Imagine Chimney going through Bobby's desk in his office. Having to clear personal things out. It breaks his heart, but also warms him because the captain was sentimental.
Then he comes across a small blue book labeled simply "Buck." Curious, he opens and flips through it.
Kid has eating problems. Will forget to eat when stressed. Feed him, and encourage him to cook, because he likes to taste-test a lot.
Chimney remembers that. Buck mentioning getting so hungry the starving pains go away. He does remember during the shitty times when Buck lost so much weight.
-Loves carbs
-Hates Okra
-Probably allergic to shellfish and mangos. Encourage him to get an allergy test
-Allergic to Naproxen
-Allergic to heavy fragrance laundry detergents. Use gentle.
-Remind him he's doing a great job. Use positive reinforcement.
-If he's depressed, as Maddie says, hand him a child. May and Harry work too.
-He's finally gaining weight! :)
-The Buckley parents are banned. Do not ask why. Firehouse is his safe area.
-He fidgets when he's stressed. Have him chop some vegetables or prepare them for you. He loves being helpful.
-He loves his clipboard. Have him organize important events. Give him gold stars. Do not let Hen and Chimney hide it. He gets sad.
-Remind him not to read too close or in the dark. He's gonna need glasses at this point. (If he does, don't let others tease him. Tell him he looks great)
-He doesn't admit it, but his leg still bothers him. Heating blankets are in the closet in the office. Have Eddie massage his leg or send him home early if he's obviously struggling.
Chim laughs. He laughs, and laughs, and starts to cry. Of all things, he did not expect to find a "How to Take Care of Your Buck" guide hidden away in Bobby's desk.
theo asking buck at a 118 family dinner if ‘dad’ can read his bedtime story tonight because he does better voices. the mood gets a little somber and buck tries to save it by saying ‘hey, but you liked when i read you that story we picked out yesterday, right bud?’ and theo groans and is like ‘nooo, i like it when dad does it!’ and points at eddie. bc dad is what christopher calls him. buck proceeds to choke on his drink and only recovers after eddie thumps him on the back a handful of times (the madneyhenren group chat is on fire for the rest of the night)
edit: now with stunning FANART
second edit: now recorded as a PODFIC
“Okay, I’ve gotta run.” Eddie says, looking a bit frazzled as he looks around. “Where are my—“
“Right here.” Buck interrupts, holding out the keys Eddie was searching for. “And relax, you have plenty of time.”
“Traffic, Buck, traffic.” Eddie snarks playfully, taking the keys. “Thank you.”
“No problem.”
“Chris, be good.” Eddie says to his son, the teenager playing a video game that neither Buck or Eddie had been able to figure out the gist of. “Don’t give Buck too many time outs.”
“Hey!”
“Will do.”
Eddie shoots Buck a quick smile as he walks over to the couch, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his son’s head. “Love you.”
“You too. Have fun with Frank.”
“So much fun.” Eddie drawls, standing up straight, “I love tearing myself open and then stitching myself back together.”
“What matters is it’s working.” Buck offers with a happy chirp.
“Sure.” Eddie chuckles, closing the distance between them. His hand rests on Buck’s hip as he leans in and pecks Buck quickly on the mouth, “Be good. Back later.”
He doesn’t think anything of it as he turns and leaves the house, the door closing behind him.
It isn’t until he’s halfway to his truck that what happened hits Eddie.
He freezes. Heart racing in his chest. Mouth going dry.
The press of Buck’s mouth against his own lingers on his lips.
Because he just kissed Buck.
Eddie turns on his heel and slowly walks back towards the front door. He twists the handle and pushes the door open.
Buck is staring back at him, mouth agape, eyes wide.
“Did I just…” Eddie trails off.
“Yup.” Buck squeaks, cheeks flushing red.
“Right.” Eddie nods, heart racing so fast in his chest he’s terrified he’s going to have a heart attack. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“I should…” Eddie doesn’t move. Doesn’t look away from Buck.
