Crack fic idea Peter applies for a Stark internship pre-Civil war and he ends up getting it but he accidentally ghosts them and never ends up responding. Peter feels really bad about it but by the time he remembered he needed to answer the message he felt like it has been to long so he just never responds. Then comes Civil War where Tony shows up and is like "I have an internship offer for you" Peter starts to panic and is like "oh shit I ghosted them so hard they sent Tony Stark to get me to accept" but this causes him to panic even MORE to where he runs away from Tony cuz he's like "I've ghosted them this long it be to weird to work for them now" so Tony is left in the apartment confused and now REALLY wants to talk to this kid cuz wtf was that. And then the rest of the fic is shenanigans of Peter trying to avoid Tony in more extreme ways and Tony trying to contact Peter in more extreme ways.
There are two cups of coffee on Eddie's kitchen counter.
One’s a standard, dark navy LAFD mug, one of a good half-dozen or so that have somehow found their way here from the station. The other is bright green, covered in cutesy cartoon animals, proudly proclaiming ‘I went WILD at the LA zoo!’ Christopher had a sticker of the same design plastered onto the hardtop of his pencil case for most of fourth grade. Eddie always thought the elephant was a little wall-eyed, would joke about him needing medical attention for the stroke.
The mugs are the first thing Eddie sees when he walks into his kitchen, the things his sleep-drenched mind chooses to focus on. The navy is filled to the brim, the coffee a deep black that’s surely masking an extra spoonful or two of sugar. He can’t see the contents of the other, already mostly drunk away, but it’s doubtlessly lighter, though probably not the creamy tan Eddie’s been seeing for years, since the apparently permanent change over to oat milk. Oat milk that now lives in his own refrigerator, too.
There’s a plate piled high with silver dollar pancakes set out on the island. Chris has already helped himself to more than his fair share, cheeks bulging with the ones he’s already shoved into his mouth. He’s now slowly and carefully moving some onto Theo’s plate. Theo must have been given some of the watermelon Eddie had cut up yesterday afternoon but it’s already gone, pink juice staining his chin and the front of his monster truck pajamas as he gleefully sucks each one of his sticky fingers.
Eddie closes his eyes.
It’s a far cry from their last morning all together like this. Just a few days ago he had woken up in the same way; alone in the bed he had had to share, drawn to the kitchen by sounds of life and gnawing hunger. Chris, sullen and cranky after another night camped out on Buck’s couch, had snapped at Theo to just shut up already. And Theo had screamed and screamed until Buck picked him up, balancing him on one hip, letting him bury his snotty, tear-stained face into his neck. Buck’s expression would twist and he’d quietly grunt every time a tiny socked foot dug into the softness of his belly. That was not a day for pancakes, and Eddie had watched Buck struggle to try and pour out cereal and milk with only one hand free.
Eddie had barely taken a step closer, ready to take some part of it over, but had received his own snapped I got it for his efforts.
He had closed his eyes then, too, listening to Buck’s coffee maker as it burbled to life – Buck had forgotten to set the timer, but at least it gave Eddie something to do. By the time the coffee was done, there was barely enough time to drink it, the countdown to getting out the door already well under way. Eddie ended up burning his tongue, had spent the rest of the day scraping the numb roughness of it against the roof of his mouth.
It had felt the same, that morning, in that kitchen full of distress and upset. The same as it feels now, in this kitchen full of warmth and laughter and, most importantly, pancakes.
“You can go back to bed, if you want.”
Eddie finally opens his eyes. Buck is at the stove, scrambling up enough eggs for a small army. He’s wearing his own hoodie but borrowed sweatpants, fabric stretched tight around his thighs. He glances up at Eddie through the corner of his eye, offering an apologetic smile. “We didn’t mean to wake you.”
It’s true, he could just go back to bed. They’re in the middle of their 48 off, no plans for the day but chores and a grocery run. But Eddie shakes his head to get the last clinging cobwebs of sleep out. “Nah, I’m up now,” he says as he takes a step closer to his waiting mug.
