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here it is, the long awaited true crime au!! april and i have had this idea for forever and finally decided to get serious about writing it. we literally share one braincell and have been adding things out of order to the document all throughout bc weâre just chaotic like that đ i hope yâall enjoy what weâve come up with. i love you bestie and am so happy we finally got to write this <3333
rated: t | words: 19.2 k | read on ao3
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âSo, Halloweenâs coming up.â
Eddie nodded his head as he took back a sip. He could already sense Buck becoming giddy next to him, Eddie knowing just how much his best friend loved the spooky holiday.
âSo, I was thinking for our podcast, maybe we could do one every day leading up to Halloween?â
âYea, thatâd be cool. Itâll be a lot of work though.â
They didnât always pre-record their episodes, not always having the time to do so, but it certainly made things easier with their busy schedules.
Buck went on, not seeming to care about the workload in the slightest.
âYea, and I was thinking, we could do like a theme, so every day we could talk about a new serial killer.â
Serial killers always peeked peopleâs attention, even Eddieâs. There werenât too many nowadays with all the technology and such, but it wasnât unheard of.
âOk, yea that sounds good. Have any in particular in mind?â
âWell, we gotta go with Angel-Face.â
Obviously. Eddie thought, frowning a little bit and tilting his head to the side.
âorâ
the one where Buck and Eddie host a true crime podcast
Amazing cover art by @ronordmann thank you so much.
911 Halloween week Day 7 free choice (witches transformation and magic)
14.4K mature
Maddie Buckley has magic and while trying to help her brother something goes wrong leaving Buck completely transformed and in a precarious position. Thereâs only one person who can help her while she tries to fix things and get her brother back to the way he was. A story where Buck moves in with Eddie but not in the way Eddie ever hoped for, for one thing heâd hadnât expected fur and whiskers to be involved. Itâs a good job he likes cats.
Maddie Buckley was born with a secret she had to keep from the world, a little later she was given a secret she had to keep from her brother.Â
Slowly her life became full of secrets but eventually things changed and some secrets were shared and others revealed.Â
Maddie thinks sheâs better at not keeping too many secrets these days but some things are still harder to share than others. Some things she still needs to keep hidden away.Â
This may be one of them, her eyes fade from purple to brown as she looks down at the floor in horror at whatâs happened.
This is a problem. A big one.
She expects her brother would agree with that assessment although heâs hardly in the position to express that right now. His blue eyes met hers and despite the unusual circumstances she can tell heâs unimpressed, but then who wouldnât be?
This wasnât supposed to have happened. All she can do is drop to her knees and mutter her apologies.Â
Maddieâs used to secrets but she doesnât think sheâs going to be able to keep this one for very long. Chim will notice when he gets home. Bobby will notice when Buck canât go into work tomorrow. Eddie will guess something is wrong when Buckâs constant stream of texts abruptly stops.Â
So with limited time to fix it she spends the afternoon trying to correct what sheâs done. She fails over and over again. She tries until sheâs exhausted and after the fourth time she has to rescue her brother from his niece she knows what she has to do. Where he needs to go while she sorts everything out, because this is fine, she can totally fix this. She just needs some more time.
Chim comes home and stares open mouthed as she explains whatâs happened. He agrees she needs help and thereâs only one person to go to, only one person Buck would want to be with right now.Â
Which is why sheâs on her way to Eddieâs house.Â
The phone screen remains dark no matter how long he stares. He glares at it, resting there on his coffee table, taunting him. Eddie resists a few moments longer then scrubbing at his face he gives in. He picks it up and double checks that there are no new messages that he might have missed. It seems unlikely after all because heâs  been staring at the damn thing for the last five minutes.
There are no new messages.Â
The phone goes down again accompanied by a weary roll of his eyes at his level of co dependency. One afternoon and evening of no texts from Buck and heâs worried and miserable.
He's being ridiculous, just because Buck hasnât text him for hours doesnât mean somethingâs wrong. That thought doesnât stop him checking the phone one last time or prevent him from tossing it away with an irritated noise, annoyed with Buck for ignoring him and with himself for minding.Â
Buck is probably just at the gym or at the store. There are any number of things he could be doing; maybe, Eddie thinks with a dark scowl he's on a date.Â
If Buckâs getting lucky it would explain the radio silence. He hadnât mentioned anything like that but that doesnât mean it isnât happening.
