoy it!

Feel free to send me more prompts you guys :) I love writing these

5 times eddie mentioned buck and 1 time the team met him in person

[1]

The first time Eddie mentioned his husband was when he first met the team and Chimney caught a glimpse of the black band with a red line on his left hand.

“Hey, man, you married?” Chimney had asked, a curious look on his face.

Hen watched as a lovestruck smile spread across Eddie’s face and he nodded, voice proud as he responded, “Yeah. Going on seven years, now.”

“Wow. Pretty impressive.” Tommy let out a low whistle. “You’ll have to bring her around some time, man.”

“Uh, him. Actually.” Eddie corrected, a nervous yet defensive tone to his voice.

Hen felt a grin spread over her face as she clapped him on the shoulder. “Even better, then. My wife would love to meet the two of you.”

At that, Eddie’s entire stance visibly relaxed and his smile turned genuine. “He’d probably like that.” He perked up even more when Tommy asked if he had any pictures and wasted no time in whipping out his phone and fondly showing off a few pictures of their happy little family.

[2]

The second time Eddie mentioned his husband was when the earthquake hit. Hen had already gotten ahold of her wife and been reassured both her and Denny were safe in the house, just a little shaken up. Eddie had been staring at his phone while they sat in the ladder truck, eyebrows furrowed together in worry.

“Everything okay?” Hen asked, shouting to be heard above the roar of the engine and the sirens blaring through the air.

“Yeah.” Eddie glanced up briefly before staring back down at his phone. “Just trying to get through to my husband.”

“I’m sure he’s fine.” Hen reassured him. “The phone lines are probably just too busy for anyone to get through them.”

He gave her a small smile but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Where’s he supposed to be?” she asked, because some buildings in LA are more earthquake-resistant than others.

“At school with our son,” he said after a minute, his smile softening a little. “He’s a special education elementary school teacher.”

“The school buildings here in LA are the safest place your family could be,” Hen promised as the ladder truck came to an abrupt stop outside of a high-rise. “They remodeled all of them a couple years back. They’re practically indestructible.”

“Thanks, Hen.” Eddie gave her a small smile, looking a little less tense than he had moments before.

“Anytime, Eddie. You’re part of the team, now.” she gave him a cheeky grin before she hopped out of the truck to survey the damage done by the earthquake.

[3]

“Hey, Bobby, can I talk to you for a second?”

Bobby glanced up to see Eddie standing on the other side of the counter, looking a little nervous. “Sure kid,” he put the bowl of meat he had been working on for dinner to the side and wiped his hands off in the sink. “What do you need?”

“I know I’ve only been working here for a few months,” Eddie began, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I was wondering if I could take a few days off in a couple weeks.”

“Is everything okay?” Bobby asked with a small frown. It was a little unusual for Eddie to make this request—he hadn’t taken a single sick day since he started, much less ask for a day off.

“Yeah, no, everything’s great.” He smiled a little sheepishly. “It’s my husband and mine’s wedding anniversary coming up and I wanted to take him someplace special for the weekend. If you can’t give me the time off, I understand,” Eddie rushed to continue, that nervous look reappearing in his eyes. “I know I haven’t exactly been here long enough to—”

Bobby raised his hand, cutting Eddie off in the middle of his ramble. “Take the time off, Eddie,” he replied with a fond smile. His heart ached for a minute when he thought about his own wedding anniversary—how excited he always was to spend the day with his wife every year.

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief and gave Bobby a bright grin. “Thanks, Bobby. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” Bobby’s smile turned mischievous. “You can thank me by helping me get the rest of dinner ready for the crew.”

“Yes, sir.” Eddie laughed, rolling up the sleeves of his uniform and joining Bobby behind the kitchen counter.

[4]

“So, Hen, you and Karen are going to be— what?” Tommy asked one day, tossing a bite of popcorn into his mouth and grinning proudly when he caught it.

“We’re going to be Sally and Jack Skellington.” Hen informed them, a small smile on her face. “Denny is going to be the skelly-dog, Zero.”

“Chim and I are going baseball players.”

Chimney felt his cheeks flush hotly at the thought of the costumes Tommy had shown him the other day. He was never going to hear the end of it after the part, but, fuck, he had to admit they both looked hot in them.

“What about you, Eddie?” Tommy asked, craning his neck back to peer at Eddie sitting in the reading chair to his left. “What are you and your boo dressing up as?”

“Well, Christopher has been on a Pirates of the Caribbean kick recently,” Eddie admitted, a small smile on his face. “So we’re going as pirates. Buck is, as usual, going all out with this. He started seeing the costumes almost two months ago.”

“He’s sewing them?” Chimney asked curiously, a little impressed.

“Yeah.” Eddie’s gaze softened as he spoke. “He volunteers on the weekend at the children’s hospital to dress up as superheroes to cheer them up. He makes all his own costumes because he insists it’s cheaper for him to make them himself then buy it on the internet.”

Chimney let out a low whistle. “Damn, Eddie. Did you marry a Disney prince or something?”

Eddie let out a groan at that, a smile pulling at his lips. “Don’t say that around him—he’ll start getting ideas.”

[5]

Tommy loves Thanksgiving.

He loved other holidays as well (Christmas held a particularly special place in his heart) but at Thanksgiving, there was so much food.

“I’m telling you, man, stuffing is one of the best dishes.” Tommy insisted, twisting and turning to look at Chimney for back up.

“It’s good.” His boyfriend acknowledged though it lacked enthusiasm. “My favorite is the turkey, though.” he shot Tommy an apologetic look.

“That reminds me,” Bobby cut in before Tommy could reply. “You’re all invited to our home for Thanksgiving this year. Athena insisted and it would be nice to be with everyone outside of work.”

“Yes!” Tommy replied immediately. “We’ll be there. Athena makes the best stuffing…” he sighed, his mouth-watering slightly just at the thought of the sergeant’s cooking.

“You can count us in too, Cap.” Hen answered with a small smile.

“What about you, Eddie?” Bobby asked, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel as he finished washing up the dishes.

“I would love to, Bobby, but Buck and I are hosting my family for Thanksgiving,” he said apologetically. “Buck tends to go a little overboard on holidays. He didn’t have the best childhood growing up so holidays are always a little extravagant at our house.”

“How extravagant?” Chimney asked curiously, his curiosity only growing when Eddie’s smile turned sheepish and he ducked his head.

“Well, I have a lot of family, so we usually have to end up cooking at least two turkeys, not to mention the side dishes. My abuela usually comes over to help but Buck refuses to let me into the kitchen.” he rolled his eyes fondly. “He practically takes over our kitchen for the entire day.”

“Remind me to send you my mashed potatoes recipe,” Bobby told Eddie, a small smile on his face. “I guarantee it’ll make his life a lot easier if he follows that.”

“Thanks, Cap!” Eddie shared his smile. “Mashed potatoes are his favorite so I think he’ll enjoy it.”

“Okay, but, onto the more important question.” Tommy broke in, face serious. “Does he make stuffing?”

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The first time Hen actually got to meet Eddie’s husband, Evan, or Buck, as they’ve been told he prefers to be called, it was at the annual Christmas party in the station. She’d been chatting with Karen about what color to paint the nursery when she spotted Eddie walking up the stairs with an, admittedly gorgeous, man at his side with an eye-catching birthmark on his left eye and a young boy on his shoulders.

“Eddie!” Hen greeted, smiling as he walked towards them in the kitchen and placed a casserole dish on the counter.

“Hey Hen, Karen.” He smiled, leaning forward and hugging Hen’s wife and placing a friendly kiss on her cheek. “You look radiant.”

Oh no, Hen thought to herself, watching as Karen blinked back tears and hugged Eddie tightly before she let him go. She was extremely emotional from the pregnancy and any time someone complimented her while she was pregnant she just about started bawling. It was as endearing as it was embarrassing.

“This is my husband, Evan, and our son, Christopher.” Eddie introduced them, a proud look in his eyes and a fond smile on his face.

“Hello. It’s lovely to finally meet you both.” Buck said, a friendly smile on his face.

Oh. OH.

If Hen wasn’t so gay she might’ve swooned.

“You’re British?” Karen asked, a note of surprise in her voice.

Buck’s smile turned shy. “I grew up in London—that’s where I met Eddie, when he was overseas during his first deployment.” he turned and looked at Eddie with a lovesick expression on his face. “We kept in touch and started dating when he was on his second deployment. Then I moved here to LA with him.”

“That’s so romantic.” Karen sniffled, leaning her head against Hen’s shoulder.

“Papa, cookies!” Christopher tapped on the side of Buck’s face, pointing to the decorated sugar cookies laying out on the table.

“Yeah, I see them, buddy.” Buck laughed, reaching up to grab Christopher and set him on the ground. “But you can’t have any cookies until after dinner, remember?” he crouched down and stage whispered into his ear, glancing up at Eddie. “But you and I can split one when your dad isn’t looking.”

Christopher nodded, giggling into his hand before Buck led them away, exaggeratedly checking to see if Eddie was looking before nabbing a cookie off the counter and scurrying away towards the couches where the rest of the team was gathered.

“He’s cute,” Hen told Eddie. “Like a puppy.”

Eddie’s reply was lovesick. “Yeah, he is, isn’t he?”

