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homerforsure · 3 years

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Whumptober No. 6 Bruises / Touch Starved / Hunger Whumptober No. 30 major character death / left for dead / ghosts

Me: I can’t believe I have to post this absolutely incomprehensible piece of writing.

Me: You don’t... have to?

Me: No, I’m gonna.

Buck has an exceptional number of pillows on his bed. There are six, before he knocks a few to the floor every night, and he burrows into them like a nest, curling up with one against his chest, two pressed against his back, one between his legs. His sheets are a ridiculously priced, cool, crisp cotton that welcomes him in, surrounding him. The blankets he uses aren’t weighted, but they’re heavy and thick and he keeps his air conditioning turned up so he doesn’t have to give up the feeling of nestling into them in the heat of summer. Along with the white noise machine on his night stand, all of it is chosen to trick him into sleep. To keep back the feeling that night time in his own apartment is the loneliest part of Buck’s day.

It wasn’t perfect, pre-covid. It’s been a long time since Buck had someone share his space, share his bed, someone he could reach out and touch whenever he wanted. But his life outside of home was full. He didn’t lack for closeness; in some ways he had more than he’d ever dreamed. So while he had lonely moments, they weren’t a constant ache in his chest.

These months though. These months hurt. Facetime isn’t a substitute for curling up on Maddie’s couch with whatever silly-labeled wine she’d liked best that week. It’s definitely not a substitute for Eddie’s couch and losing to Christopher over and over again at Mario Kart. The last time they talked, Eddie had reached over and ruffled Christopher’s hair and Buck felt it. First as a tingle up the back of his scalp and then as a bruise to his heart. Eddie’s touches, so constant and so casual, became essential somewhere along the way and Buck feels himself reaching out for them even when he knows it’s not allowed.

“Six feet, gentlemen,” Bobby says gently when their orbits swing toward each other and Eddie makes a dramatic show of raising his hands and taking a giant step backward. Bobby just shakes his head and reminds them it’s the price they all agreed to pay for not wearing masks in the firehouse.

Buck starts dreading the end of a call when taking off his heavy turnout coat leaves him feeling cold and exposed. He folds into himself, claiming a chair, putting in earbuds and crossing his arms tight over his chest, pulling his knees up even though he knows better than to put his shoes on the furniture.

It’s a similar position to the one he lies in at night, clinging to the pillows, trying to draw comfort out of the smooth fabric. In those moments, his loneliness is so loud it might as well be a beacon sent out into the universe, a burning shout of need.

And that shout is heard.

***

“Have you guys heard of exploding head syndrome?” Buck asks one morning when the calls are slow and the crew is all lingering in a lazy way rather than rushing off to take care of their other duties.

“What, the band?” Chimney asks.

“I think it was an album,” Bobby says.

“No,” Buck sighs. “It’s a sleep thing. It’s this loud noise that you hear when you’re falling asleep like a massively loud explosion. Only it’s just happening in your head.”

“Is your brain actually exploding? Like an aneurism?”

“No. It’s just the noise.”

Just the loudest noise Buck had ever heard. It woke him up with a feeling of abject terror. It was an explosion that didn’t echo. It just rang, clear and true through his eardrums like the end of the world. Even as he struggled out of his sheets, searching for the source so he could run from it, part of him knew it wasn’t a sound that left any physical evidence. What could it even be? A sound like that? An old fashioned safe dropping from two stories up? A car crash without the crunch? Just a high speed collision of two immovable objects, all of the equal and opposite reaction of their momentum forced to escape as sound.

Once his heart rate had slowed, he googled. He wasn’t initially sure what to google. “Ridiculously loud noise woke me up” seemed at once too vague and too specific but sure enough. Exploding Head Syndrome. It was what happened. Obviously. But Buck remained too full of adrenaline to sleep. As he sat up in bed, he couldn’t shake the urge to look around. Under the bed, in the closet, behind the shower curtain. He didn’t feel alone.

“I’m just glad it’s happening in your head instead of mine,” Chim laughs. “Maybe try putting some earmuffs on before you go to sleep tonight.” ***

The sound doesn’t reappear. Buck is relieved, but sleeping doesn’t get any easier. He tries to soothe himself with obscenely long hot baths, by ordering a hoodie that’s more fluff than fabric, by running a foam roller across his muscles, trying to pry them into relaxation. It’s so much work and it does so little. Buck’s entire body is screaming out at all times for a hug or a massage or even just a really fucking good haircut. It takes longer and longer to fall asleep and the little sleep he does get isn’t restful. It’s like whatever meager comfort he manages to give himself during the day is leached away in the night.

He doesn’t even notice the bruises at first. It’s an easy enough thing to miss. Their job is heavy physical labor and Buck barrels through a scene like a one man stampede. Bruises are as common as the smell of smoke in his hair. The ones Eddie points out on his arm though are different.

Buck’s carrying a kitten at the time. The fire they’ve been fighting is beaten back to smolders. Buck shucked off his coat, wet and dripping from the hose and too cold for the shaking animal, and grabbed a blanket from the ambulance to wrap her up and cradle her against his chest. He’s rubbing his face against her damp fur, feeling the softness like a concentrated shot of endorphins when Eddie asks, “What the hell happened to you?”

“What are you talking about?” Buck asks and Eddie’s hands are pushing up the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up to his shoulders while Buck’s trying to hold onto the cat.

“You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?” He’s maybe a little ruder than he means to be but the sleep deprivation makes him cranky and the touch deprivation means that Eddie’s gently probing fingers feel like a dream on his skin. The care in the brush of his hands makes Buck’s knees weak.

“Your arms are bruised to hell,” Eddie says. “Are you- Did someone grab you or something?”

“I swear to god, Eddie. I don’t feel anything.” Except grumpy and exhausted and longing.

“Jesus, it goes all the way up your shoulders. It looks like-” He stops, pulling Buck’s collar aside and tracing a small spot that Buck can’t see even if he turns his head. “They look like fingerprints, Buck. Are you seeing someone?”

“What!”

“These are handprints. And they’re dark. Do you really not-”

Buck wrenches himself from Eddie’s grasp so he can turn around and look at him because if Eddie’s really accusing him of putting everyone at risk by trying to date someone right now… But Eddie’s face is nothing but concerned. Which makes Buck scared.

“Is it really that bad?” he asks, clutching the cat to his chest.

Eddie rubs a hand up Buck’s back (it feels so good, hot like Buck’s t-shirt isn’t even between them and is it just because it’s been so long or just because it’s Eddie?) without looking around to see if Bobby’s watching and that’s really all the confirmation Buck needs. It’s bad.

***

After that, Buck starts to feel them. He wakes up and he can’t breathe. He wakes up and he can’t move. He wakes up on the floor. He spends every moment that he’s asleep fighting to wake up. Buck can only remember fragments and pieces of the torment but he knows that it feels like drowning. Like being held down. Like being grabbed and pulled and smothered. He thinks he remembers long dark hair.

Google is useless. Sleep apnea. Sleep paralysis. Sleep terrors. Even sleepwalking. None of them can account for the worst of it. For the physical signs of whatever is happening to him while he sleeps.

Bruises bloom blue on the pale skin of his hips. Purple on his ribs. Green on the back of his neck. The ones that Eddie saw first on his arm fade to yellow. A long scratch runs down the side of his face. Dark circles under his eyes grow darker every day.

“What’s happening to me?” he asks his reflection.

All he wants is to be able to ask that question with someone’s arms around him. He wants anyone to hold him tight and shush his fears and tell him that it’ll be okay.

It’s easier than he thought to hide it. Buck just chooses his shower times strategically and opts for a long sleeve uniform, complaining that he ruined his short sleeves ones by grabbing bleach instead of detergent while he was half asleep.

He’s always half asleep these days.

At least in the bunk rooms, he gets some semblance of rest. Whatever presence he feels in his own bedroom doesn’t cross this threshold and Buck sleeps deeply, almost missing the scream of the alarm.

“It’s getting worse isn’t it?” Eddie asks, cornering Buck in the locker room. Buck can’t help but nod and Eddie steps closer as if to touch him.

Buck flinches away and Eddie pulls up short as though hitting an invisible wall.

He breathes Buck’s name on a pained exhale and says, “You have to get some help. Whatever it is…”

“I don’t know what it is!’ Buck answers. “It’s living in my house and it- it- God. Maybe I need an exorcism.”

“Maybe you should come home with me,” Eddie suggests and Buck recoils again.

The firehouse seems safe but there’s no guarantee that Buck won’t be followed anywhere else. He’s desperate to be safe--desperate for Eddie to make him safe--but not at the expense of anyone else. Not when he doesn’t know what he’s facing.

“Okay,” Eddie says. “But call me in the morning.”

***

The burned girl screams louder when she sees Buck than she did while they were putting out the inferno of her car.

“Stay away from me!” She shrieks. “Stay awaystayawaystayaway.”

“Miss, we’re going to need you to calm down,” Hen says to her. “Buck, you wanna move aside? Like preferably somewhere she can’t see you?”

Buck does because the patient’s well-being is more important than anything, but his skin feels like ice. He wants to demand to know what else she sees when she looks at him. Wants to know how she knows. For half a second, he imagines following her to the hospital and waiting for her outside the glass doors.

They aren’t far from her house (52% of accidents happen within five miles of home) and the girl’s father arrives on the scene before they finish prepping her to be transported. And he sees Buck.

He freezes when he does, but at least he doesn’t scream. He ignores Buck completely, instead going to the ambulance where his daughter is still crying and trying to soothe her. Hen offers to let him ride in the ambulance, but he says that he’ll take his car.

“You’re in a lot of trouble,” he says, returning to Buck as the ambulance pulls away. “What you summoned… That’s not a normal ghost.”

“I didn’t summon anything! It just happened.” Buck’s voice is high-pitched and he just barely stops himself from grabbing onto the man’s arm, but the man doesn’t seem afraid of Buck the way his daughter was. “What is it? How do I make it go away?”