Eddie is honest enough to admit to himself that he doesnât enjoy the thought of Buck being on a date but on the other hand being on a date has never stopped Buck texting before so itâs still unusual not to hear from him.
Nibbling on the edge of a nail he tries to reassure himself. Nothingâs wrong. Heâs just worrying needlessly. He should go to bed, heâll see Buck at work tomorrow anyway.Â
He takes three steps towards his bedroom when the abrupt knock at his front door startles him; his heart starts pounding, his current apprehension about Buckâs is putting him on edge. He approaches the door nervously, a knot already forming in his stomach.Â
A quick glance at the time shows him it really is too late for casual visitors which means heâs not being paranoid, somethingâs happened and he braces himself for something bad, what he sees when he opens the door does absolutely nothing to settle his nerves.
âMaddie?âÂ
The sight of Buckâs sister on his doorstep generates a vicious spike of adrenaline in his blood, the desperate edge to his voice telegraphs his anxiety clearly.
âWhatâs happened? Is he ok?âÂ
He looks past her in the hopeful expectation of seeing Buck, although how he thinks Bucks 6ft frame is hiding being Maddie is anyone's guess. Heâs so busy worrying that he doesnât notice what sheâs holding.
âEddie donât panic.â Maddie seems calm enough but the words make his heart sink, nothing good has even followed those words, they fall in the same category as âwe need to talk.â
Unfortunately thatâs what she says next.
âWe need to talk, can I in come in?
Thatâs when he notices it - the cat.
Maddie offers no explanation for the animal in her arms as she crosses the threshold into his home.
Now heâs noticed it, the cat captures his full attention. Itâs large; ginger and white and itâs being held tightly to her body. The animal is looking right at him and as far as cats have expressions this one looks annoyed. Heâs never seen a cat look annoyed or anything so identifiable before, outside of Chrisâ cartoons. This one does though.Â
Maddie says his name again, drawing his attention back to her, âEddie, Buckâs ok.â
The cat makes a loud noise and Maddie turns the animal slightly so she can glare at it.
âHeâs fine.â she repeats firmly and with emphasis, if Eddie didnât know better heâd say she was talking to the cat not him.
The cat makes a break for freedom, it twists and jumps out of her arms and lands neatly. It stalks across his floor and jumps up onto the couch where it turns and sits very still looking at them both. Itâs very large for a cat and has blue eyes. Eddie finds himself and the cat staring at each other and Maddie has to say his name again to get his attention.
He drags his eyes back to her, the catâs presence and unusual aura is distracting him,
âIf heâs ok, why are you here?â
âWellâ the pause is ominous âitâs a little bit complicated.â Maddie doesnât quite meet his eye.
This time the cat makes a noise that sounds like âprumphâ. Eddie side eyes it and Maddie sighs. She rubs her hands together, her anxiety obvious, with another quick look at the cat she takes a deep breath and starts.
âSo - Buck told you about us right?âÂ
She waits for confirmation, Eddie nods, he knows what she's alluding to. Buck told him months ago. It had been something of a shock although he thinks he handled it pretty well.Â
âYes, he said you're magical.â
Witches to be precise.
âHe told me everything.â His expression hardens then because he does know about them and not all of it had been good. Buck had indeed told him everything, saying he didnât want any secrets between them. Buck had looked at him blue eyes wide and trusting and said he wanted Eddie to know the real him. Eddie had been touched by the level of faith Buck had in him.Â
More explanation had followed that initial reveal; Buck apparently only had a little magic but Maddieâs talent was much stronger than his own. There were reasons for that and Eddie had not been impressed.
Buck had kept his eyes downcast as he explained why his magic was lesser than his sisterâs, heâd been unable to look Eddie in the eyes as he spoke about it; the memory of Buckâs haltering explanation still made him furious.Â
Eddie had listened in growing horror as Buck told him how his own parents had used him, drained the majority of his gift away in an effort to feed the spell meant to cure his older brother who had been dying. A spell that hadnât even worked.Â
Eddie feels the echos of the cold rage that had spread through him that day as Buck kept going with his story, explaining that until quite recently he had known nothing of the spell, that his parents had hidden what theyâd done letting him think he was just born faulty, Buckâs word not his, letting him grow up thinking he was simply less magical, less gifted than his sister.Â
Maddieâs not looking at him now, he knows she feels guilty for keeping all that hidden. Buck hadnât even known he had a brother until last year. It had taken him a while to forgive her, Eddieâs impressed that he did it so quickly.Â
Maddieâs eyes have drifted back to the cat. He wonders vaguely if itâs a witch thing, taking cats out when you go visiting.