#911 #911 fox #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck #christopher diaz #hen wilson #howie han #bobby nash #911 au #i love these two dorks

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harleykeenerdeservesbetter · 4 years

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You still want prompts? What about a little fic of sometime in the future Buck referring to Bobby as his newborn son/daughters grandfather. Cos we all know it will happen. Or like a 5+1 fic of Others referring to them as father and son

@the-wardrobeintocamelot : Buck accidentally calls Bobby “dad.” Bobby walks Buck down the aisle at the Buddie wedding.

Anonymous: prompt request - married buddie having another baby (surrogate or adoption)

@evansdiaz : I just realised that I’m not following you, which shocked me ‘cause I absolutely love your writing!! if it’s okay, could you please maybe write something like when Bobby helped Buck get ready for his date with Abby, but now it’s his wedding day with Eddie that he’s helping him get ready for, please? maybe with a bit of nervous/anxious Buck and Bobby being a supportive, proud Dad?

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Thank you so much! I decided to combine some prompts, hope that’s okay!

This one took longer than most so I hope you like it!

Contains spoilers for 3x09 !!!

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“Buck? You alright?” Bobby asked, eyeing the youngest team member as he pulled on his LAFD jacket over his uniform, attempting to bury himself in the material. Bobby knew there had been something off about him since the beginning of the shift and he wanted to get to the bottom of it. He definitely didn’t miss the slight shadowing underneath his eyes or the slight shake of his hands as he fiddled with the jacket sleeves.

Buck looked up quickly, zipping up his jacket as his eyes met his Captain’s. “Oh yeah, fine,” he assured with a quick nod that had Bobby raising an eyebrow.

“You sure?” Bobby asked, obviously not giving in to his assurances right away because he had known Buck long enough to be able to see right through them. “You can talk to me if there’s something bothering you, you know,” he assured gently, features softening automatically as he spoke.

“I know,” Buck sighed, trying to distract himself by putting his hands in his jacket pockets and looking at the ground, avoiding Bobby’s penetrating gaze.

“Why don’t you come over tomorrow night after our shift? I’ll cook dinner and we’ll get everyone together, kids too, and all just hang out. I think it’ll be good for everyone to let off some steam,” Bobby suggested, keeping his tone light and trying to entice Buck to look up. He smiled softly when he succeeded, Buck’s gaze rising as he smiled.

“Yeah, that sounds nice, I’d love that,” he smiled softly, nodding along with a newfound energy in his form.

“Alright, it’s all set then, I’ll let everyone else know,” Bobby smiled, stepping forward to give Buck a firm clap on the shoulder, squeezing it subtly. “For now though, try and get some sleep before the next call,” he advised gently. “You look tired, kid,” he added in a softer tone, knowing Buck wouldn’t want people to hear, nor would he want to admit it. While Bobby’s tone was soft, it also left no room for argument.

“That’s probably a good idea,” Buck relented with a slight nod of his own, glancing over at the door to the bunks. His gaze drifted to the right and he caught sight of Eddie walking down the stairs with Chimney, both of them stuck in conversation but Eddie’s eyes still met his for a moment.

Unbeknownst to the boys, Bobby’s gaze flickered between both of them, a knowing glint in his eyes as a smirk overtook his face. When he saw Buck’s shoulders sag and his body relax, he contemplated sending Eddie to the bunks to rest too. He decided against it when he realized that Chimney would likely decide to follow and Buck really wouldn’t get any sleep because they would be talking. Not wanting to freak Buck out by letting him know he caught him staring, he lightly laughed to bring his attention back to him. “You’re zoning out Buckaroo, you should really try and get some rest,” he advised again, playing off Buck’s blatant staring for loss of attention. He saw the blush that crept up Buck’s neck and how he nodded a bit bashfully, obviously knowing Bobby had seen him staring and grateful that he didn’t choose to bring it up just then. Bobby knew he would come to him about it in time and he didn’t want to push, especially when Buck looked five seconds away from falling asleep standing.

“Oh, yeah, um, you’re right,” Buck nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat and glancing at Eddie one last time before looking back to Bobby. He smiled softly at the man before nodding in departure, turning on his heel with his hands still in his jacket pockets and walking towards the bunks.

Bobby frowned as he watched him go, his features taut in the way they generally got when he was deep in contemplation. He noted the way Buck’s shoulders slumped and how he walked a bit slower than usual, details that were very out of character for their Buckaroo.

“You know if you think any harder we might need to call 911,” Hen quipped with a light tone, coming up beside Bobby and leaning forward a bit to see his line of sight, letting out a resounding ah when she saw just who he was looking at.

Bobby turned his head to look at her, then back to the bunk area, before landing on her permanently. “I’m just worried about him, Hen,” he sighed, “he doesn’t look like he’s sleeping well.”

“A ladder truck fell on his leg, he suffered a pulmonary embolism, and was in the middle of a tsunami,” Hen listed easily, lowering her tone in sympathy, “I think nightmares might become a prerequisite at that point.”

“I just want him to know he can talk to me,” Bobby sighed, the action using his whole body.

Hen smiled softly at him and nodded faintly in understanding, letting the words hover in the air for a moment before she spoke. “He knows that, Bobby,” she assured. “You’re practically the kids father, of course he knows that,” she said more confidently, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Look, Buck he’s- he’s stubborn when it comes to these things, you know that,” she began gently with a sigh. “He’s always looking out for everyone else but never himself, it’s just how he is, hell, how he’s always been,” she laughed softly before turning serious again. “He might not be ready to talk about things right now, but I can assure you Bobby, he knows,” she said strongly, catching his gaze and holding it to drive her point home. “He’ll come around when he’s ready and it might not be to you or me,” she said, nodding her head to the side slightly and Bobby knew exactly who she was talking about without her having to say it. “What matters though is that he knows that he has all of us, that he has you no matter what,” she finished, giving his shoulder a pat and pulling back with a satisfied smile.

“Thanks Hen,” Bobby said, a smile etching its way onto his own face as he looked at her in gratitude. He nodded to himself resignedly, knowing he could only be there for Buck and had to let him come to him when he was ready.

“Of course,” Hen smiled triumphantly before movement caught her eye and she turned her head to see Eddie look around the station in confusion before making his way towards the bunks. “Like I said, it might not be us that he opens up to first,” she said, a coy and suggestive smile on her lips as she nodded her head slightly in the direction of Eddie’s moving form.

Bobby laughed when he followed her gesture and caught sight of Eddie on the move, nodding to himself because he was right about his earlier suspicions. Suspicions that were honestly at this point less suspicions and more just facts.

“Eddie’s got your boy, Bobby. No need to worry, he’s in good hands,” Hen laughed, her eyes crinkling as she smiled brightly and the two of them were sent into a small fit of laughter.

“Am I missing something?” Chimney asked, hands on his hips as he walked over, confusion lining every inch of his face.

“Nothing much, we were just talking about family night tomorrow,” Bobby smiled, clapping Chimney on the shoulder as he and Hen shared a knowing look, only succeeding in making Chimney even more confused.

“Okay,” Chimney drawled, elongating the word as he looked at the two of them suspiciously. “You two are acting weird,” he said, narrowing his eyes at them as he tried to figure it out. “I’ll get to the bottom of it,” he declared, eyeing them.

“You do that,” Hen laughed, patting his back as she passed him, shaking her head in amusement as she ascended the stairs.

“No seriously, what’d I miss?” Chimney asked incredulously, throwing his hands up.

Bobby held his hands up in surrender, a knowing smile on his lips as he raised a hand to them and pretended to zip them shut. With a laugh, he turned on his heel and followed Hen upstairs in order to start cooking lunch.

Chimney shook his head in disbelief, throwing his arms up and grumbling about something. “Hey Eddie,” he started, turning around to where he left the man but finding both him and Buck gone. “Oh,” he realized, pausing for a moment before his mouth dropped and it dawned on him. “Oh,” he drawled, running up the stairs excitedly exclaiming “That’s what I missed!” as he went.

Bobby knew he didn’t have to worry as much anymore when Buck exited the bunks for lunch, a little bit of bounce returned to his step and a more genuine smile on his face despite his tired appearance, Eddie trailing after him not too far behind with his own fond expression. Bobby smiled when he saw them, offering them food and sharing a knowing look with Hen, rolling his eyes at Chimney’s obvious wink. Hen was right, his boy was taken care of, and he would always still be there no matter what.

Buck paced outside of Bobby’s hospital room anxiously, unable to keep still for even a moment. His boyfriend tried in vain to calm him down but it was proving to be useless. Buck couldn’t stop reliving what happened in that tunnel and how differently things could’ve gone. How Bobby had ordered him out of the tunnel and if he hadn’t, that very well could’ve been him or Eddie in that hospital room, maybe both or all three of them. He felt helpless, like he could’ve done something more, even though Eddie kept assuring him that he did all that he could, that they could. The liquid nitrogen came as fast as it could and Buck was the fastest to get it prepped and go back inside. He knew that, but it didn’t stop him from going crazy over the alternatives.

“Evan,” Eddie said, sighing in exasperation and leaning forward in his chair to tug on his hand and pull him down into the seat beside him. “As soon as the doctor is done, you can go in there, but for now, there’s no sense in wearing down the tile,” he explained gently, knowing how worried he was about Bobby.

“Your dad is going to be fine, Buckaroo,” Chimney said easily without missing a beat, turning to face him since he was walking back and forth a little to stretch his legs. “Bobby’s tough, a little Cobalt 60 isn’t going to be what takes him out, not after all this,” he said, shaking his head and sticking his hands in his pants pockets.

