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@gaygardner
— Ian Thomas, i wrote this for you (x)
I'm the boy that your boy hoped that you would avoid
Don't waste your eyes on jealous guys, fuck that noise
im still thinking about how wasted hen was for the vast majority of s8 but also they didnt even take the great opportunity to tie in a) 813's filler hen birthday plot b) 814/815 hen needing a literal chest tube in an emergency situation and c) karen in 805 wanting hen to be home for the kids' big Firsts into hen becoming captain....like it all would have made sense. captaincy would allow hen to control her schedule more, even if she has additional responsibilities, because SHE would create the schedules. it would allow karen to express worry about hen being so hands-on and first-to-run-in in the field, meanwhile captaincy allows her to delegate and not take as many risks. and it would follow up on the 813 message of hen NOT being invisible and being ALLOWED to take up space, because she would be taking on and thriving in a space that did not welcome her in initially. ESPECIALLY her replacing gerrard would fit her so nicely. like being captain WOULD allow her to be a hands-on mother and a hands-on wife, because being a hands-on paramedic might finally take the backseat for the first time.
number 50 for the prompts! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
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“You’re staring.”
He is. Has been, all night, and apparently finally been caught.
They’re in the kitchen, again, and Buck is watching him, flushed from the alcohol they’ve been drinking and the exertion of the game of charades that got a little too rowdy. Everyone else is in the living room, clustered around Bobby like a herd of elephants protecting their young, and when Buck got up to refill the snacks Eddie unfolded himself from the armchair and followed.
So yeah, he’s been staring. As if it’s his fault. Buck is wearing that cardigan that pulls tight across his chest and makes his eyes look stupidly blue. He’s forgone any hair product, curls bouncy and so touchable it’s been driving him crazy all night. And Bobby is in his house, something he thought he’d never get to see again. Chris is home, tucked away in his room with Denny and Mara and probably Jee, entertaining themselves away from the embarrassing adults. The world is right again, and pleasantly fuzzy from all the wine Karen’s been plying him with all night.
And Buck. He’s already mentioned the cardigan, and the hair, but Buck has been in his element tonight. Full of laughter, the spirit Eddie was worried had been broken forever repaired and thriving. He’s been fluttering around the house, refilling drinks and serving food with a bright smile that he can’t get enough of.
Buck’s glancing over at him now, hands busy with re-plating a charcuterie board. He has a soft smile just for Eddie, and it makes him a little nauseous with how painfully in love with him he is. How stupid he’s been to have wasted so much time pretending he wasn’t.
“Earth to Eddie?” Buck says, grin widening into something teasing.
“Hmm?” Eddie asks, settling against the counter behind him while Buck works at the island. He fiddles with his wineglass, nearly empty, and watches Buck cut up a block of gouda cheese. He’s pushed the sleeves of the cardigan to his elbows, forearms flexing, and Eddie can’t quite make himself look away.
“I said you’re staring,” Buck repeats with a little laugh. “Did you follow me in here just to watch, or are you gonna help?”
“I’m fine right here,” Eddie answers, delighting in Buck’s eye roll, the blush that creeps into his cheeks. “It’s a good view.”
Buck goes crimson, drops the block of cheddar he’d been about to slice. “Eddie. You can’t say that kind of shit when I have a knife in my hand.”
“Why?” Eddie teases, and the back of Buck’s neck turns red. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders how far it spreads. “Does it make you flustered, Buckley?”
He knows it does. But that certainty was hard earned, having spent weeks agonizing over living in such close quarters with Buck, telling himself all kinds of stories about why his heart raced when their hands brushed over the coffee pot, convinced Buck must not feel the same way. Until his tía had walloped him upside the head, metaphorically speaking, a few weeks in and told him to lock Buck down before it was too late.
In her own words, of course.
He suspects she had a similar conversation with Buck, given the way he’d come inside after seeing her to her car, red-faced and avoiding Eddie’s eyes. They’d stuttered and tiptoed around each other for a few days before settling back into their normal, which Eddie had finally come to realize was not most people’s normal.
“I—shut up,” Buck says, and picks up the cheese.