Maddie takes a deep breath before telling the rest of her story.Â
âWell, Buck and me, we were trying something today, we thought weâd found a way to⌠that maybe we might be able changeâŚâ she stops again, âwell that doesnât matter now but it went ⌠wrong.â Her eyes peer up at him on the last word.
The cat meows again as it flops down on his couch.Â
Eyes drawn by the movement Eddie notices it has markings on its face, white fur around one eye contrasting with the ginger. Itâs left eye.Â
His stomach clenches, an ominous feeling growing steadily, panic clawing through his veins.
âHow wrong?â He almost doesnât recognise his own voice, itâs low and urgent, âMaddie what happened?â he demands, desperate for an answer. âWhereâs Buck?â
She winces, then nose wrinkled up, mouth scrunched into a guilty moue, she looks at the cat.Â
It takes a heartbeat to process what sheâs trying to say and another to deny it before his whispered âNoâ echoes round the silent room. She canât meanâŚEddie shakes his head and repeats his denial more firmly.
âNo.âÂ
Maddie nods, biting on her lip. âIt was an accident.â
The cat mewls sadly from its spot on the couch.
âYou⌠you turned Buck into a cat?â Itâs suddenly extremely hard to breathe.Â
Her voice is small and apologetic âKinda.â
âKinda!?â His voice in contrast to hers rises sharply then falls into an angry hiss as he points at the couch âthatâs a cat Maddie, an actual cat!âÂ
âI know,â she looks and sounds deeply puzzled âI donât know what went wrong. We thought either it would work or it just wouldnât. We didnât expect⌠this.â she sighs âIâve never done anything like this before.â
The cat yowls loudly, head twisted to the side, its eyes fixed on her in a hard stare.
Maddie frowns back, she steps closer, lowering her voice, âThat wasnât my fault and you know it.â The cat goes âmrwrarrâ and turns around. She folds her arms and mutters âanyway it was only a tail that time.âÂ
Eddieâs knees feel a little weak, sitting down seems wise. Itâs a lot to process but Maddieâs last sentence has to be investigated.Â
âYou gave Buck a tail?â
She sits down opposite him, next to the cat. He canât quite think of it as Buck yet.
âYeahâ her voice reflects the awkwardness of the fact, Eddie canât really imagine the kind of apologies that go with giving your brother a tail.
âIt was just once but heâs never let me forget it.â She glares at the cat who's now ignoring her, âhe had to miss Junior prom, he was so mad with me.â
Eddie can't help thinking Buck might have had some justification for that.
âMom and Dad kept him off school for a month. Which I personally think was an overreaction, the tail only lasted two weeks.â Maddie sounds a little defensive about the whole thing. Eddie decides to keep his opinions to himself.Â
Then he registers what she said, two weeks - his eyes widen in shock, that canât be right.Â
âIs he going to be stuck like this for two weeks?âÂ
âNoâ she scoffs dismissively, then deflates âwell⌠probably not, a few days, maybe? Possibly a bit longer?â
Eddieâs heart sinks with every word she utters; he wishes she sounded more convincing.Â
Maddie plasters a smile on her face âIâm going to ask around for some advice, look for a way to reverse it but Iâm sure it'll just wear off by itself.â Â
He listens unsure who sheâs trying to convince him or herself. Or maybe itâs the cat.Â
The cat: aka Buck. Heâs sitting perfectly still on the couch, staring unblinking at his sister. He looks unimpressed, it seems like a fairly typical expression for a cat.Â
âSo youâre sure it's not permanent.â Heâd like a guarantee but heâs not getting one. Maddie remains silent.Â
The cat turns his furry little head when Eddie speaks and the sapphire gaze is focused on him like a laser beam. His breath catches because thereâs more than a cat looking back at him.
âBuck?â
The cat meows at him and Eddie suddenly believes, not that he thought Maddie was lying but he suddenly knows in his bones that the cat is Buck.Â
Maddie still hasnât answered him and sheâs taking far too long for Eddieâs peace of mind. He prompts a response.
âYou are sure heâll turn back arenât you?â
Her response lacks the conviction heâd like to hear, she doesnât quite mask the wobble in her quiet âYes.â
âMaddie?â His own voice is thick with concern, she needs to do better than that if she expects him to believe her.