But first, he steps into Buck’s space, mindful of the stove. He brushes his fingertips against Buck’s cheek, catching slightly on the scratch of his stubble, until Buck turns to look at him with curiosity in the furl of his brow.
Eddie kisses him.
Soft and light, it’s done almost as soon as it’s started.
“Good morning,” Eddie murmurs against his lips before he steps away and finally,finally, gets his hands onhis coffee.
He takes a long swallow. As expected, there’s been a little extra sugar stirred in. It’s delightfully warm.
He dips his hand into the sink for the damp washcloth that’s now perpetually on hand, setting his mug down as he swoops around to the other side of the island. “Morning, Chris,” he says as he presses a kiss to the top of his son’s head, stealing a piece of extra-crisp bacon from his plate, ignoring the protests both actions cause. “And good morning, Master Theodore,” he says with the best Michael Caine impression he can muster this early, this pre-caffeine, as he snags a spit-wet hand and starts to scrub.
“That’s not my name!” Theo giggles and squirms in his seat, but allows Eddie to clean him up, turning his face into it as the pink on his cheeks stops being a juice stain and becomes a pleased flush.
“Wait, is Theo your full name, or…?” Chris has finished tearing pancakes into toddler-sized pieces and is now carefully adding a drizzle of syrup to the mix. Eddie sighs, grabbing his mug again, resigned to staying right where he is with the washcloth at the ready.
He looks up at Buck once he’s had another sip. Buck, who’s standing there, staring at him.
He’s looking a little wall-eyed. Might need some medical attention for the stroke.
Eddie nods his chin back towards the stove. “Your eggs.”
And then he winks.
He’s immediately rewarded with Buck’s eyes growing huge, his posture straightening, lips parting like he’s about to actually say something. Then his limbs are flailing as he turns back towards the stove, lifting the pan and scraping at the contents with a muffled, “Shhhhhoot.”
Eddie smiles to himself as he raises his mug back to his lips, watching the tense line of Buck’s shoulders, down the ramrod of his back. Huh, his sweatpants are tight back there, too, who’d have thought?
Buck turns, pan in hand, and starts to dole out eggs, piling Chris’s plate high with all the crispy edges. He comes around to Eddie’s side, arms brushing as he puts a more modest scoop onto Theo’s plate, leaning close as he breaks it up into more bite-sized chunks with the wooden spoon.
There’s a brush of lips against Eddie’s cheek, the soft noise of a tentative peck.
Eddie smiles and leans into Buck, pushes their hips together, side by side for a moment before Buck moves on to make their own plates.
“Finally,” Chris says, mouth full to bursting with a bit of everything from his plate. “Buck? Ketchup?”
“Sure thing, bud,” says Buck.
“Manners,” sighs Eddie.
“Catch up!” shrieks Theo. Eddie catches his arm as he throws them into the air and starts to wipe down a syrupy hand before it gets tangled in his hair. Again.
Then Eddie goes and makes two more cups of coffee.
in season 10 buck and eddie should meet a pair of girl best friends and start dating them (it's so convenient and great because they can all just hang out together!) and then a few episodes later they both get dumped on the same night because it turns out their girlfriends are in love with each other and one of them finally confessed and then buck winds up at eddie's door and eddie (in his underwear again for some reason) lets him in and they drink beers on the couch and theyre like ha ha just our bad luck. and learn nothing
Buck going over to Eddie's and saying that picking out a cowboy hat is the hardest thing he's going through, right after finding out his parents are getting a divorce... I love this show.
never forget that time buck Amazon Primed a basketball so that eddie would play with him and stop playing with tommy and they could get their own hoop so it could just be them and no one else forever and then he cradled said basketball in his arms while eddie, beautiful, had a giggly phone conversation with someone who wasnt buck. and he pouted about it because no one else should get to play with his eddie. thats his eddie
Can you imagine how good it’s gonna feel when Buck can finally bust through a line of cops/medical professionals/bystanders by saying “I need to get to him—that’s my husband” liiike of course Eddie will be bleeding out on the ground but he’ll get to cradle Eddie’s head in his lap while Hen closes the wound and go “you can’t leave me, not when we’re just getting started.” And Eddie will be able to reach up with one bloody hand and cup bucks cheek and go “you’re not getting rid of me that easy.” And the power of buddie kissing and Hen applying first aid will save them. It’s gonna feel good as fuck.
