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[rozanovs]

9-1-1 // 9-1-1: lone star ↳ chimney and judd + freaking out over snakes

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[sulkybbarnes]

“They laugh until laughing makes them kiss. They kiss until kissing makes them laugh.” — Sarah Ruhl (The Clean House)

Eddie was sat on the floor when Buck walked in, his back resting against the couch and legs stretched in front of him. A worrying look in his eyes. Buck had knocked first, more to announce his arrival than anything else, then waltzed into the Diaz household as if he lived there. Buck reasoned that he was there often enough the place felt like his own. First he deposited the dinner he picked up on his way on the kitchen table, then walked into the living room in search of Eddie. He did not expect to find him sat on the floor with a pained expression on his face.

“Hey,” Buck started jokingly upon seeing Eddie “You know that’s not how you’re meant to use couches right?” 

But then Eddie had looked up at him, troubled expression clearing into something only less pained, and any dredge of humor drained out of Buck’s voice. Eddie didn’t look injured or panicked, so Buck eliminated the possibility of any immediate danger. Eddie wouldn’t be sat with his back to a couch, staring into space, if something was wrong with him or Chris. In fact, Buck knew that Chris was currently sleeping peacefully in his bedroom, because Chris had called him before going to bed and made Buck promise that he’ll stop by earlier tomorrow.

“Real funny, Buck.” Eddie said with an eye roll, making no attempt at moving. “Sorry, I lost track of time. Thought you’d be a bit later.” 

Buck examined the space -the little table pushed to the side to make space in front of the couch, the cushion by Eddie’s side- and decided to tread carefully.

“You alright?” Buck asked as he moved closer, opting to do the logical thing and take his place on the floor to Eddie’s left, back against the couch, shoulder almost brushing Eddie’s. “What’s going on, Eddie?”

“Just making some life altering decisions.” Eddie shrugged. The movement causing his shoulder to momentarily press against Buck’s. Upon closer inspection, the look on his face was more resigned than anything. A little tired.

“Oh. Nothing big then.” Buck smiled, and it had the intended effect of making Eddie look at him and smile back, if only for a few moments before Eddie turned to stare back ahead. “Wanna share with the class?”

Eddie hummed his assent. And then, “It’s why I asked you to come over.”

“Thought you just wanted my pleasant company,” Buck joked, trying not to let worry bleed into his voice. This whole thing was starting to feel really serious all of a sudden. 

“That too,” Eddie smiled again, and this time the expression he gave Buck made something clench in his chest. “I want to talk to you. It’s nothing bad, don’t look worried.” He said, catching Buck’s clouding expression. “Let’s have dinner first.” 

Eddie hauled himself up without waiting for Buck’s response. Offering his hand to Buck to help him off the floor. 

“I’ll get us plates and beer,” Eddie offered, hand still loosely clasped with Buck’s. “You choose something to watch?”

Buck nodded silently, his expression puzzled. Part of him hated that Eddie was drawing this -whatever this was- out, while the other part felt the need to hold onto their comforting routine for a little longer. He could sense something big threatening to crash over them. 

Eddie nodded back and released Buck to head to the kitchen. Buck stood staring after him dumbfounded. His hand tingled where Eddie held it a moment ago.

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Dinner was a quiet and unusually tense affair. 

They both made attempts at normal conversation throughout the meal, talking about Chris’s day at school, their shift the night before, Maddie and Chim’s list of baby names, but Buck could see that Eddie was on edge although he hid it well, and that put Buck on edge too. His mind spiraled with worst case scenarios on why Eddie wanted to talk to him. Maybe he needed help with something simple, but because he’s Eddie, he was overthinking it. Which would be the easiest thing to deal with. Buck would help Eddie without a second thought. But Eddie knew that, and so that scenario didn’t explain the look on his face when Buck first walked in. 

Or maybe, Buck’s treacherous brain provided, he started fighting again. Maybe he had decided to take Chris and move back to Texas. Maybe he figured out that Buck is in love with him and wanted to tell him thanks, but no thanks. and gently ask Buck to give him some space. That last possibility hurt almost as much as the idea of Eddie and Chris moving away. Buck let his fork clatter down to his plate.

“Okay, I really can’t take this much longer, Eddie,” Buck said, voice trembling only a little. “We’re done with dinner. What’s going on?”

Eddie tilted his head to the side, expression contemplative, before he put his fork down too and sighed. He gave Buck a look that could only be described as soft, something warm and liquid in his eyes, but still so worried and sad. So unlike Eddie.

“Come on, we’ll talk over washing the dishes. I need something to do with my hands if we’re doing this now. Grab the beers, Buck.” That last command was given as Eddie gathered the plates and walked to the kitchen sink. 

