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9-1-1
#003
Title: (no title yet)
Pairing/Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz
Rating: Mature | M
Warnings/Tags: No Warnings apply. Mentions of blood and injury, possible sexual themes (undecided at this time), language, possible canonical substance abuse (still deciding)
Summary: They stop for the night in a shitty little motel off the 10.
Everything devolves from there.
or: where taking a breath after shared trauma instead of rushing home unspools canon moments a whole lot faster and a little bit different
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Rewatching 9-1-1 and I'm reminded of how good a friendship Buck and Taylor had and I hate that it was ruined by a relationship. I would have loved to see Taylor and Buck discuss all the events that have happened since she left and her opinion on buddie
Oh what I would GIVE to watch a conversation between Eddie and Tommy. Something about Eddie taking care of a kid that looks IDENTICAL to Buck and Tommy being confused bc "wtf that was fast Diaz" and Eddie not getting it. So Tommy explains half heartily like "I been gone for like *insert time* and you already adopted/had a kid with Buck?" And leaves after that and Eddie is ERROR 404
A Buck and Eddie fic. Part 1 of 2. 5k words.
Title from this song.
Eddie presses the play button on his phone and slides through to his living room, wearing only his white undies and a white shirt – after he had a few shots of tequila. Well, it was two shots. He does not drink often, and he does not want to be outright drunk. At least, that’s what he claims to be. He lets the music carry him around the space, rocking his hips left and right, moving his hands upwards in swift motions.
Freedom is what he feels. There is a big hole in his chest, but he will tend to them when he feels like his world is ending again.
Right now, he just wants to be one with the song.
He lands on his couch, catching his breath while his rosy cheeks colours joy on his face. Temporary but wholesome nevertheless. He may just decide to do it every other week. Or maybe he should start going to clubs. Maybe Buck will help him to find clubs that suit him. Of course, Buck would–
Ding dong!
He rises from his couch, not even worrying to put his pants on and squints through the small peephole. And he thinks, Buck! He never mind Buck being up all in his business, especially when he is already accommodated to the drunken buzz.
Buck looks undoubtedly devastated. He looks like someone just broke up with him. Eddie, though, does not realize that at all. He just smiles, takes the beer Buck handed him and sits beside Buck on the couch.
The next song infiltrates their air. Buck leans back into the couch, with his head still processing the mishap that happened in his own house with his boyfriend – well, ex-boyfriend.
And then it dawns on him.
“Why are you naked?” Buck scrunches his nose, looking at Eddie’s face. Then, his eyes travel down Eddie’s body and stop on the man’s very exposed thighs. They are so smooth. Almost as if Eddie applies moisturising lotion every night before he sleeps. Buck’s eyes widen and he takes a good gulp of his beer.
Eddie turns to slowly gaze at Buck with heavy eyelids and shiny eyes. “What? I’m wearing a shirt. Can’t you see it?” And he says that with a smile.
One plus one equals two and Buck cannot help but cracks a smile at the silliness of it all – of Eddie.
“Eddie, are you drunk?”
A snort escapes Eddie and he holds a finger up while he mutters, in a low voice for no actual reason, “I am not. I’m just…what’s the word? Enjoying my own company. Choosing joy.”
Huh, so that’s what this is. Eddie rarely lets himself loose in front of others and gratefulness graces Buck’s chest. He admires the way Eddie knows how to enjoy his loneliness somehow – a way of life Buck yet to experience.
“I don’t know what that means. But I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
Eddie lifts a leg on the couch, invading Buck’s space on the couch as he eyes Buck. “You don’t?”
Buck is so amused. Sober Eddie will never behave this way, he thinks. Buck is fairly entertained by the way he keeps smiling every now and then.
“I’m trying, I guess. Now that the option to enjoy my own company is in the cards again.” The words are meant to sound confident and firm but there is only heaviness lingering around them.
Eddie blinks. His Buck senses are still working though he is very sure that the thought of laying on his soft and fragrant bed will be very delightful right now.
Something is wrong with Buck. He knows it.
“Wait, uh…what happened? Why do you look sad?” He blinks once again, willing the haze to shift away for a moment. “I thought you’re here for our movie night but I know that look.” Eddie shifts in his seat, fully facing Buck while inching closer as if he is inspecting a physical wound on the field.
Buck vividly remembers all the moments Eddie had given him the same attention. The last time it happened, it was not even too long ago. It was almost a month ago, when Buck had cut himself on the finger while trying to mimic the knife skills of a three star-Michellin chef. Now, Eddie is not inspecting his finger, but his face. Too close. And if he could just… he thinks as his eyes travel down to Eddie’s glazed lips. But the tension is quickly cut by Eddie’s worried voice.