“You should.” Buck nods. He hasn’t looked away either. “Frank’ll be waiting.”
“Yeah. Frank. Right.” Eddie is moving forward though. His feet are carrying him towards Buck instead of away. He’s not getting into his truck to go to therapy. Eddie is getting closer to Buck, who’s frozen in…fear? Anticipation?
But it’s the hope in his eyes that have Eddie curling a hand around Buck’s neck, and tugging him close so that Eddie can kiss him again.
Buck sinks into it immediately, fingers clutching at Eddie’s hips.
“Dad.” Chris huffs with exasperation, making the two jump apart, “You’re actually going to be late now. You can kiss Buck later. He’ll still be here when you get back.”
“Yeah, he will.” Eddie mumbles, smiling at Buck.
“Yeah, I will.” Buck grins back, pecking Eddie once more. “Frank is also going to love this.”
Laughing, Eddie forces himself to step away, “Oh, definitely.”
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The light from the fridge casts a light across Buck’s face, harshly contrasting the dim light coming from the television as he opens the door to grab the ingredients he needs.
“The butter needs to be room temperature,” he tells you sadly, glancing in your direction as he places the eggs and butter on the kitchen island. Your legs are dangling off the counter as you watch his every move, the cool counter pressing against the backs of your thighs in a way that makes you shiver in your sleepy state.
It’s late; 2:30am the last time you checked, and you and Buck had the silly idea to pull an all-nighter, since you both have a few days off of work. Just like you used to do with your friends when you were kids.
“I’m sure they’ll be just as good. And, a lot better than store bought cookie dough,” you tell him with a soft laugh, rolling your eyes.
Honestly, you’re just glad Buck has agreed to bake cookies for you this late. While you were watching a movie, the main character was making cookies, and suddenly you needed chocolate chip cookies. Like, immediately.
"Definitely better,” he says with a smirk, giving you a wink before pulling out the rest of the ingredients from the cupboards.
He helped you onto the counter before he began his work, telling you that he wanted to make them for you, and that all he needed from you was to sit there, look pretty, and keep him company. And with a face like that, how could you say no?
You watch as he measures out his dry ingredients, then mixes everything together, but he pauses every so often to give you gentle kisses, the ends of his curly hair tickling your forehead each time. When his hands aren’t somehow all sticky from the dough – you quickly learned how messy of a baker he was when you first started dating – he’d place a hand on your thigh, taking comfort in the warmth of your skin and the fact that he could feel the goosebumps under his palm. He always knows that you’re sleepy because you get cold, and your skin erupts in goosebumps.
“What do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” you ask quietly after a few moments of silence. He looks up at you from his bowl with furrowed brows, tilting his head to the side.
“Is this the beginning of a breakup conversation?” he replies in a slightly teasing tone, although you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he studies your expression, and your body language, and your eyes.
Your eyes soften, and you immediately shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile as you hold your hand out. He reaches out for it, not letting it hang in the air for longer than a second or two, and lets you pull him forward until his body is positioned right between your legs, although with his hands all doughy, he opts to place his wrist under your palm.
“Baby, I have absolutely no intention of breaking up with you anytime soon. I was just thinking. How different would our lives be if we never met?” you say as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting your hands dangle behind his head as his lay on the counter on either side of you, making sure not to get your pajamas dirty from the dough covering his hands.
“They’d be very different. I’d be fast asleep right now, that’s for sure,” he teases with a cheeky smile. You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. It may have been your idea to pull an all-nighter, but he happily agreed that it would be fun. You didn’t even have to try to convince him.
“I’m serious,” you say with a laugh, leaning forward slightly, “I don’t know what I’d do if I never met you.” Your voice is softer now, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. You met Buck purely by chance, and you still think it’s a miracle that he took interest in you, despite him thinking the exact same thing about you.
“I’d be looking for you,” he says after a moment, shrugging as if it’s that simple. And to him, it is.
Your eyes soften, and your head tilts to the side as your throat suddenly gets tight with your growing emotions.