The man shrugs, “She came in through an open door. Which door depends on the person. But she’ll do everything in her power to keep it pried open. All you can do is try to close it again.”

It is… the least helpful advice Buck’s ever been given in his entire life. But the man’s daughter is on her way to the hospital and he needs to follow her. He vanishes.

***

They’re about to have four days off. Buck’s bracing himself to meet the woman in his dreams. To look around in that dreamspace for open doors and slam them shut again. He can do it. He has to.

***

The next night Buck wakes up and he can’t move. He’s paralyzed on the bed. He’s paralyzed on the bed and someone’s standing at the top of his stairs.

She’s not… right. Buck can’t quite see in the dark and he can’t lift his head but the woman on his stairs isn’t solid in the way a human should be. The outline of her is strong, but it’s like she’s a shell wrapped around a cavernous emptiness. She’s across the room but she’s already pulling at him.

Buck tries to thrash but his arms are pinned as if her hands are already on his wrists. He needs to reach the lamp. If he can just turn on the light.

“Get away from me,” he pleads and the part of her face where lips should be turns up, revealing pointed teeth that stand in front of a void.

“You called me,” she says. The words don’t come from her mouth and Buck doesn’t hear them with his ears. It’s wrong wrong wrong. He throws himself hard to the left and he rolls, flying further than he expected to, suddenly free, and crashes hard into the table, knocking the lamp to the floor. It shatters, bulb and all and pain scrapes across Buck’s shoulders.

“Poor boy,” the ghost mocks. “Poor lonely boy. Just wants someone to touch him. Just wants someone to stay with him. I heard you.”

“No,” Buck says and he tries to scramble, but his feet can’t find purchase on the floor. “I didn’t want you.”

He doesn’t deny the call. Can’t deny it when his heart is reaching out in the same pleading, desperate way now. Please. Anyone.

In the time it takes to blink she’s in front of him. She’s so close. She shouldn’t be able to get that close without standing on him but she’s there. Her voice whispers in his mind, “You should choose your words more carefully.”

And then her hands are around his throat.

The pressure is insistent and her motive is unmistakable. She’s going to kill him. She’s going to squeeze the life out of him. He’s going to die here and Eddie’s going to find his body because Eddie’s going to come rushing over as soon as Buck doesn’t call him in the morning and what if this thing is still here waiting for him.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

Buck’s mind yells for him like his lungs did when Eddie was buried except now it’s Buck who’s too far away, who’s trapped somewhere deep and dark with no hope of escape.

He tries to breathe and his breath whistles. It’s like the first time someone handed him a styrofoam cup of coffee and he tried to drink through the plastic stir stick. Black stars twinkle in the room and tears build in his eyes.

Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

There’s a shift as she adjusts her grip and it’s enough for the stars to clear. Buck throws himself forward, shaking his head like he isn’t a ragdoll trapped in the jaws of a rottweiler, like he has a hope of breaking free and then he does. The ghost is thrown off balance and Buck jumps, scrambling back over his bed for the stairs. He can’t even think about defeating her, finding out the secrets of where she came from, closing whatever fucking door he left open. All Buck wants to do is live.

A force behind him swells like a wave to lift Buck off his feet and slams him into the bathroom door. He expects to slide off of it and onto the floor, but he’s held in place hard, his head turned and his cheek pressed to the wood, toes just brushing the ground.

“You begged me to come,” the ghost hisses. “I’m here for you, lonely boy. Don’t fight so hard.”

A hand skims up his back, nearly gentle, but leaving a numbness in its path and Buck shudders in disgust. He jerks against the door, but his arms are wrenched behind him and he screams. He realizes it’s the first time he has.

“I didn’t call you! I don’t want you here! Get out.”

“I came because you needed me.” A long finger trails down his cheek and Buck whimpers. She’s taller than him now. Was she always? “I could feel you from so far away. An aching ball of need. I’m here for you now.”

“I don’t need you,” Buck growls and the room flashes like lightning. He hopes to fall, almost expects to fall, where he can scramble again but instead, Buck is hurled away from the door completely. He has time to see that he’s above the stairs, throw his hands out uselessly and then he’s frozen.

Buck hovers there in the air above the stairs, dangling in the grip of the ghost, like a cat grabbed by his scruff. Kicking wildly, he grabs for the invisible hand that’s holding him, yelling “No, no, no, no.”

“Need me now?” the ghost asks.

Smothering the terrified part of him that nearly answers yes, Buck forces himself to stop twisting and just hang there. He doesn’t want to fall. He doesn’t want to die. But what he needs isn’t going to come from the ghost.

“No,” he answers.

And he can’t explain how he knows what her face looks like when it’s screwed up in fury, but he does. It’s vicious and vindictive and Buck’s not surprised at all when he’s flicked away from her and down the flight of stairs.

He seems to hit each one as he falls, something that should be impossible with the speed that he’s traveling and the force with which he bounces off of them, but the ghost is obviously responsible. Air leaves his lungs as his ribs crack against the stairs. His elbows and knees scrape. His head bangs the rail. Buck’s long, long legs seem to tangle as he falls, cartwheeling him down and he lands in a heap at the bottom.

As he tries to figure out if he can still move, the door flies open.

Warmth rushes in. Buck hadn’t even realized how cold it had gotten since he first woke up, but the room seems to thaw around him. It’s like sunlight.

It’s Eddie.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Evan. Buck. I’ve got you, Buck. I’ve got you.”

Tenderly, he scoops Buck off the floor, unsnarling the mess of his limbs and feeling all over for the damage he can’t see. “I’ve got you. Open your eyes. Come on.”

The ghost stands at the top of the stairs and then she’s at the bottom. Buck clambers backward again, digging his heels into the floor to push himself upright in front of Eddie, to try and hide him from view. Eddie doesn’t seem to see the ghost. All of his attention is still on Buck, stroking his hair, promising over and over that he’s there, that he has Buck.

All of the ghost’s attention is on Buck too. “You need me,” she says. “You called for me.” She sounds different now. Bitter. Like Buck wasted her precious time.

“I don’t need you,” he says and he reaches behind him to grab Eddie’s hand. “I already have everything I need.”

Lights flicker and that impossibly loud sound bangs in Buck’s ears again. He gets one last look at the ghost’s vicious, violent visage and then she’s gone.

And then Buck wakes up.

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bieddiediaz · 3 years

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humari adhuri kahani

our incomplete story.

this one brought to you by @alberthan, @diazchristopher, and yours truly. future fic, buck/eddie, unrequited love (sort of), angst.

It’s quiet. Buck would almost say too quiet, but the silence is nice sometimes.

(Especially when he’s here. Especially when he’s with Eddie.)

They’re working in tandem, Eddie rinsing off dishes and handing them to Buck, who dries them and puts them on the rack. It’s a routine they’ve followed a thousand times before – years and years of late nights, family gatherings, spending almost more time with each other than significant others. Something about the silence is tranquil, calming, and peaceful. It makes Buck want to lay himself bare in front of the one person who knows him inside and out.

Maybe that’s why it spills out of him tonight. After years of not addressing it, letting it sit between them, knowing but not speaking of it. Maybe the silence is what makes Buck honest. Things unsaid spilling over him like the water in the plate he’s rinsing.

He’s unnecessarily focused on drying the plate in his hands when he says, “You know what’s funny?”

Eddie looks at him curiously.

(Buck’s still staring at his plate.)

“I used to be in love with you.”

Eddie’s hands freeze where they’re rinsing off a bowl. He turns back to the sink. A moment passes; Buck sees a bitter smile creep up the edges of his face from the corner of his eye. There’s a pause before Eddie says, “I know.” Another pause. “But you knew that, didn’t you?”

Buck’s surprised Eddie wants to have this conversation, but, well. He was the one who opened this can of worms. He’s got no one to blame but himself. He shrugs once. “I suspected it. A part of me definitely did. But then… you were with Ana, and I found Taylor.” He pauses, thinking about her for a moment. She was supposed to be working late, but she’s probably home by now. Most likely settled in bed with her laptop, she has a presentation in two days. “I knew you didn’t love me back, so I thought it was best to move on. So we could both be happy.” Another pause. “We’re happy, aren’t we?”

(He hopes he doesn’t sound as plaintive as he feels.)

Eddie’s finally looking at Buck. Buck can’t stand to look at the pain and longing on his face. He has to avert his eyes as he hears Eddie say, “Yeah, Buck. We’re happy.”

(Buck almost wishes Eddie hadn’t said that.)

Silence settles over them once more. They get through most of the dishes before Eddie breaks it again. “After... the shooting in LA, after I broke up with Ana - actually, the reason I broke up with Ana - there was a period… where I was in love with you too.” He sighs. “But you had moved on, hadn’t you.”

(It wasn’t a question. Buck tries to come up with an answer anyway.)

(He wonders, briefly, why the only thing surprising about this conversation is that they’re actually having it.)

He knows Eddie can hear the regret in his voice when he settles on, “Yeah.”

Eddie turns off the tap and dries his hands as Buck puts the last bowl on the rack. He takes the towel from Eddie and wipes his own hands as they finally turn to face each other properly. It’s Eddie who speaks again. “You know, Hen and Chim, they told me once.”

Buck frowns. “Told you what?”

Eddie sounds almost wistful. “ I- I wasn’t very…subtle about my feelings for you. They sat me down one day and told me that you loved me too and I should just tell you. Be honest with you.”

Buck stiffens and realises he’s been holding his breath. He lets it out in a rush. “What did you say?”

“I told them that I knew you. Better than anyone. You loved me. You used to.I knew that you did. And that you don't anymore.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie’s smile is tight. He bumps his shoulder to his in a soft touch. “Hey, but we’re happy now.”

“Yeah. Happy.”