“Who did this to you? Do I need to beat someone up?” Eddie says with so much conviction that Buck feels like this is all one big joke the universe is trying to drop on him.
Buck closes his eyes. Pull yourself together. “Eddie, I am not – you don’t have to beat up anyone. It’s just…”
Eddie sets down his beer on the coffee table, a little too eager to Buck’s liking – he feels so overwhelmed.
“Buck?”
“Tommy left me.”
“He left you?”
Buck nods, eyes turning sadder by second while Eddie shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows, and Buck wants to die.
“Where?”
Buck really wants to die now, but he just has to smile at Eddie’s antics. He takes in the way Eddie’s is in front of him. The innocent worried eyes, the disheveled hair with a drying sweat clinging to it, the rosy cheeks, and the frown on his lips. He thinks Eddie is handsome. Everyone is well aware of that. But at this very moment, a fleeting thought passes his mind – beautiful man.
His heart churns at the thought. Did Tommy ever think he was beautiful? Like the way he is thinking about Eddie? And a bitter taste appears on his tongue. All the words that have left Tommy’s mouth ring loudly in his ears.
I’m your first, Evan. Not your last.
He hates it. He should be the one to decide what he knows and believes. No one should ever decide it for him. Not at the expense of something he treasures so deeply.
“Eddie, he broke up with me.” The words free themselves, and so do the tears. Buck crouches his head, feeling ashamed of everything that has led to this exact moment. One minute, he is thinking of how Eddie makes himself feel worthwhile in this world, and the next, he is thinking about Tommy and all the good times they shared. He feels dirty. Maybe this is due to him.
A hand finds its way to Buck’s arm, and he clings to its warmth.
“Buck…” Eddie squeezes the soft fabric that covers Buck’s skin. “I am so sorry. I thought – Buck, I’m sorry that happened.”
Words fail Eddie, so Buck steps in to double the failure. “Yeah, me too. I – uh, he just…I don’t know, Eddie. I don’t know where I should go. So I drove here.” He sniffs and feels Eddie tightens the grip on his arm.
“You should always drive here, Buck. You know I’ll be here if you need me. And,” he pauses to burp, “oof, sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”
Buck cracks a chuckle through his sniffles and shakes his head in disbelief. “I do, but we can do it whenever. Seems like you need to sleep first before you’re ready for me to unload my sad thoughts onto you. Sorry, Eddie, I should’ve called first.”
Eddie stands up abruptly, “No, no, you wait here. Buck. What are you talking about? We will talk. I will come back after I – I’m gonna put on some pants, wash my face, brush my teeth –”
“I think you should take a shower. Freshen up a bit.” Buck suggests with an endeared smile. He may not think of why he chose to drive here but his body remembers how Eddie’s presence just calms him down constantly.
“Yeah, that’s smart. Wait for me?” And Eddie’s eyes are so round. He looks adorable for a single dad going into his mid-thirties. Buck nods.
While Eddie is showering, Buck finds himself in Eddie’s kitchen. He opens the fridge, takes out some leftover food, and turns on the stove. He adds some spices and ingredients to reinvent the food to be something that can soothe his heart, even temporarily.
“Buck?” He hears Eddie call him from the other room. He waits just to mess with Eddie.
And he hears again, “Buck!”
“Kitchen!” He calls back, as a small smile settles on his lips.
Eddie walks until he slots himself beside Buck, “I thought you left.”
“You said I could talk, so I’m staying. Anyway, I am so hungry so I steal all your leftovers. I promise you, I will cook for you tomorrow. Okay?” Buck looks over at Eddie who is gazing at him with much clearer and alert eyes.
“Don’t worry about it. I can just buy something tomorrow if I am too tired to cook.” Eddie leans against the counter.
Buck does not agree with that. “No, let me cook for you. I owe you.”
Eddie hums, “Okay.”
“Are you feeling better? Do you want some water? I can make you tea? Coffee?” Buck asks. Eddie huffs a quiet laugh. How can someone be so caring while he is literally just being dumped?
“Yeah, it’s okay. I’ll get the water myself.” Eddie says as he walks to the fridge.
“You can wait for me in front. I’ll be done in 10 minutes.” Buck says, but Eddie is well-versed in letting the voices in your head take over the silence.