But now that he’s started, he can’t help himself. Fueled by three and a half glasses of wine, and the profound joy that’s bursting to spill out of his ribcage, he inches closer until his hip presses into the island right next to Buck.
Buck goes briefly rigid but recovers quickly — Eddie wouldn’t even have noticed the slip if he wasn’t watching him so closely. He keeps slicing cheese methodically, eyes fixed determinedly on his hands.
“Looking a little flushed there, bud,” Eddie says. “Too much wine?”
Buck huffs and flushes harder. “I only had two glasses. What’s that, your fourth?”
“You monitoring my drinking?” Eddie asks, and Buck chuckles.
“Only cause I know you’ll have a massive headache later,” Buck replies. “Good thing I stocked up on Excedrin last week.”
He finishes the cheese and starts in on some sausage, unwrapping it from the plastic, and Eddie can’t resist.
“Nice sausage you got there.”
Buck chokes on spit and drops the knife, turning to face Eddie at last. “Eddie. What is this?”
“What?” Eddie asks innocently. He’s too drunk to properly flirt, never flirted with a man before and is rusty nonetheless; but Buck is responding beautifully, in a way that he knows only he could tease out of him.
“You’re complimenting my sausage?”
Eddie shrugs. “It’s a nice one, that’s all. Thick, firm. I’d like to taste it—”
Buck’s hand covers his mouth, cutting him off, and his blood sings from the contact, from Buck flush against him, so close he could count his eyelashes. He barely resists the urge to lick his hand.
“Eddie,” Buck says in a low, plaintive voice that’s doing nothing to calm down his dick, which is not uninterested in the sudden lack of personal space. “You gotta—you know what you’re doing. Don’t—don’t be mean.”
And that—he knows then that they’re not on equal footing, that Buck is still operating under the illusion that Eddie’s not attainable, not already his. That the uptick in Eddie’s heated stares, his hand on Buck’s lower back while he’s cooking, the hip checks at the bathroom sink, have not communicated as clearly as he thought how much he wants this.
So Eddie nods, still silenced by Buck’s hand, and purses his lips until Buck can feel them against his palm. Buck snags it back like he’s been burned, eyes wide.
“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie says softly. He picks up Buck’s hand and presses another kiss to his knuckles, keeping his eyes fixed on Buck’s. “I do know what I’m doing.”
Buck looks lost, staring at him the way he had when Eddie appeared amongst the rubble and dust weeks ago — like he’s a ghost, like he’d never seen him before.
“A-are you sure? Because Eddie, I can’t—”
Eddie closes the scant distance between them, catches Buck’s jaw in one hand, and kisses him.
Buck doesn’t kiss him back at first, frozen in Eddie’s gentle grip — and then he’s making a soft, hurt sound and pulling Eddie closer, hands immediately snaking under his shirt to find the skin of Eddie’s back. His head spins when Buck’s tongue teases at his lips, and he tastes like wine and salt and—
“Buckaroo, what’s the hold up—oh.”
Buck rips away, putting nearly a foot of space between them, and Eddie laughs, giddy. Chim looks like the cat who got the cream when he turns around, face split into a wide grin.
“Whatcha doing gentlemen?” he asks with a snap his gum, crossing his arms and tilting his head.
Buck sputters behind him, but Eddie just shrugs and leans back until he feels Buck’s chest pressed against his back.
“Nothing really. I was just asking Buck about his sausa—”
Buck’s hand slaps over Eddie’s mouth again, pulling him tighter against his chest with the move, and Chim howls out a laugh.
“I knew it!” he cries, clapping his hands together and spinning around. “Maddie! You owe me fifty bucks!”
“Hey!” Buck calls, but it’s too late — Chim’s gone.
Eddie does lick Buck’s hand then, and Buck releases him with a squeal. Eddie turns around and chuckles at Buck’s red face, staring at him helplessly. He can’t help but lean up to press a kiss to his flushed cheek, stroking over the other with a gentle thumb.
“We’re about to be swarmed,” Eddie says. He can already hear exclamations and shrieks coming from the living room and knows they have seconds before their little bubble is shattered. “I love you, and I mean it. And I really can’t wait to try your sausage.”
