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eddie diaz's theory on the buckley law of attraction (gen | eddie vs chim, eddie&theo, buddie inherent in premise | 1.7k | eddie week day 2 - competition | chim is theo's favorite, eddie (and jee) get jealous)
okay, so, eddie likes to think of himself as a relatively reasonable guy.
(the buck living rent-free in his mind cackles. eddie tells him to shut the fuck up. just because he got a front seat to the times when eddie was perhaps and definitively not being reasonable does not mean that eddie is always like that.
ignore the load-bearing closets in his brain, they have nothing to do with this discussion.)
so. eddie. reasonable guy. generally decent at going with the flow. accepting things as they come.
however.
"mr. chimney!"
"oh my god, do i hear a superhero? maddie, call tmz, because i think we have a sighting of spiderman in LA!"
eddie picks his glass of iced tea back up from the backyard table, where he totally didn't set it down in anticipation of getting a hug from theo. beside him, christopher eyes him with the world-weary bemusement of someone who's been looking at college admission requirements.
"dad," he says calmly. "you're gonna crack the glass if you keep holding it that hard."
eddie takes an extremely calm sip of tea, watching theo practically cartwheel out of buck's laughing arms to run towards chimney. chimney, who catches him with an oomph and immediately allows the toddler to climb onto his back. chimney, who laughs as theo tugs at his hair, looking absolutely delighted.
chimney, who, according to buck, is theo's favorite person.
"hey eddie- uh, what's...up...?"
chris hands buck a glass of iced tea tiredly. "dad's being a freak," he informs him, as buck sits beside him.
"i'm fine," eddie grits out, glaring at chimney. buck frowns at him, then at chris. because chris is buck's favorite kid. and buck is christopher's favorite adult, which is why he's eddie's best friend. it just-- it makes sense. it's how the world works.
and chimney is theo's favorite adult. even though eddie is buck's best friend. even though theo is buck's...he's buck's. and eddie is also buck's. so surely by the transitive properties of buckliness eddie should get something.
theo cackles as chimney throws him into the air. even though eddie can throw him higher. because he's so much taller and also can do mma. chimney's never joined a fight club.
eddie stands up abruptly. buck startles slightly. chris sighs.
"i'm gonna go say hi to theo," eddie says, normally.
as he walks away, buck turns to chris: "should we stop him?"
chris already has his phone out, camera turned towards his dad. "no," he says. "let him get it out of his system."
---
to carry out his mission, eddie needs a partner.
not buck, despite the fact that eddie almost always wants buck to be his partner in everything, always (in a completely normal way). he has specific requirements for this. exact measurements, even. his head turns.
hen is chatting with athena on the porch, denny and mara crowded over denny's switch on a nearby chair. ravi, may, and maddie are talking about something, harry chiming in between bites of rotisserie chicken. karen is getting herself a glass of wine, and below the table--
there.
jee-yun looks at eddie with grumpy brown eyes as he crouches down to be eye-level with her, her tiny frame curled below the table in a sullen little ball.
"hey, jee," he says.
"uncle eddie," she pouts.
"why are you under the table?"
"daddy won't play with me," she frowns. crosses her arms. "because theo-" and eddie was unaware that a small child could pack that much venom into a single word. "- wanted him to play instead."
eddie watches her, then holds out a hand. "jee," he says, very solemnly. "do you want to join forces with me, to get your daddy to play with us?"
jee looks at him with assessing eyes, which makes eddie remember why he doesn't talk to maddie much. too many buckley genes capable of picking eddie apart.
finally, a tiny, imperious nod, and a hand in his.
---
this is one of those times when chris wishes he had two extra limbs, because buck's barbeque chicken and aunt maddie's potato salad are fire, but he really can't take the time to eat when he needs to capture the blackmail of the century.
"chris," buck hisses, nudging him in the side. chris glares at him a little, because that was a perfect shot, thank you very much. "are you sure we shouldn't-- actually, what the hell am i doing, i should go and stop them--"
"too late," chris says, as dad and jee hold up waterguns to theo and chimney's faces with honestly unsettling coordination, their other hands offering two more guns to the child and adult they're threatening.
"et tu, my daughter?" chimney says, sounding equal parts bemused and terrified. "and eddie? is this a coup or something?"
"this is a duel," dad intones. jee-yun nods, her princess tutu scrunched behind dad's neck. he looked so embarrassing. chris has to take in every moment of this.
"oh my god," buck whispers faintly, at the exact moment when chimney and theo grab their water guns, dad and jee's fingers tighten on their triggers, and chaos promptly ensues.
---
fun fact about eddie: he was in the military.
shocker, i know, but it's true. eddie was in the military, and got a silver star, and is currently using every iota of skill he's learned in basics to take chimney down.
"what the f-fudge, diaz?" chimney yelps, as he whips around to eddie's spray of ice-cold water on the back of his neck. "how the hell did you even get there?"
chimney didn't even understand flanking tactics. amateur. he'd been too distracted by jee-yun and theo rolling into a puddle as they sprayed one another, theo immediately splashing jee with mud and jee retaliating by using her longer reach to cover his entire face with pond water.