As if synchronised, they both move as one, pushing off the counter and walking to the living room; straightening up the remnants of the night and settling on the couch. Eddie picks up the remote and puts something on the TV.

(If asked, neither of them could tell you what it is.)

As he stares unseeingly at the TV, Buck can hear the echoes of Christopher’s laughter in the halls. He can feel the imprints of the years of memories, of coming home to Eddie, of Eddie coming home to him.

(The silence feels weighted now.)

He doesn’t know how much time has passed before he speaks again. “Eddie, I -”

Eddie cuts him off. “Don’t say it.”

Of course, Eddie knows him better than he knows himself. Eddie knows what he’s thinking, what he’s wondering.

Still, he wouldn’t be Buck if he knew where to quit. “Do you think about it? What could’ve been different?”

Eddie doesn’t respond for a long moment. They’re still not looking at each other. The moment stretches on, the air feels heavier.

“Maybe.”

Buck glances at him and turns his head back to the screen. He can feel his thoughts take a bitter turn. “I guess we were young and stupid anyway.”

Eddie's voice cuts the air like a knife. “My love for you wasn’t.”

Eyes wide, Buck turns to Eddie, just to find Eddie’s already looking at him, a terrible fire burning in his eyes. Buck tenses, but Eddie seems to deflate just as quickly. He sounds resigned as he says, “Maybe we just weren’t meant to be.”

Buck can’t breathe. “Or maybe we were, but we missed our shot.”

Eddie’s smile is sad now. “Maybe.”

They turn back to the TV together. Buck still doesn’t know what’s playing. “In another life, perhaps.”

(What was worse: their vow of silence stretching the space between them, or the words that filled those spaces?)

“We could’ve been really happy.” It’s so quiet Buck almost doesn’t hear it.

“Or we would’ve crashed and burned.”

Eddie lets out a short laugh. “I’d like to believe not. I have more faith in us than that.”

“Yeah.”

Buck’s quiet for another moment. “I keep wondering. I know I shouldn’t. What if. If we hadn’t missed our chance, we could’ve had it all. We could’ve had everything.”

Eddie’s silent.

Buck can feel his thoughts going in a million directions. He doesn’t know what to think. It’s nothing new, this conversation, but there’s something about voicing these not-secrets they’ve always kept buried that has him breathless.

(And yet, he still feels calm. He always does, when he’s with Eddie.)

That’s probably why he needs to voice this too. “But, Eddie… you know I love you, right? You’re my best friend.”

Eddie smiles softly. “Back at you.”

“And… whatever else could’ve happened, I wouldn’t trade your friendship for anything. No matter what.”

“I love you, too.”

(He does. Buck can feel it in his voice. It’s one thing Buck never doubted. Not once.)

(What was more painful: Eddie’s love for Buck, or the words he wished he’d said?)

Eddie’s not done. “And… I have everything I need. Getting to have you in my life, in whatever form, that to me is—everything I’ll ever want.”

Eddie’s fully looking at Buck now. “I’m sorry you had to hurt, though.”

Buck’s startled into laughter. “That’s not your fault.”

“I know. I’m still sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

(They're both older, a little wiser, a little softer, more settled around the edges and in their own skin. They should know better. they should know to move on. They have moved on. But…they can't help but want to fall into the familiarity of each other, that comfortable feeling of being home that they only ever got from each other.

They might have moved on from each other physically and in every way that seems to matter, but their hearts haven't caught the memo yet. They probably never will. Because their love for each other is an intrinsic part of themselves now, no matter their circumstances in reality. no matter how foolish or hopeless it may be.

They weren't what each other wanted now; but it was like an itch under the skin waiting to be scratched. The overwhelming feeling of a longing they once both knew.

And yet.

They just can't do anything about it. And they won't.

They have partners. Lives.

Timing is truly a bitch.)

They sit there until the TV screen fades to black, whatever they were not-watching rolls credits.

The silence feels lighter now. Buck doesn’t feel bad about breaking it. “We were so different back then. Two people trying to survive themselves, build a home. Maybe this is what we’re meant to be like.”

“Wondering about the what ifs?”

Buck nods.

“Incomplete.”

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aanakin · 3 years

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Your blog got me into watching 9-1-1, I’ve watched 2 seasons in the past week! Do you have any fic recommendations?

Good, glad you’re enjoying the show! 😎

Okay, so, I’ve read quite a lot of buddie fics in the past two weeks since I binge watched 9-1-1. The rec list got a bit long, so I put it under keep reading. Enjoy! 💖

alternative universe:

I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania | 10k | Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

Frequent Flyer by red_to_black | 13k | The one where Eddie is a firefighter, Buck isn't, and Eddie finds himself rescuing Buck from increasingly sticky situations. Sometimes literally.

Strike a Match by extasiswings | 13k | When Eddie Diaz from the 136 agrees to join one of the LAFD strike teams to provide wildfire assistance, he’s thinking about two things—overtime and hazard pay. The last thing he expects is Evan Buckley.

knight in shining armour by coupe_de_foudre | 2k | AU, married!Buddie | It’s funny how your day can go from a dream to a nightmare in the space of a second. But the moment that call came through - the moment they clambered into the truck and Bobby listed off the address they were headed - that’s when Buck’s whole life came crashing down around him. It’s his address.

getting together/canon divergence:

it's funny how they say when you find someone (heart speeds up, time slows down) by wafflesofdoom | 5.5k | The one where Eddie finds a no-nonsense therapist, confronts his feelings, and jumps off several metaphorical cliffs.

Love Language by red_to_black | 6.4K | Eddie's love language is acts of service, and Buck doesn't totally get it.

things we shouldn't do by Ingu | 21k | The one where Buck and Eddie accidentally get set up on a blind date with each other, and everything snowballs from there

last night (i woke the fuck up) by ariavederci | 5k | “So. I know you have the day off on Sunday.” Groaning, Buck let his head thump lightly against the wall. TK was fucking relentless. “No, TK. I already told you, I’m not gonna let you set me up with your friend.”

Nobody else I’d rather know by justhockey | 7.5k | Five times Eddie really knows Buck, and the one time Buck realises.

i'm begging for you (to take my hand) by sirencalls | 14k | the breakdown after 4x05 that Buck deserved to have.

Leave My Body by Pline | 23k | Buck dies but it's not the end. (Inspired by the movie It's a Wonderful Life)

Home Recovery by Clockwork_Mockingbird | 13k | Jinxed AU where Buck doesn't trip over anybody, does reach the rig right before Brian takes off, and then is taken for one hell of a ride that results in him recuperating at the Diaz household.

love doesn't discriminate by awashleyno | 10k | Buck gets tired and uses Eddie as a pillow.

it’s okay by itsmylifekay | 11k | Buck gets hurt on a call and doesn’t tell anyone.

a leaf falls on loneliness by iimpossible_things | Buck doesn’t think that if he were to say, “I’m in a bad place”, that anyone would turn him away. Really, he doesn’t. The 118 has too many good, kind people for that. But every time he wants to open his mouth, to say something, to reach out to Eddie or Bobby or Hen or Chim, he hears Eddie yelling, “you’re exhausting.”

what if i surrender (and give in) by chthonicheart | 9.9k | “'Hey, man'?” Eddie repeats, and the weight of disbelief in his tone is the only thing that drowns out the latent anger. “Really? Why the hell are you even here, Buck?”

the weekly bet (but the forever kind) by theleftboobgrabber | 49K | When the squad bets on how long it will take for Buck and Abby to get back together when she comes back to LA, Eddie is forced to reconsider keeping his feelings for Buck a secret.

everything you see (ain’t always what it seems) by autumnchills | 6K | Buck had never thought that his best friend would like him back, but at the end of their date night, he’s in for a rude awakening when he learns just how he ended up there with Eddie. Things only get more confusing when Eddie seems to be mad at him in the aftermath.

Left Unsaid by Clockwork_Mockingbird | 33k | The discovery of a small facebook group full of tsunami survivors rocks station 118.

established relationship:

whatever you lack, i make up (we make a really good team) by wafflesofdoom | 10k | The one where buck and eddie find out about the 118's bet on their relationship and set out for some well deserved revenge - with athena's help, of course. and a seven-phase revenge plan.

5 times they introduce one another as 'husband' (+1 time someone else does) by coupe_de_foudre | 4.6k | Just buddie being dorky husbands showing each other off, what's not to love?

subtle as a brick in the small of my back by spinningincircles | 5.4k | Eddie’s proposing to Buck. The whole team finds out first. It goes about as well as expected (not well at all).

the most important mark to leave by thisissirius | 4.9k | “Dad, Buck’s not gonna say he wants a party. He doesn’t think you want a fuss.” Eddie is, apparently, a failure of a partner. “Buck—” “He told Abuela,” Chris says, matter-of-factly. “I wasn’t meant to hear but they thought I was sleeping. He knows you don’t like big celebration things unless they’re inside but he wants a backyard party. He wants fireworks because he thinks they’re cool and he never got them when he was as old as me. He also never got cake like I do. That’s really sad, Dad.”

I've Gotta Go by hideeho | 1.7k | The team gets stuck on the side of the road. Bladders are tested and revelations are made.

#replies #buddie fic recs #buddie #Anonymous

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Friday Night Stabby best quotes part 14 - Legacy Peeps edition (05/03/21)

people playing in this game: Skizz, Joker, Impulse, Zloy, Logic, Poppy (PoptartKatze), Pearl, Chim (ChimneySwift), Sausage, Avo (Avomance). prox chat is off bc the game updated and crewlink didnt work

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Chim: Okay, I’m here! Don’t start without me! Poppy: We just started without you. Zloy: We just started without you.

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*Impulse reports Skizz’s body* Impulse: Hello hello. Somebody killed my blueberry friend. Somebody killed my blueberry friend and I’m sad! Zloy: Quick let’s think about it: who had the motive? Impulse: It was in electrical, by the way. Poppy: I was messing with wires. Logic: That sounds very ‘electrical’. Poppy: Not messing with bodies! I was messing with wires IN electrical. Pearl: That’s where the body was, Poppy.