Buck snorts and drops his head to press against Eddie’s forehead, eyes brimming with what look like tears. Eddie thumbs a stray one away with the hand on his cheek. “Eddie, I—I love you so much, it’s—I—”
“What have we here?”
It’s Hen that breaks them apart this time. Buck’s smiling sheepishly over Eddie’s shoulder, and when Eddie turns, he sees at least four people trying to crowd in the doorway, the rest cloistered behind them in the dining room. Buck sighs, and drops a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head before beckoning them in.
“Alright. Get in here, you animals.”
Like a dam breaking their family descends, pouring into every nook and cranny, and Eddie swears his kitchen has never felt so warm.
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prompts xo
what if ravi persuades eddie to let his el paso house out instead of selling it right away and so eddie suddenly finds himself with a little bit of passive income and though most of it goes to mortgage and then most of what's left after that goes into christopher's college fund he allows himself a bit of fun money and immediately accidentally becomes buck's sugar daddy
I think buck due to his abysmal credit rating (soooo much medical debt one can only assume) has NOT been able to get a place as nice as his loft and is in fact living in a bit of a dump (though he's insisting it's just characterful), and a leaky pipe ruined some of his stuff so it's only natural for eddie to be ambling through the shops and just Get Buck Something Nice to cheer him up. it feels nice to Get Buck Something Nice, and then it feels really nice to hang out in buck's new place and see that soft mustard yellow throw tossed over the couch or that scented candle clearly well used in the bathroom or to watch buck demolish the slice of cake eddie brought him
i can't stop thinking about the way buck and eddie physically cannot take their eyes off each other on that rooftop without intervention. like from the moment buck touches down on the roof, he's staring at eddie like he's seeing an angel, all awe and disbelief, that shocked smile curled into his face. and eddie's looking right back, sure and steady but mostly just relieved, because buck is there with him and he's safe and everything's going to be okay. and he's just waiting for buck to be unhooked and buck's waiting to be unhooked, physically can't take his eyes off eddie to unhook himself even though it'd be quicker. and it's only when ravi barrells into eddie that he manages to take his eyes away from buck.
100/∞ moments with Maddie Buckley ♥ ↪ 8.12 “Disconnected”
Happy Mother's Day!!
now that buck has converted ravi to an eddie diaz stan, i'm thinking of a future scenario where buck agrees to mentor the new probies and spends all his time talking about how eddie is the best firefighter ever. slowly, they fall into the ravi pipeline of skeptical -> firm believer when eddie does something especially competent while being super hot. rumors start going around that buckley is leading a mini cult in honor of diaz at the 118, but eddie is none the wiser. when eddie gets offered captaincy at a different station, the probies (and ravi) all try to transfer with him. 118 captains henchim are confused because a quarter of their shift wants to leave. meanwhile buck is bragging that his HUSBAND is going to be such a good CAPTAIN and how he wishes he could transfer so eddie could boss him around too :( (chimney tells him to save it for the bedroom). ravi's transfer request gets approved, and buck sends hourly texts asking for updates during their first shift. eddie makes a new rule that buck is only allowed to text ravi once per shift to check up on him after ravi threatens to block buck for spamming his phone.
ravi does continue the tradition of telling new probies how awesome eddie is, and buck comes to visit the station at least once a month to make sure everyone knows beautiful captain diaz is a happily taken man :) yay
FlintHamilton Week, Day Four:
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” - Madeline Miller, ‘The Song of Achilles’
I don't think we're talking enough about Buck's reaction to seeing Pepa
8x17 Don't drink the water
Buck helping Eddie to stay in L.A. versus helping Eddie leave L.A. 9-1-1, S02E04 & S08E08
yeah! this is my kind of therapy.
They're not in L.A., they're… in El Paso.
8.08 | Wannabes
No one really care about my thoughts but what if the reason the 118 had no reaction to the “nde greatest hits” is because this whole season has been someone’s coma dream. And those things did not happen in that reality hence the no reaction.
I don’t want this to be true because that means the breakup might not have happened and the madney baby might not be happening either.
They are literally children 😂
and nothing's gonna save you before the curtain call
this is the death of you