“I’ll sit here.” Eddie replies. Buck halts his movements, but before he can comment on anything, Eddie beats him to it. “Now, tell me why are you trying to spice up my take-out leftovers? You could just reheat them.”
Buck rolls his eyes, “You should be grateful that I am making it taste better.”
Eddie raises his hands in surrender, “Sorry, chef.”
Buck offers a small smile before turning towards the stove, the room turning quiet once again. That makes Eddie restless so he rakes his mind for something.
“Oh! I finally watched Loki last week.”
Buck perks up at the announcement. “Really? Oh, God. Man, it’s been years! What do you think of it?”
“It was so cool, though I do wish I knew the backstory of his journey. I saw some tweets about the series. But it’s too much for me to read.” Eddie casts the bait.
Buck catches it without a thought, “Okay, so, it’s not complicated. Not really but, there’s this multiverse concept of how all the previous movies and possibly upcoming movies are tied together. One theory says that –”
And as the story goes, Eddie can’t help but feel proud to distract Buck even for a while.
“Wait, what do you mean RDJ is also Victor Von Doom?”
Buck sets the food on the coffee table, “Multiverse. We don’t know which universe he comes from, and whether it’s really Tony, or his twin brother. The theories are still ongoing. You could read the comics, though.”
Eddie tilts his head. “That seems a lot.”
“It is.” Buck starts munching on the food.
“I may have to watch everything from the beginning.”
Buck beams, “I’ll send you the movie list.”
“Nah, we’ll marathon them together. And you can coach me through it.”
Buck's smile falters, but he is quick to recover.
One moment he feels sad about breaking up with Tommy, and now he is feeling cherished.
Maybe he contributed to the downfall of his relationship with Tommy. Maybe, if he had shown Tommy that he really wanted him in his life, this would never happen. If he had not been too calculative of all his actions and words towards Tommy in the name of making it perfect, maybe now he is enjoying an amazing date night – a dinner, movie, then sex. Or maybe, just maybe he should never bring Abby Clark into the frame. But, he cannot fathom the idea of being someone’s first could only lead to heartbreak. In which world does he get to be loved by someone without having too many theories attached to his relationship?
“Ground control to Major Buck, hello?” Eddie snaps his fingers in front of Buck’s face, then proceeds to wave his hand. Buck blinks, and scowls at Eddie while slowly pushing his hand away from his face. “Where did you go, buddy?” Eddie still has those sleepy eyes, but the glint is no longer hazy.
“I was just thinking…” Buck trails off and proceeds to eat the food that has been abandoned for approximately three minutes. Eddie sighs at his friend. He wants to be patient, but when it comes to Tommy and Buck’s relationship, he simply cannot. Since Buck told him that Tommy kissed him, Eddie’s world quite literally halts for seven seconds. Tommy is gay? Buck is too? And from then, there was a knot in his stomach every time he had to accept that Buck will no longer go to him whenever something pops up in his mind. But none of that happened. Buck is still Buck. And they were still the same people. Still are.
“Spill the tea, Buck. Let’s talk it out.”
Buck inhales a deep breath. Not quite sure where to start. But he chooses to start with Abby Clark. Eddie is visibly shocked at the story. Then, his expression changes to confusion and rage? That is when Buck starts telling about his exchanges with Tommy, leading up to the break up.
“Do you believe him, Eddie? Firsts are not lasts?”
Eddie thinks of Shannon. The first person he ever knew what love was. It was a feeling of deep admiration. Late night escapes to the lake just to talk and kiss without anyone looking for them. It was Shannon guiding him in the subjects he was weak at. It was him making sure Shannon felt appreciated when he left her gifts of her favourite books. Until everything fell apart. Until she died after asking him for a divorce.
So, yeah. Eddie should agree with Tommy. Evidently, he has to.
But the way Buck is staring into his eyes, all melancholic and hopeless, makes him obligated to tell otherwise.
“It doesn’t have to be. You know, Buck, the thing with relationships – it’s very unpredictable. Have you considered so many couples out there literally are with their first loves? That worked out for them. And people like us? We are just on different paths. We may have to work harder and smarter just for someone to stay in our lives. If you really ask me, I simply cannot agree to it. Nor can I disagree. It’s just so different for everyone. But, one thing I am very sure is, love should be moving. It does not have to be complicated once you see it all. It should not leave you questioning your worth.”
Buck finally tears his gaze away from Eddie, and looks up at the empty TV.