Buck almost groaned with frustration -it was a close thing- but bit it down and followed Eddie. 

Buck offered his help with the dishes but Eddie declined, on account of there being a total of two dishes to wash, so Buck stood with his back to the kitchen counter with a beer clutched in his hand and eyes boring into the side of Eddie’s face, willing him to just start talking. 

“I’ve been thinking a lot about where I’m at right now personally. Where I’ve been. What I want in life?” Eddie glanced sideways at Buck, no doubt noticing his confused expression. Buck still had no idea where this was going. “The whole thing with Anna put a lot of things into perspective.”

Ah, Anna. Chris’s gorgeous English teacher, who Eddie dated for two long excruciating months before they broke it off. Two months of Buck having to grit his teeth through it, fake smiles, and pretend not to be hurt when Eddie chose date night with Anna over going out with the team or over having a drink with Buck. They didn’t get serious enough for Eddie to even “introduce” her to Chris, but she had made Eddie smile at his texts and ask Buck what to wear to a date, and that had been more than enough to break Buck’s heart.

“I thought it was what I wanted, you know?” Eddie continued, unaware of Buck’s spiraling thoughts. “And in a way, it really was for a little while. She is an amazing woman, and she was kind and beautiful but. It didn’t feel right, Buck. Not in the way that I was expecting it to.” Eddie’s smile was self-deprecating, even with half of his face hidden away from Buck’s view as he finished drying the last of the cutlery. “I had to think a lot on why that was. Why I couldn’t let her into my life the way she wanted me to. Why it sometimes felt off. It was good with her, but it never felt enough.”

Eddie paused, reaching for a towel to dry off his hands. Eyes resolutely fixed on what he was doing.

Buck put his beer down and brought both arms up to cross over his chest. There was something burning low in his stomach. Anxiety or anticipation or a mixture of both. A twisted sense of hope poking at his stubborn heart. 

When Eddie looked at him, Buck nodded in encouragement for him to go on. 

“Did you figure out why?”

Eddie smiled at him, the same look on his face from earlier. Warm. Contemplative. Soft.

“Yes, I did.” Eddie sighed, now turning to mirror Buck’s position, so that they stood side to side, shoulders nearly brushing. “I figured out that I had already let someone else into mine and my son’s life. Into my heart. And that there wasn’t space for anyone else in there.”

And God. God! If this meant what Buck thought it meant.. He wasn’t above crying with relief.

“And who’s that, Eddie?” Buck asked, the crack in his voice more pronounced now. He thought that the entire world could probably hear his thundering heartbeat at that moment.

“You’re not dense, Buck,” Eddie sighed, a smile playing at the edges of his lips. He still looked worried but he also looked lighter. 

“I want to hear it.” Buck insisted. He couldn’t take any chances, not with this.

Eddie looked at him with determination in his eyes. His voice was still gentle when he spoke.

“I have feelings for you, Buck.” Eddie started carefully, then shook his head with a small laugh. “Strong feelings.” Eddie announced in a steady voice, and now he was fully looking at Buck, watching his reaction.

Buck felt dizzy with emotion. And Buck, with all of his loud personality and inability to stay still usually, was currently at a loss for words.  He couldn’t think. Could do nothing but blink rapidly at Eddie, feeling the telltale start of a smile slowly pulling at his lips.

“I’m not telling you this because I expect something in return, Buck,” Eddie went on, “I know that you’re my best friend, and I know you love Chris more than anything. So I know that this won’t make you turn away from us,” and here Eddie’s voice betrayed that he wasn’t as confident about this part as he would like Buck to believe. “But I needed you to hear it. You are my best friend, and for the past four months, the only person I’ve wanted to talk to about all of this was you.” Eddie let out a long breath, his hand rubbing at his eyes as if he was all of a sudden very tired. “So. You can take your time thinking about it. Take your space too. And whatever you decide, Buck, I will follow your lead.”

“There’s nothing to decide,” Buck finally found his voice, and it came out tinged with a smile. He turned so that he was facing Eddie, and nudged at his shoulder until Eddie turned to face him. “I made my decision a long time ago. I was just waiting for you to get here, Eddie.”

Buck’s palm found its way to the side of Eddie’s jaw, cradling Eddie’s face as if it were something precious. His other hand came up to rest upon Eddie’s shoulder, his finger trailing from there to the side of Eddie’s neck. The moment felt so fragile around them. The entire world holding its breath while they stared at each other.

“Buck?” Eddie said in a measured voice. Hope was creeping into his warm brown eyes, and he was starting to smile too in something akin to disbelief. Buck knew his expression must have looked the same.

