#911 drabble

[achilles-rage]

Buck teaching you to surf coz he learned when he was at that beach shack in Peru

He says it’s so you learn but it’s just an excuse to cop a feel

i love this but all i'm imaging is ostark in that one video where he's wearing a wig and pretending to surf LOL. but he would most definitely be the type to go "here let me teach you😏😏" like the kens in the barbie movie!!

"taking the vacation's plans as an opportunity to teach their partner a skill they don't know yet (like how to swim, surf, fish, etc.)" from this post

"so, tell me again why we can't do this in the actual water?" you ask buck over your shoulder. you feel like an idiot. you've been at the beach for over an hour, letting buck teach you to surf on your day off of work, but he's still insisting that you aren't comfortable enough on the board to get into the water.

he's standing behind you on the sand, hands on your hips as you stand sideways on his board, feeling your already warm face get hotter and hotter when you see people around you giving you weird stares.

"because you're not ready, yet." he brushes your complaints off with this excuse each time, but in all honesty, he's enjoying being able to have has hands on you. he would also be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying the view of you in your swimsuit. you quickly stripped your coverup off as the sun beated down on you, and he was loving every second of it.

he was also a little worried about you getting hurt in the water, but he didn't tell you either of those things.

"buck, this feels stupid," you groan after another moment. your initial giddiness over buck's strong hands holding you firmly on the board had quickly worn off, and now all you can think about is how refreshing the water would feel on your hot skin.

"well, you look great," he replies, smirking when he sees how his comment momentarily snaps you out of your heat-induced frustration.

you turn to face him, narrowing your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest and jut your hip out.

"flattery will not help you out of this, buckley," you say with a frown, but as you stare at his grin, you have to fight the urge to smile back.

"what if i say that we can get in the water? see if you can stand up on the board when it's not on the sand?" he says, raising a brow as he mirrors your stance.

now, you smile, then jump off the board and begin to make your way to the water, letting buck worry about carrying it for you. he rolls his eyes as he watches you go, then picks up the board and jogs to catch up to you.

you only actually managed to stand up on the board twice that day, but it was fun, anyway. by the time the sun was beginning to set, you and buck were both laying on your stomachs on the board. your legs were kicking in the water behind you as you watched the sun go down, and buck had more than made up for earlier when he finally pulled your face to his and kissed you passionately, taking you from friends to something more.

[letmegrabyourcuteass]

I need to see Buck wearing a teddy bear hoodie. Like with little teddy bear ears on the hood.

Imagine Eddie swings by Buck's place to drop something off, and when he invites himself in, he spots Buck in the kitchen stirring a pot. He has his back to him, and Eddie grins, his cheeks feeling red as he covers his mouth in awe.

There, Buck stood, wearing a dark brown teddy hoodie, and he spotted little bear ears on top of the hood. Near the bottom of the hood, he sees a ball of fabric resembling the bear tail. Buck doesn't notice Eddie walking up to the island behind him.

Buck turns to grab something and shrieks when he suddenly sees Eddie standing there. He clenches his chest and removes his earbuds.

"Jesus Christ, man, you scared the hell outta me," Buck brushes his hood off.

Awww, damn.

"Well, I got the cheesecloth?" Eddie hands the plastic bag containing the cheesecloth. Buck perks up.

"Yes, I remember I had a few at your house. Thanks for bringing them by."

"What are you making?"

"Well, I'm trying to make broth. One of my new neighbors is an old Vietnamese lady, and she was making something that just filled the entire floor with so much aromatic smell, and I well--"

"Went and knocked on her door and charmed your way into her recipie?" Eddie says. Buck blushes.

"She didn't mind. If anything, she seems to be happy at some company. This is just a test trial, and I've been watching and helping her make hers, so hopefully I get things right. If it's right, I'm gonna give her a bowl."

"And the cheesecloth?"

"Well, I was going to buy some sachets, but she swatted at my phone, saying I didn't need to spend money on it. If I cooked a lot, then I would have some cheesecloths lying around that would do the job perfectly."

Eddie hums, listening to Buck babble on about the things he's learned about Pho. He watches the man plop the cheesecloth full of spices into the stock pot. Eddie walks around the island, stopping when he sees Buck in short shorts. The blonde notices.

"I-It's laundry day," he explains.

"Uh-huh," Eddie replies, walking over and pulling the hood up and on top of Buck's head. He fixes the ears. "And the ears?"

Buck blushes some more. "Uh, well, I-it was a present from Jee. And it's soft so..."

Eddie laughs softly. "It's pretty cute too," he says, staring at the ears and at Buck's eyes. "It takes around seven hours to make the broth for Pho."

Buck blinks, surprised. "How did you--"

"Linda from dispatch. We went to a few restaurants together, one of which she knew the owner of, and the owner likes to talk. Mentioned it one time."