She tries again. This time her voice is bright and confident.
âOf course itâs not permanentâ but she doesnât look him in the eye when she says it.
Eddie gulps in more air, heâs feeling dizzy, fighting the growing panic inside him. It canât be permanent. Thatâs just not an option. Random thoughts flit across his mind and one suddenly sticks, âWhat about work? He canât just not show up.âÂ
âChimneyâs going to tell Bobby tomorrow, theyâll put him on medical leave.â So Bobby must also know about Buck and Maddie then.Â
Eddie wonders how Bobby will fill in those particular forms, absent due to having whiskers and a tail? Unable to work because paws arenât compatible with fire fighting equipment? He stops that train of thought, heâs getting distracted, his mind trying to focus on anything thatâs not the cat still staring at him.
âCan he stay with you?â Maddieâs still talking to him â I canât leave him alone and I know this is where heâd feel safest.â
âReally?â that slips out in a tone that reveals how pleased he is that Maddie thinks his home is Buckâs safe space. She definitely notices and he finds himself at the other end of her penetrating and knowing gaze.
Buck's sister smiles at him kindly âOf course. He loves being here with you and Chris. I never hear the end of how wonderful you are. How much he⌠â the cat head-buts her hard, she turns to him with an innocent sounding âWhat?â And Eddieâs heard that tone from his own sisters.Â
More yelping and mewling from his newly furry friend has her rolling her eyes.Â
Maddie says âDonât be silly, of course not.â and scratches him behind the ear, thereâs a small purr and he assumes that means Buckâs getting what he wants.Â
Eddie looks at the cat then back at Maddie âCan you understand him?
Maddie wiggles her head from side to side in a noncommittal fashion, âWell heâs talking in cat and Iâm listening in human so thereâs definitely a communication barrier but I get the general sense, I think the spell links us a bit which helps and⌠â she says, eyes dropping to the cat whose now cleaning his ear with a paw, â I do know my brother quite well.â
The cat finishes washing and jumps down. He moves to sit on the floor by Eddieâs feet. When he gets no attention he rams his head into his leg. Eddieâs hand twitches but is it appropriate to smooth Buck when heâs a cat? Itâs a dilemma, God knows heâs had ideas about running his fingers through Buckâs hair when his best friend is human shaped but he doesnât ever give in to those thoughts does he so he denies himself the impulse to reach out now.Â
That means he has to ignore the insistent pushing against his leg. He refuses to look down, keeps his eyes on Maddie. She looks like sheâs trying not to smile.
Buck stops nudging him and sits again with a grumpy little mrrrrph. A quick glance downwards shows him an upturned face still waiting expectantly.
The glance is obviously enough of an invitation for Buck because the cat, (think of him as a cat, Eddie tells himself), jumps and four paws land on his lap, thatâs quickly followed by a pink nose and a head rubbing against his chest.Â
Cat Buck obviously has an agenda and heâs a weak man, heâs always liked cats anyway, he canât be expected to resist this one. If Buck instigates it, it must be ok right?Â
He finds his hand stroking the cat's head which only encourages the furry little beast. Its purring becomes louder.Â
âCan he understand us? He asks Maddie.
He asks the cat too. âYou getting any of this buddy?â
The cat mews back which might be an answer, itâs hard to tell.
Maddieâs response this time is slower, âI think he understands, not as much as a human but definitely more than a regular cat.âÂ
Something flashes behind her eyes, something sheâs not saying. Thereâs a brief glimpse of a worried crease on her forehead but he blinks and itâs gone. Heâs about to ask but cat Buck bumps his head against Eddieâs chest again and he's distracted.
A few more moments pass as he fusses the cat.
âMaddie, this isnât just a bad joke is it?â Itâs his last hope and Maddie dashes it.
âNo, I'm afraid not.â
âHow are you so calm?â The words burst out âDoes this sort of thing happen a lot?âÂ
âNo Eddieâ she sounds unimpressed, â people turning into cats does not happen a lot, even if I am a witch.âÂ
She stands then with a heavy sigh, âlook I need to go, get in touch with those people as soon as I can.â The unreadable look crosses her face again âthe sooner we get him back the better.â
He nods âHeâll be safe here until he turns back.âÂ
She smiles again âI know.â
She turns to go but the nagging doubt is still there so he calls out after her,Â
âMaddie?â she turns, âthereâs⌠thereâs nothing else I should know, right?â
She smiles at him and Eddie thinks it's just a little too bright, too cheerful to be real.