“That’s the thing, Eddie. My worth. I know I always make it all about myself. But, I can’t – I don’t do it out of spite. And it falls apart every time. Surprisingly, the break up does not make me feel like I want to go and beg him to stay. It makes me think about all of my failures. All the time I cannot make a good impression to someone I love, do something to make them feel like I am worthy enough of their space.” Buck can feel the sobs threaten to leave his throat.
When he ducks his head to hide his face, Eddie remembers how Chris always cries like that. He always tries to hide his pain. And Eddie always hugs him.
Against his better judgement, he takes Buck’s plate away, sets it on the table, and pulls him into a hug. Buck is perplexed, freezing. Eddie never hugs him whenever he cries, because he simply doesn’t cry in front of him. He feels Eddie softly pushes his head onto his shoulder, slotting his face there, as if he is telling Buck, it’s okay, you can hide here.
“Hey, it’s okay.” He says so softly and cautiously as he rubs on the small of Buck’s back.
Buck slowly guides his hands to wrap around Eddie’s frame. He dreamed of this moment. Back in his house when the voices were too loud and all he could think of was Eddie. His laughs, his little mole under his eye, and his words. All of that was reset when Eddie said that there is nothing that will change between them now that Buck is also into men. Buck knew it was going to be a losing battle. So he forgets. Until now.
“You know that’s not true. Sometimes, people say things to justify their own decision. They may not realize how big of an impact it has on you, and the people who really care for you will be there every step of the way.”
Suddenly, silence rings in Buck’s mind. There are no thoughts except – it’s you, Eddie.
He pulls away from the hug to stare at Eddie. Eddie gives him a questioning look, even tilting his head for a bit. Then, his gaze falls from Eddie’s eyes to his lips. It’s a bit greasy from the food. But his mind is all – Eddie, it’s you. It has always been you. Maybe you can make me feel worthwhile.
He lunges forward and plants a kiss on Eddie’s lips. He counts until five, and pulls back feeling frightened. Like he should not stay and just run away to another country. He has experiences with that, he can do it again.
But Eddie grabs the front of his shirt and slams their mouths together – hard and demanding. Buck’s hands fly up to brace on Eddie’s chest – too firm to be described as wanting. Tongues are tangled as Buck feels Eddie pushing forward, clumsily climbing on top of him as he kisses Buck for the second time. Buck feels the gentle tug of his hair by Eddie, and a quiet, needy noise slips out of him. He wants Eddie to stop. He does not want Eddie to regret this. He tries to push Eddie away, weakly, but when Eddie is fully laying on top of him – all hell breaks loose.
Buck sinks into the feeling – the love, need, and disgust.
But he keeps a hand firm behind Eddie’s neck, latching onto it so Eddie will never stop kissing. His other hand settles on Eddie’s hip, moving up and down in bliss. Oh, fuck. He can feel Eddie moving to sit on his crotch, breaking their kiss for a while – Buck sees how wrecked and debauched Eddie is – then pulling Buck up just to kiss him again for the third time that night.
Buck is lost for words. Until a voice suddenly appears in his head.
Eddie is drunk.
He jerks away from the kiss in which Eddie follows, before Buck puts a hand to his chest in hopes to make a clear indication of his intention.
Eddie looks down to him. The glassy eyes which were darkened return to him with silent accusations. You kissed me. You did this first. Why are you stopping me?
They stare at each other’s eyes. Reading what words cannot say. Buck’s whole expression turns to shame, and Eddie’s turns to clarification.
“Eddie, I – you are – this is not, uh, I’m sorry.” Buck stutters all the way as he scrambles off their tangled limbs. Eddie feels a sharp pain in his chest and his hands had gone cold and sweaty. He cannot lose Buck. Not like this. He watches frantically when Buck starts to stand up and pacing around the room to gather his jacket and keys.
“Buck, wait.” And the man won’t listen. He sees troubled written all over Buck’s complexion. The alarms are blasting in Eddie’s head.
“Buck. Buck, listen to me!” He starts moving too. Too fast and nervous and fearful as he tries to take hold of Buck’s hand.
Buck walks straight to the door, ignoring Eddie and choosing to run away from this mess. He does not have the right reasons to stay. Not now. Not when Eddie is drunk. Not when he just broke up with Tommy.
“Buck, please. Listen to me. Don’t –” Eddie yanks his hand, stumbling him back to Eddie.
“No. Let me go, Eddie.” He pulls his hand away.
“Why? What’s happening? You kissed me. Buck.” Buck is not the only one who is afraid.