"Uh-"

"So, finish up here so we can move this to the bedroom, and you better leave just that hoodie on while I get to take you apart," Eddie bats his lashes, and closes the gap between their lips. He hears Buck whine when he pulls away.

Eddie walks away, towards Buck's bedroom, as he hears the blonde swearing and things clashing in the kitchen as he tries to finish up.

[dreamingaboutsakuratrees]

A little Drabble I wrote based on this tumblr post I found on Pinterest:

(thank you @pettyeddiediaz for your amazing brain)

Imagine the dinner scene at a nice restaurant instead of at Eddie's house - they're dressed up, having a fancy dinner, drinking expensive wine, almost like a good-ending of Buck and Abby's date.

Eddie wakes up when he's about to kiss Buck next to his jeep, after the date. Dream-date was picture perfect, conversation flowed like a stream, they were making heart eyes at each other all the time, it was everything you'd see on a romantic movie with a happily ever after.

But then, Eddie wakes up, and he goes to his kitchen and it's nothing like his dream, but it feels right. Buck has flour on his cheeks and hair, is wearing an old apron Eddie is almost sure Abuela gifted to Buck, there's a bit of pancake batter spilled on the kitchen counter. Chris is sitting at the kitchen counter looking this close to falling asleep on his eggs and bacon, and Buck is chatting happily while flipping pancakes, his back to the door. Eddie stands there, leaning against the doorframe™ for a moment, taking in the scene, the domesticity of it all.

The camera points back to Buck, who turns around with a pancake on his spatula, gaze down as he puts it on a plate. Then he looks up, just as a ray of sunshine enters through the kitchen window, and smiles that Buck™ smile, the one that makes his eyes go ^^ and says "hey, Eddie" or something equally simple and familiar and Eddie smiles, slowly, softly, in that way that Ryan Guzman has mastered where his eyes go all soft and gooey and we Know™, but then his smile falls just as slowly.

Maybe there's an initial monologue by Eddie about how important friends are, that cuts in the middle of the word "friend" when Buck smiles, and it just ends with the fanfic-cliche "Oh".

Then the theme of the calls is like, doing things you're afraid of, because the reward might be worth it. In between are scenes of Eddie speaking with Hen in hushed voices, looking distraught, maybe even crying, pulling away from Buck in subtle and not-so-subtle ways.

I'd love to see Eddie having a full blown panic attack and his self-discovery arc spanning several episodes, but I'm also a sucker for him having said panic attack and kissing Buck through the tears or something like that.

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Yeah I might write a full fic of this lmao

[the-witty-pen-name]

Omg Cole, congratulations! This is such a big milestone and I couldn’t be prouder of you!

Can I please do 7 and 8 with Buck, please!

Thank you so much!! <3 I hope you enjoy!!

Evan "Buck" Buckley x F!Reader

Word Count: 315

Warnings: None

“Tell me you feel the same- tell me I’m not crazy.” & “I had a dream about this.”

1,500 Followers Celebration Prompts

“Tell me you feel the same- tell me I’m not crazy.” 

You can hardly believe what you just heard. Your best friend is standing in front of your door, confessing how much he loves you- has loved you for years. You’re convinced that you’re making it all up in your head like you have been imagining for years. Buck’s looking at you like you’re the only person in the world- has he always looked at you like that? 

“I had a dream about this,” you manage to say, completely dumbfounded by his words. It’s all you can manage to muster because of the way your mind is racing. Again, you’re having trouble believing that all of this is real- that he’s here, and he loves you. You’d long ago given up on you and Buck ever being more than just friends. 

Now it’s Buck's turn to look at you slack jawed. What does that mean? Is that a good thing or a bad thing? His mind is reeling, terrified that he’s about to face another rejection, another person who doesn’t want him- and it’s from the person who means the most to him. Right when he’s thinking he’s lost you, you’re able to finally form a coherent sentence and bring him back to the moment.

“I love you too,” you confess, feeling the weight lift from your shoulders. You can watch his eyes soften, and you can practically see his mind still- your words grounding him in a way only you’ve ever been able to do. “I always have.”

The corners of his lips turn upward into that beautiful smile of his, and you don’t miss the way his eyes light up from your confession. He hesitates, only for a second, and his eyes flick down to your lips before he takes a confident stride forward and kisses you, like he’s wanted to since forever. 

[babygirl-diaz]

"Hi baby," Evan breathlessly whispered in Tommy's ear as Tommy was flipping the pancakes.

"He- Whoa," Tommy stopped and turned his head slightly to look at him. "Is that a phone in your pocket or are you happy to see me? Also, you're very sweaty," he added, scrunching up his nose.

"Oh, I'm definitely happy to see you," Evan replied, slipping his hands under Tommy's shirt. "And I'm sweaty because I just came back from the gym."