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Impulse: I’m just happy to be part of this crew :) Pearl: So happy you would stab somebody?

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Sausage: You voted for me?! Logic, get outta here! I didn’t even say one word, Logic!

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Pearl: Another body in electrical. Poppy, have you been playing with wires again? Poppy: I was… somewhere. Not in electrical, obviously.

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Joker: At the beginning of the game, I went into electrical and did my tasks and left and then I went ALL the way around to the other side to do asteroids in weapons. Pearl: I actually believe that; I remember seeing you in there. Zloy: I’m sorry, I was not listening. I was too busy voting you out of the airlock.

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Logic: *is the only one who voted for Sausage again* Sausage: Stop it, Logic! I hate you!

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Zloy, during the round: This is a public announcement that ghosts can and should do their tasks. Sausage: Roger roger. Logic: Roger roger. Zloy: It’s a public announcement, you don’t need to roger roger if I’m speaking over the intercom.

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Pearl: I think it’s Logic; all of us have been in the middle for the majority of the round. Zloy: I’m pretty sure Logic hasn’t been, so let’s yeet him. Impulse to his chat: Oh no. He’s getting yeeted.

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Zloy: Joker, can I have my lime back, please? Joker: What, Zloy? What’d you say? Zloy: Can I have my lime back? Everybody knows I’m lime. Since Avo stole green. Avo: I didn’t steal anything! *changes colour to brown* Zloy: *changes colour to green* There we go. Thank you, Avo. Avo: You are welcome, sir. Zloy: See? This is how you make friends. This is how you establish connections. Joker: Zloy, we’re- We’ve always been friends, though.

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Skizz: Okay, who was not doing tasks? We were down to one task for, like, a month. Joker: I want to say that I did all my tasks and that you should be proud of me. Skizz: Well, you WANNA say that but can you say it truthfully? Joker: I DID do all my tasks. Skizz: Well, atta boy. Joker: Are you proud? :D Skizz: I AM proud of you! :D

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*body is reported* Avo: Who did it?! Skizz: You make one heck of a detective.

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Skizz: I was 100% with Impulse, you’re absolutely right, but he cut into reactor and I went up towards upper engine. Avo: I did see Skizz in north engine. Joker: So you cut Impulse and then went up? Skizz: Okay! Well, you know what, don’t make me do it, Mister Joker! You’re adding all these extra words. Joker: Do what? You’re gonna kill me? Skizz: No, I- I could not be more- I’ve been playing with you a while. I have kind of a- It’s not fair, I- I’ve been playing with Joker for a while. This is how he talks when it’s him. Joker: What?! No it’s not! Skizz: And there goes the high pitched voice. Like a recipe. It’s like a RECIPE with you. Joker: You’re getting me confused with Impulse.

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Chim: So we’re voting for Poptart? Wait- Poppy: No! I FOUND the body. Chim: Oh. But how do we know you didn’t CREATE the body?

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Zloy: It’s like rock-paper-scissors. Skizzleman beats Joker, Impulse beats Skizzleman, Sausage beats… uh… what’s-his-face. Logic. Logic: What’s-his-face? What’s-his-face?!

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Avo: There’s a green body! Mister Joker in electrical, just as I went into electrical to do my electrical tasks. Chim: That’s pretty sus. Skizz: That’s what he gets! Sausage: Self-report. Poppy: Self-report for sure. Avo: It is not a self-report. I can put my hand on my Avomancian heart and say it was not I. Skizz: Wooow, that was diggin’. Pearl: Very sus. Zloy: Yeah, I was about to advocate that there’s no reason to self-report on the first kill of the game but you changed my mind single-handedly. *votes* Skizz: Whoa, Zloy! We need a little bit more. Little bit more.

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Avo: I’ve never been so hurt in all my life getting voted on that. Skizz: It was just Zloy.

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Skizz: I don’t wanna wrong Avo again. Avo: I’d be very disappointed if you wronged me again, Skizz. Impulse: What if I wrong you? Cuz I saw you and Logic take off towards electrical together. Zloy and I were still chilling, dumping trash. Avo: I was dumping trash with you, Impulse! For goodness sake! Impulse: Yeah, then you and Logic ran off together and you killed him. Chim: Wait, what about trash? Impulse: Avo just called Logic trash because that’s who he killed. He was taking out the trash, you heard it.

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Pearl: Make sure to vote, Chim. Chim: I did. I voted for “skip”. Whoever that guy is, he’s super sus all the time.

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Zloy: So it was a double kill, which means that we’re operating with people who are really, really comfortable being around one another. Chim: Or there’s a sniper. Zloy: A WHAT? Chim: A sniper. You know… like, a long-barrelled gun that shoots bullets at a long distance. Zloy: We’re on a SPACESHIP! Chim: That’s a good point. I’m getting too immersed.

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*Skizz and Pearl win as imposters* Zloy: Hey, remember when I said it’s competent people and my idea was that it was Skizz and Pearl because they were the only ones left who are competent? *everyone immediately protests*

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Zloy: Double kill by electrical. SPARKS were flying. Joker: If I get imposter, I’m killing you first, Zloy.

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Chim: I did a scan in medical. Impulse: Oh yeah? How much did you weigh? Chim: I don’t wanna talk about it. Impulse: What’s your blood type? Chim: What blood type is not sus?

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Zloy: Chim walked right past a body. Chim: Oh I did? OH! That WAS a corpse, wasn’t it? I thought it was, like, a pet. Literally, no joke, I thought it was a pet. I didn’t even- Zloy: I’m completely certain that you are a crewmate and I still want to throw you out of an airlock right now.

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Zloy: We had fun! Let’s go to medbay with everybody. It’ll be fun. You can watch your friends get undressed and scan themselves.

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Skizz: Maybe when you undressed for your scan, Chim, Zloy saw something that you don’t want him to tell the world about. Chim: Well, I mean… ;)

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Joker, getting voted out: Well, that’s rude.

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Chim: You can’t spell Sausage without ‘sus’. Skizz: Are you saying Sausage is a… SAUSpect?

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Skizz: I think he wanted a piece of the Skizz. He wanted a Skizz sandwich! Logic: Skizz, I would never do something like that to you! Never! Skizz: I was your first kill, homie.

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Chim: I have a body to report! Zloy: Boy do you. Chim: What? Why would you say that, Zloy? Zloy: Nothing. Chim: You know about a body? Zloy: I’ve just been staring at your butt for most of this round. Chim: Yeah, why’ve you been following me? Zloy: I’ve been following you because I needed a buddy. *later* Pearl: So what we’re getting at is it’s either Zloy or Sausage? Chim: No, I don’t think it was Zloy cuz he was honestly on my booty the whole time. It was sus but wasn’t THAT sus.

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*Avo kills Impulse and Skizz immediately walks in* Skizz, singing to the tune of Bad Romance: Whoaa whoaa whoaaaaa, your killer, he is Avomance. Pearl: What happened? Skizz: I walked into reactor as Avo is walking out and there’s bloody footprints as he’s walking away from the body. Zloy: I appreciate how extra you are.

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Zloy: Look, you can always trust a man who is not afraid to sing Lady Gaga. That man has nothing to hide.

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Joker: I found Poptart’s body in… Chim: In the cereal aisle? Joker: Yeah, in the cereal aisle. Haha. Um… Yeah, I found- Avo: THAT was sincere (/s)

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Impulse: I do feel kinda bad sussing [Avo] last round too but- I mean, he KILLED me! So hey. Avo: You deserved it, Impulse.

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Pearl: Could someone kill me? I haven’t been killed yet.

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Chim: Where’s the body? Joker: It’s where you left it.

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Joker: You were chasing me and then luckily, someone put up the doors and blocked you from getting to me. I also watched you stand on a vent, change your mind, and go the other direction. Chim: How do you know I changed my mind? You can’t see anything through my little spacesuit. And I was following you cuz you looked like a pro with your little party hat. I thought maybe you were going somewhere cool and I wanted to check out where you were going. Joker: You’re a horrible liar. I don’t even know you but you’re a bad liar.

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Skizz: Lemme tell you something there, Pearly Pop. I know that you loved killing me; I know you did. So I want you to know HOW you killed me. See, what you did was- I was wiring the ship. ‘Kay? I was saving lives, I was busy saving lives. You punched me in the head and I turned around and looked at you and you shot me right in the face. That was the animation that showed. Pearl: That’s great :D I love it.

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*vote ties between Chim and skipping* Skizz: Oh my gosh! Zloy: We were ALMOST free, everyone.

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Skizz: I’m done. Is anyone else done? Joker: I finished my tasks again, Skizz. Are you proud? Skizz: I AM proud of you! Joker: Look at me doing tasks! Skizz: I’m impressed! Joker: Thanks, man :D

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*Zloy’s body is reported* Avo: There’s a dead Russian outside navigation.

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Zloy: The reason [Impulse and Pearl] are so good as imposters is specifically because they know when to shut up.

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Avo: We don’t know that Pearl wasn’t a killer. Joker: Well, how do we know YOU’RE not a killer? Avo: You have my word as an English gentleman, obviously. Joker: You can’t fool me with your fancy accent.