Buck didn’t even bat an eye at the sentiment, whether he even heard it or just chose to ignore it was unclear. He sighed heavily and leaned his forearms on his thighs, wringing his hands together as he stared at the floor. “They just haven’t say anything for a while and the risk of radiation poisoning is there,” he said, his tone low. He didn’t say what he was really thinking, how he could’ve bear to watch Bobby fade away, watch the only man who’d ever been a father to him die and leave him forever. He couldn’t lose him, that wasn’t an option. And yet here they were, that exact fear now a possibility.

“Whatever happens, we’re going to get through it,” Hen said, leaning forward in her chair to set her hand on Buck’s knee. “We’re a team, we get through these things together,” she said assuredly, her voice confident and calm as she patted his knee and leaned back again when he nodded, making eye contact with her.

Before anyone could say anything else however, Athena came back into the waiting room and they all stood up worriedly.

“Is he okay?” Eddie asked, keeping his hand on Buck’s forearm for both of their stability.

“The doctor said so far everything is negative,” Athena said, letting out a shaky breath. When she saw the others grow excited, she held her hand up to stop them in their tracks. “They did find small amount of Cobalt in his urine, but the doctor is convinced that right now it’s nothing to be worried about,” she said gently. “It could go away with some time so they’re going to monitor him weekly. As of now, they say he’s going to be okay,” she finished, setting her hands on her hips. She wasn’t one to show weakness, but it was clear that she was a bit shaken.

Hen made a move to go to her but someone else beat her to it, Buck stepping forward and pulling her in for a gentle hug.

Athena’s brows furrowed slightly in confusion before a soft smile graced her lips and she hugged him back, giving him a light squeeze and closing her eyes, a sigh wracking her whole body.

“He’s gonna be okay,” Buck assured softly, in a tone so low only she would be able to hear it.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Athena agreed, pulling away. She smiled softly at Buck, an expression that could only be equated to that of a parent to a child. “Now,” she said, now addressing everyone, “let’s go see him.”

The others nodded, breaking out of their stupors after watching that heartwarming sight, following Athena to where Bobby’s room was.

“Come on, let’s go see him,” Eddie said gently, coming up to Buck’s side and resting a hand at the small of his back to guide him. “Told you everything was going to be okay,” he teased assuringly, eliciting a slight giggle from the other man.

“Yeah,” Buck nodded, a small smile gracing his features. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said again, nodding to himself before walking with Eddie to the room, his boyfriend a constant at his side for support.

When they got there, Hen immediately guided Buck into another chair at Bobby’s bed despite him protesting that he didn’t want to take someone else’s spot.

“Just sit down Buck,” Hen said, rolling her eyes and practically forcing him into the seat before stepping back.

“I’m alright kid,” Bobby assured, setting his hand on Buck’s arm. He didn’t look any different unless you knew exactly that had happened, then you knew it was all internal.

Buck didn’t seem to breathe for a moment as he looked at him. That was until he surged forward after a beat and hugged Bobby, being careful about it so he didn’t hurt him.

“I’m not going anywhere kid, I promise,” Bobby promised, holding onto him tightly. He kept him there until Buck was ready to pull away, the two of them parting after a minute and going back to their previous positions.

A blush crept up Buck’s neck and he ducked his head sheepishly, feeling a bit embarrassed about the situation and feeling like he shouldn’t have been as distraught as he was.

“Glad you’re not radioactive,” Chimney said, a bright smile on his face as he changed the subject to something else.

“Definitely,” Bobby said, leaning his head back against the pillow in exasperation without outwardly groaning. “I’m okay guys, you can all go home and get some rest,” he assured, waving them off.

“Not a chance, Cap,” Eddie said with a light laugh, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall behind Buck.

“Well I guess I can’t make you leave, but I hope someone brought some cards,” Bobby smiled, sitting up more.

“Already ahead of you, Cap,” Hen smiled, procuring a deck from her jacket pocket. “I keep them in the car now ever since we started spending way too much time in the hospital,” she explained when she was met with raised eyebrows.

“Fair enough,” Chimney nodded, considering he was one of the first to start the trend of frequent hospital visits. He took the deck from Hen and made his way to the bed, sitting at a corner with Hen doing the same on the other side, Eddie sitting next to Chim and Athena and Buck in chairs on their respective sides.

“There’s no mercy here,” Athena warned, sitting forward in her chair.

“I don’t play to lose,” Buck scoffed, leaning forward as well and shuffling the cards, sifting them and trading them professionally.

“You’re all out of luck, I’m winning today,” Bobby declared, taking one of the laid out stack of cards.

“Talk is cheap, let the best one win,” Hen said, waving all of them off and taking up her own deck.

“The animosity is rising but I’ll have you all know that I’m a champ,” Chimney said smugly, a wide smile on his face.

“And by that you mean a champ at always losing?” Eddie asked with a smirk, his tone teasing.

“Now now, let’s save the trash talking for the big leagues,” Buck said, shaking his head and finally picking up his own stack, leaning back in his chair. “You’re all going down,” he promised, smiling in triumph.

Bobby looked around at his family, smiling at how at ease they were. He knew the day had been a scare for everyone, including himself, and he was grateful that it turned out okay. His eyes drifted to Buck and he smiled softly, his heart warming at the thought of how close they had gotten, evident by how worried Buck had been and how he kept him out of the tunnel for the kid’s own safety. Turning his head, he smiled brightly at his beautiful wife and caught the raised eyebrow she had been giving him, eliciting a laugh from the two of them, the sound mixing with the laughs of the others, filtering through the room. Whatever happened in the future, they would get through it, just as they always did. As a family.

“Hey Bobby?” Eddie asked, catching the man before he could ascend the stairs to the loft. “Could I talk to you for a minute?” he asked, shifting from foot to foot as he clasped his hands in front of him nervously.

“Sure Eddie, let’s go in my office,” Bobby said, nodding his head towards his office on the far right, turning on his heel and leading him there. He could tell Eddie was nervous about something but he wasn’t entirely sure about what that was, so he wanted to give him some privacy regardless. “Have a seat,” he directed, gesturing to the chair before sitting in his own. “What’s up?” he asked when they were both settled.

Eddie focused his gaze on the right side of the room before diverting his attention to Bobby’s name plaque before finding some other random item in the room to look at as he tried to gain his bearings. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to make eye contact with his captain. “I’m planning on asking Buck to marry me,” he said strongly, burying his nerves. Before Bobby could open his mouth and congratulate him or voice any confusion, Eddie continued. “I’ve already asked Maddie but Evan sees you as a father so that’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” he explained, eyes searching Bobby’s face as his expression changed from confusion to realization to pride. “May I have your blessing?“ he asked finally, his voice strong and confident.

Bobby smiled softly, willing his bottom lip to stay straight and not quiver the way it wanted to. He had watched Buck grow, watched Eddie come into the station unsure and find himself a family, watched the two of them find home in each other and fall in love without even realizing it. His heart swelled with pride and he nodded when he realized he left Eddie waiting in anticipation.

“You didn’t need to ask to have my blessing Eddie,” Bobby smiled, “you’re a good man, an even better father, and I know you’ll be an amazing husband and partner to Buck,” he said, nodding to him. He knew he didn’t have to warn Eddie about what would happen if he even hurt Buck since they had had that conversation before. Plus, he was almost certain it was evident in his eyes. By the way Eddie nodded, he knew the message was most definitely received. “I’m proud of you Eddie,” he said sincerely, smiling again.

“Thanks Cap,” Eddie said, lips curved down as he nodded in appreciation. Bobby’s words meant a lot to him and having his blessing helped him feel a lot lighter and more at ease about asking Buck to marry him. Maddie had of course said yes before Eddie even asked the question, engulfing him in a smothering hug as soon as he formally asked her, but Eddie knew he had to ask Bobby too (Maddie also assuring him that it was a great idea). Eddie knew how much Bobby meant to Buck and vice versa, how close they were, how they were family, nearly father and son. He knew it wouldn’t feel right asking Buck to marry him unless he consulted his pseudo father first and today had been a confirmation of those doubts.

“We should probably get out there before the others eat all the food,” Bobby said, knocking Eddie out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know Cap, we might already be too late,” Eddie drawled, looking down at his watch for emphasis as he stood up, both of them laughing and breaking the feigned seriousness.

“Well at least we can grab a roll or two before the bell goes off,” Bobby laughed, walking around the desk and clapping a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, guiding him out of the office and walking back into sight with him.

“You boys better hurry,” Hen called, drawing out the last word in a singsonged tone. “The hungry wait for no one,” she chuckled, taking her place at the table.

Bobby looked to Eddie with his head tilted down slightly, one eyebrow raised as if to say I told you so.

Eddie merely laughed, shaking his head and nudging his arm lightly before ascending the steps in a mild jog, moving to the table and sitting next to his boyfriend with a wide smile and a kiss to the cheek in greeting.

“Come on guys it’s been months,” Chimney whined, complaining about the PDA just for the sake of complaining.

“You kiss my sister, deal with it,” Buck scoffed, the corners of his lips tilting into a smile as he looked over to him, laughing when Chimney nodded and said drawled an exaggerated touché.

