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then help me with the crossword in the mornings

15k | rated M | read on ao3 Eddie shrugs, goes back to chopping cilantro. “I guess I didn’t think you were that serious about moving out right now. I kinda figured you’d just…” “Stay?” Buck says, his voice suddenly so quiet Eddie’s not sure he really heard it at all. He looks over his shoulder at Buck who has a distant sort of look on his face. “Yeah. I mean. Chris and I make pretty good roommates, don’t we?” Eddie finds a way to make Buck stay.

It’s going to be a good evening, Eddie can feel it.

He’s putting the finishing touches on his slow-cooker barbacoa, excited to make it for Buck since he only got to experience it through a screen last time. He thinks this batch is going to turn out even better than the first one—spent all morning shopping for the ingredients and assembling them in the slow cooker. Now, eight hours later, the whole house smells like slow-roasted meat and piquant spices, everything coming together perfectly. There are tortillas warming in the oven, and Eddie even threw together a little watermelon mint agua fresca with the first ripe melons of the summer.

It’s just as Eddie’s chopping up some fresh onions and herbs that Buck walks into the kitchen and says, “I think I found a place.”

Eddie’s hand goes still and tight on the handle of the knife. He knew, vaguely, that Buck was looking at apartments. He’s gone to a few showings here and there, but Eddie kinda figured it wasn’t exactly at the top of his priorities, given everything that’s happened in the last couple weeks. The apartment collapse, the birth of his baby nephew, the tearful and shocking revelation that Bobby was still alive, subjected to a highly classified and highly experimental treatment for the virus.

With so much going on, Eddie had kind of put the prospect of Buck moving out to the back of his mind. Besides, they’ve been making it work, sharing the house, sharing the kitchen, even the bed.

But apparently, it’s been on Buck’s mind. Enough that he’s found a place. He thinks.

“You found a place,” Eddie echoes.

“Yeah. It’s right in West Hollywood, so not too far from the station, and a little closer to Maddie and Chim’s place than the loft was. It’s a one bedroom, and it’s got a balcony. They said I could move in on the first.”

Eddie feels a sudden, abrupt sense of the floor falling out from under him, like a roof collapsing from the heat of a house-fire.

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kiss roulette - a kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking :-)

“Morning,” Eddie half says, half yawns. “Sleep okay?”

Buck flicks his tongue over his teeth before a small, almost shy smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“Uh, yeah. Yes. Definitely okay.”

There’s a damp spot on the pillow under Buck’s cheek, and his curls are sticking to the sides in a way Eddie knows he’d be self-conscious about if he knew. Eddie huffs a quiet laugh and reaches out to thread his fingers into Buck’s hair, brushing it back into place. His thumb drags lightly over the shell of his ear, and he feels a faint twitch when Buck notices.

“Any plans for today?” he asks.

Buck blinks like the question just smacked him over the head, then clears his throat.

“Uh, no. Not really. Lunch with Maddie, but other than that I’m free.”

“We could go for a run later,” Eddie offers.

“Sure, if you’re up for it.” Buck’s voice is easy enough, but his eyes flick away too quickly.

Eddie studies him for a beat. “Okay, what’s going on? You’re—are you freaking out?”

“N-no, nothing! Everything’s fine. Totally normal. Promise.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Come on, I know you. You’re being weird. And it’s freaking me out, so—“ He gives Buck’s shoulder a light shove. “Spill.”

Buck sighs, face scrunching in that way that always makes Eddie want to smooth it out with his thumb. He doesn’t. He just waits for Buck to speak.

“Don't you think it’s kind of crazy? Us waking up in bed together?”

“You are aware we’ve shared a bed before, right?” Eddie teases.

“You know what I mean.”

Eddie smiles, heat curling in his cheeks at the memory of the night before. “I do.”

“I just didn’t think we’d—you know.”

“Didn’t think we’d get there?”

”I’m just—up until yesterday I haven't even allowed myself to consider…” Buck starts to reach for him, then stops, hand hovering just above Eddie’s side. “And now you’re here and you’re—“

“You know you can touch me,” Eddie says, soft but sure.

Buck’s throat bobs. “I know.” He lets his hand settle on Eddie’s waist, gives it a light squeeze.