âOf course notâÂ
He wishes he believed her.
Maddie sighs heavily as she leaves her brother behind with his best friend and the man she suspects heâs in love with. Itâs the best place for him but she feels terrible.Â
Theyâd been trying to reactive his magic and it had gone so horribly wrong she can scarcely process it.
Sheâs heard about transformations like this a few times and the stories arenât giving her a lot of hope.
She turns the key and starts the car. She has a lot to do and not much time before she might not be able to fix this at all.Â
The only stories sheâs heard have ended with the transformation becoming permanent if the person doesnât change back within a few weeks.Â
She adds that secret to the others sheâs kept over the years and drives away.Â
Eddie sighs, Maddieâs gone and heâs alone with his best friend.
His best friend who's currently a cat. This was not how he was expecting his day to end.
Buck jumped off his lap when Maddie got up to leave, he followed her to the door and Eddie let them have a private goodbye. Heâs straightening up cushions for something to do when he turns and finds himself under the scrutiny of those eerily familiar blue eyes.Â
Buck makes a very handsome feline. His lips twitch, of course he does. If Buck got turned into a pumpkin heâd probably win best squash in show.
Eddie laughs out loud at the thought, god, he might just be a tiny bit hysterical. This is utterly ridiculous. He looks down, brown eyes meeting blue as they so often do but this time itâs so very different.Â
Heâs worried and scared for his friend. Maddie hadnât been particularly reassuring about how long this would last and he canât shake the feeling she hasnât told him something.Â
Buck mews to capture his attention, he canât imagine being a cat is Buckâs idea of a good time. He rubs at his eyes, feeling stressed. How are they going to do this?
He crouches down to talk to him, âHi there.âÂ
Cat Buck blinks at him slowly.
âYou know I was worried about you tonight. Knew something was wrong.â
All Buck has to say about that is âmrrrwarawrâ which is of minimal help.
Eddie reaches out a tentative hand and Buck sniffs at him then rubs his head against his fingers. Eddie sighs,âThis is not good, Buck. Not good.â
The cat stands and butts his head against the outstretched fingers more enthusiastically, looking for ear scratches that he quickly receives.Â
âYou know this is weird right?â Buck makes a quiet meep as he sits back down on the floor. âReally weird.â
Cats canât shrug so thatâs not what happens but his new house guest tries anyway, shoulders shift strangely.
âGlad you agreeâ he says wryly blowing out another heavy puff of air, then the practicalities of the situation occur to him and grateful for something to do he stands and says âYou hungry? Think Iâve got some chicken you can have.âÂ
Buck perks up at that and making a significant amount of noise that Eddie can only assume is agreement heads towards the kitchen with a happy bounce in his step.Â
Eddie watches him go, the fact that the cat heads straight to the kitchen is just more proof it really is Buck. He shakes his head and follows him, theyâll get through this, strange as it is. They always do.Â
âWe saw you for what you are â an angel, here on earth, trapped among man.â Buck canât tell if itâs a new person speaking, but the way they talk, the words falling from their lips in reverence â it sends a shudder rippling down his spine.
An angel? Him?
It doesnât make any sense! The slow molasses drip of his thoughts come to a screeching halt.
"NotâŚan angelâ 'm a firefighter," Buck protests, words slurred.
Or, the one where Buck gets taken by a cult on Halloween.
@911halloweek happy halloweek day 6! todayâs story comes from one of my favorite movies trick âr treat. hope yâall enjoy đ also, thank you for making the cover art bestie @swiftiediaz <333
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âOk, I wanna tell you a storyâŚa scary one.â
Eddie raised a brow, not looking amused in the slightest.
âAnd we had to come all the way out here for you to tell it why?â
âBecause babe, this totally sets the scene. I mean, isnât this way cooler than sitting at home?â
Eddie didnât think so, but he didnât want to take away Buckâs excitement.
âFine, but hurry up before I freeze my ass off, or turn into a pumpkin or something.â
Buck gave him a sly grin, one that honestly creeped Eddie out a little.
 âYou donât wanna end up like the main star of our story Eds, trust me.â
Eddie had no idea what that meant, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.