“You’re not dense, Eddie,” Buck grinned, repeating Eddie’s phrase from before, and relishing the exasperated smile it got him. And that smile was what finally snapped Buck into action. It was so achingly familiar, so beautiful and tender and fond, that Buck found himself surging forward without a second thought. His lips finally brushing against Eddie’s. His breath hitching when Eddie brought his hands to Buck’s waist and pushed them closer together, all the while kissing Buck back senseless. 

They kissed for long moments, unaware of anything else around them. Their breaths mingling whenever one stopped to breath and the other peppered kisses along lips and cheeks and jawline.

“Buck,” Eddie breathed out, and Buck thought he could die happy just hearing Eddie say his name like that for the rest of his life. “Are you sure about this?”

Buck has never been more sure about anything in his life, but he knew that Eddie needed the reassurance. Needed to hear it too, because he -just like Buck himself- had known too much loss and pain to take anything for granted.

“I want this. I want to be with you. To be your best friend and your boyfriend, if that’s what you want too” Buck said, eyes boring into Eddie’s and then fluttering shut as Eddie’s thumb brushed gently against the side of his face. “You and Chris mean the world to me, Eddie. You must know that. I’m all in.”

Buck loved them both so much, his heart ached with it, and he knew that that love was written all over his face for Eddie to see. 

“I want that too, Buck.” Eddie rested his forehead against Buck’s temple and laughed with what sounded like pure relief, and Buck found himself laughing along with him. The kisses they traded sloppy and more teeth than lips with how hard they were both smiling. 

“I want you, and I want whatever you’re willing to give me.” Buck murmured, once they had laughed until they started kissing again.

“Everything, Buck,” Eddie answered against Buck’s lips, smiling into the kiss. “I want to give you everything.”

Note: This is my first ever fic in this fandom, and my first fic in general in a very very long time so please be gentle! Comments, reblogs, and tags are so appreciated <3

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[edensrebecca]

18 for Buddie!

It had been a few weeks now since Buck was back on the team, since Eddie had forgiven him after the lawsuit. Things were going back to normal now... or almost. There was still one person he felt he had to make up with; Christopher. He knew the boy would forgive him, but Buck wouldn’t feel at peace until he’d done something about it. 

And for some reason, he couldn’t help but to constantly remember that day on the pier, and how he carried around that oversized teddy bear up until... well, up until that. Christopher had been so happy to have the stuffed animal, and now all Buck wanted was to replace it.

He’d woken up rather early that day, despite having the day off, to head to the nearest toy store. He’d like to say that’s him waking up early on his own, but really, it was the nervosity, and the excitement, of seeing the look on Christopher’s face when he’d see the bear. And with how early he’d woken up, Buck was at the store barely five minutes after it opened. He liked it, however; it was empty, and calm. And he took his damn time to pick a plush.

Buck left the store with a giant teddy bear, probably bigger than the one on the pier was, in a nice light brown color and a red bow around his neck. He almost picked the one with the blue ribbon, but the red on the bow was almost the same as the one on Christopher’s glasses.

He ignored the looks that were given to him as he headed for his jeep and set the bear on the passenger seat, buckling the belt around it. Well, not all of them were odd looks, he’d spotted a few women looking at him like a piece of meat, but he ignored them. He wasn’t Buck 1.0 anymore, he wasn’t into the meaningless sex anymore. Or maybe they just weren’t his type.

Buck was surprised to see Eddie’s truck wasn’t in the driveway when he pulled over. He would’ve expected him to be home with Christopher, but this... this was almost better. If he could just find the spare key, he could walk in and put the bear on Christopher’s bed, the surprise would be even greater. 

Except Buck looked everywhere he could think of, and couldn’t find a spare key. Well... maybe he could get in some other way. He remembered Eddie’s bedroom window couldn’t lock properly, and was actually quite easy to open from the outside. So he went around the house, and started working on the window. Well, maybe that wasn’t safe of Eddie to keep it like that, but it sure came in handy now.

Except, getting the teddy bear through the door was harder than he thought. And it was halfway through when he heard the door to Eddie’s bedroom open. His eyes went round as he realized it had to be Eddie. And surely he was right, his best friend’s head appearing just above the toy.

“This is…” Buck started, looking back and forth between the stuck plush and Eddie’s face, before letting out a sight. “Exactly what it looks like.”

At least, Eddie didn’t seem too angered by the intrusion as he heard a small chuckle coming from the other, and the bear was pulled through the window. And then Buck started climbing through the window himself, which left Eddie to laugh even louder.

“You know, door’s unlocked now.” He precised, an amused eyebrow raised at Buck.

“Right, of course.” Buck let out before letting himself down the window again. It only took him a few long strides until he reached the front door.