"That must have been one hell of a session if it's got you this horny," Tommy teased turning off the stove and turning around to throw his arms around Evan's neck.

"Mmmm, you have no idea," Evan replied, pulled him even closer, and kissed him hard.

As Evan kissed him, he moved his hands to Tommy's ass. Tommy figured he was just going to squeeze his ass but he wasn't prepared for what came next. Without breaking the kiss, Evan lifted Tommy off the ground, making him yelp. He forced Tommy to wrap his legs around the younger man as he brought him over to the wall and pressed him against it while kissing him.

"Jesus Christ, how are you able to do that?" Tommy asked, surprised as Evan continued to hold him up and kiss his neck.

"I'm a firefighter," Evan replied like it was no big deal that he was able to lift Tommy up without any effort.

[tate-budlvr]

The house is quiet when Eddie pads down the hall, drawn by the absence of Chris’s usual midnight cough or water request ritual. The door to the guest room (Buck’s room, his brain corrects, because the man has a toothbrush in their bathroom and a designated cereal bowl) is ajar.

Inside, Buck is sprawled diagonally, one arm dangling off the mattress like he’d fought sleep kicking and screaming. Chris is curled into his side, a koala grip on Buck’s shirt, face smushed against his ribs. There’s a dinosaur plushie wedged between them.

This is what family looks like, Eddie thinks, and his chest does something terrifying.

[sloasis]

Bartender Buck in the middle of Texas and cowboy Eddie who walks in one day , orders a single beer , line dances and masters the mechanical bull ride all night while Buck just watches him in total awe and of course Eddie notices but he loves a lil teasin' so he comes back every other night , does the same stuff while reveling in the eyes of the new bartender until he comes in with his cousins one busy night and they order tons of shots but Eddie just sits at the bar and watches Buck right back . He leaves his hat for Buck to collect at the end of the night .

[groovyheels118]

Pillow Talk - Scar

"Your chest is my favorite part of you." Buck murmured against Tommy's left pec, sealing his confession with a kiss.

"Mmm, five minutes ago, it was my dick."

"I'm allowed to change my mind." Buck said, twisting Tommy's nipple quickly like the brat that he was. "Do you wanna know 𝘸𝘩𝘺 it's my favorite?"

Tommy ran a hand through his damp curls. "Other than it currently being used as your pillow?"

Buck traced the scar on Tommy's right side. "It's because of this. Proof you survived."

"My scar still gets me cool points, huh?"

"Oh yeah. Shrapnel to the side while you still carried out a kid to her mother? Hot."

Tommy chuckled. "I got my ass ripped for not reporting it immediately, but there wasn't time. If I had reacted to the pain, no one would have gotten out."

"Hey! Silver lining! Two weeks off!"

"Majority of which I spent in the hospital... stuck in a bed."

Buck grinned up at him. "Guess I'm not the only accident prone person in this relationship, huh?"

"Baby, you've been crushed by a firetruck 𝘢𝘯𝘥 struck by lightning. The odds are not in your favor."

Buck leaned up, kissing Tommy softly. "Third times a charm?"

"I don't know what that means for you, so no."

Buck couldn't help it. He laughed at the look on Tommy's face. "Okay, I promise I'll let you have the next near death experience."

Tommy kissed him. "I'm putting us both in a bubble."

[goodluckeddie]

not a lost cause

Buck admits that it wouldn’t be so crazy. While he’s at it, he admits some other things too.

~

It's quiet in Maddie’s kitchen. Six o'clock in the evening, sun still hanging high with its late summer warmth, the glow of golden hour leaking into the house through the windows to illuminate Maddie as she sips her coffee and Buck as he bakes. Chimney has taken the kids out with Hen, Denny and Mara. Buck arrived just after they left as has barely said a word. It's quiet. Just the two of them and the ticking of the clock.

Eventually, Maddie gets up to refill her coffee. Buck still hasn't said anything. She's not quite sure why he's here, and she figured he would tell her in due time, but it's been an hour and a half and he's still wordlessly pouring over his recipe. She lingers by his side, hoping she'll catch his eye, but his focus is fixed on his baking.

Or at least she thinks it is. But Buck pours some sugar into the bowl, then just keeps pouring, tipping it all in, sweetening his cookie dough far too much. His eyes, his mind, he is elsewhere.

"Buck," Maddie says, leaning into his line of sight. He doesn't move. "Buck, you're putting way too much sugar in. Buck, the cookies!"

His trance breaks. He looks to Maddie, still a little absent, then to the cookie dough, and he comes back to life.

"Ah, damn it," he mumbles, grabbing a spoon and carefully trying to take out the excess sugar.

Maddie aims for a joke. "Were you trying to make sure those cookies rot our teeth?" It's not funny, but she really doesn't know what she's supposed to say right now. But she certainly isn't expecting Buck's response.