âorâ
Buck drags Eddie out in the middle of the night to tell him a scary story, one that might not be just a story after all
@911halloweek happy day 5! todayâs prompt brought to by bucks (and my) love of random facts đ
rated: g | words: 5k | read on ao3
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Hen sighed. âI never want to see another pumpkin again.â
âWell, we actually havenât been dealing with that many pumpkins.â
They all turned to Buck, Bobby and Eddie included, their brows raised in question.
âTechnically if they have faces, theyâre called jack-o-lanterns.â
While everyone else let out a groan, Eddie couldnât help but to shake his head with a fond grin; leave it to Buck to come up with something so ridiculous.
Buck shrugged his shoulders. âWhat? Itâs true.â
They all settled back in, but it wasnât long before Buck was gathering their attention once more.
âDid you know that in the 1600âs the term jack-o-lantern referred to a nightman who literally carried a lantern?â
happy @911halloweek day 4! hereâs the long awaited fic from this moodboard that i made last year!! thank you to everyone whoâs helped support or get me through this esp april (love you bestie!!). iâm pretty proud of this one đ thank you to @ronordmann for this beautiful cover that just makes me so happy đĽ˛đ
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Eddie
Until joining the 118, Eddie had never met an alpha like Buck, not one that was so pure and true, his demeanor as soft and bright as the color of his eyes. There were layers to Evan Buckley, ones Eddie would have to peel back one by one, always hoping for more, though never pushing for too much. The alphas eyes were so blue, ones you could sink right into, falling into an endless sea; Eddie never wanted to swim back to shore.
Buck
His entire life, Buck had been made to believe that omegas were weak, that they couldnât handle their own and had to be told what to do; he might has well have been one himself. It wasnât until he met Eddie Diaz, the omega with eyes so sharp, the flecks of green in them like that of that of a crackling fire, that he learned the difference. Thereâd been a fire raging in him for years, one no one had ever been able to tame, Buck ready to let it course right through him.
âorâ
the one where Bucks and alpha, Eddie and omega, the two helplessly in love
imposter's kiss (i know it's not his) by bigfootsmom
teen ⢠8.5k ⢠buddie
TW: non-con touching/kissing, strangulation (not between buddie)
He realizes two things in quick succession: Eddieâs mouth tastes sweet like hard cider, and Eddie is taller than Buck.
Buck has a third horrifying realization: this isnât his boyfriend.
â
The bad thing about costumes is that you can't see who's inside of them.
When everyone had teased Buck and assumed he would be wearing some 'scanty' outfit for the part to show off his body and for the attention, and Buck had scoffed and told everyone that his costume covered all of him, this wasn't what Eddie had expected. His best friend had just walked through the door of Bobby's and Athena's house wearing a skin-tight black one-piece with an almost golden skeleton printed on the front. The tight material might be covering Buck from neck to wrists to ankles but it still left nothing to the imagination (not that it was necessary, they had seen everything of each other in the showers at work more than once) and Eddie felt like the air had been sucked out of the roomâright along with every bit of moisture in his mouth and throat.
Eddie himself was wearing a ridiculous and surely historically wrong costume of a spartan, feeling stupidly naked with the robe that seemed to be barely covering enough of him to not feel like he was walking around in his underwear, and the room was suddenly still way, way too hot. And, of course, Buck had to walk in when Eddie had been in the middle of eating one of those little snack burger thingys that Bobby had prepared for the occasion, causing him to almost choke on the damn thing when he sucked in a hasty breath at the sight of his best friend.
Buck had just accepted a glass with a worryingly purple cocktail from Hen when his eyes flickered through the room, easily finding Eddie who was still coughing and hoping to just melt into the wall he was leaning against because the idea of some harmless little costume party with his found-family and their friends had suddenly turned into much more than he had bargained for. Maybe he should have been prepared for Buck giving him a damn near heart attack any time soon, especially when the other man's face lit up and he weaved his way through the other people, tempting Eddie to drop his gaze to his definitely covered but also definitely not enough body.
This would definitely be a very long evening in the best and worst way possible...
"So, do you remember how I spent weeks convincing you to agree to go to that Halloween party tonight?"