“For me?” you ask in a teasing, yet slightly disbelieving tone, and he shrugs again with a nod. There’s no hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
“I’d be looking for someone who makes me happy, and who knows what I need without me even having to think to ask, and who is so beautiful that I can’t even believe that they’re with me. So, yeah, you.” You smile, feeling your face heat up. You can practically feel the love radiating from the deepest part of him and into your chest, and while your entire body suddenly feels warm, your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Suddenly, you’re not so tired anymore.
“I’d be looking for you, too,” you reply, feeling tears prick your eyes as you lean forward and let your forehead rest against his. Buck has to keep a sliver of his mind occupied on not putting his hands on you, no matter how much he wants to feel your soft skin under his fingers. He wishes he washed his hands before coming over to you, but he wouldn’t have dared to let your hand stay raised in the air longer than a split second, just like he wouldn’t dare to part from you right now.
“Yeah?” he whispers, breathing in the faint scent of your body wash now that he’s so close. He wants to touch you so bad, and his self-restraint is wearing thin.
“Mhm. Except maybe without the snoring. I’ve never heard anyone that sleeps so loud.” You match his tone, letting out a soft laugh as he suddenly pulls his face back with a scoff, his brow raised and a smirk growing on his lips.
“Really? Because I seem to remember getting a text a few days ago saying that someone thought it was too quiet to sleep while I was at work,” he challenges, his eyes moving down to your lips for a second before moving back up to meet your gaze, the smug smirk still plastered to his face as you fight back a smile.
“I sent that in a moment of weakness,” you argue quietly, pursing your lips to stop the grin from making its way onto your face.
“Hey, come on, don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he continues, his hands now raised off of the counter and hanging in the air. They’re dangerously close to your waist; if he could touch you, he’d be tempted to tickle your sides to see that gorgeous smile grace your face, but he holds back. Instead, they just remain frozen, almost able to feel the warmth radiating from your soft body.
“I plead the fifth,” you tell him, reaching down and grabbing his wrists. You saw them out of the corner of your eye, full of dough and dangerously close to your pajama top, and the last thing you want to do is go upstairs and change.
You hold his wrists out between your bodies, and all Buck does is chuckle, rolling his eyes and murmuring a soft “brat” before leaning in and catching your lips in an intoxicating kiss.
In the heat of the moment, you let go of Buck’s wrists, instead grabbing onto his hoodie and pulling him closer to you while your legs wrap around his waist, and he lets his hands go up to your cheeks. Neither of you notice at first, despite the sweet smell of brown sugar filling your nostrils, and he deepens the kiss, letting his lips work in tandem with yours as he savours the feel and taste of your mouth on his.
Your noses brush against each other as you tilt your heads, and a low hum escapes Buck’s throat as his tongue meets yours when you part your lips. All you can focus on is each other as the oven beeps behind you, signalling that it’s time to put your cookies in, and Buck’s stubble scratches your face in a way that makes your head spin. You’re pretty sure the fire alarm could go off right now, and you still wouldn’t part from him.
You finally have to pull away to catch your breath, and when you do, you finally notice that your cheeks are now sticky. You giggle softly, and you can’t bring yourself to be upset with Buck about it. Not when he just kissed you like his life depended on it.
“Finish my cookies, Buckley,” you whisper after a moment of looking into each other's eyes, and then he finally pulls away from you, immediately missing the feeling of your thick thighs wrapped around him.
“Yes ma’am,” he murmurs, then dumps the chocolate chips into the mixture before mixing, humming in approval when they’re fully combined.
You take this time to wash the dough off your skin; not bothering to go upstairs to actually wash your face, rather merely using a wet paper towel over the sink to wipe off the residue. You know you’ll regret it later, but right now, you wouldn’t dream of being that far away from Buck. Not when the soft light from the tv mixes with the overhead oven light, and the soft sound coming from the credits of the movie envelopes the main floor of Buck’s loft and makes you feel so safe and calm.