Eddie tangles his fingers back into Buck’s curls, scraping his nails gently against his scalp. Buck exhales, melting into the touch.

“Good,” Eddie hums. ”Feels nice?”

Buck nods, scooting closer and running his hand up and down Eddie’s side.

Eddie’s eyes slip shut, the slow drag of Buck’s fingertips is enough to make the rest of the world fade. Buck’s breathing evens out, tickling Eddie’s forehead every time he exhales. Eddie shifts just enough for their knees to brush, buries his face in the crook of Buck’s neck.

For a while, neither of them speaks.

“We should get up soon,” Buck says eventually, voice low. “Don't want Chris catching me sneaking out your room.”

“Are you kidding? It’s Sunday. We’d be lucky if we see him before noon. Besides, why would you need to sneak out?”

“Figured you might need some more time, you know? Before that conversation.“

Eddie chuckles. “You think I need more time? Really? Eight years not enough for you?”

Buck frowns, and this time Eddie does press his thumb to the line between his brows. He smooths it out carefully, then leans in to press a kiss there for good measure.

“Can you believe we’ve known each other that long and I never got to kiss you here?”

Buck breathes a quiet laugh when Eddie kisses the tip of his nose. “Or here.” Then his cheek. “Here.” A slower kiss to his jaw. “Always wanted to kiss you here.”

Buck’s breath hitches, fingers tightening on Eddie’s skin. “Yeah? Where else?”

Eddie leans in, voice low. “Here.” He mouths at his earlobe, just enough to make Buck shiver before he pulls back. “Here.” He presses his lips to his eyelids, one after the other, lingers there to feel the soft flutter of eyelashes against his skin.

“Did you know your birthmark goes pinker when you blush?” He says, pulling back to study Buck’s face. “Kind of like right now.” He presses a kiss there like he’s trying to prove a point, imagines it darkening even more under his lips.

“Shut up,” Buck laughs, ducking his head a little.

“Bossy,” Eddie says, placing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he adds, because Buck is and now that Eddie can say it to him, he never wants to stop.

“Eddie,” Buck says seriously. “You realize you look like a model, right? You’re quite literally the star of my wet dreams.”

”Yeah?” Eddie breathes.

“Oh, yeah. Dream-Eddie is—“ Buck pulls Eddie in by the small of his back, slots one leg between his. “Surprisingly bendy by the way.”

Eddie rocks his hips forward, pleased with the small sound it pulls from Buck. “Bendy, huh?”

“So bendy. Makes a mean breakfast burrito too.”

“Damn, tough competition,” Eddie chuckles into his lips. “Wait, why is dream-me cooking breakfast in your sex dreams?”

“Not everything is about sex, Eddie, get your head out of the gutter.”

“You’re the one who said—“

Buck kisses him. Slow and deep. He tastes like sleep and something sweet from last night, and Eddie lets himself sink into it, fingers curling at the nape of Buck’s neck.

It’s not urgent. It’s steady.

It’s forever.

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based on this post by @saryasy

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Eddie thinking "yep that's my adorable pookie"

911 hiatus rewatch ↝ 6.01 Let the Games Begin

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9-1-1 : Realizations

(A.K.A. Notes on a Metaphor)

AO3

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Welcome to my Buddie Fic Rec List!

Since I read so many Buddie fics, and some of them are so good, I thought I'd share them in some handy lists. I'll be posting them in different categories, and you will be able to find all the posts HERE.

Disclaimer: Always read the tags and warnings! Also, tastes differ. These are my personal favorites, which doesn't mean they'll automatically be yours of course.

If you want to reblog and add some of your own favorites that fit the category, please be my guest! I always love discovering new fics. I will also add new recs of my own whenever I stumble upon them.

One last thing: Please like and comment when you've had a nice read. It means so much to authors to hear your thoughts! And don't hesitate to share this post and spread the love for these fics around!

Buddie Fic Rec: "Bed Sharing" Trope.

Don't we all love the bed sharing trope? Falling asleep on their own side of the bed only to wake up snuggling together. Not being able to sleep or stave off the nightmares if the other isn't in the same bed. Having a drink too much and sleeping over and oops, one thing leads to another. Here are some of my faves!