“Eddie, I’m sorry, okay? I – that’s wrong. You’re drunk. I can’t – this is not right.” He twists the doorknob but a pair of strong hands pulls him again.
“I know what I am doing.”
Buck blinks as he schools his face, “I don’t, Eddie. I don’t know what I’m doing. Or what I should feel.”
It’s too vulnerable so Eddie let go of Buck’s hands. The sharp pain creeps its way into his chest once again.
Buck waits for Eddie to look at him. Look at me. Give me a sign that we will be fine after this.
Eddie nods even though his eyebrows are pinched together. He then looks up at Buck, with worry and confusion written all over his face. And he chooses to say, “Okay.”
Buck does not utter a word but turns his body towards the door, and walks out of it. Eddie slumps his body against the closed door and sits down for almost twenty minutes just to think of what will happen next.
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Hen sips her coffee while pretending to give a damn at the latest Earth’s photograph from NASA demanding her attention. She swipes to the next slide on her screen, but peers over to where Buck is standing behind the counter, looking so serious with a pout on his lips. Meanwhile Eddie, the man who always busies himself with crosswords puzzles has not yet uttered a single word since he clocks in an hour ago. Just staring at the TV.
Chim catches her eyes from across the sofa and raises his eyebrows. Hen quickly moves her eyeballs between Buck and Eddie. Chim nods.
“Hey, Eddie. You alright?” Hen tries. While Chim takes notes of how Buck shifts his gaze onto Eddie, waiting for a reaction before going back to preparing for lunch.
Eddie looks at Hen. His eyes are dull. Usually it’s bright. “Yeah, I am. Just a rough night.”
“Nightmares?”
Chim sees the way Buck clenches his jaw. And he smirks.
“Yeah.” Eddie smiles, very halfheartedly.
“Oh, Eddie. You wanna talk about it?”
Eddie shakes his head, “Nah, it’s fine. Thank you for your concern, Hen.” He sighs and chooses to stand up to get a drink.
Glances are exchanged again between Chim and Hen. They know they will have elaborate theories as to why both of the closest friends they ever witnessed – sometimes a little too close – are not talking and being moody at the same time.
Buck stiffens when he feels Eddie walks past him to pour himself a drink. Hen nods conspiratorially while raising her eyebrows. Chim rolls his eyes.
“What do you think happened to them?” Chim says as he moves to sit beside Hen.
“A fight, maybe?” Hen suggests then locking her phonescreen.
“Looks serious. They never not talk.” Chim looks at them. “Usually, they would just bite each other’s head off like they’re in a fucking telenovela and apologize.”
Hen hums, “You might be onto something, Chim.”
“Should we interfere?” Chim asks. “You. You should interfere. I’m happy just being a bystander.”
Buck turns to look at Eddie, who is still mixing something in his drink. Eddie yawns while stirring the sugar he puts in his coffee. Buck wonders whether Eddie really had a bad dream, or he was referring to their incident last night.
He tunes his focus back into preparing for their lunch. As he stares at the cheese and onions, he vividly remembers the state Eddie was in last night. His warm skin, strong hands, and velvet noises. Eddie was perfect. He wants that. Since he walked into the 118, when Buck did not understand the jealousy he felt, he had wanted Eddie.
That day was as clear as he remembers. The way Eddie kept being a professional firefighter and somehow catching whatever Buck threw at him – Eddie had been patient with him then.
He just wishes he knows how to handle the issue this time.
So, he huffs out a harsh breath as he washes his hands in the sink. Eddie, who is still lingering around the counter, decides to spare Buck a knowing look.
You can’t be frustrated at me, Buck.
“You alright?” Eddie asks, after turning his gaze away from Buck. The space between them is not far, in fact it is quite close. But somehow it feels like Buck is at his loft, and Eddie is standing in front of his own door watching Buck leaves.
Buck is shocked to see Eddie talking to him. He clears his throat, putting on a mask of ignorance. “Yeah.”
Eddie is back to watch Buck with a lingering gaze. A gaze that will usually melt Buck in a few seconds, making him confide everything that he has been holding back from Eddie.
“Okay. Fine.” Eddie huffs and places his mug on the counter with a little more force than necessary. Indirectly telling Buck, “yeah, push me away. I don’t care. Don’t talk to me again.”
That does the trick. “Eddie–” Buck calls when Eddie steps away with long strides and an upset face going God knows where. Buck feels guilty, but Eddie just can’t accept it. He decides that he will only be professional today. Exclusively for Buck.
Buck will go insane.
Hen and Chim are watching the entire exchange from start to finish.