"It wouldn't be so crazy."

She pauses. Thinks. Recalibrates. Still doesn't understand.

"It wouldn't be so crazy if... you were trying to sabotage everyone's dental care?"

Buck looks at her, bewildered. "What? No. It wouldn't be so crazy if..."

Maddie waits. Buck sighs. Throws his head back in frustration.

"If?" Maddie prompts after ten seconds of silence.

Buck doesn't look at her when he replies. His eyes are focused on the cookie dough again.

"If I was in love with Eddie," he says thickly. He gestures vaguely in Maddie's direction, mind elsewhere again. "You know... like you said before."

A desperate little, "Oh," escapes Maddie's lips and before she knows it she's hugging him. Her arms are tight around her enormous 6'2 little baby brother. She feels his arms move slightly as he tries to hug her back, but she's got him in such a vice grip that he can't quite manage it. He settles for nestling his face into her hair.

"Come on," she says eventually, pulling away and leading him to the couch by his arm. "Sit down. We'll talk about it."

"I don't know how to talk about it," Buck laments, throwing himself onto the couch with a thump. "I don't even know if that's what it is! I don't know what it is at all."

"Well, something must have happened to make you think about it," Maddie suggests. She waits while Buck thinks. All she needs to do now is be patient with him.

"It's just... it's everything," he says quietly. He turns to look at her, expression raw. She can see his mind working a thousand miles a minute, seven years of will-they-won't-they replaying in his mind when he had never even considered it before. "It's always been something, right?"

Maddie thinks for a moment, then nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I think it has."

"He said he wished he had been there when Bobby died... but all I could think was that I was so glad he wasn't. Because if something had happened to him, too... I don't know what I'd do."

Maddie opens her mouth to reply, but Buck gets there first.

"It's in his will that if he dies I become Christopher's legal guardian."

For a moment, Maddie forgets how to breathe. She can't believe she didn't know. Worse, she can't believe she didn't guess. It made so much sense. Buck had always acted like a father towards Christopher. Of course it was official.

"Is this... a recent thing?" she says carefully. Buck shakes his head. "When did he—?"

"After the well collapsed on top of him," Buck says grimly. The words escape him like it's painful to even think about. He's still not looking at her.

"Did you talk about it at the time?"

Buck laughs. Not quite humourless, but definitely not happy. "He didn't tell me until after he got shot."

"Buck..."

He nods. He knows. "I love that kid like he's mine," he says.

Maddie understands. She hesitates, then decides to say it. "The same way Bobby loved you."

Buck sniffs. A single tear rolls down his cheek. He nods, quickly, more like he's trying to shake the thought out of his head than actually dwell on it. He says nothing.

"Did you know then?" Maddie asks. "That this is how you felt about him?"

Buck shakes his head. "No. Not then. I just knew I cared. And that if he wanted me to have Christopher, I'd do it. No questions. I still would. I hope I never have to, but I would."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"What?" Buck looks appalled. "No. He's straight, Maddie."

"So you keep saying," she returns, sipping her coffee.

Buck sits up. "What's that supposed to mean? Has he said something? Has someone else said something? Do you know something?"

Maddie puts out a placating hand. "No, no, nothing like that, it's just... I don't think it's a lost cause. Eddie sees you as his co-parent for Christopher. That's like... seeing you as his life partner. He brought Christopher back to L.A. for you. He didn't tell you about the El Paso job because—"

"Because he didn't want me to make it about myself."

"Because he didn't want to go," Maddie stresses. "Buck, you told me what he said, and I know it hurt, but... I just think it was a front for what he's really feeling. And if there's something he needs to tell you, then he will."

Buck laughs a little. "You said the same thing to me when I started seeing Tommy."

"Well, we don't need to talk about the Tommy of it all," she says with a smirk. "I have a hunch that entire relationship was really about Eddie anyway."

Buck smiles. Properly. "Yeah, you, uh... you might be right."

At that moment, the lock on the front door clicks and Chimney walks in, Jee-Yun rushing in ahead, Baby Bobby asleep in the carrier strapped to Chimney's chest. Buck shoots Maddie a look and she understands - not a word of this conversation to anyone else. As Jee launches herself into Buck's lap, Maddie realises just how confident she is that everything is going to work out for her brother. He's about to be happier than he ever thought possible.

[lihhelsing]

It takes Eddie five days to figure it out. 

Well, in reality it took him almost seven years to figure it out. But now he knows. 

And he feels a little dumb for not seeing it before, but there was a part of him that knows he wasn't ready. And he needs to be a little more forgiving towards himself, he knows that, too. 

Eddie had to go through everything he went through so he could stand right here, in his living room, watching as his son and his... watching as they talk and bicker over the overflowing popcorn bucket as if it's not going to be enough for the two of them. 