Habits, by red_to_black || 4926 words ||

Buck's not sure what's going on when Eddie starts kissing him on the head after a rough call, only now it's A Thing, and it's a thing Buck would very much like to continue if he knew what it meant.

(or another Buddie fic where everyone knows except Buck.)

Drowning in Dreams, by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels) || 5434 words ||

In which Buck sleeps his way into a relationship with Eddie, but not in the way you'd think.

Steady on His Feet, by BrighamVaughn || 7602 words ||

Buck has been in love with Eddie for over a year but isn't willing to risk their friendship to tell him. When they end up sharing a bed at a conference, Buck finally breaks.

love doesn't discriminate, by awashleyno || 10681 words ||

“Eddie,” Buck murmurs, in a way that makes his stomach flip, his eyes squeezing shut momentarily.

“Yeah, Buck?” He answers, just as soft, like if he speaks any louder it’ll somehow break the moment they’re building together.

“I’m so tired,” Buck admits, his weight suddenly heavy against Eddie’s back as his arms slide around his waist, his face mashed in against Eddie’s neck. It’s not the first time Buck’s done it — he gets ridiculously clingy when he’s tired — but Eddie’s body reacts like it is, his pulse jack-rabbiting in his chest before kicking into high gear.

Or,

Buck gets tired and uses Eddie as a pillow.

in the arms of the ocean, by allyasavedtheday (@littlespooneven) || 6857 words ||

“Someone wanted to come say hi before we head home,” Eddie says, voice a little gravelly around the edges, and Buck can only imagine how worn out he must be by now. He has no idea what Eddie faced today but he can’t imagine it’s been much easier than anything Buck endured.

Buck opens his mouth to say something but no words come out. Instead he just stares in awe as Eddie picks Chris up under his arms and deposits him onto the cot on Buck’s right side. Buck scrambles to put an arm around him to hold him in place but it’s not really necessary when Christopher immediately curls into him anyway. He tucks his face into the crook of Buck’s neck and mumbles out a tired but relieved, “You’re okay.”

All the breath in Buck’s body rushes out of him at once at that and he wraps both arms around Christopher, pressing a kiss to the matted hair at the top of his head. “I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, voice hitching around the lump in his throat. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t find you, buddy.” *

After the tsunami, Eddie takes Buck home.

Without You, I'll Never Be Home, by The_Forgotten_Nobody (@scarlett-ice) || 45100 words ||

“Right, well…” Eddie rubs the back of his head. “If you want, you’re free to spend the night at ours. I know you’re probably gonna be tired still and I thought that, uh, it might be nice. It didn’t seem right letting you go home alone after everything you did.” -

After the tsunami, Eddie invites Buck to stay with him and Christopher.

Maybe I'll deserve you one day, by Stlesismylover (@firebuddie) || 24720 words ||

Eddie knows he's in love with Buck. Buck is oblivious to his feelings. Somehow, they manage to end up in a relationship before having a proper conversation about it.

Close Enough for Comfort, by allyasavedtheday (@littlespooneven) || 14074 words ||

Their first hug doesn’t happen at the firehouse.

It’s at a bar where they’d decided to get a drink after work. Eddie arrives a little after he does once he drops Christopher off at his aunt’s place and when he joins Buck at the table he pulls him into one of those casual, back-slapping kinds of hugs.

It’s nothing to write home about. It’s friendly, comfortable, but Eddie’s hands are warm on Buck’s back and for the briefest second Buck can feel Eddie’s smile imprinted against his shoulder before it’s over.

He puts it down to missing Abby that he finds himself thinking about it when he’s trying to fall asleep that night.

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A look at how Buck and Eddie's physical relationship develops from season 2 to season 5 AKA the one with all the hugging.

in the morning our arms ache, by hattalove (@hattalove) || 1490 words ||

Today, he wakes up with Eddie half on top of him, head resting on Buck’s chest, his thigh thrown over Buck’s, holding him close with his fingers fitting into the spaces between Buck’s ribs. It feels forbidden to dip his chin just so, enough to hide his face in Eddie’s hair, to breathe him in.