9-1-1 AU where Bobby doesn't die from the virus but it leaves him chronically ill so he has to step down from Captain anyway.
When he passes over the role onto Chim, he leads him into his office and makes him swear to secrecy over what Bobby is about to show him, then hands Chim a key to a drawer in his desk that has been locked for God knows how long.
Chim thinks it's like nuclear launch codes or, like, proof Bobby actually is Buck's biological father or something equally shocking.
He doesn't find either of those things though and, to be honest, he isn't really as surprised as he should be.
Sitting in the drawer is a blank manilla folder and, when he opens it he finds a, completely filled out, Consensual Workplace Relationship form Bobby pre-signed for Buck and Eddie. And according to the date, he filled it out only 2 weeks after Eddie joined the LAFD.
How I imagine Buck would find out about Eddie paying seven grand for that piece of shit car that he bought in New Mexico.
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Eddie being pissed one day about nothing in particular and sees Buck just flaunting around the station, bending over in front of him one too many times and Eddie just snaps.
“Jesus Christ, Buckley, sit your ass down, will you?”
Buck looks at him in surprise.
“Damn, Eddie, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?”
“Oh fuck off, you’re driving me insane with all your restlessness.”
“I’m not even doing anything.”
“You know what… I spent seven grand to save your ass, you should listen to me more.”
“Wh-what?”
Chim chuckles. “Oh, you don’t know?” He asks Buck.
“Know what?” Buck asks.
“Eddie had to spend seven grand on that piece of junk car you drove home when you got kidnapped in New Mexico.”
“What?! Why the hell would you pay seven thousand dollars for that? Was that guy scamming you?”
Chim just laughs harder.
“Eddie was bargaining with him for seven hundred and Eddie heard sirens and got shifty, the guy clocked that Eddie was on the run from the police so he said seven grand or nothing.”
“And you paid it?!” Buck squeaks.
“Had to come save your ass, didn’t I?” Eddie grumbles.
“And you complained about people spending eight grand on me for the charity gala,” he teases.
“At least they got a date out of it!” He snaps. “And I know you put out on the first date.”
Buck blushes a bright red. “Eddie!” He squawks.
Eddie smirks. “Am I wrong?”
“No…”
“Exactly…”
Chim cackles louder.
“You saying you wanna take me on a date, Eddie?”
“No, I’m saying I paid seven grand for your ass, I should at least get a free dinner.”
“I feed you all the time!”
Eddie pauses.
“Exactly.”
“And what about the other part?”
“What other part.”
Eddie looks at him with a glint in his eyes and Chim chokes, rushing out of the loft. He does not wanna be here for the next bit, but fina-fucking-lly.
In the process of Eddie coming to terms with his own sexuality, it would be fun to be introduced to a past situationship of his. It would be someone he served with in the army or from Texas, where it makes sense that they would conceal their sexuality for their safety. We find out that the character isn't straight and then we can watch Eddie recontextualize their entire relationship in real time. Bonus points if there are obvious and direct buddie parallels.
The vision:
"How did you not know? Friends aren't typically like that with each other."
"Sure they are. Buck and I are exactly like that."
Every now and then I can't help but imagine a beautifully cinematic scene of Eddie giving Buck mouth to mouth. And when he leans back up and Buck is breathing again, you see a conflicted look on Eddie's face. He feels relief over Buck being okay, but also something unnamed as he shakily reaches his hand up to his lips, realizing that was a first kiss, in a way.
a fanfic where buddie are on a roadtrip and get lowkey hatecrimed after arguing like a married couple and then they are run off the road and crash and eddie wakes up alone in hospital and is again lowkey hatecrimed by the local sheriff who accuses him of spousal murder and then eddie proceeds to escape hospital and ride on a horse and hold someone at gunpoint screaming for buck and oh no wait it's an actual episode of 911 that they wrote and filmed and edited and released