As if Eddie wouldn't get up to make more, the second one of them said anything. 

It took him so much heartbreak. It took him losing Shannon and almost dying, and crumbling to pieces that only Buck could put back together. 

It took him making the wrong decisions, making stupid decisions, hurting himself and hurting others. Hurting Buck. 

Leaving Buck. 

It took him leaving Buck to figure out he could live without him. 

He just didn't want to. 

Eddie never let himself want anything in his life. He got what he got, and he moved on. And Buck? He wanted so much. Eddie learned from him how to want things, but it was just now that he was realizing he could want and have them. 

He could have everything he wanted if he just reached out his hand. If he just asked for it. 

And he wanted Buck. He wanted him and their stupid kitchen fights and their living room make-up talks. He wanted Buck and Chris, and looking at them, and knowing they were his family. He wanted silly nights with Buck on the couch drinking beers and talking about nothing. He wanted silences with Buck, too. The kind you don't feel the urge to fill out because everything is said and done. 

He wanted to tease Buck, and annoy him, and make him jealous. He wanted to work shoulder to shoulder with him and have his back every fucking day, and he didn't want a single fucking mile in between them. 

Eddie didn't want to be apart anymore. Didn't think he could handle not being under the same roof as Buck. Not having him at arm's length. 

And it's all of that –and maybe none of that– that makes him realize it. 

He doesn't know how or why. He just knows he is–

"Eddie," Buck says from the couch, not looking at him and drawing his name that way he does when he's trying to be annoying. "You're missing the show! Can you come sit down?" 

"Yeah, Dad, come sit down!" Chris repeats after him, and it almost makes Eddie's chest crumble on itself. 

"I'm coming, jeez. It's like you can't be without me for more than five minutes," he says, just to be a little shit and Chris giggles at him. 

When he sits down, Chris shoves the popcorn bucket on his lap to get it away from Buck, and Buck pretends to be annoyed, but he can't contain his smile. 

Eddie shushes him and points at the TV, and Chris nods and turns his face to watch the show. He's about to do the same when he feels a light tap on his shoulder. 

Buck has reached out his arm around Chris' shoulder and let his hand rest softly on Eddie's neck. 

He mouths, "You ok?" 

Eddie smiles and nods and watches as Buck relaxes, even though his hand stay put, softly squeezing at Eddie's nape. 

This is not the time to tell him. 

But soon.

[achilles-rage]

Cookies

summary: you and buck bake cookies at 3am.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: hey... how y'all doing... i am finally making my comeback!! if you missed my post from yesterday (i answered a bunch of asks so now it's pretty far down there), i'm gonna be posting again, but probably less regularly. i've been stressing myself out i think by feeling the need to post a fic every 2/3 days, otherwise i feel like shit, so i'm trying to get away from that mindset, so i hope that less fics are okay!! i love and appreciate you guys so much!! anyway, enjoy<33

warnings: none, purely fluff, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

The light from the fridge casts a light across Buck’s face, harshly contrasting the dim light coming from the television as he opens the door to grab the ingredients he needs. 

“The butter needs to be room temperature,” he tells you sadly, glancing in your direction as he places the eggs and butter on the kitchen island. Your legs are dangling off the counter as you watch his every move, the cool counter pressing against the backs of your thighs in a way that makes you shiver in your sleepy state. 

It’s late; 2:30am the last time you checked, and you and Buck had the silly idea to pull an all-nighter, since you both have a few days off of work. Just like you used to do with your friends when you were kids.

“I’m sure they’ll be just as good. And, a lot better than store bought cookie dough,” you tell him with a soft laugh, rolling your eyes. 

Honestly, you’re just glad Buck has agreed to bake cookies for you this late. While you were watching a movie, the main character was making cookies, and suddenly you needed chocolate chip cookies. Like, immediately.

"Definitely better,” he says with a smirk, giving you a wink before pulling out the rest of the ingredients from the cupboards.

He helped you onto the counter before he began his work, telling you that he wanted to make them for you, and that all he needed from you was to sit there, look pretty, and keep him company. And with a face like that, how could you say no?

You watch as he measures out his dry ingredients, then mixes everything together, but he pauses every so often to give you gentle kisses, the ends of his curly hair tickling your forehead each time. When his hands aren’t somehow all sticky from the dough – you quickly learned how messy of a baker he was when you first started dating – he’d place a hand on your thigh, taking comfort in the warmth of your skin and the fact that he could feel the goosebumps under his palm. He always knows that you’re sleepy because you get cold, and your skin erupts in goosebumps.

“What do you think you’d be doing right now if we never met?” you ask quietly after a few moments of silence. He looks up at you from his bowl with furrowed brows, tilting his head to the side. 