"it's called strategy, captain," eddie grins with maybe a few too many teeth. "now, are you ready to surrender?"
chimney looks at theo, who looks solemnly back at him. "never," he hisses.
"then you've left me with no choice," eddie tells him, as he pulls a small object out of his jacket pocket.
"when the fuck--" chimney begins, before the bomb hits, exploding in a spray of water that knocks him backwards. oops. maybe eddie threw that a little too hard.
"MR. CHIMMEY," theo yells, running towards chim.
"THAT'S MY DADDY," jee screams, tackling him.
"oh shit," eddie says, approximately two seconds before a broad hand grabs the back of his collar and he is turned to face a deeply unimpressed buck.
---
"say hi to the viewers, dad."
"hi to the viewers, dad," eddie deadpans. chris makes a face at him, then swings the camera back around to film his own face.
"tell them what you're doing, dad."
eddie stares at the camera. chris stares back. eddie sighs.
"i'm in time out."
chris grins, zooming the camera out to show the dining chair eddie is sitting in, indoors and, according to buck, "away from potential damage."
then, he shifts the camera slightly. "hi, jee."
jee-yun crosses her arms and pouts harder. "i didn't push him hard," she complains.
chris turns the camera around to give the lens a deadpan stare. "so much mud," he whispers. "so many tears."
the only saving grace here is that between him and buck, they'd managed to convince chris to keep his social media to a private instagram. eddie isn't sure what he'd do if chris put this on tiktok. he's pretty sure that he was gonna get Looks from all of christopher's terrifying teenage friends as it was.
"and how long are you going to be in time out?" chris asks them, a glee that eddie is adamant he gets from shannon in his voice.
"until they're not a menace to society anymore," maddie says, coming out from the kitchen with a hand on chimney's shoulder, as the other man grins at eddie with a bag of frozen peas pressed against the bruise on his chin. eddie winces. yeah, maybe that was fair.
then chim grins, and eddie changes his mind. his captain was gonna milk this for the rest of their fucking lives.
"insubordination," he mouths to eddie. eddie resists the urge to give him a rude gesture back, but only because maddie was glaring at him, and eddie knows that she has murdered two separate people who were a threat to her husband.
behind them, buck walks out with theo in his arms, the toddler looking perfectly happy as he chews on a creamsicle. buck gives him a disappointed look, which eddie finds unfair. how the hell did buck perfect bobby's disapproval from beyond the grave?
"you wanna go out and play again?" buck asks theo. theo shakes his head, curls flopping and still flaked with mud.
"wanna play with mr. chim," he says. eddie twitches. chris snickers.
jee-yun narrows her eyes at him. for a moment, the entire room braces for an explosion. but then, she shuffles her chair closer to eddie. "fine," she says, imperious. "then i get uncle eddie."
jaws drop. bags of peas hit the floor. christopher's camera shakes as he cries with laughter.
theo's mouth opens in a perfect o, his eyes fill with tears. buck catches the popsicle before it can go into his hair.
"THAT'S MY EDDIE," a voice decidedly disproportionate to a toddler-sized body echoes throughout the room.
chimney gapes at jee-yun. "jee, honey," he says, pleading, as maddie sighs. "you still love daddy best, right? daddy's still more fun than uncle eddie?"
"this is the best day of my life," chris whispers, capturing everything with his phone camera. theo scrambles out of buck's arms to grab eddie's jean leg. jee immediately tries to kick him. maddie and buck grab at their prospective children.
eddie? well. not to say eddie likes the chaos incited in his honor. he's a reasonable guy, after all.
but it's nice, he thinks, scooping a crying theo up, patting jee on the head. to know that his theory about the buckley law of attraction is validated.
(well, he corrects himself, glancing out the corner of his eye. except for maddie. he owes maddie a gift basket.)
you know that bit in gilmore girls where lorelai wakes rory up at the exact time she was born every year on her birthday to recount the ordeal of bringing her into the world? anyways buck retelling theo time and again about how he was in a bridge collapse earlier that day and your mom was at my place when her water broke and you were eager to get out into the world, kid, like you gave us zero time at all to prepare because you just couldn't wait to be a part of things, huh? and i was the first one to see you, you know. i was right there, front row, and i got to catch you when you were still all slimy and squirmy and pink and it all happened so fast but all of a sudden you were in my arms and I knew, I just knew, that you were perfect
and when theo's a kid he relishes in hearing about it and as he grows older he starts having questions about why his dad wasn't there and as they become their own family unit it becomes this thing that is as messy and complicated as the day he was born, as they day theo and buck became each other's all those years down the line, because it's a celebration of theo being around to love and it's a mourning for the parents who don't get to be there to love him and it's a connection between buck and the boy who becomes his son rather than is born it and once when theo's ten he cries so hard he almost pukes and once when he's fifteen he screams at buck asking if you were there then why'd you leave until they were already dead?! and in between he laughs and he quotes buck's own repetitive storytelling back at him-- and you were soooo exhausted from saving your whooooole team-- and it's theirs
the first thing that's their own, from the first time they met
Maybe Chris sensed Eddie needed a win this morning, or perhaps it’s that connection he’s always seemed to have with Buck, the two of them understanding instinctively when the other was upset. He answers his phone.
