Eddie's jealousy is a subtly sarcastic Jane Austen character who closes the book she was reading more harshly than appropriate after she sees the object of her affection hold someone else's gloved hand.
Buck's jealousy is the final girl in a slasher movie.
Three Times Buck Wanted to Sleep with You (and the One Time He Did) Pt 2
Description: Weeks after drunk texting him, you get a call and much more from a very high and very honest Buck.
Part 1
“Y/N, my favorite girl, how are you doing this fine day? Don’t tell Maddie I said you’re my favorite she’ll be upset.” Buck says, his voice weirdly hushed but also loud at the same time.
You pull the phone away from your ear, double checking the time and pinching yourself to make sure you’re not dreaming.
“Hi Buck, I’m doing good, how about you?” You ask, slightly suspicious.
“I’m seeing pollen right now, and I saw this cat on the street that reminded me of you, and I just had to call you, it was so cute.”
You huff a laugh, and lean back in your green faux velvet armchair, your next patient isn’t due to show up for another half an hour, you’ve got time to entertain whatever this is. “That’s so sweet, but what do you mean you’re seeing pollen, is the count really high or something?”
“No, no like I’m seeing it, right in front of my eyes, and I think I’m hearing it too.”
Okay now you’re a little concerned.
“Buck, where are you, aren’t you working today?” You ask carefully, already sending a text to Athena asking if she’s anywhere near the station.
“Some convention center, there’s a bunch of tiny beauty queens here, tiniest ladies I’ve ever seen. Why wanna hang out?”
“Are—are you out in the field right now?”
“Yeah, but you know you can always come by, you’re my girl, I always want to see you. Plus, Eddie and Hen are here too, they said you should come hang out.”
His girl, his girl, his girl. He’s going to kill you, always telling you that you’re his best friend, dodging all your sober and drunk attempts at seduction, only to turn around and do this.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to come to the scene of an active emergency, plus I’ve got a patient soon.” You tell him, pulling your phone away again to read Athena’s text.
Athena: Yeah, I’ve got the three of them in my sights, looks like they’ve been dosed with something.
“Aw boo, ditch the kid, he’ll survive a missed therapy appointment I missed a ton as a kid.” Buck says, and you can hear Eddie booing in the background, though you’re pretty sure he has no idea what’s going on.
Y/N: Dosed???? With what????
“Okay um we’re gonna circle back to that comment but Buck, are you high right now?” You stand and begin to pace.
Athena: We have to arrest them; think you can rein Buck in?
Y/N: I’ll try
“High on life, on the sound of your voice, and maybe I put a bit too much pre workout in my shake this morning.” He draws out the “e” sound in maybe, and you try to ignore how you can hear him smiling through the phone.
“Come on, I’m serious.” You say, biting down on a manicured nail worriedly.
“I’m serious.” He mimics, then he gets loud again. “Whoa hey Athena, no fair, I’m talking to y/n.”
“Buck, just let Athena put you in handcuffs, it’s for your safety and the safety of others.” You say making your tone soothing, trying to lull him into doing what Athena says.
“Call me baby. Like you did in the bar when you wanted that guy to leave you alone, and maybe I will.” He says, his voice teasing and low.
He’s such a brat, you can’t believe you’re in love with him.
You can hear Athena groan in the background, and you sigh heavily; your face flushing even though you’re alone. “Buck, baby, will you please go quietly with Athena?”
“Will you come bail me out?” He counters.
“You’re not going to jail Buck.” Athena says, flatly.
“How about I come to the station after my next patient, and you just sit pretty waiting for me?”
“You know I’d wait forever for you sweetheart.” He purrs, and your stomach flips.
“You’re so sweet, now let Athena arrest you, I have to go.” You say quickly, trying not to scream.
“Okay, bye y/n.” He says, and you can hear Eddie and Hen chiming in as well.
You race over to the 118 after your last patient, tapping your nails on the steering wheel, worrying at your bottom lip. Your shoes click against the concrete of the floor, and you take the steps two at a time until you see him. He’s half slumped on the kitchen table, but he brightens when he sees you.
“Y/N!” He stands quickly, closing the distance between you, wrapping you in a bear hug and lifting you off the ground.
“Buck—put me down!” You laugh, clinging to him for balance.
“No, if I put you down, you’ll leave again.” He pouts, his large hands going to your thighs, holding you up, your legs wrapping around him in an extra effort to keep yourself steady.