"You mean do I remember how you pestered me about it until I said yes because you wouldn't accept my actual decision of not wanting to go to some overcrowded party in skimpy costumes? Yes, TK, I actually remember that," Carlos deadpanned, turning around from where he was currently preparing silly Halloween-themed snacks for exactly that dreadful occasion. He would definitely prefer to just stay home and cuddle up on the couch, maybe watch a few movies with his husband while handing out candy to kids in between. He had been so glad to find out that he had the day off and wouldn't be out there working in the madness that always occurred during this day every damn year but TK had successfully ruined his hopes for a quiet night in because Carlos always ended up giving in to his lover's sad puppy eyes sooner or later. He had tried to resist but to no avail.
"Right, yeah. Soooooo..."
The young officer sighed heavily because whenever TK started stalling instead of blurting something out without filter, it was usually a bad sign. "What is it?"
"That means you wouldn't be terribly angry with me if we had a change of plans?" TK took a careful little step closed, blinking his eyes to innocently fan his long lashes because he was a little shit and never above using whatever means necessary to twist Carlos around his little finger.
"Depends on what I would have to be doing instead," Carlos sighed, putting down the knife and fulling turning around with his hip propped up against the countertop, arms raising to cross in front of his chest as if that would somehow manage to shield him from the effect of TK's big green eyes.
"Judd texted me half an hour ago that their babysitter canceled on them short notice and I may have agreed that we could take Charlie trick or treating and keep her until tomorrow morning." TK seemed to hold his breath as if he had just said something actually outrageous and maybe Carlos would have been at least a bit angry or annoyed at their plans being changed at such short noticeâwhile he didn't want to go to that stupid party, he had still prepared himself mentally for itâbut this? This was honestly the best thing he could have wished for.
"Seriously? Why didn't you just say so? Of course, we'll do that," the young officer said with a chuckle, feeling the tension melt out of his body immediately at the prospect of getting to spend the evening with his husband and the most adorable little girl in the world instead of having to bounce around a party full of strangers in a costume that consisted of way too little fabric than he felt comfortable with in such an environment if he was being honest. "Wait, does that mean we also have to dress up because those costumes are definitely not suitable to go trick or treating with a four-year-old."
"Well...I figured we could maybe just put on our work uniforms? At least that way no one can say our costumes aren't realistic enough," TK grinned with a shrug and Carlos knew he probably should have expected that but Charlie would definitely have a lot more fun if they were dressed up as well so this would have to do.
"If we both get Halloween off again at some point, I insist we just stay home on the couch, though. Going trick or treating is the only acceptable deviation from that plan. Understood?" The young officer said, trying for a stern tone but he didn't feel taken very seriously when TK's face broke out into a beaming smile as he stepped closer to pull him into a kiss.
thanks @911halloweek for putting this event on! i have an entire week of spooky fics written out, so letâs kick things off with some fluff and girl!dad buddie đť
halloweek day one: costumes
rated: g | words: 2.7k | read on ao3
summary:
Halloween was just a few days away, neither of them having had the time or energy to shop for costumes as of yet. Chris was seven this year, their daughter just having turned two.
Looking down to her, Buck cooed, âwhat do you wanna be for Halloween baby girl?â
âKitty!â she hollered out, poking at Buck.
Both him and Eddie chuckled at that, Eddie reaching out to grab her hands. âOk, weâll get you a kitty costume. Chris, what do you wanna be?â
Chris shook his head, with an eyeroll, one that was all too familiar to Buck. If Chris got his love for random facts from him, then he definitely got his sass from Eddie.
âShe doesnât want to be a kitty dads, she wants to be Boo.â
Buck looked back to Eddie then, his husband frowning in just as much confusion, Chris exasperated as ever.
Thereâs a chill in the air as leaves crunch underfoot, kicking up the smells of dirt, decay, and⌠pumpkin spice? Spooky season is fast approaching, which means itâs time for an equally spooky fan event! 9-1-1 HalloWeek is open to 9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star creators of all kinds, whether youâre a writer, an artist, an editor, or all three! HalloWeek runs from October 24th to October 30th and features a new prompt every day. Find the schedule below:
Monday October 24th: Costumes
Tuesday October 25th: Party
Wednesday October 26th: Rated R
Thursday October 27th: Supernatural
Friday October 28th: Jack-O-Lantern
Saturday October 29th: Scary Story
Sunday October 30th: Free Choice
Each creation should be posted to Tumblr with the tag #911HW2022 within the first twenty tags so it can be shared to this blog. Visit the FAQ to learn more about participation rules, and please reblog this post to spread the word!
