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"Blueberry Pancakes"

Pairing: Eddie/Marjan

(i know! a new pairing for me and a venture into lonestar territory - stick with me here)

i just watched the crossover and these 2 are adorable to me. here's a little domestic ficlet for them.

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Eddie peeks his head into the bedroom, his gaze falling on Marjan’s sleeping frame. A soft smile tugs at his lips despite the remnants of last night's tension – a petty fight, sparked by exhaustion from their shifts, tough calls, and a pile of laundry left forgotten in the dryer.

He’d lost his patience. His fists had clenched at his sides, breath sharp as his frustration spilled over – fueled by Buck’s wet towel left on the bench in the locker room, Chim’s burnt popcorn stinking up the loft, and the broken glass smattering the pavement from a car accident that had left a child without her mother.

Still, Marjan is nothing if not persistent – her greatest quality in Eddie’s eyes – and she didn’t let him off the hook. Her words had come out with a shout, a plea for him to just do it, for once, without being asked. And Eddie had snapped, the two of them bickering over past grievances that hadn’t mattered in months.

When he’d walked into the bedroom last night, the silence hit him like a weight. Marjan had curled tightly against the edge of the mattress, her face still tight even in sleep. Normally, he would’ve smiled at the stubborn streak he adored in her and apologized for his misstep. But last night, exhaustion had drawn him too thin. He was too worn, his weariness pulling at his seams, stretching him beyond his skin uncomfortably.

This morning he’d woken up with a gut full of remorse, regret staining his teeth as he made his way to the bathroom from the couch, stretching his neck and groaning against both the physical and emotional tension huddled in his shoulders. His reflection in the bathroom mirror was a clear reminder of his misstep. After a few moments of rubbing his eyes, he headed to the kitchen, where he tried to distract himself by focusing on something – anything – that wasn’t the ache in his chest.

When he returned to the bedroom, Marjan was still curled up on her side of the bed, her limbs wrapped around her torso, her face set in a tiny frown.

Eddie’s chest swells with affection before tumbling into guilt once again, wishing he was the one wrapping his arms around her like he does every other night. He quietly closes the door, the soft click a small reminder of the distance still between them.

Eddie gets to work on breakfast, fingers moving with purpose, though his mind is miles away. He arranges blueberries on pancakes, boils water for tea, and arranges yogurt and granola with a careful precision. Stepping outside, he picks a couple of weeds masquerading as flowers, tucking them into a cup to place delicately on the breakfast tray.

Making his way back to the bedroom, he slowly opens the door and sets the tray on his side of the bed, collecting Marjan’s favorite hoodie of his and snagging her a pair of wool socks from the drawer. He gently pulls the curtain back just enough to let the soft, golden light of the morning spill into the room, coaxing a new day to break the lingering silence of the night before.

Eddie looks down at her – her face soft, her lips parted, her eyelids fluttering with the faintest hint of dreams. She lets out a small huff, a battle of weak-willed aggression as she shifts in her sleep, pushing her face deeper into the pillow. Smiling, he carefully tugs the sheets back and slides the socks over her feet. Her feet always get cold in the morning. She whines softly, shifting in protest, but Eddie can’t help the fond laugh that slips from him.

He slides into bed, his side of the mattress creaking beneath him. He places the breakfast tray across his lap, the hoodie tucked between them, and leans over to kiss her temple. She groans quietly, her face still buried in the pillow, but instinctively, she reaches for the hoodie, pulling it closer with a soft sigh.

“Morning,” Eddie murmurs, brushing his thumb along her cheek, his voice low and warm.

Marjan blinks up at him, a sleepy smile tugging at her lips as a soft blush rises to her neck. “Morning,” she replies, her voice still thick with sleep. Her eyes flutter open more fully, then narrow as the frown returns, just a little. “Groveling?”

Eddie shrugs, smirking, his eyes bright with amusement. He lifts the tray, offering it to her. “Is it working?”

She rolls her eyes at him but can’t hide the fondness in her tone. “Depends. What kind of pancakes?”