It’s not even necessary, Buck’s arms aren’t even slightly straining under your weight, it’s like you weigh less than a bunch of grapes.
“I just got here, I'm not going anywhere.” You tell him, face burning hotter and hotter the longer he keeps you in his grip.
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
He smiles, and your stupid heart skips a beat.
“Although you’re the one who ran out on me the other week.” You drawl, taking advantage of his diverted attention to draw circles on the nape of his neck with your nails.
“The other week?” Buck’s cheeks redden and he looks dazed, distracted, his hands squeezing your thighs every so often, an unconscious reflex or a side effect of the drugs? You’re not sure.
You bite your lip and Buck’s eyes drift to it. “My apartment? Before all the craziness and the countywide emergencies, I offered to make you breakfast, and you just bolted.”
“Oh yeah…” Buck says, as he carries you over to the couch, sitting down, keeping you in his lap. “Sorry about that, that was rude of me, huh?”
“A little bit.” You tell him, hoping no one comes upstairs, because Buck might not have any shame, but you sure do.
“Let me make it up to you.” He says, giving you the most puppy dog look you’ve ever seen.
“Buck you’re high, we can talk about this when you’re sober.” You tell him, moving to get off his lap.
He holds you fast, his large hands on your hips. “You said you wouldn’t leave.”
Yeah, you’re definitely gonna bring this up to him at a later date, he needs to talk to a professional about his abandonment issues.
“Buck I can’t just be straddling you in your place of work, it’s not appropriate.”
He pouts but lets you move to sit beside him, keeping his hands on your hips. “Fine, fine, but seriously y/n, I’ll make it up to you, anything, tell me what I have to do.”
Tell me you love me, tell me you want me, tell me I’m not crazy. You want to say it, he’s high as hell, he won’t remember, but it feels wrong, like you’d be taking advantage of him somehow.
“You don’t need to make it up to me, we’re friends, I shouldn’t have expected anything more.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean?” Buck asks, his brows furrowed.
“We’re friends, you say it all the time, and I know I shouldn’t expect more than friend behavior from you, but sometimes I’m a little delusional.”
“And?”
“And?” Now it’s your turn to furrow your brows. “No and, that’s it.”
He shakes his head. “There’s always an and.”
“Fine, and I want more.”
“More friend stuff?” He asks, his thumbs slipping under the hem of your shirt seeking out your skin.
“More than friend behavior. But I know you don’t feel that way, and really, we shouldn’t even be having this conversation right now, you won’t even remember—”
Buck drags you back into his lap, and kisses you, his lips soft, melding with yours, intent on devouring you, and fuck you’ve wanted this for so long, but you can’t, he’s not in his right mind.
You break the kiss, and pull back, stomach flipping when his lips chase yours, giving you that puppy dog pout he wears so well.
There’s a heartbreaking uncertainty that flickers across his face. “I thought—?”
“No, no you’re right, you thought right, it’s just Buck, you’re high.” You stress, cupping his cheeks, swiping your thumbs back and forth along his cheekbones.
“Yeah y/n, I know.” He groans, “everyone keeps reminding me.”
“And just like how you told me no when I was drunk, I’m telling you no now.” You say firmly, undercutting it by booping his nose.
He wrinkles his nose in response, all uncertainty gone. “Fine, fine, you’re a good person y/n, kinda a tease, but it’s okay I still love you.”
You swallow hard and get off his lap. “Yeah, let’s see how you feel when you sober up.”
Eventually Maddie comes to pick Buck up and you head home, thoroughly wiped by the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been on. Falling asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. You wake up the next day to a text from Buck.
Buck: Fully sober, I meant what I said, did you?
Y/N: Yeah I’ve actually been flirting with you for months now, so
Buck: I’ll be over in thirty sweetheart, and I’m bringing breakfast. No running out this time I promise
I need to know if I'm either the slowest person and this was the whole point or if I'm just crazy but-
Bobby lost a daughter and a son. I think the show is supposed to have May and Henry fill those roles, but I think it's Buck and Hen.
It's just one scene that is so specific to this idea but it's the scene when Buck and Hen save him from his addiction. You have this man falling apart because he lost his family, he lost a son and a daughter, only to saved by his team members, his family.
On top of all of that, there is no denying that Buck is Bobby's son, and that Hen and Buck are siblings.
Long story short I have many emotions about this family and I love them all so very much.
Actually 911 isnt allowed to be cancelled till Buddie's Wedding, so we can have a parallel scene of Bobby tying Buck's tie for the Wedding instead of a first date