#friday night stabby quotes #legacy smp #impulsesv #skizzleman #misterjoker #zloyxp #avomance #chimneyswift11 #poptartkatze #pearlescentmoon #logicalgeekboy #mythicalsausage

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hmslusitania · 3 years

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Prompt: AU to 2.01. during the workout scene Eddie brings up Abby and Buck feels hurt and betrayed that Chim would share his private life with basically a stranger. When Chim says Eddie’s cool Buck says he can be wary of the new guy who gets so comfortable right off the bat when Buck himself got hazed like crazy as a probie. When Chim says Abby’s not a big deal Buck turns to Eddie and asks if he found his abandonment amusing. Eddie feels horrible and Chim finally understands his screw up. Buddie

Hi Anon! I’m not 100% sure this will satisfy your prompt, for which I apologise. That said, in a longer fic I’m currently working on, this scene gets examined hardcore from both Buck and Eddie’s POV and I hope to post that fic soon, so if this does not quite do it, hopefully that will. All that said, I do hope you enjoy this:

The kid is like a brother to him, but good god. It’s only Eddie’s second shift and they haven’t even all clocked in yet, and Buck is already being a dick. Chimney sighs – on the inside – and keeps buttoning his shirt while Buck slams locker doors and Eddie just tries to change.

When Buck finally stomps out of the locker room, Eddie takes a second and then turns to Chim.

“So, is it just me, or…”

“Try not to take it personally,” Chim recommends. He likes Eddie, has liked him since they met. It’s nice to have another medic on the shift, even if Eddie isn’t certified as a paramedic like him and Hen. Bobby’s and Buck’s EMT certification is great and useful but sometimes that little bit of extra medical knowledge comes in handy.

“So he’s just a dick to everyone?” Eddie asks.

Chim sighs. “Nah,” he says. “He’s just – look, the kid’s got a heart of gold, he really does, and most of the time he’s the sweetest guy you’ll meet, like a giant 6’2 golden retriever, but his first serious girlfriend just dumped him and then ghosted him, and he’s been a bit…in a bad mood.”

Although, now that he thinks about it, Buck’s straight up denial about Abby having dumped him has kept his mood afloat well enough. Up until Eddie showed up at the 118. But Chimney can’t fathom how the two would be related.

Eddie nods like that makes sense and they continue getting ready for their shift.

Chimney does his best to stay out of Buck’s way for most of the morning. It’s only by coincidence he finds himself in the gym at the same time as Buck and Eddie. Buck, clearly trying to comfort himself with the hot firefighter calendar, starts taking selfies over by the bench press.

Chimney does not know why Eddie decides to start something.

“You’re in the wrong light, man,” Eddie says. Chim frowns. Light? For a selfie?

“Some of us don’t need lighting to look good,” Buck shoots back.

Chim glances at Buck, but he’s distracted by himself.

“Hey, Eddie? What did you mean by the wrong light?” Chim asks.

Eddie explains about warm side lighting as opposed to flat blue light, and shows off the pictures his niece had taken for him. Chimney doubts that most of the effect is just because of lighting. As he’d pointed out on Eddie’s first shift, that is a beautiful man.

Still, having well done photos can’t hurt.

“You think she’d be willing to take my pictures for me? I’m told I photograph like an Asian Fabio,” Chim says, which gets him a laugh from Eddie.

“Sure she would,” he says.

And then, of course, Hurricane Buck.

“You shouldn’t get his hopes up,” he says to Eddie, all glower. “No offence, Chim.”

Chimney isn’t sure how he’s supposed to take that as anything but offensive. But—

He’s got a heart of gold, Chim reminds himself. He’s got a goddamn heart of gold.

“None taken,” he says, heading back to his bench dips. “Evan.”

He gets maybe two reps in before he hears Eddie say, “Okay, man, what’s your problem?”

Chimney winces and looks over to see Buck getting up in Eddie’s face.

“Okay, you,” Buck says. Chimney frowns. Eddie? It really is personal? “You’re my problem. Your comfort level. You’re – you’re not supposed to just walk in here like you’ve been here for years. There’s supposed to be a getting-to-know-you period. You’re meant to respect your elders.”

That’s what Buck is pissed about?

“You’re not his elder, Buck,” Chim points out. As he says it, he realises he doesn’t actually know how old Eddie is. He’s been assuming due to his work history that he’s on the other side of thirty from Buck, but he doesn’t actually know.

“Look,” Eddie says. He sounds calm and rational, in complete contrast to Buck’s anger and irritation, which Chim takes as a good sign. “I in no way meant to, uh, be too familiar or step on anybody’s toes. I know you’re going through some personal stuff right now.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Chimney can see Buck flinch.

“What personal stuff?” he asks.

Whoops.

“I know your girlfriend recently broke up with you and you’re coming to terms with that,” Eddie says.

“No, I’m not,” Buck says. Which, points for honesty, Chim thinks. “And she didn’t break up with me. Who told you that?”

When they both turn to look at him, Chim tries to melt into his exercise equipment.

“I’m just saying, I hear you’re a good guy, and I’m sorry you’re going through pain but you don’t need to take it out on me,” Eddie says.

“I’m not in pain,” Buck snaps, wounded.

Chim doesn’t mean to heave a dramatic sigh, but it happens. Buck rounds on him.

“And why are you telling all of my personal shit to strangers?” Buck asks.

Chim winces. There are a lot of reasons – Eddie asked; Eddie is already a clear part of the team, not a stranger; because Chimney’s worried about him and gossip is how they deal with things at the 118; but he doesn’t think Buck’s in a mood to accept any of those.

“I asked if you were pissed at me or something else,” Eddie says. “And I’m sorry about your girlfriend, man, I know what it’s like to have someone you thought loved you disappear on you in the dead of night.”

Chimney stops doing his dips and turns to scan Eddie, concerned. But Eddie’s just looking at Buck.

“She didn’t – I drove her to the airport,” Buck says.

He sounds so damn small and vulnerable that despite how much of a dick he’s been recently, Chim kind of wants to just hug him. He’s spent so much of the past four months since Abby left acting like he was completely fine most of the time, and so they hadn’t really…

Well, they hadn’t been there for him. Bobby’s got his reasons, Chim knows, since Hen’s almost certainly right about the secret Bobby-Athena relationship going on in the background. But Chim and Hen could’ve done better.

“Look, man, all I can tell you is that staying in denial isn’t gonna help,” Eddie says. “You’re still gonna get the divorce papers in the mail eventually.”

“We weren’t—” Buck starts and Chimney almost jumps into the conversation to make sure Buck isn’t actually that stupid. “Oh.”

“Truce?” Eddie asks, taking off one of his boxing gloves and holding his hand out in Buck’s direction.

Buck swallows and, after a long, awkward moment, takes Eddie’s hand. “You’re still a probie.”

“I promise you, there is no worse hazing you can do to me than the guys in Afghanistan already did,” Eddie says.

Chimney wonders if he feels like eating those words later that night when Eddie and Buck get into an ambulance with a live grenade. Chim and Hen aren’t on the call with them, since they were already doing a transport from the previous call, but when they all get back to the station, something has clearly shifted between Buck and Eddie.

“You two idiots got in an ambulance with a live grenade?” Hen demands, hands on her hips. Chim has seen her deploy this expression at Denny before. It usually gets her immediate apologies and chagrin.

“Eddie was an army medic,” Buck says. “We were totally safe.”

“Until the ambulance exploded,” Eddie points out.

“Yeah, but we weren’t in it anymore,” Buck says, knocking his shoulder into Eddie’s while they sit at the kitchen counter together. Hen shakes her head slowly, like she can’t believe what she’s hearing. “And besides! We saved the patient.”

“Which is what matters,” Eddie adds.

Hen throws her hands up, exasperated. “I’m so glad there are two of you now.”

She stalks off and Chim watches while Buck and Eddie exchange bright smiles. Chim couldn’t say for sure, but he thinks the last time Buck smiled like that, he was talking to Abby. Which is certainly a development Chim didn’t see coming.

He finds Buck later in the bunks.

“Hey,” he says, knocking on Buck’s partition. Buck isn’t asleep, he’s just scrolling through his phone. “Got a sec?”

“Sure,” Buck says, sitting up and dropping his phone into his lap.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Chim says. “Telling Eddie about Abby, I mean. I don’t think any of us really realised how much you’re still hurting over that.”

“I’m fine,” Buck says. It’s too quick, and just a bit too sharp to be genuine.

Chim just waits.

“I’m – I’ve – I’ve been single for four months, haven’t I?” Buck asks quietly.

“Yeah,” Chim says, because Eddie had pointed out, denial just hurts more.

“Great,” Buck says. He clears his throat a couple times like he’s trying to get rid of a blockage. Chimney takes that as an opportunity to clap him on the shoulder.

“You’ve still got your family,” Chim says. “By which I mean the 118, because as far as you’ve said, you may as well have sprung out of the ground fully formed.”

Buck snorts. “I’ve got a sister,” he says, which is the first biological family member Chimney has ever heard Buck mention. “Maddie. She’s actually sleeping on my couch right now.”

“God, a female Buck,” Chim says. “I can’t even imagine how terrifying that must be.”

Buck scoffs and elbows him. “She’s not like me at all. You might even like her. She’s basically the best person ever, just a heart of pure gold.”

Chimney doesn’t quite trust Buck’s judgement when it comes to his sister, but if he’s right, well…

“Certain shitty comments you’ve made recently aside, that sounds exactly like you, Buckaroo,” Chim says.

“Thanks, Chim,” Buck says and sounds like he means it. “And I’m sorry for being a dick.”

Chim nods and claps him on the shoulder again before turning to head back to his own bunk.

“Hey, Chim?”

Chimney pauses.

“Do you think Eddie’s—”

Chimney waits, but all Buck says is “never mind.”

Their next call isn’t until morning when they find a group of idiots who have cemented their friend’s head into a microwave. When the kid falls into a pool, Buck jumps in to save him without hesitation and Eddie is only a split second behind him.

Chim doesn’t think about it until they’re all back at the station and changing out for the end of shift, but he thinks that this particular level of drift compatibility between Buck and Eddie might be a bit of a dangerous thing.

When they’re all back in civvies, Eddie says goodbye to everyone and starts to leave, only for Buck to follow him out, calling, “Hey! Eddie! There’s a really great brunch place down the street if you want to grab something, maybe?”