“I think we shouldn’t. Buck and Eddie will be okay.” Hen finally replies to Chim.
“Yep. Let’s hope we can get through this shift peacefully.”
Hen laughs, earning a dangerous side-eye from Buck.
“What?” Hen says, with a smirk on her face.
Buck shakes his head.
─ · ─ · ✿ · ─ · ─
“Be careful, Buckley. We don’t want Lily to scratch your precious face. Wouldn’t want Tommy to march down the 118 at the end of the shift.” Chim says while chewing gum. Bobby grins at the comment.
Buck, who is currently trying to do a very hard extraction – a fat cat stuck on a tree – blinks his eyes rapidly and proceeds to ignore the comment.
“That’s…weird.” Hen says as he turns to Chim and Eddie.
Eddie has a subtitle on his face that says: I know something about that but don’t ask me because I am not in the right mental state to talk about it.
“What the hell is going on with you two?” Hen whispers. Chim tilts his head. Bobby furrows his eyebrows.
Eddie just purses his lips, “We’re fine.”
Chim says, “Doesn’t seem like it.”
Bobby steps in, “Yeah, Eddie. Is everything okay with Buck and Tommy?”
Eddie sighs, “You should ask Buck.”
“What about you and him? Is there something we should know?” Bobby probes more.
Eddie seems to not know how to lie to his captain. And truthfully, he just does not know how to even create a white lie to his team anymore. They are a family, anyway. They can read the room easily and create a hypothesis as to why Buck and Eddie are not talking. With that being said, Eddie still chooses to stall. “Nothing, Cap. All good.” He lies because that will give him space to think of a way out of not discussing whatever this is.
Chim pauses, chewing his gum, “Oh, trouble in paradises, huh? No wonder Buck seems so upset.”
Paradises?
Hen hums, then holds a finger up, “But why are you upset too?”
Eddie rolls his eyes, “I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” Hen challenges.
“I second that.” Chim says.
Eddie looks at Bobby for help. “Don’t look at me, Eddie. I wanna know too.”
“Did they have a fight about you again?” Hen scoffs.
Eddie gapes his mouth, “Again? What?”
Chim laughs, “Ah, nevermind.”
“Okay, enough, guys. I’m sure whatever it is, you will sort it out, Eddie. Just, I hope that won’t affect your work. If you need me to do damage control, please kindly give me a heads up.” Bobby says the last sentence while tilting his head towards Buck.
Eddie nods, still dumbfounded by the accusation. “Of course, Cap.”
Buck climbs down the tree and Hen does her usual routine with Chim to check on the victim, Lily. When everything is announced as clear, the 118 heads back to their firehouse, waiting for the next calls to roll in.
The day goes by fast as they have back to back calls ranging from several minor medical emergencies and one pile up on the freeway.
Chim is the last one to leave the locker room besides Buck and Eddie, purposely buttoning down his shirt quickly to give space to the boys. Everyone could not stand them being quiet and not talking.
Though, before he leaves, he pats both Eddie and Buck on the back, telepathically telling them to sort it out.
“Hey.” Eddie says, softly as Buck always does whenever they are trying to reconcile. It’s not a common occurrence, but whenever they had a little fallout, Buck has always been the first one to break the tension. Somehow, this time, Buck hasn’t said anything to resolve the issue, which, in retrospect, is bugging Eddie. For their whole entire shift, Eddie weighs in the pros and cons of letting Buck take control of how he wants this play out. The only ending he foresees is Buck getting farther away and the gap between them becomes too wide to repair.
It wouldn’t hurt, right? To be the first one to reach out. Considering this is a very unique situation.
Buck looks at him, hands halting from taking his stuff from the locker. He does not answer but he waits.
“We should talk.” Eddie tries.
Buck considers his options. He knows he has to talk to Eddie eventually, but it’s still so much for him to process.
So, he says, “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. I– I still need time. To process this.” He gestures vaguely between them.
“I understand. I don’t mean to demand anything from you, Buck. It’s just…I don’t want – you know that won’t change anything. It doesn’t have to be.” Eddie says.
But it does, Eddie.
“Give me some time. Please.” Buck nearly pleads, his voice almost broken.
Eddie nods, gulping on nothing when he feels the familiar pain under his ribs. He wants to hope, but the pain overshadows it.
either the firehouse burned down, we’re having a really weird opening emergency (my bet is there is no actual opening emergency and that it’s weirdly calm and quiet), or buddie is going canon and theyre being hella strict on the bts they show