“Is this the beginning of a breakup conversation?” he replies in a slightly teasing tone, although you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he studies your expression, and your body language, and your eyes.

Your eyes soften, and you immediately shake your head, giving him a reassuring smile as you hold your hand out. He reaches out for it, not letting it hang in the air for longer than a second or two, and lets you pull him forward until his body is positioned right between your legs, although with his hands all doughy, he opts to place his wrist under your palm.

“Baby, I have absolutely no intention of breaking up with you anytime soon. I was just thinking. How different would our lives be if we never met?” you say as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, letting your hands dangle behind his head as his lay on the counter on either side of you, making sure not to get your pajamas dirty from the dough covering his hands.

“They’d be very different. I’d be fast asleep right now, that’s for sure,” he teases with a cheeky smile. You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. It may have been your idea to pull an all-nighter, but he happily agreed that it would be fun. You didn’t even have to try to convince him.

“I’m serious,” you say with a laugh, leaning forward slightly, “I don’t know what I’d do if I never met you.” Your voice is softer now, a hint of vulnerability creeping in. You met Buck purely by chance, and you still think it’s a miracle that he took interest in you, despite him thinking the exact same thing about you.

“I’d be looking for you,” he says after a moment, shrugging as if it’s that simple. And to him, it is. 

Your eyes soften, and your head tilts to the side as your throat suddenly gets tight with your growing emotions.

“For me?” you ask in a teasing, yet slightly disbelieving tone, and he shrugs again with a nod. There’s no hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

“I’d be looking for someone who makes me happy, and who knows what I need without me even having to think to ask, and who is so beautiful that I can’t even believe that they’re with me. So, yeah, you.” You smile, feeling your face heat up. You can practically feel the love radiating from the deepest part of him and into your chest, and while your entire body suddenly feels warm, your cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Suddenly, you’re not so tired anymore.

“I’d be looking for you, too,” you reply, feeling tears prick your eyes as you lean forward and let your forehead rest against his. Buck has to keep a sliver of his mind occupied on not putting his hands on you, no matter how much he wants to feel your soft skin under his fingers. He wishes he washed his hands before coming over to you, but he wouldn’t have dared to let your hand stay raised in the air longer than a split second, just like he wouldn’t dare to part from you right now.

“Yeah?” he whispers, breathing in the faint scent of your body wash now that he’s so close. He wants to touch you so bad, and his self-restraint is wearing thin.

“Mhm. Except maybe without the snoring. I’ve never heard anyone that sleeps so loud.” You match his tone, letting out a soft laugh as he suddenly pulls his face back with a scoff, his brow raised and a smirk growing on his lips.

“Really? Because I seem to remember getting a text a few days ago saying that someone thought it was too quiet to sleep while I was at work,” he challenges, his eyes moving down to your lips for a second before moving back up to meet your gaze, the smug smirk still plastered to his face as you fight back a smile.

“I sent that in a moment of weakness,” you argue quietly, pursing your lips to stop the grin from making its way onto your face.

“Hey, come on, don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he continues, his hands now raised off of the counter and hanging in the air. They’re dangerously close to your waist; if he could touch you, he’d be tempted to tickle your sides to see that gorgeous smile grace your face, but he holds back. Instead, they just remain frozen, almost able to feel the warmth radiating from your soft body.

“I plead the fifth,” you tell him, reaching down and grabbing his wrists. You saw them out of the corner of your eye, full of dough and dangerously close to your pajama top, and the last thing you want to do is go upstairs and change.

You hold his wrists out between your bodies, and all Buck does is chuckle, rolling his eyes and murmuring a soft “brat” before leaning in and catching your lips in an intoxicating kiss. 

In the heat of the moment, you let go of Buck’s wrists, instead grabbing onto his hoodie and pulling him closer to you while your legs wrap around his waist, and he lets his hands go up to your cheeks. Neither of you notice at first, despite the sweet smell of brown sugar filling your nostrils, and he deepens the kiss, letting his lips work in tandem with yours as he savours the feel and taste of your mouth on his. 

Your noses brush against each other as you tilt your heads, and a low hum escapes Buck’s throat as his tongue meets yours when you part your lips. All you can focus on is each other as the oven beeps behind you, signalling that it’s time to put your cookies in, and Buck’s stubble scratches your face in a way that makes your head spin. You’re pretty sure the fire alarm could go off right now, and you still wouldn’t part from him.

You finally have to pull away to catch your breath, and when you do, you finally notice that your cheeks are now sticky. You giggle softly, and you can’t bring yourself to be upset with Buck about it. Not when he just kissed you like his life depended on it.

“Finish my cookies, Buckley,” you whisper after a moment of looking into each other's eyes, and then he finally pulls away from you, immediately missing the feeling of your thick thighs wrapped around him.