Eddie gestures to the pile of golden pancakes, blueberries melting into bursts of purple in the warm sunlight. “You think I’m an idiot?”

She laughs, elbowing him lightly. “Something like that.”

“Blueberry,” he replies, his grin growing wider. “With a side of chamomile tea, honeyed yogurt, and granola. And…” He turns back to her, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, lingering kiss. “An apology kiss,” he murmurs against her lips.

Her laugh tumbles out, bright and warm, the sound like sunlight in his chest. Eddie’s heart swells at her joy, the weight of last night’s tension lifting for good. She kisses him back, a quick, sweet peck, before tugging his hoodie over her head, pulling it on with a satisfied smile. He tugs the hood up, then pulls her back in for another kiss.

“I forgive you,” she says, her voice light and teasing as she leans over the breakfast tray, inspecting the food with mock suspicion. “Now, is there somewhere I can leave a tip for the server?” She pushes the plate around, feigning confusion as she looks for a receipt.

Eddie snaps his fingers dramatically. “Ah, no cash or credit accepted.”

Marjan hums thoughtfully, eyes twinkling. “Hmm. What about an apology kiss?”

He grins. “Your meal is on the house. No apology kiss required.”

She giggles, leaning into his side, her warmth radiating between them. “What about just a kiss, then?”

Eddie presses a quick kiss to her forehead before pulling her in close. “I think I can make an exception,” he says, his voice low and affectionate as their lips meet again.

The cold silence of the night before feels miles away as they kiss, the morning unfolding around them in soft, peaceful moments. The world outside might be busy, but here, in this little bubble of warmth, everything is perfect. The tension from the night before dissolves completely, leaving only love in its wake.

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do you have time to talk about our lord and savior madneli (maddie han x chimney han x eli cobb) ??

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@exhaustedpirate and i were talking about tommy yesterday and then this happened. enjoy, i guess :]

"Tommy, I do like you, you should know that.” Hen says, holding the cup of coffee in her hand, watching over to where Karen and Buck are playing with the kids. She can feel the way his body is tense next to her, and it reminds her of a younger Tommy a long, long time ago.

The tension never really left him, back then. Hen always attributed it to something else.

“I just never thought you liked me all that much,” she adds, looking at him from the corner of her eye.

His shoulders fall, but the tension remains.

"Hen, I…” his voice is quiet, soft in the way it wasn't back then. “I admired you from the second you walked into the firehouse. I just. God, I was so jealous, too.”

Hen can't help the scoff that builds in her throat at the words. “You. Were jealous of me?” She says it like it's crazy, because it is. She was the dirt beneath their feet under Gerrard, she would have gladly changed with anyone. She was in no position to be jealous of. It's absurd, is what it is.

“You came into the firehouse and you stood your ground. You never pretended to be anyone else other than yourself. And we treated you like shit for it, I know. Believe me, I do.” There's a pause there that feels significant, so Hen doesn't interrupt.

“I know you can't exactly hide it. But you could've made yourself smaller. Changed. And you didn't. You… god, Hen, you were so loud about who you were. Unapologetic and with both feet on the ground, immovable. Solid.”

Hen turns to look at him, wondering where this is all coming from. He's fidgeting with the mug in his hands, eyes trained on Buck in the other room.

“And every day I saw you,” his voice is even quieter now, “I thought: please stop being so loud. Stop showing me what I should be, because I can't. I hated that I couldn't be like you. I hated that I hid, that I was so terrified. I wasn't uncomfortable with you for any of the reasons everyone thought I was. I was uncomfortable because it's like someone gave me a mirror and said: look, this is who you would be if you were better, if you weren't such a coward. And I never learned how to deal with that while I was at the 118.”

There's a thousand conflicting emotions in her heart, but Hen knocks their shoulders together anyway.

"That's why you transferred?” She asks, because she has a hunch about it. "So you could be better?”

“Yeah,” he admits, leaning against her shoulder with his own, “I had a really good teacher, you know.”