Chim and Hen watch them go, and wait until they’ve both driven off – together, even if in separate vehicles – before commenting.

“They’re gonna give us all heart attacks, aren’t they,” Hen says, resigned.

“Oh yeah,” Chim agrees.

“At least Buck seems happier?” Hen asks.

“Small victories,” Chim replies. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

“See you then,” she says, going back to cleaning her locker.

Chimney only makes it as far as the parking lot before he’s stopped dead in his tracks by a breathtakingly beautiful woman. He’s never been a poetry kind of guy, but he’s pretty sure he could wax poetic about the bright stars in her eyes for several days if pressed. It doesn’t hurt that she’s holding a large Tupperware of baked goods.

“How can I help?” Chim asks, swallowing his gum. There’s nowhere to spit it out and no way to do that in front of a pretty girl that doesn’t look tacky.

“I was actually looking for Evan Buckley,” she says. “I wanted to surprise him. He said he was having a kind of intense shift.”

Chimney feels an instant spike of envy, and then realises who she is.

“You must be Buck’s sister,” he says.

“I am,” she agrees. “Maddie Kendall. Well, Buckley, again, I guess.”

“I’m Chimney,” he says, offering her his hand to shake.

She balances the container of baked goods on one forearm and shakes his hand. “It’s nice to put a face to a name. Buck says you’re one of the best guys at the station.”

Chimney can’t help but smile at that. “That’s funny, I was just saying the same thing about him.”

Maddie laughs and Chimney is struck by the desire to make her laugh always.

He stands there, grinning at her like an idiot, for much longer than he should until Maddie finally says, “So, where would I find him?”

“Oh! Sorry! You just missed him,” Chimney says. “He already left for a brunch date with the probie.”

Maddie’s eyebrows lift, delighted. “A date?”

Chim shrugs. “I’m not sure either of them knows that part, but definitely.”

“How about I put these down somewhere and you tell me absolutely everything,” Maddie suggests, holding up the box of muffins.

“I don’t know if I should,” Chim says, showing her up the stairs to the loft where D shift are working on the coffee maker. “I kinda got in trouble for telling people things about him recently.”

“Mm, big sister’s prerogative,” Maddie says, happily accepting the cup of coffee Chimney offers her.

“Okay, but if he yells at me again, I’m blaming you,” Chimney says. He takes one of the muffins from the now open container and groans. So not only is she gorgeous and the best person ever by Buck’s estimation, she can also cook and she thinks Chimney is funny. “These are amazing.”

“Thank you,” Maddie says. “And I’m sure we can work something out about Buck re blame. So long as you dish.”

Chimney grins. “Deal.”

#the ghost ship scribbles #the ghost ship answers questions #9-1-1 #9-1-1 fic #pre-buddie #pre-madney #2x01 revisioning #Anonymous

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bratzkoo · 4 years

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delivery! (i)

credits to @monvante for making this beautiful banner (and divider!) Author: bratzkoo | navi Pairing: pizza delivery guy! jungkook x reader x seokjin Genre: fluff, comedy (i think?), semi-angst Rating: PG-15 Word count: 1.5k Warnings/note: underage drinking, obsession with pizza, swearing, there has been a huge misunderstanding with who the reader is in love with, seokjin is oblivious with the readers feelings, jungkook being the other half of the busan torture device, i made some changes with their ages, pls tell me if there’s more warning i need to put. it’s a highschool! au but there will be an eventual time skip. Summary: You planned a grand gesture to confess to your long time crush (or as you like to call him: “the love of my life”) and things turned out to be horrible on your part. One, you accidentally confessed to the wrong person. Two, he accepted your confession. Three, your crush accepted someone else’s confession! aka you confessed to your pizza delivery guy and now he thinks the both of you are dating. delivery! ii | requests are open | masterlist

“Hey, Chim.” You greeted your best friend and sat down next to him in the cafeteria. “Hello there--” Jimin stops when he sees how you look. “You look... how do I say this in the nicest way possible?” “Just say I look horrible, Chim.” You said as you put fries and chicken nuggets in your burger then taking a large bite, not caring if other people think it’s weird. “No, Y/N! You look, okay, you know what. You do look horrible, what happened to you?” Jimin held out his hand to feel your forehead, checking if you’re sick. “Stayed up all night planning my confession to Jin before he graduates and leaves me in this horrible hell hole with you.” “You’re my best friend in the whole wide world, too.” He sarcastically replies. “You think he’ll accept you if you confess to him looking like you got off from your role in the walking dead?” “Who’s confessing to who?” You smile when Sana--your recently new friend sits down in front of you. “Oh, Y/N is confessing to - mmh.” You shove fries in Jimin’s mouth to stop him from talking. He spits it out and glares at you. “You have someone you like, Y/N?” she asked. “Why didn’t I know that?” she puts her chin at the back of her hand, leaning in. “It’s Seokjin.” you said, you don’t notice how Sana stiffens and masks it with a bright smile. “That’s great, Y/N.” she says. She suddenly grabs your cheeks. “Why do you look so tired? You better get some rest.” “I will.” you say. she removes her hands to your face and starts to eat. “You’re too nice, Sana. I called her a zombie when I saw her.” Jimin says. “I personally th--” You shove chicken nuggets on his mouth to shut him up once again, instead of spitting it out he happily chewed it. You scan the whole cafeteria to check if he’s around, you know the love of your life Kim Seokjin. It’s easy to find him because he’s in the middle of everything, like the star that he is. His friends are bickering while he silently eats. He has always been calm when in public and prefers to let loose only with people that he’s comfortable with. Seokjin is your senior who has been your friend for a while now, he became close with you because of a competition the two of you joined for the school. You have grown close enough for you to have grown feelings for him. Seokjin suddenly met your eye, catching you staring at him (or ogling at him if you’re not Mr. Kim Oblivious Seokjin), he smiles and waves at you. You blush as you wave back. He tries to mouth something like “See you tonight.” You give him a thumbs up and then he goes back in eating his food. You sighed wondering why you fell in love with this dense guy in the first place. If he wasn’t even oblivious with your massive crush on him, you wouldn’t even plan this confession anyways. You stayed up all night preparing for this day to be perfect and you’ll be damned if your confession didn’t go as your plan. The confession will happen tonight. You hope he says yes and you don’t have to proceed to “plan: he doesn’t like me back” which is just eat 8 pints of ice cream while watching 27 dresses. Nevertheless, you hope for the best.

What you didn’t hope was Seokjin cancelling your plans. You asked him to call you if he’s on his way and you did receive a call, except he calls to tell you he couldn’t make it. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t make pizza night, my friend has an emergency.” He says over the phone. You began to feel down, you wished you pretend you had an emergency too so he would just come in but you felt guilty for his friend who probably is hurt. “I understand, you go do your thing.” You say. “I’m truly sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Bye.” He drops the call in a hurry. Now you’re in an empty house (courtesy of your parents leaving you to go visit your sister studying in Europe) filled with decorations. You hold onto your phone and call Pizzeria’s Haven-- the only pizza place you trust-- to order 2 cheese supreme so you can mope in peace while stuffing yourself later. You grab your mom’s margarita on the fridge and began pouring out for yourself in a mug, your mom didn’t mind because “As long as you do it in the house, you’re drinking responsibly, you promise not to vomit on the carpet, and most importantly not telling your dad that the bottles labeled ‘herbal supplement’ are margarita in disguise... you can drink to your heart’s content.” You take a sip from the mug as you skim through your netflix account to find Catching Fire, a movie that will make you feel better every time you see shirtless Finnick Odair. Your pizza arrives and you open the door to find Jungkook holding 2 boxes of pizza with a smile on his face. “Delivery!” He greets when he sees your face. “Y/N!” “Hey, Jungkook!” You greet back and grab the pizza he’s holding and give him the money- with an extra for his tip. “Want to stay and eat this with me?” You guess you were too lonely and kinda tipsy that you impulsively ask if he wants to stay to eat pizza with you. Jungkook grows flustered, “I- I can’t, I have to take calls and deliver pizza.” He declines, you raise your eyebrow. “What bullshit did Jimin say to get off work today?” You ask, knowing your friend tends to leave Jungkook to work by himself during weekend night shift. If he’s not the son of the owner he’s long fired from his job by now. “He’s actually busy serving dine-in customers, hectic night. I really gotta run.” He explains as he walks towards his motorcycle. “Good luck on that!” You say as you close your door. You put the pizza boxes on top of the coffee table, opening it to grab three slices then putting them together before you take a bite. You planned everything to be perfect and it turn out this way. You might as well go crazy, get drunk, and purge yourself with pizza.

You woke up with a very bad headache the following day, you apparently passed out in your living room with the empty bottle of your mom’s ‘herbal supplement’ laying on the floor with you. You checked your phone for the time but saw skeptic messages from an unknown number and from Jimin. Unknown number [2:00 am]: Y/N it’s me [2:02 am]: It’s yes... [2:03 am]: I’ll come see you at 2 pm Chimmy boy [2:10 am]: yow bitch, you’re dating jeon jungkook?! i thought you’re confessing to seokjin? [2:11 am]: you got some explaining to do What the hell? You groggily unlocked your phone to reply to Jimin and ignored the messages from the unknown number... for now. Y/N [11:12 am]: jwu what r u talking about? explain in detail, im vv hangover Chimmy boy [11:20 am]: bitch you’ve been drinking without me, how dare you. Y/N [11:23 am]: ugh shut up, come over so we can talk Chimmy boy [11:27 am]: i’ll come tonight, want to sleep more You drop your phone to the sofa and start to clean off your mess from last night when few of the memories did came back to you. “Hey, you. I like you...Fuck...I like you so much.” “I invited you and If you could have seen the effort I made! I mean, I know you were busy but you could’ve gone here after you’re done?” “Instead of a grand gesture sort of confession, I’m confessing to you on the phone! On the phone!” “You have my number... you can tell me your answer by then. Just say yes or no, I’ll be waiting.” Oh no, you confess to Seokjin when you were drunk. You regret not hiding your phone away from your stupid drunk self but it seems as he said yes. So what’s with Jimin telling me I’m dating Jungkook? Seokjin said yes and he’s coming to your house at 2 pm. You scream in excitement and run towards your closet to find something cute when you open the door for him later. You could use a shower too, it feels like you sweated the alcohol you consumed last night. By the time it was 2:03 pm someone rang the doorbell, you shake in nervousness when you open the door that reveals Jungkook smiling and holding flowers. Your eyebrows furrow seeing him. He hands you the bouquet of flowers and cheerfully say, “Delivery!”