All of it feels forbidden, but Buck does it anyway. He keeps doing it, keeps taking, because the measures are relaxing and Eddie misses Christopher and all of this is so painfully temporary. He keeps taking for as long as he’s allowed, and they don’t talk about it, ever, just roll out from under the covers.

in which love is finally allowed to exist in the light of day.

moonlight, nightmares, and tearful confessions, by brewrosemilk (@gayhoediaz) || 9339 words ||

“Want me to tell you that I can’t fucking sleep? Ever? That I’m terrified - every single day of my life, because I came back from a warzone, only to be shot in the middle of the day, on a busy LA street, and I had to realize that I’m not fucking safe? Which means my son isn’t safe? Which means none of the people I love, will ever be safe? That it could happen again?”

Buck stays silent - although somewhere, in the back of his mind, some part of him is saying 'Finally.'; is saying 'Thank god. Let him break. Let him break, so that I can break, so that we can break together, and then heal together, and finally - finally - start to leave that day behind us.'

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Can I have Buck carrying Eddie with this prompt please? You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.

fgdsjahgsf i fucking love this prompt SO MUCH

the whispers in the morningeddie/buck, light angst and fluff

Buck’s not sure what makes him wake up, but he knows what keeps him awake; the slam of his door and the curses currently erupting from downstairs.

The voice is Eddie’s, and Buck’s not expecting the way he looks. He’s wearing a shirt and pants, dirty and gross and Buck frowns. “Did you come straight from work?”

“Buck?” Eddie asks, jerking up from the island he’s currently plastered against. 

Buck thinks he’s drunk, but he can see the trembles wracking Eddie’s frame, the dark smudges beneath his eyes. He knows Eddie’s been on a long shift, the days before jampacked with trips and Christopher and work, work, work. He’s gotta be exhausted.

“Hey Eddie,” Buck says. 

Eddie stumbles a little as he straightens up, taking a few steps towards Buck and then pausing. “You okay?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” Buck doesn’t want to sound so amused, but he can’t help himself. “You wanna get some sleep?”

“M’not tired,” Eddie says, slumping against Buck. His face mashes against the curve of Buck’s jaw and it’s gross. Buck rolls his eyes but doesn’t try to shove Eddie away. 

He likes it.

Something’s settled between them since Christmas, easing back into their friendship like all the shit since the truck bombing is nothing. Buck knows that’s mostly wishful thinking. Nightmares about the tsunami, awkwardness with Bobby, and the aches in his leg when it’s cold are all huge obstacles. It’s easy to forget about it all when Eddie’s around, though. When he’s got Christopher tucked up on the couch and they’re all safe. 

“You can tell me about how tired you aren’t,” Buck says, hauling Eddie up and getting a better grip on his waist, “while I carry you to bed.”

“Yours?” Eddie asks. When Buck looks, he’s got a little furrow between his brows, endearingly confused. 

Buck snorts gently, managing to get them both up the stairs without injury. “You are at my apartment, Eddie.”

Eddie blinks at him, at the bed, and then back over his shoulder. “I am?”

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soft eddie prompt? you got it! sleepy eddie???? just sleepy eddie, i don’t care what u do but i just want sleepy tactile eddie and i want him to get all the love and appreciation he deserves

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How about soft sleepy Eddie, early in a morning with Buddie and Christopher either still asleep or at a sleepover???

GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE YALL

please enjoy 1.5k of soft, sleepy, touch starved Eddie. 

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Tuesdays, by far, were Buck’s favorite days.

Tuesdays were the magical days where Buck and Eddie were both off shift.

Tuesdays were the wonderful days where Chris had a late start at school.

Which meant, best of all, the best thing in the world—

Tuesdays were days that Buck and Eddie got to sleep in.

Buck had learned, very early in their relationship—before they had said the L word, before they had moved in together, and before Buck had the familiar weight of an engagement ring on his finger—that there were very few things that Eddie valued more than he and Christopher. And that made him all warm and fuzzy inside, sure.

But sleep… well, Buck was well aware that for Eddie, sleep was a close second.

Buck honestly had never had a relationship before where “sleeping together” actually meant falling asleep in a bed together and waking up together before it meant fucking, but that definitely wasn’t the only way that Eddie was a first for him. Honestly, though, Buck wouldn’t change it for the world.

