Bobby: ...
Eddie: ...
Bobby: So I've heard you finally made an honest man out of my son, Diaz.
Eddie, coughs: Y-yes? I mean, yeah. I did.
Bobby: Tell me, will it take another decade before you're ready to make him your husband?
Eddie, chokes: I, uh -
Bobby, grumbling: Because let me tell you — Buck becoming your boyfriend has been a long time coming but more of this and I'll be in a grave before I get to see the wedding!
Eddie, panicking: I already bought a ring!
Bobby: ...
Eddie: ...
Bobby, stares: ...
Eddie, stares back: ...
Bobby, pissed off: So now you think you can take my son away that quickly, huh?!?!
Eddie, groans: God, I cannot win.
More cute requests, you say~? 🤔 how about a carnival/amusement park date? Who's trying his hardest to bypass all the rigged games and get us that ridiculously huge stuffed animal? Who's following us onto a crazy roller-coaster even though the sight of it is turning his stomach already? Who's grumbling about the overpriced food but covered in powdered sugar from a $10 funnel cake? Who's been planning all day to confess to us his adoration in the tunnel of love/at the top of the ferris wheel?
More suggestions for ya~ 🤭 hope you're having a great day! 💖💖💖
OH BOY i'm such a sucker for amusement park dates. Think I already did this for Ghost, so here's the others :)
Soap is determined. The second you step through the gates, he’s dragging you toward the biggest, most unhinged roller coaster in the park, grinning ear to ear like a kid on Christmas morning. "C’mon, c’mon, we’re doin’ this one first!" No warm-up, no easing into it—just straight to the ride that makes grown adults cry. He’s the type to throw his hands up the whole time, laughing like a lunatic while you scream for your life. And if you look even a little nervous before the drop? Oh, he’s eating that up. "Och, hen," he coos, slinging an arm around you, "dinnae tell me yer scared?" (He says that, but he’s also the one who nearly throws up on the teacups later. Swings and coasters? No problem. But spin him around too much, and he’s done for.)
The second he spots one of those rigged carnival games—the kind with impossible hoops, weighted bottles, or darts that definitely aren’t sharp enough—he’s rolling up his sleeves like he’s about to go to war. "Ah got this," he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. And for a while? He’s actually doing alright—until he isn’t. By the time he’s lost for the fifth time, he’s gritting his teeth, swearing under his breath, and refusing to back down. You try to pull him away, but he shakes his head violently. "Nah. No. Yer gettin’ that giant teddy if it’s tae last thing ah do." Eventually, the carnie running the booth just—gives it to him. Probably to get rid of him. And Soap? Oh, he beams as he hands it over, grinning like he just won an Olympic gold medal.
Gaz is the best amusement park partner. Keeps the energy fun but chill, always making sure you have a good time. He’s down for anything, but when he sees that one ride—the massive roller coaster with loops, corkscrews, and a vertical drop that looks like it was designed by a lunatic—his face goes a little pale. "Oh, uh… yeah. Sure. Let’s do it." He tries to act cool, but when you get in line, you can feel how tight he’s holding onto your hand.
By the time you’re climbing that first drop, he’s gripping the safety bar so hard his knuckles are white. And afterward? He stumbles off the ride, knees a little weak, breath shaky. "See? Told you I could handle it," he says, voice not nearly as confident as he wants it to be. (You end up holding him up for the next few minutes.) Holds your hand through haunted houses, but only so he can squeeze it dramatically and pretend to be terrified. "No way," he deadpans, pulling you closer, eyes flicking around the room. "I swear I just saw something move—" Cue you jumping—cue him laughing his ass off.
Price is living. Beer in one hand, churro in the other, sunglasses perched on his nose like this is his amusement park and he’s just letting everyone else enjoy it. He grumbles about the overpriced food, muttering about how it’s highway robbery, but—five minutes later, his fingers are covered in powdered sugar from that $10 funnel cake. "S’not bad," he admits, licking some off his thumb. (You catch him buying another one later, but he’ll never admit it.) He’s the guy who refuses to go on the insane rides but will happily sit next to you on the Ferris wheel, arm slung around the back of your seat, gazing out at the lights below. And if you glance at him? If you catch him looking at you a little too long? He just smirks, raises an eyebrow, and murmurs, "Sweetheart, you sure you can handle me?" (He’s already got the ring picked out. He’s just waiting for the right moment.)
The one who watches everyone else lose their minds on the rides while he just shakes his head and laughs. "Not a chance in hell," he says when you try to drag him onto a coaster. But—you give him the right look, maybe bat your eyelashes a little, and suddenly? He’s sighing, finishing his drink, and grumbling as he follows you to the queue. Grips the safety bar like it personally offended him. Swears under his breath when the drop hits. "Christ—Jesus—fuckin’ hell—" And when it’s over? He acts like it was no big deal—but he’s got a death grip on your wrist for the next ten minutes, like he needs time to recover.
Eddie: I did not summon a demon.
Buck: Are you sure? Cause it says here in my contract that I'm supposed to be bound to you.
Eddie: And what is that supposed to entail?
Buck: Well, it's a bit like marriage -
Eddie: Do you want my blood? My soul? I can give you anything except for my son.
Buck, taken aback: Uh, well actually, I would be bound by my contract to protect your son -
Eddie: Deal. Where do I sign, future Mr Diaz?
*Eddie adds Tommy to the husband group chat*
Michael: Who is that?
Bobby: Buck's new boyfriend.
Eddie: Be nice. He's sorta my boyfriend too.
David: Since when did that happen?!
Chimney: I'm still wondering that myself.
Tommy: I guess I should say hi...?
Eddie: Before you ask, Buck's not in here cause the other chat collectively kidnapped him.
Bobby: I still remember that war —
Michael: What war? Athena decimated us.
Buck: Why did someone who looks like your dead wife come by and give me brownies?
Eddie: I don't know what you're talking about.
Buck: Lie to my face again. I fucking dare you.
Eddie, immediately folds: ...I may or may not have been going on friend dates with her because she looks like Shannon and now she thinks we're dating and I don't know what to do.
Buck, eye twitch: 'Friend dates' my ass. I'll tell you what your ass should do - You're going to tell her the truth and break up with her right now.
Eddie: Yes, dear.
Buck: So let's say I summoned a demon. How much trouble do you think that would be?
Maddie: A demon...like two horns, born from ash and fire demons?
Bobby, sighs: I'm going to grab the holy water.
Chimney: Can we talk about how we're not even going to ask how this is a thing? Leave it to Buck to find a way to do the impossible.
Hen: Where's Eddie? Wasn't your boyfriend supposed to be supervising your shenanigans?
Eddie: Okay, to be fair, I didn't think any demons would actually be summoned when I told him I didn't believe in any of that shit.
Athena: Rookie mistake, Diaz.
Buck: I'm a responsible adult.
Bobby: Are you sure about that?
Buck: ...Yes?
Bobby: What's the last purchase you made online?
Buck, blushes: You can't use that against me. I have adult money and I can use it however I want.
Bobby: Right. And this has nothing to do with the Disneyland family passes I found on my desk this morning?
Buck: I'm pleading the fifth.
Bobby, fondly: Of course you are. Athena told me to remind you that dinner is at 7, don't be late.