“He’s got a point,” Hen snickered, pouring herself some water and sparing a side glance at her partner, meeting Buck’s fist bump from across the table.

Bobby sat himself at the head of the table, a smile on his face as he shook his head at his team’s antics. He glanced at Eddie and caught him joking and laughing with Buck, both of their faces graced with matching dreamy smiles, the epitome of content and love. He couldn’t wait to see what was in store for them next, for all of them.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Buck,” Bobby assured with a soft smile as he set his hand on the anxious man’s shoulder.

“I know I just— I just— wow—” Buck stuttered, his eyes shining brightly as he breathed out in disbelief.

“I know,” Bobby laughed with a nod, remembering that feeling. “But it’s real, today’s finally the day,” he beamed, an unexplainable happiness coming over him.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married,” Buck gushed, his smile widening impossibly so as he almost seemed to radiate excitement.

“Well you are,” Bobby confirmed with another laugh, shaking his head as he pulled his hand away from Buck’s shoulder and reached out to his collar to take the two sides of his tie in his hands. He smoothed out the creases before letting go to move around Buck’s form so he was behind him in the mirror, taking the fabric in his hands again and twisting them gently, looping them and pulling them so they were snug, the fabric now in the shape of a bow that settled neatly on his collar. “There,” he said, drawing his eyes up to watch Buck in the mirror and see his soft expression, his lips tilted upwards as he smiled to himself.

“Thanks Bobby,” Buck beamed, lifting his eyes from the bow to meet his in the mirror before turning around to face the other man he had grown to think of as a father.

“I’m proud of you, Buck. I’m proud of the man you’ve become and how much you’ve grown. You’ve come a long way,” Bobby praised, taking a step back to examine his pseudo-son in his full wedding attire, dark navy blue suit that made his eyes stand out along with black shoes and bow tie.

Buck’s lips turned downwards slightly as he willed them not to quiver before he moved forwards and hugged Bobby tightly, bending his head to press his face to his shoulder. “Thank you, Bobby,” he said softly, the words this time holding even more weight than before.

“Of course kid,” Bobby said, hugging him back just as tightly and giving him a squeeze before they both pulled away with matching smiles. “Now let’s get you married,” he declared, sending both of them into a fit of excited laughter.

And not even half an hour later, they were doing just that.

***

The soft music played through the garden as the ceremony began and everyone turned in their chairs to take a look down the beautiful aisle lined with water lilies and sunflowers.

Since the grooms preferred a smaller and more intimate wedding, they chose to forego the traditional wedding processional. It was because of this that Eddie’s fourteen year old niece began the ceremony as she walked down the aisle and deposited small flower petals along as she went. Shortly behind her was Christopher, in dress pants and dress shirt, striding down the aisle with a bright smile on his face, his aunt shortly behind him holding the small open antique wooden box with the rings.

Finally, Eddie walked wearing a black tuxedo with his mother on his arm, both of them with bright smiles, although Eddie did look a little bit nervous. Once they reached the end, he guided his mother to sit beside his father, pressing a kiss to Christopher’s head as he was seated beside them, before taking his place at the altar, turning his head to anxiously watch for his fiancé.

Eddie didn’t have to wait long because sure enough, Bobby and Buck were the next and last to enter, taking the aisle with confidence like the father-son duo they were. When they parted and Buck took the two steps onto the altar, he smiled brightly at his fiancé across from him and took his hands in his.

Bobby held Athena’s hand in the front row with the rest of their family, Hen and her family, Chimney and Maddie, and all of Eddie’s family all beside one another despite the gap for the aisle. Bobby couldn’t help but look on at the sight of two of their members, their family, marrying the love of their life. He knew the others were thinking the same if the tissues and eye dabbing were anything to go by. As he listened to the vows, Bobby couldn’t help but take a tissue for himself and sniffle just a little bit— only a little if anyone asked— as things started to come to a close. He had meant what he said when he told Buck he was proud of him, and he was proud of Eddie too, both of them more than they would ever know. Bobby let a few happy tears slip when they shared their “I do” before meeting one another in a kiss, but he knew the rest of their large family was doing the exact same. He pressed a kiss to Athena’s head when she leaned it against his shoulder as she watched the sight before her and he smiled wider when he watched Buck and Eddie descend from the altar, Eddie picking Christopher up and settling him on his hip as Buck leaned in to kiss the boy’s temple and ruffle his hair. He couldn’t stop smiling as he watched the two of them walk the aisle again, this time hand-in-hand, with Christopher in Eddie’s arms and giggling. They were walking towards another chapter in their lives and Bobby truly could not have been more proud.

“It’s always hard to watch your son get married,” Athena smiled gently, handing him another tissue as she turned to look at him fully. She wordlessly passed the packet onto Chimney who was unsuccessfully denying the existence of his own tears— before turning her attention back to her husband.

Bobby opened his mouth to say something but he stopped himself as his eyes moved down the aisle and he caught a last glance of the newlywed’s retreating forms. He shut his mouth with a click and smiled a bit sheepishly with a faint blush that had Athena laughing with a shake of her head and the others turning to look at him in amusement.

“Well, it’s party time!” Maddie beamed, standing up from her seat along with most of the wedding party, a certain mischievous and excited bounce in her step as she dragged Chimney along towards the reception.

“So Buck’s like our brother then,” Harry realized with widening eyes before smiling and whispering, “Cool”. He ignored May’s drawled duh along with her eye roll, narrowing his eyes at his older sister and sticking his tongue out at her, which had her laughing and tugging him to her side with a playful arm around his shoulders.

Bobby looked at his step-kids with a certain gleam in his eye and it definitely did not go unnoticed how he didn’t correct them. “I’m ready to dance,” he declared, standing up and with Athena’s hand still in his, leading her up too. His wife gave him a coy smile and together the family made their way to join the rest.

Bobby couldn’t wait to see the newly married couple at their happiest, and he knew that Eddie would take great care of Buck, of his kid.

Contrary to popular belief, Bobby did have days off. And those days off were spent with his wife and step kids, cooking dinner and baking a plethora of desserts with the plan to bring them in to the station the next day. Today was no different, the evening filled with laughter and frosting as Harry and May caked each other in various ingredients and Athena bopped Bobby on the nose with vanilla icing.

Bobby dusted the flour off his hands and wiped the icing from his nose with a laugh when he heard his phone ring on the counter, Hen’s contact filling the screen. He frowned, checking the time and seeing that the others were all still on shift. Something uneasy settled in his stomach as he reached for the phone and answered the call, Hen’s worried and strained voice filtering through automatically, telling them that everyone was at the hospital and that Buck was hurt on call.

“I’ll be right there,” Bobby nodded although she couldn’t see it, his tight voice and panicked tone halting the movements from his family in the kitchen as they turned to look at him in worry and confusion.

“What’s wrong, Bobby?” May asked first, taking a towel and wiping off her face.

“There was an accident on call, Buck got hurt,” Bobby explained, removing his apron and setting it on the counter. “Hen sounded pretty worried on the phone, they want me there—” he was stammering but before he could say anymore Athena cut him off.

“We can handle this mess, you make sure our boy’s okay,” Athena assured before adding, “I’ll have Michael come and watch the kids and I’ll meet you there.”

“Mom, I can watch Harry, we’ll be fine until dad comes, you go too. Dad can bring us later,” May piped up, ushering both of them out of the kitchen. She was eighteen now and could handle watching her brother even if her mother preferred their father come anyway.

Athena seemed to contemplate it for moment before she nodded, “Alright, you two be good, we’ll let you know,” she said, grabbing her jacket and keys and ushering Bobby out of the house.

When they arrived at the hospital, they were greeted by the others. Hen and Chimney were seated shoulder to shoulder on one side and Eddie and Maddie were on the other. The lack of Christopher could only mean that Carla was keeping him home for now and didn’t want him to worry.

“What happened? Is he okay?” Bobby asked immediately when he saw them all, taking in their haggard appearances. He moved to Eddie who was closest to him and rested his hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“We were leaving because there might have been a leak but Buck he heard this kid, and we went back. He couldn’t have been any older than Chris,” Eddie explained, tear tracks staining his face as he stared at the floor, barely glancing up. “There was a woman unconscious and I helped her while Buck got him and we got out of the complex but it blew right after and we hit the deck for cover but he, he was behind me so he was closer and he got hit by the force and some debris. The kid was fine thank god but Buck wasn’t waking up,” Eddie choked, rubbing his face aggressively. “I should’ve been watching his back,” he said softly, hands fisting in his pants.

“Look at me Eddie,” Bobby said, shaking his shoulder gently to get him to do so. “You did the best you could,” he assured in a low tone, dragging the words to make sure they sunk in.

Eddie looked up at him with glassy eyes and Bobby couldn’t help but feel his heart break for both Eddie and Buck, all of them really. Logically, Bobby knew he couldn’t have done anything but he wished he was there to help, to at least be there for all of them.

Before anyone could say anything more, a doctor appeared calling out for Evan Diaz and they all stood up as he walked over.

“What’s the prognosis? Is he okay?” Bobby asked first, lowering his hand from Eddie’s shoulder as he looked at the doctor, practically leading the group of worried family members.