Thereâs a chill in the air as leaves crunch underfoot, kicking up the smells of dirt, decay, and⌠pumpkin spice? Spooky season is fast approaching, which means itâs time for an equally spooky fan event! 9-1-1 HalloWeek is open to 9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star creators of all kinds, whether youâre a writer, an artist, an editor, or all three! HalloWeek runs from October 24th to October 30th and features a new prompt every day. Find the schedule below:
Monday October 24th: Costumes
Tuesday October 25th: Party
Wednesday October 26th: Rated R
Thursday October 27th: Supernatural
Friday October 28th: Jack-O-Lantern
Saturday October 29th: Scary Story
Sunday October 30th: Free Choice
Each creation should be posted to Tumblr with the tag #911HW2022 within the first twenty tags so it can be shared to this blog. Visit the FAQ to learn more about participation rules, and please reblog this post to spread the word!
Rating: Teen / ~30K / complete / 911HW2021: Free Choiceâ¨
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It was a farm like this one where he almost died. The earth collapsed, buried him underground, and tried to swallow him whole. There was no light, no air, no way for anyone to descend and save him in time.
He tries to never think of it. It was too close. It was in the past and heâd survived. There was no reason to remember.
But everything here smells the same. The soil and manure. The livestock animals. The decay of dry, fallen leaves. The putrid, stagnant puddles of irrigation water. The mold and rot clinging to flooded cornstalks that have died and been left standing too long after being harvested. If they were harvested at all.
Thereâs too many similarities. Itâs too easy to feel like dying.
The far off distance has a sinister glow of wildfire. The other teams are working to put out flames before it continues to spread. The air still carries smoke but the ominous waning moon is hanging over all of them, visible even through dark clouds and the remnants of daylight.
Every minute the sun descends, red and blue emergency lights from gathered vehicles grow brighter. They illuminate the peripheral edges of the massive field, but have no help of shining light on all of it. The maze is too vast. Thereâs no GPS. No radio contact. No cell service. Itâs a dead zone.
Itâs how people get lost here.
The corn maze stretches for endless acres. Nearly sixty of nothing but those plants carved in winding, convoluted patterns and pathways. The farm boasts one of the largest corn mazes in the world. A sea of dense rows, and as soon as someone dares to venture into it, the horizon is lost. No shore. No land. Nothing but empty stalks.
Those drying stalks can be twice as tall as he is.
âLook, cornfields are sketchy as hell,â he remembers Buckâs voice, his warnings on their drive here. âThere are all sort of stories about wolf-like creatures that live in cornfields and hide in between stalks and shadows. Their breathing sounds like wind and irrigation pipes. They shapeshift and kidnap children. Or they kill and eat them. Plus corn has to be planted super close together so they can pollinate and produce viable grain so things hide in those tight rows. And corn grows way taller than people. The average can be twelve feet, but the world record for a corn stalk is forty-five feet tall. If you go into a cornfield, you canât see anything but the corn. You canât hear anything because all the sounds get muffled. Of course people get lost in corn mazes. Some donât come back. People see things near cornfields. Red eyes in the shadows. Creatures that are skeletal and move in ways they shouldnât. You can feel weird energy. There are so many things wrong with massive, monoculture crops. Theyâre living structures. Itâs alive. Theyâre terrifying.â
His voice was strained, frightened, and no one had paid it any mind. There hadnât been anything to fear.
Itâs not that Eddie puts any stock in exaggerated stories like that. None of it is true. As much as people like to make up tales and pretend they see things that donât exist, this is merely a farm. No one is going to die because of a field of grain crops. Even one people refer to as Hell.
No one has died here. Injuries have been minor. Everyone has been examined and tended to. Last he heard, they flooded the northern fields and the water will spill downward and collect in the center, and the fire is all but contained.
There are no ghosts. Or mythological monsters. There are no corn wolves, no creatures that shapeshift and eat children, no murderous supernatural phenomena coming to attack. No matter what anyone else says or believes. Heâs not afraid of urban legends and folklore and tales made up fae creatures.
The brain plays tricks when emotional, when exhausted, when stressed or frightened or traumatized. It doesnât make any of it real.
thank you all so much for participating in 9-1-1 HalloWeek this year! every single entry was so incredible, and we loved getting to celebrate our favorite time of year. a big shoutout to everybody who participated (and an even bigger shoutout to those who completed the entire week), this event would have been nothing without you.