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They flipped that night for sure I saw the way they were both throwing each other around, they had to fight for who bottomed first (after they came the first time from just rutting against each other)

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My perhaps unpopular opinion is that I think Buck should have actually transferred. Not permanently and not because I think the 118 are terrible to him, but it would have been an interesting s9 start point to see him have to work with another station, to see the firefam realize that Buck could make not only new colleagues but also potential new friends, and then to have to actually work to bring him back. What Buck felt as a huge void and absence after Bobby's death is still a real thing and shouldn't have been resolved simply by Chim's words when everyone there seemed to be avoiding dealing with Buck directly after everything that happened.

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I like to think that Father Brian has no idea that Bobby, Eddie, and Buck are from the same firehouse and are all friends, and the day he finds out that they are he offers to bless the 118 firehouse, just in case.

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Crash that Helicopter followed by frantic Buck searching while flashbacks of how they got back together over the break would make a good season opener if I’m being real

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i’m so glad they focused in on athena this ep but they also clearly laid the foundation for what’s going to crack them all open in my opinion :

eddie “i should have been there” diaz

hen “facing filling bobby’s shoes” wilson

chimney “survivor’s guilt” han

and evan “just trying to hold everyone else together so i don’t fall apart” buckley.

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so funny to see people being mad about it not being "their silly firefighter show" anymore when... it was never just that, not at the beginning lmao sure it has its silly moments, more and more as it goes on, but like, it used to be darker and I for one am glad it's back to its roots

you mean the show that started with a suicidal alcoholic captain who indirectly killed his family? the show where a firefighter almost killed a man in a fighting ring? the show where a woman suffering from ppd tried to kill herself? the show where she's also kidnapped by her ex and she kills him in self defence?? where a paramedic ran over a girl with the ambulance and killed her?? the show that used to have much more deaths on calls bc you can't save everyone? where even kids die? this silly show?

like jfc watch even just s1 and then talk to me about silly little firefighter show 🙄

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these are giving:

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i keep going back to that one post with the infinity war gif with the caption "how it feels to lose another mutual to that firefighter show where those two guys havent even fucked yet" or whatever it said because i'm a masochist apparently, and.

fuck my life it's DIRE. the amount of times i've read "wait they haven't even fucked yet? i thought they were married. rip. hope they kiss!" is. well, it's more than i want it to be! they're comparing bvddie to destiel. this show is NOT supernatural PLEASE shut up, buck initiated gay sex with his ex that he still has feelings for almost four episodes ago now.

i've just accepted that people are gonna keep getting into this show for bvddie and fall down the rabbit hole. we can post as many infographics as we want but the bvddie side of the fandom on tumblr is generally just bigger and has more reach.

fuckin. whatever. i'm going to continue to have fun in my corner of fandom with my friends.

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Ravi Panikkar - 4x12 | 8x14

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Buck’s love language is baking. Tommy’s love language is stealing government property and committing light treason.

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you know, despite the missing eddie of it all that first time around, what i like about sick day is that it shows that buck was actually serious about befriending ravi. he wasn't just using him as an eddie placeholder. after their last night out, they could have very easily just decided to not see each other again. but no! they went out, ravi unloaded his feelings, and buck listened and gave him advice — good advice — and it's like, oh! they actually want to build something here. they are actually putting effort until building a dynamic, and what i love is that this dynamic stands so far apart from the relationship buck has with eddie. buck and eddie are very much partners, very much equals. but with buckravi, there's just enough of a tilted scale that buck takes on the older / wiser / leadership role and that's so crunchy. seeing him be to someone else what bobby was to him, what eddie was to him (when he first joined the 118 and was clearly superior to buck in many ways), and seeing how buck takes these things and forms his own dynamic with ravi... god it's so good. i hope it continues. i hope they don't get excise him from the narrative AGAIN. i hope they actually continue to do something with him/them because this has the potential to be so juicy in many ways

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Sorry that I got horny thinking about Eddie bottoming for Tommy. It will happen again.