“I’m guessing this isn’t for me, is it?” Eddie asked, a hand on top of the bear’s head, when Buck got to the bedroom.

“Why would I give you a stuffed bear?” Buck retorted, picking up the toy to go and place it on Christopher’s bed. “Do you think he’ll like it?” He asked, the moment it was set down.

“Oh, I think he’ll love it. Even more so when he learns it comes from his Buck.” Eddie said, and Buck could’ve sworn Eddie looked at him the same way Carla mentioned he looked at Ana. “Christopher’s at Abuela’s for the day, but you’re free to stay until he comes back, if you want.” And for a moment, Buck almost felt like Eddie was begging him to stay.

So he did, at least until the middle of the afternoon. He wanted to stay longer, but he did have some shopping to do, and should go before everything closed. And it’s like Eddie knew he was disappointed he had to miss Christopher’s reaction, because at around 7pm, Buck received a video of the boy basically throwing himself at the bear, a large grin on his face. And the smile on Buck’s face spread from ear to ear at that sight.

And then it was followed by another text from Eddie: remind me to do something to thank you for that ;)

And Buck wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt his heart skip a beat as he read through it. Whatever Eddie had in mind, he’d knew he’d love it.

[evanbuckleyed]

#93

93. Kissing in the rain and getting soaked. (For Buddie)

“This is one hundred percent your fault.”

“Listen,” Buck says and then doesn’t actually say anything because this is his fault and they both know it.

Eddie glances down at his watch. It’s been three minutes since the last time he checked the time which means they’ve now been waiting for twenty-three minutes for Chimney to pull into the parking lot of the restaurant they’re stranded in. Buck had called Maddie because she’s the only one with a spare key to his car, but apparently calling someone who’s almost eight months pregnant past ten o’clock at night is a no go judging from the frantic tone of voice Chim had answered her phone with. He hadn’t exactly been pleased either, but at least he didn’t tell them to call a locksmith or Uber home.

So now he’s sitting side by side with Buck on one of the benches in front of the building waiting for Chimney and eying the ominous looking clouds above their head. Of course, the first time Buck has ever locked his keys in his car in his life happens to be the night of their first date and the first time there’s been a chance of rain in like two months.

“You know what? I think this is your fault, actually,” Buck says.

“How is you locking your keys in your car my fault?”

“Because I was so busy staring at your ass that I dropped my keys and forgot to pick them back up.”

Eddie rolls his eyes, but he’s secretly pleased. Maybe he’d gotten new jeans for the occasion, which was kind of dumb because he and Buck had been sleeping together for weeks before deciding they should probably do the date part of dating so it’s not like he needed to do anything special. Still, it’s nice to know the effort was both noted and appreciated.

Before Eddie can reply, there’s a crack of thunder and rain starts coming down. A few drops turn into a torrential downpour within seconds and they both jump up, ready to make a run for the awning. Only, as soon as Eddie moves to take a step forward, Buck is wrapping his hand around Eddie’s to keep him in place.

“Jesus, come on!” He tries to tug free of Buck’s hold, but the hand around his just tightens. “What are you doing?”

Buck has this huge, ridiculous grin on his face that Eddie kind of loves but mostly dreads seeing because it means he’s about to be roped into doing something stupid. “Come on, we have to.”

“Have to what?”

“You know.”

It takes Eddie a second, but when he finally gets it he groans. “Seriously? You’ve seen three movies in your entire life and one of them just happens to be the one with the cheesy ‘make out in the rain’ scene?”

Buck shrugs, but his smile turns kind of dopey and okay, fine. Eddie is a bit of a sucker, apparently.

It’s kind of terrible at first. Buck is smiling too wide to actually kiss him properly and Eddie is so busy trying not to die of embarrassment from making out in a public place like a lovesick teenager that he isn’t doing much better, but then something clicks and oh.

When Chimney pulls into the parking lot some indiscernible amount of time later, they’re both soaked down to the bone and so wrapped up in each other that he has to blow the horn to get their attention.

And okay, yeah. Maybe cheesy ‘make out in the rain’ scenes are a thing for a reason.  

[nikosasakis]

His last name is Campbell and it’s venji. Welcome to the club 🌚

I found out it was campbell like two minutes after i posted it lmaoooo but AYEE!! at least i know what to tag the ship as now thanks kim!!!

but yup i’ve fallen deep into this ship and it’s 3:22am and I... kinda wanna rewatch it... WELP

[natural-singularity]

terryjeffordss replied to your post: last line tag

 angel!Buck? Colored me very intrigued!

@michaelgrantnash was hosting a lively discussion on her page (shocking) about demon!buck vs angel!buck and then i started thinking about guardian angel!buck who protects chris and falls in love with this human family wh00ps

[adamngoodbuck]

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