“Yes ma’am,” he murmurs, then dumps the chocolate chips into the mixture before mixing, humming in approval when they’re fully combined.

You take this time to wash the dough off your skin; not bothering to go upstairs to actually wash your face, rather merely using a wet paper towel over the sink to wipe off the residue. You know you’ll regret it later, but right now, you wouldn’t dream of being that far away from Buck. Not when the soft light from the tv mixes with the overhead oven light, and the soft sound coming from the credits of the movie envelopes the main floor of Buck’s loft and makes you feel so safe and calm.

When the cookies are in the oven, Buck helps raise you back up onto your spot on the counter, then makes himself at home between your legs, wrapping his arms around your plush middle and resting his head comfortably on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his shoulders immediately, letting him melt into you as you wait for the timer. The steady feeling of his breath on your skin makes you feel even more at ease, if at all possible.

You don’t talk for those 10 minutes; you just bask in each other's presence. It’s past 3am now, you’re sure of it, but neither of you care. All you care about is how good it feels to be in Buck’s arms, and to know that you’ve found someone to bake cookies with in the middle of the night, just because you felt like it. Someone to bake cookies for you despite being so tired. Just because he loves you so deeply.

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[letmegrabyourcuteass]

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.

[setmeatopthepyre]

bouquet (apollabarnes)

have an exactly 100 word drabble! oops, I made it sad. @apollabarnes

100 words | canonical character death referenced

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The grocery store has become a minefield. Everywhere Buck looks he sees reminders of the pieces missing or pieces that no longer fit.

It’s the flour he tried to bury his heartache in.

It’s the bread rolls he bought because he didn’t want to clutter up Eddie’s kitchen with his baking.

It’s the produce last bought for a family dinner no one ate.

It’s Tommy’s favorite turkey bacon.

It’s the cocoa powder in the fire station cupboard.

It’s the bright, colorful bouquets whose pale ghosts kept being delivered to the firehouse after Bobby…

After Bobby.

So Buck orders take-out, instead.

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[drmellking]

hi!! idk what this is, it just came to me and i wanted to write it so... yeah.

"Buck," Eddie sighs and looks down at the blond, lying half-naked on his bed, so drunk that he has fallen asleep. At least he managed to get rid of his clothes, they’re all in a heap on Eddie's bedroom floor, and he’s only wearing his boxer briefs. In any other circumstances, Eddie would be over the moon.

Right now, though? He's just angry and sad. Angry at all the people who's made Buck feel like he's not enough and sad because – well, Buck is the sun. He's the best man Eddie knows and he deserves so much better than the shitty cards life has given him.

Eddie nudges him lightly, but Buck only snores in response.

"How is he?" Maddie asks, sticking his head through the open door. He looks like she’s about to leave.

"Out cold," Eddie mutters. "I've never seen him this drunk, to be honest."

"Yeah, he's taken the break-up pretty badly." Maddie sighs. "Do you need me to stay tonight?"

"No, it's okay. I got him."

And Eddie does. He'll notice if Buck wakes up or if he pukes in his sleep. Eddie will keep Buck safe. He has his back, he's always had.

He doesn’t sleep that night. Instead he tucks Buck in, checking that he isn’t too hot or too cold. When Buck slightly wakes up, his eyes fluttering open and squinting in the dimmed lit room, he turns to Eddie and mutters an "I'm sorry." that Eddie doesn't quite understand what is for.

Buck wakes up a little more later in the night and clings to Eddie, whispering to himself. Eddie manages to only get half of it. "I tried, I tried making it work." and "She'll wasn’t you. She never would be you."

Words that make Eddie's heart grow wings and at the same time shatter it entirely because he doesn't – he doesn't dare to hope. Buck is drunk and incoherent.

And then Eddie sits on the chair in the corner of his bedroom, making sure that Buck won’t suffocate on his own vomit, or something else. He doesn’t relax until Buck gets up around 5 AM, probably more asleep than awake, to go to the bathroom without even noticing Eddie sitting there. He pauses when he walks back in the room, though, and frowns at Eddie, like he's trying to determine if he's dreaning or if Eddie really is there.

"Eddie?" Buck whispers, his voice hoarse and cloaky.

"Yeah."

And maybe it's because the alcohol hasn't quite left Buck’s body yet, maybe it's because he's still in the drunk haze mixed in with the remainings of his sleep tired brain, but Buck reaches out for Eddie in the softest, most vulnerable way possible and asks: "Sleep with me?"

And Eddie can't seem to refuse. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to refuse Buck for anything. Not in this lifetime.

[typicalopposite]

And so maybe I have been thinking a lot about the clipboard!118 proposal… and looking at it from the other side of things.

Tommy has had the ring a couple months now. He maybe, sorta, kinda impulsively bought it after their last date left him 100% sure Evan was the one. He just hasn’t figured out how to go about popping the question.