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fruitydiaz-archived · 3 years

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with the comfort of a billion stars (and you)

chimney and eddie get high in eddie's backyard and talk about what it means to be a good father

because of @hetheybuck's tags on this post about chimney and eddie being blaze buddies

drug use | sweet conversations | stargazing

1,691 words

AO3 link

Chimney wrapped his arms around himself instinctively as he slipped out into Eddie’s backyard, rubbing his hands rapidly along the tops of his arms as he breathed out, watching his air puff out into the cold like white smoke before quickly dissipating. The bite of the cold air against his skin was a welcome reprieve to the flush brought on by too many bodies in too small of a space.

He thought he was alone for a moment, leveling out his breaths and staring up at the sky, squinting as if he could stare just long enough to actually be able to make out some stars in the black of the LA sky—before he heard another sharp intake of breath from his side. He turned, staring down the line of Eddie’s backyard, surprised to find Eddie there, alone, curled up on a lawn chair, head tipped back as he blew out a soft puff of smoke, a joint dangling from his fingers. Chimney blinked, hesitating just for a second, before he stepped off Eddie’s porch and made his way over to the chairs.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” Chimney called out as he neared him. Eddie’s head tipped back forward, eyes wide, then squinting in the dark as he tried to make out who was approaching him. The corners of his lips curled up into a soft smile.

“Every once in a while. It was a bit much in there,” He explained with a shrug. Chimney smiled back at him before settling down into the chair next to Eddie.

“I hear ya.”

Eddie smiled again, glancing down at the ground and nodding a bit before stretching his arm out towards Chimney. He shuffled the joint between his fingers, holding it out in offering. Chimney considered it and then looked back at Eddie, eyebrows raised.

“You sure?”

“Course, Chim. It’s my house. What kind of host would I be if I didn’t share?”

Chimney nodded appreciatively, taking the joint and holding it up to his mouth, inhaling gently. It’d been a while since the last time he smoked and he struggled to maintain a cough, tipping his head back against the chair like Eddie had and releasing the smoke back into the air.

“God,” He said on the exhale. “It’s been a while.”

Eddie hummed in acknowledgment, taking the joint back from Chimney’s stretched out hand.

They didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, both of them staring up at the night sky, trading off the joint every once in a while, in comfortable silence.

It was nice, Chimney thought, getting to have this quiet moment with Eddie. They didn’t get to do this often; always racing off to different emergencies or juggling conversations with everyone else on the team. This was nice. He felt loose and relaxed—and maybe that had something to do with the weed—but he was also pretty sure it had something to do with Eddie, and maybe something to do with how dark the sky was, and how instinctively he knew that staring up there were actually billions of stars in the sky, and how actually he wasn’t staring at some flat surface but rather the entire universe that expanded all around them, and how even though he couldn’t see any stars, light from those stars was currently traveling at speeds he’d never ever be able to comprehend, and how some of those stars that he couldn’t see but could see under different circumstances were actually dead, like long dead, and how some stars were dying at right this very second, and how some stars were being born this very second, and how all of that made him feel very small and comforted and insignificant and important all at the same time.

He was a little high.

When Eddie’s hand knocked against his, joint stretched out between his fingers, Chimney laughed a little and waved him off. Eddie smiled, taking one last drag before tapping it out on the ashtray next to him and setting it down.

Another moment of silence stretched between them. Chimney furrowed his eyebrows.

“I’m scared of being a terrible dad,” He said suddenly, no idea where the thought came from. He saw Eddie nod slowly from the corner of his eye, like he was fully expecting Chimney to say that.

“How do you do it?” He asked, turning to face Eddie, who turned back towards him, eyebrows raising. “With Christopher. How do you...how do you...not mess it up?”

Eddie snorted and took a deep breath before answering, the corners of his lips curling softly.

“I mess up all the time, Chim.”

Chimney frowned. That’s not at all what he wanted Eddie to say.

“You’ll mess up,” Eddie continued, turning forward again, his face serious. He looked back up at the sky and sighed, rolling his neck from side to side. Chimney waited for him to say more but he didn’t.

“That doesn’t actually make me feel better, Eddie,” Chimney pointed out. Eddie giggled a little. It made Chimney giggle a little, though he kept trying to force his face back down into a scowl. This was serious. He was serious.

“No, I know,” Eddie straightened up in his chair. “I think...I think the sooner you realize that you will mess up—the less you’ll...mess up.” Chimney blinked and Eddie frowned, face scrunching up like he was trying to work exactly what he was trying to say. “I mean. We’re in charge of this...little life, now, you know? Sometimes I still feel like a kid myself but—I’ve got to be responsible for my actual kid now. And...I don’t know what I’m doing most of the time. My parents weren’t...the best examples. So I’m just...doing my best. That’s all we can do.”

He nodded again, more confidently this time, solid. Eddie turned back to Chimney.

“I think Christopher’s okay, right?”

“Eddie,” Chimney said, voice stern. “Christopher is amazing. And you do this all on your own. I can’t imagine. I’m...so lucky to have Maddie.”

“I don’t really do it alone,” Eddie smiled. “Buck helps a lot. And we have Carla.”

“You're his dad,” Chimney felt the need to remind him. Eddie ducked his head, smiling wider, prouder.

“I am.”

There was a pause. Chimney watched, transfixed as Eddie dug the heel of his shoe into the dirt in front of him, dragging abstract patterns into the ground. It was fascinating.

“I think we’re too hard on ourselves,” Chimney said. Eddie snorted again.

“That’s what Buck says.”

“He would know.”

Another pause.

“I don’t want to be like my dad.”

“You won’t be.”

“Are you sure?”

Eddie sighed, flattening his foot and dragging it through all of the lines he had just made. Chimney was pretty sure he heard his heart break. Over the dirt art.

“Well, you will be, sometimes, in tiny ways. But you’re not him. You’re...parts of him, parts of your mom, and parts of you, you know?”

“I hope I’m mostly parts of my mom.” His voice sounded wistful.

“You’re mostly parts of you.” Eddie didn’t see the way Chimney’s face pinched in disappointment, still staring at the patch of dirt on the ground.

“I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”

“It is,” Eddie’s tone was determined and final—and with that he pulled his legs back up into the chair and leaned back, blinking back up at the stars. He looked strikingly childlike, loose and relaxed.

Chimney sniffed. He felt—he felt warm. It was cold out but he felt this warmth radiating from somewhere in his chest or maybe his stomach—somewhere in his core, he wasn’t really sure—and it spread everywhere throughout his body. He almost felt like it spread even further, encompassing Eddie and his backyard and his house along with everyone inside it and all of LA.

The last few months had been hard. The last couple of years had been hard. Hell—life had been hard. And sometimes it was easy for Chimney to get lost in that; to look at Maddie fighting to pick herself back up, to look at Albert pushing to become a firefighter, to watch the Lees take on his kid brother and watch him go through the same process their dead son had, to watch Eddie and Bobby recover from their shootings, to watch Bobby and Athena mend their relationship, to watch Buck fall apart and stitch himself back together, to watch Hen and Karen grow attached to Nia only to lose her when they had expected it all along and somehow that hurt worse, to pretend through it all that he could shoulder the responsibility of having it all together, to be the friend and partner and father that he knew he needed to be.

It wasn’t about him—but it was. And he felt heavy and tired.

But sitting next to Eddie, a little high, comforted by Eddie’s sincere words—Eddie who would never sugarcoat it, would never lie, who always chose his words with careful intention—he felt lighter. Looking up at the sky, feeling the presence of stars young and old, alive and dead, feeling but not seeing, knowing that just inside were all his friends and family, laughing and reconnecting and healing after months and years of trauma, knowing that all around them billions of lives were being lived. And while bad things happened and people got hurt—good things happened too.

Good things like his baby girl being born. Good things like his baby brother making it out of a terrible car accident.

Good things like survival and healing and happiness and love. Things that persisted.

It was all around him constantly. He didn’t feel it all the time—but he did then.

“Hey, Eddie? I love you.”

Eddie stilled for just a second before his face cracked into a wide grin and his shoulders started to shake as he giggled, again.

“I love you too, man.” Chimney swiveled around in his seat.

“No, seriously, I mean it. Family we chose, right?”

Eddie’s giggles died down and he studied Chimney’s face carefully, smile softening, before nodding.

“Yeah, Chim. Family we chose.”

#my fic #title *sounds* romantic but its not fjjfjd #haven't written in like a month and this is what just...came out #*shrug*#911 fox #i think eddie would be a v comforting presence while high #drugs tw #al talks

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potterbite · 4 years

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With me, you are safe

Wow, so this got away from me. Here’s 2500 words of Buck falling in love in Montana, why he went to Peru and a disastrous date in present day. Eddie to the rescue!

On AO3.

***

He first met Johnny when working at a ranch in Montana.

He was searching the country for the parts of himself that were missing, hoping to find them if he just tried hard enough, ignoring the sadness pounding inside him at every heartbeat.

Johnny was a few years older and had something rugged about him that appealed to Buck. Maybe it was those eyes that seemed to gaze into your soul, or that blatant confidence in everything he did. Nevertheless, Buck quickly found himself navigating towards the other man, happy to have finally found a friendly face that saw him for who he was. With Johnny around, somehow, the emptiness did not feel as overwhelming.