“Mr. Diaz suffered a concussion and laceration to his temple, though it’s not too serious and he isn’t showing any signs of bleeding or swelling, a hairline fracture to his left wrist, severe whiplash, four bruised ribs, and a severely bruised hip bone and fibula in his left leg along with major bruising. The force of the explosion was powerful so all in all, I’d say he’s pretty lucky it wasn’t anything more serious,” the doctor explained, listing off the injuries easily since he knew they would be able to follow along with ease. He didn’t miss the worried looks on all of their faces, even if they seemed to relax just a little. His eyes landed on Bobby and he said, “Your son is going to make a full recovery with no problem, he just needs a lot of rest right now.”

Bobby took a deep breath and nodded in understanding. “Thank you doctor,” he said, feeling Athena’s arm link with his and being grateful for the comfort. He didn’t even register that the doctor had assumed he was Buck’s father until after it happened. He wasn’t surprised to realize that it didn’t bother him at all and he didn’t bother correcting him. And if anyone else noticed the sentiment, they didn’t question it.

“Can we see him?” Eddie asked, his voice shaky and he had to clear it to strengthen it.

“Of course, you can follow me right this way,” the doctor nodded, leading the group down the hall. “We have him on a little morphine to take the edge off but we can’t give him too much because of the concussion. Let a nurse know if he wakes up and really can’t handle it, then we’ll try something else,” he said, letting them into the room and nodding when they all thanked him before taking his leave.

The others took their respectful seats scattered around Buck’s room, Eddie sitting on one side with Bobby and Maddie on his other.

Bobby frowned at the excessive bruising all over his body and was displeased to know that even more lied beneath the hospital sheets and gown. He realized that he had unconsciously sat in the seat closer to Buck’s head and immediately felt bad about keeping Eddie further away from his husband. He glanced over at Eddie to make this a point, that he would be ready to switch right away, but Eddie seemed to have read his mind and shook his head, waving him off. Bobby nodded gratefully and turned his attention back to Buck, leaning forward slightly in his chair to rest his hand on Buck’s arm.

They all stayed silent in the room, murmuring softly to one another on occasion and glancing worriedly at Buck whenever they took their eyes off of him for more than a few moments. None of them knew what they were expecting but they all sat upright when suddenly Buck moaned softly in pain and his brows furrowed, his body shifting slightly.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” Bobby assured, rubbing his arm soothingly to calm him and make sure he didn’t move further and agitate his injuries.

“Dad?” Buck mumbled, blinking his eyes open dazedly to look at Bobby’s blurred figure, his words catching everyone’s attention. It was clear that he was trying to stay awake but was finding focusing difficult, being weighed down by unconsciousness threading his vision.

“I’ve got you kid,” Bobby soothed, patting his arm. He didn’t know whether Buck was aware of what he said or not but the familial sentiment warmed his heart down to his core. He hated seeing the man he thought of as a son in this state and wanted to reassure and comfort him as best he could. “We’ve got you, just go back to sleep,” he added, glancing at the others in the room and finding them all dawning soft smiles in their direction, particularly Athena and Hen who looked very knowing and Eddie who looked on the verge of tears.

Buck hummed lowly, closing his eyes for a moment before he forced them back open. “Ed?” he called out softly, his fingers twitching on the bed but too weak to move his hand. “Eddie,” he tried again, closing his eyes and whimpering in pain.

“Hey,” Eddie cooed softly, switching with Bobby seamlessly and sliding his hand in his. “Hey, I’m here baby, I’m right here mi amor,” he whispered, leaning forward to speak into his ear and brush his hair back with his free hand. He continued the stream of reassurances, even slipping into Spanish that Buck wouldn’t really understand but would be comforted by.

Bobby easily switched with Eddie when Buck started to panic in pain and he turned his eyes away from the private and intimate moment between them. Taking charge of the situation, Bobby turned to Chimney and Hen. “Why don’t you get changed, maybe check in on Karen and Denny and come on back later?” he suggested. “Athena and I will get everyone some actual food, Eddie and Maddie will stay with Buck, and the kids can come visit later when everything’s settled down,” he proposed, his usual tone calm and no longer tinged with worry like it had been only a few hours before. He wanted the team to be rested and comfortable and he also wanted to give Buck and Eddie some time alone given how distressed Buck currently was.

“You’re right Cap,” Hen agreed, nodding and standing up with a stretch after checking her phone. She smiled softly and sadly at Buck’s pained form before ducking her head motioning for Chimney to come with her. Her best friend nodded and moved to press a kiss to Maddie’s hair before resolving to go home and get them some proper clothes and other items they might need. Together, they gave Buck one last look before they departed the room, knowing they wouldn’t be gone for long.

“I’m going to see what they can do about the pain,” Maddie sighed as she passed Bobby and Athena, sharing a nod with them as they went.

“Come on,” Athena said gently, linking her arm through Bobby’s. “Let’s get some real dinner for everyone,” she said, patting her husband’s arm because she could tell he was still worried about his kid.

Bobby nodded, letting her guide him easily. He took one last glance at Buck, with Eddie leaning over him with hushed murmurs, and knew that his son would be perfectly fine if he left for an hour and came back. With that reassurance in mind, he allowed Athena to pull him away and to the car, the journey much lighter than it had been on the way there.

“Guys, I’d like you all to meet someone very special,” Buck smiled, coming into the room with a small bundle cradled gently in his arms. He could practically feel the excitement radiating in the room as he stepped into it, rocking the bundle gently as he approached his family members.

“Everyone, meet Eleonora Lillian Diaz,” Eddie smiled brightly, coming up next to Buck with a hand on his back. Christopher was on his other side and he set his other hand on their son’s head, brushing his hair back and smiling down at him when he bounced in happiness.

“She’s beautiful,” Hen cooed, standing up and coming closer, peering over the blankets to get a look at the round chubby face. “Oh wow,” she breathed, Karen at her side as they cooed at the new addition to the family.

“Make way for Uncle Chimney,” Chimney smiled, waiting for his turn to see her properly. He had seen her already since he had been in the labor ward with Maddie nearly two weeks ago, but he wanted to formally meet the new Diaz family edition.

“Not so fast, Aunt Maddie gets priority,” Maddie laughed, moving with her husband to the small bundle and taking her with a small gasp when Buck laid her gently in his older sister’s arms. “Hi,” she cooed, taking one little hand between two fingers as she rocked her gently.

After letting her have a few minutes, Buck gently took Eleonora back from her and in his own arms, moving to Bobby and Athena.

“El, baby, meet your Grandpa Bobby,” Buck said softly, looking down at his daughter before glancing up at Bobby and smiling at his fond and awed expression.

Bobby couldn’t find the words as he gently took Eleonora from Buck, cradling her in his arms and rocking her gently. ��Well hello there,” he cooed, his lips forming a pout as he shook his head slightly and she looked up at him with striking baby blues, her dark brown hair a mop on her small head.

“Are you going to introduce her to her grandmother?” Athena asked teasingly, one hand over her heart as she feigned hurt. She smiled and leaned over Bobby’s arm to see her granddaughter, holding her tiny hand when she lifted it upwards. “Hi there,” Athena smiled, taking a moment to look back up at Buck and Eddie. The new parents looked exhausted but over the moon, leaning into one another slightly as Christopher went to play with Denny and Harry. “You boys better watch out, I think Bobby wants to take her home,” she laughed, nudging her husband teasingly.

“I have to take care of my grandchildren,” Bobby defended with a laugh, a bounce in his step as he swayed lightly, the baby in his arms already half asleep again. “I’ve already baby proofed the house,” he said and Athena hummed deeply because oh boy. While their house was already safe for children, it hadn’t been fitted for newborns or toddlers for a long time so obviously Bobby took it upon himself to fix that.

“Come on, you two could use some food, Grandpa over here can take care of El for a bit,” Athena said, stepping away from her husband and towards her adoptive son and son in law, guiding them away. She chuckled at how they almost protested and looked back at Bobby, not wanting their baby girl out of sight in typical new parent fashion. “She’s fine,” she drawled, rolling her eyes. “Come on you two, they need some bonding time and you need food,” she directed, her voice leaving no room for argument as she lead them towards the kitchen.

“I’ve got her,” Bobby assured with a nod, smiling at them as they were practically dragged away. He looked back down at his granddaughter and decided to move to the couch, sitting down at one end and settling down. Everyone was careful to keep the volume down and keep a good distance away to not disturb or distress her, all while keeping them company. When Athena deemed Eddie and Buck properly taken care of, she allowed them back to the others and they joined everyone in the living room.

Eddie smiled and sat down next to Christopher on the settee, wrapping his arm around him as Buck sat down next to Bobby on the couch, sharing a smile with the man as he did so.

Bobby leaned Eleonora into his arm while remaining on his lap so he could free his other arm and clap Buck on the shoulder with a firm nod and a soft smile. “I’m proud of you kid,” he praised, watching as Buck looked at him with shining eyes.

“Thanks dad,” Buck said softly, nodding and returning the private smile.

Bobby’s lips curved down slightly as he willed them to stay steady, nodding once more before turning his attention to the rest of the room. He felt Athena sit down on the arm of the couch to his left and he met her soft expression with a smile before looking down at his granddaughter and then over to his grandson with his son-in-law. His eyes drifted again, this time to his step-kids, then his team and their families, and finally his son.

Looking at all of them, Bobby couldn’t help the way his heart fluttered in his chest and swelled with pride.

What a beautiful family.