“Hey, Dad,” Chris says.
“I’m coming over. Can you meet me on the porch, please? It’s really important.”
There’s a pause on the other end of the line.
“Please, Chris.”
He’s asked his son to understand far too many things, made him bear witness to Eddie’s crises and breakdowns, forced him to grow up, sent him running away when Eddie couldn’t keep a good enough hold on himself to just act normal. Asking him to be strong again for Buck’s sake may be cruelty, but here’s the honest truth: Eddie is scared. Buck is wrapped in a hoodie in his passenger seat, tapping out a pattern on his leg the way he did a million times back home, and it should be a miracle to have him here, but Eddie is terrified.
When he pulls up to his parents’ house, Chris is sitting on the stoop alone. Slipped out, maybe, or perhaps his mom will be watching between the blinds. Eddie doesn’t care. Seeing his son alleviates some of the pressure in his chest, and he takes a deep breath for the first time since Buck confessed his—not his delusion, Eddie won’t let himself think that until he wakes up tomorrow morning. He takes his first deep breath since Buck told him about the time loop.
Chris doesn’t blink when Eddie gets out of the car, even though he must look disheveled. But when Buck steps out, he pushes himself to his feet.
“Buck?” Chris asks. His voice is so small Eddie isn’t even truly sure he heard it. Maybe he simply read Christopher’s lips and filled in the sound, easy enough to do after years of hearing Buck’s name come out of his son’s mouth.
Buck doesn’t hold himself back. He runs for Chris, pulling him up into a hug the way he used to, back when Chris was small and defying gravity in Buck’s arms was a treat.
“I missed you so much,” Buck murmurs into Christopher’s hair. “I love you.”
My hot take: I think a lot (too many) of 911 fan writers and artists are too scared to portray Chris as disabled as he is
I’m absolutely giving everyone the benefit of the doubt here. This isn’t a callout. Maybe I don’t know enough about cp. Maybe other folks don’t. Maybe researching it is taking away from people’s limited time and energy when they just want to make some fanwork, and I get that. No matter the reason, I find it disheartening that people can’t include a disabled character without downplaying how severe their disability is.
And the thing about Chris, specifically, is that 911 shows his limitations all the time if you pay attention. It’s more effort for him to sit up. He doesn’t cross his legs. He never rolls over in bed or changes positions on the couch—which isn’t to say he couldn’t, but I suspect it would take a lot more effort than people consider. In later seasons, I don’t think he’s ever shown walking without his crutches. If someone has to use crutches in both hands, they likely can’t carry things in their hands from room to room. Chris is using the crutches to bear some of his body weight on his arms because his legs can’t. He likely can’t stand for any stretch of time, and less so as the day goes on. It’s physically and mentally exhausting having to think about how you’re moving and the physical space around you. And remembering these little movements is part of his body language, just like Eddie brushing his hair back when he’s nervous or Buck’s bear hugs. Not including them is one thing; changing it so that his co is less debilitating is another.
And again: I don’t think people are doing this maliciously or with bad intent! I just think non-disabled people haven’t really thought about it. And when you are disabled, you can’t not think about it all the time.
Being disabled isn’t a failing. It isn’t something other people need to pretend doesn’t exist or to the severity that it does. But it also shouldn’t be something other people forget exists. Because a disability makes you who you are, just like not having one does. It doesn’t make all of you, but it does change how you interact and move, sometimes literally, with your world.
Complete: I want to build a house with you, tell me it’s a whole life too
Explicit | Buddie | chapter 5/5 | 1k (25k total word count) | tags: miscommunication, living together, light angst, domesticity, getting together (eventually)
‘So,' says Hen to Buck, as the team lounges on the couches at the station, full of the baked ziti Buck had made for lunch and hoping they'll get a bit of time to digest it before the tones go off again, 'what are your anniversary plans? It's coming up, right? The big one? A whole year?'
'Well,' says Buck and Eddie’s cheeks go hot, 'it's a funny story, actually.'
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Tagging a couple people who asked or were interested in this fic below the cut! If you stuck with me to the end thank you!! ☺️
i am kind of into the idea of buck not ever exactly admitting his feelings so much as quietly shifting his assessment of the situation from 'of course i'm not in love with eddie, he's straight and that's preposterous' to 'well whatever, there's obviously no point in paying any attention to the fact that i'm in love with eddie, because he's straight'.
anyway the thing is he gets to the second stage and is like. oh. well, shit, obviously everyone (including eddie) knows this and we're all just politely not mentioning it. let's just carry on.
Ryan Guzman and Oliver Stark answer some fun questions (part 1): which instruments would they play if they started a band, which character would ruin the plan to run a bank, which character would get eliminated first from a cooking show, and which character would be the hero in an escape room!