Logically he knows he could just casually ask him over a morning coffee, and Evan would be as speechless and emotional as if it were the most extravagant proposal to ever be proposed. But as much as Tommy would prefer a more casual approach, he still wants it to be something special. He wonders what would be most special to Evan.

And then the idea comes so easy.

The 118.

He goes to Eddie, spins the idea of getting everyone to help with the proposal. Eddie thinks it’s an amazing idea and he FaceTimes Hen and Chim to share the idea. Hen is the one to suggest the clipboard. Tommy has questions, but they all just vaguely insist its an inside joke that he will definitely get and Tommy leaves it at that.

He goes to Bobby and Athena’s next. Bobby isn’t Buck’s dad — Tommy has already set aside a day to speak with him and Buck’s mom regardless of the tension in theirs and Buck’s relationship — but he is extremely important to Buck and Tommy (hell anyone who watches their interactions) can see the feeling is mutual. Bobby couldn’t give his blessing fast enough.

The day comes and Eddie is off to start what will be a chain reaction of Buck being bounced around from person to person. After Hen takes him from Maddie and Chim’s, Tommy comes out from the room he’d been hiding in to ride with them to the station.

“You ready?” Chim asks, eyes turning soft as he straightens Tommy’s tie.

“Of course,” Tommy replies. He is, he really is. Maybe more than he has been for anything else in his life, ever.

“You got the ring?”

“Right here.” Tommy pulls the box out of his pocket.

“Is the ring in it?” Chimney asks, face now serious.

“Uhhh… yeah, it should be,” Tommy laughs.

“Have you checked…”

Tommy blinks, but Chim’s eyes are focused on the box. Tommy opens it and reveals the band inside.

Chim’s face softens once again, a big smile spreading across it and he pats Tommy on the shoulder. “Alright then… let’s go get you engaged.”

[theevidenceileave]

Buck moving into Eddie's house to "take care of it" until Eddie comes back, still holding out hope regardless.

He has to bring his stuff over from the loft. Obviously, but he keeps it separate because he doesn't feel like he should disrupt their (Chris and Eddie's) space.

But Eddie stays in Texas and he gives Buck free reign on his house and it hurts his heart but Buck starts finding it easier and easier to change things around because Eddie's house has always felt like home, of course he's gonna take care of it

Even though Eddie's not there.

And then Buck runs into Tommy, who's well meaning but still hurtful when he says this sounds too similar to the Abby situation - Buck acting like a ghost in a house that isn't his, waiting for someone to come back who might not. And Tommy would know, wouldn't he? He just wants better for Buck because he's not evil, but Buck bristles at the idea because Eddie is nothing like Abby, ok? He's everything, and he loves Buck (he said so!), and he's not leaving forever he's just figuring some things ou-

Oh.

That gets Buck where it hurts, and he realizes not for the first time how much he loves Eddie, needs him, and he can't just sit with this on his mind. So he bakes. And he cleans. And he starts moving himself around. He's not a ghost - he's alive and full of love he doesn't know where to put, so he directs it to the house.

If Stress Baker Buck was bad, Interior Designer Buck is a whole other level. His old stuff is moved in and put away, and the cabinets are reorganized. Pictures all over the walls of him and Chris and Eddie and the rest of their family. New paint on the walls, new rug on the floor. Same couch.

Most of Eddie and Chris's things stay. He takes what Eddie's left behind and cleans it, putting them back in their rightful place. With how much he took with him to El Paso, there's enough space in the drawers and closet for Buck's clothes to sit next to Eddie's, and Buck thinks he shouldn't love the way their socks look folded up next to each other as much as he does.

And Chris's room has been mostly untouched since he left, Eddie needing to sit there some days to find comfort in the mess Chris left behind. Eddie had taken some things with him when he left, hoping it'll bring Chris familiarity, and the rest Buck takes himself to sit with him in Eddie's (no, his) closet. A babybox of sorts, because he may not have known Chris when he was a baby but he's Buck's baby regardless, and this small collection of pictures and toys and too-small t shirts is all he has of him right now.

He doesn't tell Eddie. He can't tell Eddie, not because he's afraid he overstepped, but because he'd have explain to him why he chose a paint color exciting enough for Chris and muted enough for Eddie, deciding on a rich color they'd all love. He'd have to explain why Chris's drawing of "family" from when he was 9 is centered on the wall, surrounded by real photos of him and Eddie and Shannon and Buck with wide smiles and heart frames. He'd have to explain why he gets a dog, names it Krypto after his Superman and chooses a breed he knows is good with kids. Why he trains the dog to become a service animal for someone with physical disabilities.

He can't explain without being horribly, terribly obvious, so he doesn't.

But he'll have to, eventually, and sooner than he thinks because Eddie and Chris are coming home to surprise him.