He got to wake up every morning with Eddie, secure in his arms (and god, that had blown his mind, when Eddie had mentioned in a way that very much was not as subtle as Eddie had hoped, that if Buck ever wanted to be the big spoon, well, he would be okay with that).

Eddie liked being the little spoon. Who would have fucking thought it?

Buck knew himself pretty well—he knew that while he was a very, very physically affectionate person, it was unlikely that he was going to get that same amount of affection back in a relationship, especially in any of his relationships with men. And don’t get him wrong, he loved any skin on skin contact with Eddie, but not enough to risk jeopardizing their tentative friendship, or beginning of a relationship, with the amount of hugs and affection he preferred.

He should have known he didn’t have to worry about that—as soon as Eddie had deemed him a safe source of tired cuddling, he became the first person that Buck sought out when he was feeling even moderately tired, resting his head against the space in between Buck’s shoulder blades, using any part of him as a pillow, regardless of where they were or which teammates were watching.

(“Buck, no one's concerned about the cuddling.” Hen had told him one night, while Eddie was batting away at something in the gym with Chim, and he and Hen were tossing cards around on one of the collapsable tables. “Honestly, the only issue comes when you're both on different shifts. He turns into grumpy cat. It’s annoying.”

“You know who grumpy cat is?”

“That is not the point, Buck.”)

As much as Eddie loved sleep, Buck loved waking up even more. Waking up meant he got to press kisses against Eddie’s neck, got to tighten his arms around Eddie’s waist, got to witness first hand the half hour between sleep and full alertness where Eddie was… well, where he was adorable. Not that Buck would ever admit that.

No, he would take that secret to his grave.

When they had first gotten together, Buck had actually assumed that Eddie was a morning person. He was up with the sun, almost every morning. He could go from asleep to awake in a frighteningly short amount of time. He didn’t even need coffee to get his day going—he could literally just open his eyes and roll out of bed.

Buck thought, more or less, that Eddie was at least part android.

The first time things had changed was also the first time that Eddie had a nightmare while Buck was over, weirdly enough. One moment, Buck had been on his back, with Eddie curled up against his side, using his chest as a pillow while Buck flipped through the last few pages of his book, the next, Eddie was ramrod straight, his breathing tight and labored, body a weird combination of stiff and shivering.

Worse than the nightmare, though, was how Eddie acted when it was over. The flailing, okay, the initial shout, that was fine, but having Eddie crying? Telling Buck that it was okay for him to go, that he deserved someone less broken? Well, that was un fucking acceptable, and he made that point more than clear when he wrapped Eddie in his arms and dove back into bed.

(“You make me feel safe.” Eddie had confessed after his tear tracks had dried, lying on Buck’s chest, barely audible over the steady sound of the Santa Ana winds against the window. “I just… I feel safe when you hold me like this, when I’m in your arms.” Buck hadn’t responded—hadn’t needed to—he just tightened his hold on the other male, face buried in Eddie’s shorter hair.)

The next morning was the first time that Buck had ever woken up before Eddie, and he took extreme advantage of it—he kissed every inch of Eddie’s head and neck he could get to, he tightened his arms around Eddie’s middle, he made all sorts of adorable noises against Eddie’s mop of hair while sun spilled in through the window.

If Buck had known what he would be encouraging—nay, unleashing—he would have done this all so much sooner.

-

Buck was still, regularly, the first to wake up. And Eddie’s hair may have been shorter now, but that didn’t mean Buck couldn’t nuzzle into it whenever he woke up.

All of the other physical affection, though… that came from Eddie, even in sleep.

Eddie was a fucking koala.

It didn’t matter how they fell asleep—side by side, chest to chest, curled in with one another, hell, even when they were in separate bunks in the station—Buck almost always woke up with Eddie completely tangled up with him, wether it was just holding Buck’s arms with his own and looping their legs together, or finding himself completely wrapped up in Eddie’s limbs, nose buried in the hollow of Buck’s neck or the dip right in Buck’s collarbone.

The nights where they fell asleep chest to chest were the absolute worst, though; not because Buck didn’t like waking up with Eddie’s lips in kissing distance, because Eddie madE the saddest, sleepiest, little pouts when Buck tried to wake him up. It was nearly impossible to actually get to work on time when he had an Eddie in his arms that looked like he was about to cry if Buck actually wanted them to both join the land of the living.