When the cookies are in the oven, Buck helps raise you back up onto your spot on the counter, then makes himself at home between your legs, wrapping his arms around your plush middle and resting his head comfortably on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders immediately, letting him melt into you as you wait for the timer. The steady feeling of his breath on your skin makes you feel even more at ease, if at all possible.
You don’t talk for those 10 minutes; you just bask in each other's presence. It’s past 3am now, you’re sure of it, but neither of you care. All you care about is how good it feels to be in Buck’s arms, and to know that you’ve found someone to bake cookies with in the middle of the night, just because you felt like it. Someone to bake cookies for you despite being so tired. Just because he loves you so deeply.
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Christopher makes a few friends in Texas and casually brings up Buck to all of them (because he misses that guy, like, a lot) and they’re like “oh is your dad like gay or something?” all snarky (because they’re middle school boys from Texas and we can’t have anything) Chris has this urge to defend his parents and he’s like “no! Even though it wouldn’t matter if they were because no one should care about that stuff! He’s just my dad’s best friend”
And then one of his new friends trauma dumps and is like “that’s what my mom said about her best friend, but then she ended up divorcing my dad and lives with her now. I caught them making out two months ago.”
Chris’s stomach drops to the floor right then, because oh my god, his friend is onto something. Oh my god, buck and his dad were dating/had dated. Did he break them up?? No, wait, his dad was dating Ana. And then kissed that woman who looked like his dead mom.
But god, what if they started dating after Chris fled to Texas? Jesus Christ, it would make sense. The amount of times Chris has seen those two face time??? He even caught an “I love you” “I love you too” between them once, but he just figured it was just them being best friends. That was probably normal, but now looking back on it, those two were pretty codependent. Why didn’t they tell him yet? Maybe they were scared he wouldn’t take it well, after the whole dead mom thing, but Chris would. Of course he would, it’s Buck. Buck was basically his other dad already
When Chris gets home he finds Eddie and is like “dad I’m really sorry, we can go back home now if you want.” Eddie is wildly confused, because he thought Chris was adjusting perfectly fine here. So he’s like “uhhhh what?”
And Chris rolls his eyes and is like “dad, I know you and Buck are dating, I’m sorry for making you come out here to get me.” Eddie bluescreens and is just like “uhhhhhhhhhh what?” again.
Chris rolls his eyes again and this time he lets out a little sigh for emphasis. Because why is his dad trying to play dumb? It’s not like his dad hid it well, either. Looking back on everything, it was probably just a matter of time before the two of them started. So he says this, and is all “stop lying to me dad, you can’t hide it from me anymore”
Eddie is just looking at his kid with a slightly horrified expression, because his kid has it all wrong. He’s straight. So he’s like “no, no, Chris you’ve got it all wrong, me and Buck are Not Dating. We’re Just Friends,” but as he’s talking his face falls a little and he doesn’t know why but there’s a little pang in his chest.
Chris gives up because he just figures that they’re just waiting until they’re physically together again to tell him, or, oh no, that they broke up because his dad moved back to Texas for him. He gets a little teary eyed, and Eddie’s like “wait, Chris, what’s wrong” and Chris says “was it my fault?”
Eddie’s kind of confused again, but he gets what Chris means and goes “no, Chris, nothing’s your fault, me and Buck were never together. We were not dating, we have not dated,” and he’s kinda just pleading with his kid to get that awful look off of his face, but Chris just gets kinda mad and storms off to his room going “dad, stop lying to me, I’m not a baby anymore I know that you and Buck were a couple”
Eddie just kinda helplessly watches him go, because what can he say to that? He doesn’t have the best track record for keeping his relationships transparent to Chris, and he doesn’t blame the kid for not believing him. But also, why would Chris think that he was dating buck? So he thinks about it.
Realizes that yeah, they continuously say “I love you” before they hang up the phone (which they’re always using to FaceTime each other btw)
And yeah, maybe they have played the “you hang up first” “no you hang up first” game an embarrassing about of times
And before he left to get Chris, his hugs and such did linger a little bit too long to be platonic.