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madamewriterofwrongs · 3 years

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Tagged by: @fyeahbuddie @tylerhunklin @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels @gracieli @oneawkwardcookie

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Like I said in another post, I don’t have favourites, exactly. I have fics that others enjoyed, fics I’m proud of, fics I wish more people had read, etc. I’ll try and talk about why I picked these five pieces.

Faith, Trust, and Magic (BBC Merlin - Merlin/Morgana) Chapter 3/? 5381 Words

A rewrite of episode 2x03 “The Nightmare Begins” where Merlin helps Morgana with her magic.

Technically, the first chapter of this series was written in 2018 but this year, I plotted the entire story and posted two more chapters. The concept is one I’m quite passionate about and I really want to finish it one day. Unlike the hilarious theory that barely anything would have to change in canon for Merlin and Arthur to be together, I believe everything would have been different if Merlin had helped Morgana when she was coming into her magic. This one decision would have changed the entire series. I want to give Morgana a happy ending.

Spark of Joy (9-1-1 - Buck & Maddie) Chapter 1/1 3076 Words

Firefam Christmas Party 2021 from the Buckley siblings’ perspectives.

This is one of my worst performing fics but rereading it (or thinking about it) makes me happy. It’s pure gentleness/contentment and especially at the beginning of my time in the 911 fandom, I was in love with the idea of letting the people of the 118 find peace in their lives. Give them a break! So I wrote this piece that was like a snapshot of how good life could be for the Buckley siblings and had these little sparks of hope for the future. Despite it’s low stats, I really enjoyed writing and reading this fic. It gives me the warm and fuzzies.

Love Me Well (9-1-1 - Buck/Eddie) Chapter 1/1 2626 Words

Soulmate AU in which Eddie remembers but Buck meets him for the first time in every life.

I don’t think I’ve ever done prompt fills before this year and this was one of my first ones. While I still prefer to use purely my imagination, I had fun trying to think of what @zeethebooknerd might enjoy within the world my brain was creating based on the prompt she gave me. This was also one of my first AUs (I love reading them but I never really wrote them before). A lot of firsts. On top of that, I got super soft and emo over the boys in my head, and let my inner hopelessly dramatic romantic out to play - something I started doing more of after this.

Speaking of firsts.

Use Your Words (9-1-1 - Buck/Eddie) Chapter 1/1 4236 Words

Part 5 in the Show and Tell Series where Eddie gets out of his head while getting head.

Honestly, I really like the Show and Tell series and the more research/work I put into the entries, the more proud I feel about what I’m creating. Use Your Words was particularly difficult because I had never written smut before. I also have less than stellar sexual education, so I did a lot of research to make sure I was at least writing something anatomically correct. In the series, I introduced an Eddie that used sex as a way of avoiding intimacy in relationships but was working on opening up to his boyfriend. I also introduced an Eddie who was learning to ask for things that he wanted (in essence, he was allowing himself to be selfish). Combining the two made a lot of sense to me, so I decided to challenge myself as a writer and create this entry.

Unashamed (9-1-1 - Buck/Eddie) Chapter 12/12 17178 Words

A series of married Buddie getting into awkward hi-jinx because they can’t stop flirting with each other.

I mean for one: I so rarely finish a series. In fact, this is the first time I finished a series in years so for that alone, I’m proud. I also managed to turn a 900 word crack-fic into a 12 chapter story so, again, yay. This was still a part of me ‘contentment’ obsession so there’s lots of happy things in there. I challenged myself to write the entire thing from an outside perspective which was really fun and created a lot of second-hand embarrassment. But there’s also a chapter about polyamorous acceptance, and queer love in the workplace, and dealing with rejection. I didn’t intend to put that much work into to it but I found it wasn’t really in me to just slap something together.

I’m cheating and picking a sixth. Sue me, Buck.

Finding Home (9-1-1 - Buck/Eddie) Chapter 1/1 1038 Words

Two boys lie in bed and one of them tells a love story.

I wrote this one on my phone in the middle of the night because it was just rolling around in my head and would not let me sleep. I don’t think it’s my strongest piece, and it wasn’t the first or last time I would have to pull out my phone in the middle of the night to write story notes that refused to leave me be. The reason I chose this one is because it marks a shift in my mind. Before this year (really, May 2020), I barely wrote. I wrote the @midweekupdate every week, I even completed NaNoWriMo with an original novel. But I was rarely inspired to just write. I didn’t have words and phrases plague me until I had to relinquish them upon the world. But that’s what this was. And it still happens every once in a while. Where I have things in my head that I just have to write (if you follow me, you might see midnight posts under the CJ Writes Things tag that make zero sense but sound kind of pretty). Writing this gave me hope that this thing I love isn’t gone even when I have dark periods.

Tagging: @zeethebooknerd @elisela @softboiidiaz @oliverstark @rydergrace @florenceandthemachine @eddiediaz @fyeahbuddie @bellakitse @howtosingit @from-nova

#tagging things #cj writes things #2020 review

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sunshinediaz · 4 months

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2023 fic writing review

rules and tags below the cut because phew, it got long!

rules: feel free to show whatever stats you have. only want to show ao3 stats? rock on. want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? please do this. want to change how yours is presented? absolutely do that.

words and fics

words: 237, 627

most recent: the house i built is burning, where eddie and buck's house burns down, oops

longest fic: technically this, but it's actually deck the halls (and your in-laws), where the diaz and buckley parents show up to spend christmas with the boys, oh my

shortest fic: i love you best when you're just yourself, where buck's in his head about picking out a christmas tree

favorite fic: tied between the dinosaurs smelled magnolias, where eddie proposes to buck with his dick inside buck, and but i've got my teeth in you, where buck gets a tooth knocked out and eddie is Normal about it

most kudos: the side effects of eating too many clementines, where eddie realizes he's in love with buck over oranges in his kitchen

least kudos: mississsippi, where eddie and buck indulge in piss play

events

bad things happen bingo, round one

upcoming events and projects for the new year

finish hoa eddie, who's halfway done at 33k

continue to work on my bad things happen bingo card

clementines smut

5+1(+1) fic where eddie asks buck to marry him

wildfire fic

soft dom eddie series

eddie and buck post-lightning strike

bobby nash's guide to surviving evan buckley and eddie diaz

backdraft au

bullrider buck and rodeo clown eddie au

alpha/alpha buck and eddie

911angstinautumn?

spur of the moment fics i'm sure will wiggle in my brain

achievements

published 20 fics for buck/eddie in 7 months which is so fucking cool

met a lot of really cool people (TENTOESDOWN will live in infamy)

wrote over 50k in the month of december because i decided to challenge myself, jesus christ

goals

write and publish at least 25 fics

learn to edit pictures

finally rewatch s1

write more fics from buck's pov

(at the sake of being ooey gooey, 2023 has been kind to me in the sense i've figured out my future and fallen back in a fandom that's so fun and fresh and enjoyable i can't get enough of it. lots of that is because of the people i surround myself with, and i'm not going to get every individual person but i love you guys lots and i really, really mean that. can't wait to see what 2024 brings us 🥂)

i was tagged by @hippolotamus, @monsterrae1, @exhuastedpigeon, @wikiangela, @honestlydarkprincess, @theotherbuckley, @jamespearce9-1-1, @jesuisici33, @thewolvesof1998, @callmenewbie, and @devirnis <3

tagging @spagheddiediaz and @jeeyuns because they'll yell at me if i don't

#i know i did this weeks late but i wanted to wait till i had all the numbers okay 😭#and it got so fucking long for no goddamn reason but it's FINE #it's an hour and a half till midnight here and i think i am going to bed before then #tag games

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babybuckleydiaz · 4 years

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Buddie Fic Rec

These are just a handful of some of my favourite Buddie fics. Click on the titles to access the fics :) Stories include smut and there is one that includes major character death.

Six Different Ways To Mark Your Territory. By: like_a_heatbeat_drives_you_mad

Summary: Or “5 times Eddie was a possessive bastard, and Buck (being the oblivious puppy he is) didn’t notice. And the one time he couldn’t help but notice.”

Length: 6 chapters. Completed.

Personal Thoughts: Listen I just really like possessive Eddie, like that is my favourite trope. Plus this was just a really good fic to read. Buck is clueless and it’s so cute.

You Make Your Way Into My Veins. By: SereneCalamity

Summary: It was just meant to be a simple Grindr date… But then Eddie Happens.

Length: Oneshot.

Personal Thoughts: This is just pure smut, y’all. But it’s really fucking good and I just really liked it.

Evan Buckley-Severide. By: BuckyAndDanno (Series)

Summary: 9-1-1 and Chicago Fire crossover series, based on the idea of Evan “Buck” Buckley being the step-brother of Kelly Severide. Angst and hurt abound for the Severide Bros.

Length: 3 parts, all completed. Incomplete series.

Personal Thoughts: I’m going to be honest, this is my favourite series right now and I will go back and re-read these all the time. The idea od Severide and Buck being siblings is something that I love, and will eventually right. I heavily recommend reading these if you haven’t yet.

When it comes to an end (I will want you to plea). By: Blink_Blue

Summary: After the lawsuit, Buck and Eddie are casually sleeping together. Eddie tells himself it doesn’t mean anything more than that. An unexpected incident at work brings up something Buck thought he’d long buried behind him and makes Eddie re-evaluate his feelings for his best friend.

Length: 4 chapters out of 8. Incomplete.