Because worse than Eddie’s clingy fucking octopus tendencies—

(as if any of that was actually a bad thing)

—was that when it came to getting up, Eddie was a fucking child.

Like, a bigger child than Chris.

“Come on, Eds, we gotta get up.” Buck murmured, lips pressing along Eddie’s temple, settling right at the center of his forehead as Eddie let out a whine.

“I know, you big baby.” Buck tried again, with no heat in his voice, as Eddie let out a string of unintelligible curses and buried his face in Buck’s throat.

He tossed the blankets off of them, feeling Eddie grip around his waist even tighter, feeling oddly pleased with himself as Eddie groaned into his skin, finally working on real words. “Buck, noooo. It’s Tuesday. We sleep on Tuesdays.”

“I know we do, Eddie,” Buck started, finally working himself into a sitting position, Eddie melting down the front of his body until Buck’s lap became a pillow, Eddie’s arms easily wrapping around his middle.

Buck sighed as he rubbed along Eddie’s back, kissing his head as he leaned over and playfully swatted his flank, grinning at the surprised groan he got in response. “You gotta let me go so I can make breakfast. I’ll make your favorite waffles, but I gotta get started on them now.”

“You can’t leave, Buck, I’m your fiancé. That’s not fair. Fuck the waffles.”

Oh, it was a ‘fuck breakfast’ kind of morning.

“Eds—”

“I don’t want waffles, I just want you.”

Damn it, Buck knew he was going to regret it, but he had to look at Eddie’s face, the sad sounds only amplified by the image of Eddie rubbing his eyes, looking legitimately like he was about to cry.

Buck had fallen for that many, many times before. And he probably would fall for it many, many times in the future.

Finally cracking under pressure, Buck resorted to the big guns, his voice low and slow as he laced his arms beneath Eddie’s. He alternated between speaking and kissing where he could, pulling the other male into a sitting position, more or less in Buck’s lap. “Cmon, Eds. I’ll tell you what. Let’s get up, get Chris some breakfast, go for a nice walk along the greenbelt he loves, drop him off at school, and then we can spend the entire afternoon wrapped up with one another on the couch. You can take a nap, I’ll let you pass out on me, and I’ll order out for dinner so I don’t have to get up before Chris comes home with Carla.”

Buck really hated using Chris against Eddie like that, but it was the easiest way to get Eddie to pretend to be a functioning adult in the moments between sleep and a fully-oxygenated brain. He almost thought that he won their regular battle when Eddie finally leaned back against his chest with a happy sigh, tilting Buck’s head down for an easy, good morning kiss, eyes heavy and half lidded. And fuck, Eddie was always beautiful, but there was something about him in the early morning, soft and pliable and so loving that made Buck’s heart fucking ache, especially in the —where Eddie opened hs mouth and really just put the final nail in the coffin.

“I love you, Evan soon-to-be-Diaz.”

(It was another twenty minutes before they left the bed.

Buck had absolutely no regrets.)

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Behind every gay person is an even gayer, more evil person

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Buddie Countdown to Season 9:

46 days.

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they do this all the time and they’re not even together yet. smh

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That would be amazing to see!

god i just want season nine to have Eddie so fucking cuckoo bananas over Buck, in general and also while Buck is withdrawing from him in an effort to get over him. i want Eddie to be so pathetic about Buck. i want him losing his mind every time Buck is out of sight. i want him C L I N G I N G to Buck. he’s always at his side. he’s always asking “you seen Buck?” if he’s gone more than thirty seconds without Buck in his line of sight. i want him planning little day trips to take Buck on for their days off. i want him inventing literally any excuse possible to get Buck to spend time at his house. i want him pursuing Buck while being so hideously, wretchedly, beautifully in love that it’s bleeding out of him with every word and glance and touch. i want to see him so in love that Buck doesn’t know what hit him.

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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.

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“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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buddie + insane shots

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To be fair, it took me a minute to warm up to Eddie too when he first got here. How long?

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RYAN GUZMAN as EDMUNDO “EDDIE” DIAZ & OLIVER STARK as EVAN ‘BUCK’ BUCKLEY 9-1-1 - S06 E12, S08 E06 & S08 E09