Fuck, was he dating buck? Was that why buck was so weird about him leaving?
God, he was, wasn’t he?
So he calls Buck after trying to talk to Christopher about this to no avail, and is like “Buck, Christopher isn’t talking to me again and he’s freaking out and I don’t know what to do” because this is what he always does when there’s a Christopher development, and Buck goes “well did you kiss another doppelganger again ha ha?” Eddie rolls his eyes even though Buck can’t see him and is like “shut up Buck it’s—”
And he doesn’t know what the hell else to say. How does one tell their best friend that one’s son thinks they’re dating?
A little Drabble I wrote based on this tumblr post I found on Pinterest:
(thank you @pettyeddiediaz for your amazing brain)
Imagine the dinner scene at a nice restaurant instead of at Eddie's house - they're dressed up, having a fancy dinner, drinking expensive wine, almost like a good-ending of Buck and Abby's date.
Eddie wakes up when he's about to kiss Buck next to his jeep, after the date. Dream-date was picture perfect, conversation flowed like a stream, they were making heart eyes at each other all the time, it was everything you'd see on a romantic movie with a happily ever after.
But then, Eddie wakes up, and he goes to his kitchen and it's nothing like his dream, but it feels right. Buck has flour on his cheeks and hair, is wearing an old apron Eddie is almost sure Abuela gifted to Buck, there's a bit of pancake batter spilled on the kitchen counter. Chris is sitting at the kitchen counter looking this close to falling asleep on his eggs and bacon, and Buck is chatting happily while flipping pancakes, his back to the door. Eddie stands there, leaning against the doorframe™ for a moment, taking in the scene, the domesticity of it all.
The camera points back to Buck, who turns around with a pancake on his spatula, gaze down as he puts it on a plate. Then he looks up, just as a ray of sunshine enters through the kitchen window, and smiles that Buck™ smile, the one that makes his eyes go ^^ and says "hey, Eddie" or something equally simple and familiar and Eddie smiles, slowly, softly, in that way that Ryan Guzman has mastered where his eyes go all soft and gooey and we Know™, but then his smile falls just as slowly.
Maybe there's an initial monologue by Eddie about how important friends are, that cuts in the middle of the word "friend" when Buck smiles, and it just ends with the fanfic-cliche "Oh".
Then the theme of the calls is like, doing things you're afraid of, because the reward might be worth it. In between are scenes of Eddie speaking with Hen in hushed voices, looking distraught, maybe even crying, pulling away from Buck in subtle and not-so-subtle ways.
I'd love to see Eddie having a full blown panic attack and his self-discovery arc spanning several episodes, but I'm also a sucker for him having said panic attack and kissing Buck through the tears or something like that.
Omg Cole, congratulations! This is such a big milestone and I couldn’t be prouder of you!
Can I please do 7 and 8 with Buck, please!
Thank you so much!! <3 I hope you enjoy!!
Evan "Buck" Buckley x F!Reader
Word Count: 315
Warnings: None
“Tell me you feel the same- tell me I’m not crazy.” & “I had a dream about this.”
1,500 Followers Celebration Prompts
“Tell me you feel the same- tell me I’m not crazy.”
You can hardly believe what you just heard. Your best friend is standing in front of your door, confessing how much he loves you- has loved you for years. You’re convinced that you’re making it all up in your head like you have been imagining for years. Buck’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world- has he always looked at you like that?
“I had a dream about this,” you manage to say, completely dumbfounded by his words. It’s all you can manage to muster because of the way your mind is racing. Again, you’re having trouble believing that all of this is real- that he’s here, and he loves you. You’d long ago given up on you and Buck ever being more than just friends.
Now it’s Buck's turn to look at you slack jawed. What does that mean? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? His mind is reeling, terrified that he’s about to face another rejection, another person who doesn’t want him- and it’s from the person who means the most to him. Right when he’s thinking he’s lost you, you’re able to finally form a coherent sentence and bring him back to the moment.