Personal Thoughts: Only this is such a good fic so far and I really enjoy it. There is smut though so if you’re not comfortable then you could skip over the first chapter, since it’s heavily implied. But im excited to see where this fic goes, and it’s another one of my favourites.

Flooded. By: dara3008

Summary: Buck feels like he failed both Chris and Eddie after the Tsunami. The Diaz Boys are there to prove him wrong.

Length: Oneshot.

Personal Thoughts: Listen, Christopher is the cutest damn person and I love him. This is a really good angst buck fic and I love it so much, plus Christopher is an angel.

If you hurt me, that’s okay. By: uwukathie

Summary: Buck finally comes out to the fire squad, aswell as admitting his feelings to Eddie. But Eddie just can’t figure out why he refuses to post anything about the two online. But when Eddie accidently tags Buck in a photo he discovers why Buck was so secretive over facebook.

Length: Oneshot.

Personal Thoughts: This was one of the first fics I read when I got back into the fandom after not watching 911 for a while, so this could be biased I guess. But it’s really good and I have always enjoyed reading stories that does have dad bobby Nash in them. But there is past abuse mentioned so if that’s something that is triggering or upsetting I would probably not read this one.

Of Bikes and Concussions. By: Datleggy

Summary: Buck gets into an accident on his way to work in the morning, and before he can explain why he’s late, he gets thoroughly chewed out anf the rst of his day goes downhill from there.

Length: Oneshot

Personal Thoughts: I am such a big sucker for Buck angst and this really delivers on that. I feel so bad for Buck in this but I have laso read it so many times by now. So I heavily recommend this if you like buck fics. Also dad bobby is again my favourite thing and this is a massive part of it. The buddie is pretty minor but still there. While I’m here I would recommend reading anything by this author, they’re one of my favourites in the fandom.

Come Back. By: tabbytabbytabby

Summary: Eddie searches for Christopher and Buck after the Tsunami, and gets hit with news he’d been hoping wasn’t true.

Length: Oneshot Personal Thoughts: Okay, so Buck dies in this y’all and I read it whenever I need a good cry. So if ya need a good cry, then I would recommend this one.

This Life We Choose. By: nightin_gale17

Summary: When a bomb blows up a firetruck, Buck finds himself helpless, trapped underneath the ladder truck. Freddie is a little more broken and a lot more revengeful this time around.

Length: Oneshot.

Personal Thoughts: Listen, I’m here for the firefam scenes that we deserved and didn’t get. Plus Buddie are married in this and I’m always here for married buddie. Also you guys know by now that I love father son bobby and buck stuff.

Early morning. By: transbuck

Summary: Buck wakes up one morning to the feeling of gentle lips trailing up his neck and strong hands running up and down his lower back slowly.

Length: Oneshot

Personal Thoughts: I just like reading smut, and sleepy sex is so damn cute. Also, transbuck is another author that I really enjoy reading; I tend to go back and reread a lot of the stories they’ve written. While there, I would recommend reading ‘I didn’t give up” by them as well, I’m not going to add it to this list since this is for mostly buddie.

Welcome back party. By: transbuck

Summary: “I’m sorry, who are you?” Bobby asks.

The man pauses, ducks his head for a moment, smiles broad. “Eddie Buckley-Diaz. Buck’s husband. And uh, this here is our son, Christopher.” The man, Eddie, says. Gesturing towards the boy.

Length: Oneshot.

Personal Thoughts: This is another sotry by transbuck that I really enjoy reading. Its married Buddie and is just extremely cute.

Give me strength so I can see. By: see_addy_write

Summary: After the tsunami, Buck is sure Eddie won’t want him anywhere near Christopher – or himself. Both of the Diaz boys have something to say about that.

Set immediately post-tsunami; picks up during the Buck & Eddie scene at the end of 3x03 & into the future.

Length: Oneshot

Personal Thoughts: honestly, Chris is a national treasure and he’s so cute in this. I’m always here for buck angst and this is just a really good read. I would heavily recommend reading it if you haven’t yet.

#fic rec #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #favourite fics #i read these a lot #there is more but this took me all day #ive never done this before guys #also note that evan buckley severide is my absolute favourite series #in the whole 911 fandom

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lamalefix · 4 years

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Shockwave - 1/5

[Buddie fic, angst with happy ending; hurt/comfort; explosions; I don’t even know]

When a bomb explodes, the area around the explosion becomes over pressurized, resulting in extremely compressed air particles that move faster than the speed of sound. A wave that annihilates space and time and yet exists only for a handful of milliseconds. The initial damage of the wave is what deals the majority of the damage. Even if it lasts only a blink of an eye, the destruction is numbing. And that’s exactly what is happening in Eddie’s chest. Or, a bombing attack strikes a quite smooth shift, and Buck and Eddie really need to have a break.

[read it on ao3]

Eddie is used to it.

He has heard that ominous noise so many times, so many that he gets sick on New Year’s Eve, even on the 4th of July, when those sounds are distant and lost in the night, and are accompanied by colours.

It isn’t that raging roar, the boom, the thing that makes his blood freeze in his veins, it’s never the roar. Of course, that’s a good trigger, at the beginning, when he had just returned from his last tour, those noises, those bangs in the distance, were enough to make his brain hypervigilant, overstimulated. But at some point, he understood, with therapy, he got to know it. It’s not that raging roar, the boom. But that whistle, that whooshing sound afterwards.

On his first tour, his companions in Afghanistan, a little more experienced than him, explained to him that it is that vacuum left by the explosion that causes that noise.

At the explosion site, a vacuum is created by the rapid outward movement of the blast. This vacuum nourishes of the surrounding atmosphere, refilling itself again and again. It creates a very strong pull on any nearby person or structural surface after that already massive push effect of the blast.

That’s how he handled it: fireworks and gunshots don’t produce that vacuum, so, yeah somehow, he managed to de-trigger his triggers. Having a bigger, scarier trigger, that whirlpool of noise and horror.

And it helped, a lot, he lived a normal life, as much as you can call it that. But then a kid decided to blow up a ladder truck.

And then came the noise of showering shattered glass and screaming.

And if Eddie stops to listen, even without warnings or triggers, he might still hear Buck crying for help, in pain, his weak whimpers clear and loud. That sound entered under his skin, and won’t ever leave. But he can manage this, he can manage this because Buck is always there, watching out for him.

As for today, it was a quiet day. It had begun as a quiet day. The two of them had breakfast with Christopher; and work went by in a fairly smooth shift, some rescues, a couple of accidents that resulted in minor scratches, nothing too demanding or gruesome. Nobody said a thing about it, trying to ignore how smoothly their 18 hours shift was going, because usually shifts like this are the calm before the storm.

And a couple of hours before the shift ended, the siren rang and they were already on the stairs, ready to jump into action.

And while they were in the truck Eddie heard it, that roar, and then that whirlwind of silence, dust and wind howling in the distance.

Eddie raised his head just enough to meet Buck’s eyes and exchange a knowing look.

If we get out of this alive─ he remembers thinking.

Of course, there were people in panic on the scene, but the silence, the disturbing silence of a city suddenly immobile was bleaker.

There was a shiny red car across the street, brand new, it must have cost an arm and a leg. The bodywork now covered in dust, the glass shattered from what looked like a piece of flesh.

In front of the building, a building quite anonymous, probably all offices, bureaucratic or insurance things that Eddie had not particularly paid attention to, there was a bus, a double-decker one, for tourists. The top of it was blown off. The seats and the passengers had been thrown out about seven or eight meters. Some bystanders sat on the ground, holding people’s hands. Some passengers were clearly dead, motionless, their bodies in unnatural positions, others were shouting out in pain, in fear.

Some waiters and a chef from a restaurant at the corner of the street, were distributing plastic gloves: to limit the damage to the people who were there and helped, not real first responders, but everyday people. Doorkeepers and security guards delivered blankets and sheets, even towels to stop the bleeding.

Some young policemen, who perhaps had just finished the academy, wanted to be told what to do, Athena was there barking orders, face stern and eyes fierce. But still, and this must have hit Eddie a little too close to home, there was not much panic in that unnatural silence.

The majority of the injuries, from a first rapid analysis, were compound fractures, lacerations, burns and blast injuries. The least lucky had serious brain trauma.

There were stains of blood and oil on the walls of the surrounding buildings, stains of smoke and dust, and flames, which made the grey outlines of skyscrapers look like ugly imitations of some of Pollock’s works.

When the explosion hits a surface, there is a very specific thing that happens: after the bomb blows off, there are like stress waves, shockwaves, that continue to travel within the surface. These waves move the energy within the thing they pass through. In a human body, they pass through the tissues and organs. Supersonic, like a Star Wars jet. They carry far more energy than sound waves, and in some cases security measures to ensure that a building doesn’t collapse amplify the already destructive effects. And when you enter a building hit by one of these shockwaves, it’s like walking in a building during, or in the immediate aftermath of an earthquake.

Eddie didn’t have time to even think about what the effects of the shockwaves or the fragmentation, could have irreparably damaged the building, he and Buck were entering. Hen and Chim stayed behind with Bobby, ready for the two victims, that two security guards that hadn’t made it out. The rest of the 118 was still a couple of blocks away. They didn’t have time, they needed to move fast. And as much as you can assess the damage from the outside, you can’t know for sure if you don’t go in.

This Eddie remembers, his head spinning as his ears whistle, that loud yet deep whistle that makes his thoughts cloudy and his eyes foggy. The air that seems kicked out from his lungs.

Could this be death?

He found himself thinking about it many times, the red sand of Afghanistan in the bed of his fingernails, muddy and sticky with blood, as he struggled to catch a breath, the air drawn away from the heat and the noise, from how the bullets rang in the immediate vicinity and resonated in his chest.

But now it’s so palpable. Scary.

He has to concentrate and gather his thoughts: first thing first, he has to understand if he can move, if he can move from there.

And then a flash, that dangles in the back of his head.

Buck.

All that time wasted, all that time gone, and Buck was still waiting on him.

Eddie is someone one who runs away and now that instead he has found the courage to stay, to ask. Now that he has found someone else who wants a Diaz package deal, had the courage to take his feelings in his hands, his heart on his lips… now it’s late.

And he had so little time to be happy with Buck, to make him happy.

If we get out of this alive, he remembers thinking, back on the truck, I have to ask you to marry me.

Here, this is what he remembers and also now he remembers that another bomb exploded while they were on the stairs. While Buck was with him on the stairs.

Buck. Where the hell is Buck?

When the second bomb blew off, on the other side of the building, Buck was a few steps away from him, on the staircase between the sixth and the seventh floor.

He can’t even remember Buck’s voice, how it sounded like all caught up in that deep whistling sound that drums in his ears. He was suggesting one of his plans to bring out the victims they were looking for. The plan included a kind of sled for the stairs, the two victims on a desk or a door and the two of them would direct it after having harnessed it. It was the only way to be quick if the ladder truck hadn’t been available.

Buck was behind him, a couple of steps away, and when Eddie heard that sudden rustling, the calm before the storm ─ or maybe he imagined it, maybe it had been more a feeling ─ , he had thrown himself on Buck in an attempt to save him.

Maybe it’s because Eddie is used to that noise, that he perceived before it even happened.

Let’s just stick with calling it a sixth sense. Or maybe he just saw some debris falling from the ceiling, and sensed the imminent collapse.

Realization is like a punch in the face. Buck isn’t there, in what Eddie would call a kind of bonded area.

It’s true, everything is in a very bad shape, battered, the stairs had crumbled with the second explosion, but somehow the entablature held up the impact, and the majority of the floors above are still in their places. The concrete and the debris all around him, but miraculously, apart from being precipitated on the lower floor, Eddie doesn’t seem to have many debris on him, not massive ones at least, nor he has serious wounds.

Now that he is somehow more conscious, awake, he needs to function a bit more. Before even getting up, he looks for the words at the bottom of his throat and tries to reach the radio to ask for help or at least to report his position. But he can’t hear, that damn background noise in his ears is so frigging loud and yet it’s all so quiet around him. He knows that sound, he’s sure he knows that sound, it’s like that scream that hoovers in his worst nightmares. He feels his lips moving against the speaker, he hears himself talk, his voice like a distant echo that murmurs in the back of his skull, but no, he can’t hear what they say. If they say anything to him, or if those are just those muffled sounds that their radios make when communications are cut off.

He then decides to get up and decipher the damage he has accused, and more importantly he need to asses if he can move and find a way out. They were between the sixth and the seventh floors. Maybe he can find a way, a small tunnel that can take him out. Or at least let him catch up with Buck.

He manages to roll on his side, and then on his stomach, the oxygen tank pressing against his shoulder blades was clearly the reason he couldn’t breathe well, when he woke up. With his legs aching, his neck and shoulders asking for mercy, he drags himself to the first wall that seems to have held up the blow. It must be reinforced concrete, or, even better a pillar. He sits up and puts a finger of the glove between his teeth and pulls away, freeing his hand to rub his face, and he discovers that no, at least there are no open cuts on his head and that noise he hears, maybe it’s just a whistle due to the very near explosion, more than a first sign of a serious brain damage.

He doesn’t seem to have broken bones, even if his legs don’t seem very reactive, he puts on the oxygen mask to inhale deeply twice, maybe three times, and regain a minimum of self-awareness. Oxygen reinvigorates his thoughts. He decides to switch on his flashlight to at least try to orient.

He moves slowly, his flashlight blinks a couple of times the light becoming more and more faint, a soft orange. But it makes enough light to see it, in the semi-darkness of that damn place, there’s a helmet a couple of feet away, near a pile of debris and cement and glass shattered.

He needs a moment to re-adjust his visual acuity, winking away the dust from his eyes: the white numbers finally flickering back at him.

118.

And it’s like some slow-motion scene in that big budget movies. And Eddie could swear he can actually see his own body moving, even before his very mind catches up. He drags himself there, near the helmet, his dying flashlight left forgotten on the concrete floor. Panic washes over him. Only Buck was there with him. And if his helmet is there, it’s enough to assume that under that horrendous amount of debris, and cement, and god knows what else, there is Buck.

He can think straight. He knows he can, he does that under pressure, has done that in stressful situations years before joining the LAFD, but he can’t. He just can’t. Not now. Not if Buck is under a ton of debris and cement, possibly heaving his last breath any minute now.

And that’s exactly what is happening in Eddie’s chest.

He needs to call for help, he needs to do something. He can’t possibly move all those debris without making it worse. He could actually smash the whole fragile equilibrium of the remains of the stairs and pillars, make it all collapse on him and Buck and, and he can’t do that.

He needs to move, he needs to seek any source of light, find a damn way to ask for help.

He can’t lose him.

All that time wasted, all that time gone, and Buck was still willing to love him. He can’t lose him.

He hears his own voice echoing in the back of his head, threading through his skull. He even knows the name of this specific physiological event, but the only thing he can think of, now, is help.

Help. Help. Help.

That’s what his voice is saying, that familiar noise in his ears so loud and deep that make his vision blurry. But he is sure he’s crying out for help.

But now he really needs to move, to find a goddamn source of light or whatever, everything. A way to get help, a way to get Buck, Evan, out of there.

He needs to focus, to function, he really needs to do his best now.

The stairs were on the left of the entrance, so the only reasonable thing to do is reaching the stairs and try to find a way out.

There’s a tunnel, on the right, like twelve feet away from the helmet. Maybe grovelling in there, he can reach Buck, maybe he can help him.

So, he moves, he crouches and tries to crawl under the tunnel made of broken pillars and collapsed cement.

And he really tries not to think. And the only thing that flashes in his mind, aside of Evan, Evan, Evan – like a mantra – is Christopher. And the blood freezes in his veins, now that he thinks about his son, who perhaps will lose at least one of them today.

No. No. Christopher can’t lose them, neither Buck nor Eddie. They will return to Christopher, should he dig the way to the exit himself, with his bare hands.

He sees a golden light crackling in the middle of the collapsed beams and concrete, he must go towards that light.

The debris blocks part of the tunnel, but he can actually stand at some point, the overlying corridor caved in and part of Eddie’s way is blocked, he will have to crawl with his back to the wall, and carry the oxygen tank by hand, otherwise he won’t pass. But he must go, he must continue.

To help Buck. he tells himself. Evan. Evan. Evan. he repeats like a mantra.

And maybe he anticipated a fire. Maybe Eddie anticipates elevated temperatures, it is to be expected when there are such explosions, especially if so close one another, but it is clearly a flashlight, the light that glimmers there at the bottom of his way.

Eddie shouts out. The way his ears ring, his head spinning with the echo of his words while he drags himself between the debris, the shoulder that threatens to yield, while tagging along the oxygen tank.

But he comes to the brink of the tunnel, at the edge of another free zone: there are debris everywhere, but there is a person who seems is looking for someone, who moves the flashlight in search of something in the piles of debris.

There is someone as battered as he is dragging himself around.

Eddie can’t assess his features, his face, his expression. It’s like a silhouette that person, and maybe it’s just a ghost of Eddie’s imagination.

But as soon as the light hits Eddie’s face and forces him to close his eyes for a moment, that person runs towards him, limping in a way that seems decidedly painful, but is on him in a matter of seconds.

And it is unmistakable that strong embrace, bone-crushing hug, yet so warm and delicate at the same time, tender, that it anchors him to reality, to life. The familiar scent, sweat, dust and that stupidly good oatmeal shampoo (“My hair are this fabulous due to oat, Eds!”), fills Eddie’s nostrils. And it feels like coming home.

He is alive. Buck. Evan. Evan is alive. He is alive. He is alive. He needs to repeat himself again and again, gasping, swallowing back a sob.

Now that they are together, now that they are together, everything will be fine.

“Evan!” Eddie croaks, or at least he is convinced to call his name, or maybe it’s his mantra. The whistle is gone all together. He nuzzles in the crook of Buck’s neck, tugging at his turnout coat like his own life depends on it.

Buck tightens his grip on Eddie, straightening them both. “I found you” he says.

And Eddie could swear that he hears Buck’s words in his chest, his voice that echoes stentorian and hoarse all together, even before it reaches his ears.

“Bullshits,” Eddie replies. “I found you”. His head spinning and his legs no longer holding him. And he’d like to say other words to him. He’d like to ask him now, of all moments, right here, this seems the perfect moment, now that they are both alive, he must ask him.

Now that they are together, everything will be fine.

But darkness starts to slip at the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision and he may have the feeling of his body giving in, collapsing in Buck’s arms.

Or maybe he is simply out of it even before realizing it. [Continue to ch.2]

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