“I love you too,” you confess, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders. You can watch his eyes soften, and you can practically see his mind still- your words grounding him in a way only you’ve ever been able to do. “I always have.”
The corners of his lips turn upward into that beautiful smile of his, and you don’t miss the way his eyes light up from your confession. He hesitates, only for a second, and his eyes flick down to your lips before he takes a confident stride forward and kisses you, like he’s wanted to since forever.
I wrote a drabble inspired by this post by @unidentifiedseacreature. Enjoy ❤️
It’s out there.
The biggest, scariest, most life-changing thing Eddie’s ever carried inside his heart is finally out there.
For years, it had lived in him like a secret pulse - something shapeless and heavy, always just under the surface. He didn’t have a name for it at first, unsure exactly what it was, but knowing it was something. A warmth he didn’t want to look at too closely. And then one day, it had a name. He knew what it was, but the knowing of it scared him so bad he’d shoved it deep down and built walls around it.
But this last year has been a goddamn shit show.
Chris leaving. Saying goodbye to Buck and the 118 and packing up his life to move back to Texas - back to the life that had felt like a prison. Finally standing up to his parents. Watching Bobby almost die, then retire. Moving back to LA. Watching Buck move out. Then Athena and Hen going to space and almost dying.
And through it all, Eddie kept thinking. Kept picking through the wreckage of his life, holding things up to the light.
He’d gone back to see Father Brian a few times which had opened up a whole other can of worms that had Eddie going right back to therapy and having many late night conversations with Hen, who somehow always asked the questions he was afraid to.
Bit by bit, he stopped running from the thing. Stopped pretending it wasn’t there and actually acknowledged it.
Named it.
Accepted it.
And once he’d accepted it, it was like it started breathing on its own, like he’d given it life. Like his heart had grown a living thing that wriggled around and pressed against his ribs, begging to be free.
It became too much to contain, and Eddie didn’t want to hold it in anymore.
He’d done enough repressing and masking to last a lifetime, and he’d promised Hen, his therapist, himself, that he’d do his best to stop.
So early one morning after a long shift, as the golden light was spilling in through the kitchen window and gently caressing Buck’s face, Eddie finally opened up his heart and set it free.
He told Buck he was in love with him.
He feels relieved.
He feels terrified.
Because Buck hasn’t said anything. Hasn’t moved, hasn’t uttered a single sound to interrupt him, and Eddie’s still talking, rambling, tripping over his own heart, afraid that if he stops, he’ll shatter.
His chest tightens, breath catching where moments ago it had flowed so easily. He risks a glance at Buck — just a glance — and it’s enough to knock the air right out of him.
Because Buck is smiling.
Not just smiling — beaming. A smile so wide it has his eyes crinkling, his cheeks turning that lovely shade of punk that matches his birthmark.
He’s the most beautiful thing Eddie’s ever seen.
“Yeah?” Buck asks, voice soft and small, like he’s afraid to believe it.
“Yeah,” Eddie breathes.
Buck swipes a hand over his face, huffing a laugh like he’s trying to keep himself together. “I love you too. God, Eddie, I love you so much it hurts.”
“It doesn’t have to hurt anymore,” Eddie whispers as he steps closer, finally allowing himself to reach out and touch. He gently cups Buck's face between his hands, thumbs stroking softly over his cheek bones. “We can have this. We can love each other loudly. Let me love you loudly, Buck”.
Buck answers by leaning in and capturing Eddie’s lips in a kiss. Soft and shaking and real. It’s so full of love and devotion, it nearly brings Eddie to his knees - but there are arms around him, holding him up, keeping him safe. Like they always have.
Buck breaks the kiss first, pressing their forehead together, their breaths mingling in the quiet.
“I’m gonna love you so loudly, you’ll get sick of me.”
He says it like a joke, but Eddie hears the tremor under it. The old fear. The “what if I’m too much?” that Buck has carried since childhood.
So Eddie kisses him again, slow and sure, and when he pulls back, he lets the promise fall against Buck’s lips like a prayer.