They’d gone out for a few beers one night when Johnny took his hand under the table, interlacing their fingers. Surprised, albeit pleasantly so, Buck had looked up at the older man to see that confident smile plastered on his face, and Johnny had surged forward for a kiss that Buck was not expecting but somehow did not rattle him even a little bit; it felt good.

The following weeks were a jumble of stolen kisses during the day and sleepless nights under the stars.

Johnny left a few weeks later, promising Buck they would meet again and that he’d get in touch as soon as he had found this new place he was searching for. Buck had realized that a lot of the guys at the ranch carried that same sadness he himself did and was not surprised that Johnny felt it too. The restlessness.

So he let Johnny go, and Buck left the ranch some time after, continuing his journey in the jeep that had somehow become the one constant in his life. Maybe he felt a little less empty, some space inside of him filled with a new feeling; hope for the future.

He didn’t tell Maddie about Johnny in his letters; he was worried that if he wrote it down it would become something tangible instead of those amazing, blurry weeks that felt plucked from a dream. Someone else’s dream.

Ten months went by before he heard from Johnny again, and at that point Buck had even tried to forget his time at the ranch altogether by dating the girl who taught him to surf.

Neither of those things worked out, the girl less so than the surfing.

Johnny’s text was short, but still had Buck’s heart beating a mile a minute.

Meet me in Peru. I miss you.

Buck left the country three days later, no questions asked, and nothing with him except for a backpack and his swelling heart.

Meeting Johnny again felt as if no time had gone by at all, and Buck was soon caught up in the whirlwind. When Johnny looked at him it made him feel as if he were the only thing in the world that mattered and Buck was addicted. Needed to be where Johnny was. So he took a job at the same bar Johnny worked in, figuring he should at least get some use out of that bartender knowledge.

When Johnny left again, it was just as abrupt as it had been back in Montana. This time though, it hurt much more. At the ranch, Buck hadn’t fully understood how swept up in Johnny he was. He still didn’t, but somehow his gut knew.

And it hurt. The offhand way he told Buck he had fallen for this ‘awesome chick’ and that they would be going to Florida the very next day. While lying naked in bed with Buck. And the casual way he leaned in for another kiss after that statement, as if everything was just a laugh.

Buck would feel sick afterwards, for months trying to get that dirty feeling out of his body, but he gave his body up to Johnny that night in a way he had never done before. Perhaps he had hoped - no, prayed, that it would alter the other man’s plans. That it would make Johnny feel something real for Buck.

Nothing changed of course, and he was given the same promise as last time and a tight embrace that made him feel disgusted by himself for enjoying.

Buck stayed in Peru for a while, not wanting to face reality. Somehow, he could pretend none of it had happened if he kept inside his bubble. Same guests at the bar. Same weather. Same mood.

When he finally left to go back to America, he promised himself that he would never again let someone else make him feel this way; unworthy, belittled and clingy.

---

“Buck?” A hand is shaking his shoulder, fingers warm and tight. Buck blinks twice at Eddie, who’s clearly been trying to get his attention for a while. Everyone is looking at him.

It’s ringing inside his ears, and he tries his best to come back to reality. It’s hard though.

The team got a call for a rescue, an elevator that had gotten stuck somewhere between the twelfth and thirteenth floor and the three passengers inside needed to get out before anyone dared to try and fix it. Easy enough.

Buck is on rope watch while Eddie goes into the elevator to pick all of them out one by one, but when he gets out through the ceiling with the last man, Buck thinks he’s about to have a stroke.

It’s Johnny.

Silence presses on for a few precious seconds, but then Johnny (inevitably so) meets Buck’s eyes and a brilliant smile forms.

“Evan!” Johnny exclaims loudly, and Buck is vaguely aware of everyone stopping with whatever they’re doing to watch this scene unfold. He desperately wants to leave. Buck was always Evan back then, and Johnny is no different.

“Hey, Johnny,” he forces out.

The other man opens his mouth to say something, but Eddie cuts him off. “You can catch up later, we need to get off of this elevator.” He doesn’t look at Buck when he speaks, but it does the trick and everyone gets moving again.

Knowing he can’t avoid it, Buck joins Johnny on the edge of the open ambulance. The team is close by, but still far enough that he can pretend they aren’t listening.

“Long time,” Johnny comments, smiling again. And Buck hates how his stomach flutters at that. Hates how he automatically smiles back, his body working on its own accord.

“Yeah. How’ve you been?”

“Good, good.” He looks around, and laughs a bit. “Well, maybe not this precise moment. First time in LA for me.”

Buck nods. Ignores Johnny’s hand that has now landed somewhere on his thigh. “You’ll love it. What brought you here?”

Suddenly Johnny is even closer than before, fingers bunching up the fabric of his pants, breath warm on Buck’s face. “You.”

Seemingly out of nowhere, Eddie appears in front of them before Buck has a chance to reply or do anything at all. He’s grateful.

“Everything alright?” Eddie looks straight at Buck, gaze so intense Johnny might as well have evaporated into thin air.

Buck nods, not sure he has any words in him right now. Feelings jumbled around like the headphone cord in your pocket, knot upon knot. Butterflies and nausea for Johnny. A warmness somewhere in his abdomen for Eddie. Adrenaline from them both.

Eddie doesn’t move away and maybe Johnny realizes it’s not a good time to press on because he stays silent. (Or maybe he still doesn’t care.)

“Alright, let’s pack this up,” Hen’s voice says then, looking knowingly at Buck. He gets up, and shivers when he feels Johnny’s fingers brush against his own before dropping.

Bobby’s eyes are fluttering from Buck, to Eddie, to Johnny and then back again.

Nobody speaks on the way back to the station, but Buck feels all eyes on him.

---

At the end of that shift, Chimney is the one that brings it up when they are in the changing room.

“So, are we allowed to ask?”

Buck freezes with his eyes inside the locker, hands balling into fists.

“I guess that’s a no,” Chim continues casually.

Buck releases a big breath, not sure why he feels so secretive of this past. He turns and leans against the locker instead.

“Johnny and I met in Montana years ago, when I was working at a ranch.” He tries to smile, but isn’t sure it comes out as genuine. Chimney is getting dressed while listening, Bobby and Eddie standing still, observing.

Buck closes his eyes, feeling the heaviness set in. “Johnny was my first and only boyfriend.” He laughs bitterly. “And he’s also the reason I don’t date men.”

A quiet whistle from Chimney. “That bad, huh?”

Buck doesn’t reply, but his eyes snap open when Eddie speaks. Sounding a bit like he’s… hurt?

“You’ve never told me about him.”

Buck shrugs with one shoulder. “I prefer not to remember it,” he says honestly.

Bobby steps forward. “Blocking out past memories is not always the way to go. Sometimes we need to face it, learn and grow.”

At this Buck nods. He’s lost for words again.

---

A text comes later that night from an unknown number, but even so he knows who it’s from without looking.

Grab a drink with me.

And there’s that familiar feeling of being swept away. It’s as if he doesn’t really have a choice, needing to meet up with Johnny as much as he needs to breathe. So he replies, feeling both excited and sickened with himself at the same time, and they decide on a bar. Or rather, Johnny does and Buck has to figure out how to get there without driving.

Outside of the bar, Buck has to wait for twenty minutes before Johnny arrives. No apologies though, just that blissful tight embrace, hands in under Buck’s t-shirt.

Buck shivers, and he’s not altogether sure if that’s a good thing or not.

(Not like the shiver he gets when Eddie gives him that soft look. A shiver that makes him want to feed off of that expression for the rest of his life.)

Once they get a table, Johnny orders for the both of them without asking what Buck would like. Johnny was always like that, and it used to make Buck feel important. Still does, but now there’s an added element of feeling uncomfortable. Remembering how small it used to make him feel as well, as if he were depended on this man to help him through life.

The drink is gross, but he downs it in two big gulps. Johnny keeps touching him, not even speaking, and Buck craves it at the same time as he wants to run away from there and never look back.

(Want it to be someone else’s eyes so close to his, dimples and scruff.)

There’s hands on his thigh, in his hair, on his waist, fingers teasing the zipper, lips wet on his neck. Music pounding loudly.

Then all at once, he’s so disgusted he stands up, shocking Johnny into a sitting position from where he’d been leaning all of his body into Buck’s.

“I gotta go,” is all he can manage before moving as fast as he can away from there. He’s not yet outside when he remembers he didn’t drive, and for the fraction of a second he feel as if he’s about to cry.

He promised himself he would never let this happen again, yet here he is, years later.

Eyes a bit blurry, he unlocks his phone and calls the number at the top of his phone book.

“Hello?” Eddie’s whispering, and Buck curses himself for not checking the time. His voice is also kind of groggy, which makes it even worse.

“Shit, I didn’t realize how late it is,” he says in a way of greeting.

“Buck?” Eddie sounds so confused it makes Buck smile. “It’s fine. I fell asleep reading to Chris.” He’s whispering, but then there’s the sound of a door closing and his voice is normal again. “Is everything alright?”

“I - uh. I kind of need a ride home.”

Silence.

“Where are you?”

Buck tells him the address to the bar, very close to Eddie’s house, and the jingle of keys is audible before he’s even finished explaining. “Are you sure?” he asks quietly, scared that the answer is going to be no.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

---

Eight minutes later, Buck spots Eddie’s massive car coming down the street before stopping right in front of him. He gets in the passenger seat without a word, and they drive in silence for a few minutes.

Buck frowns when he understands where they are going.

“I can’t crash at your place, Eddie.”

Eddie glances over at him, eyebrows raised. “Sure you can.” He breaks at the red light and turns his head to fully look at Buck. “Carla is watching Chris through video feed for a little while. I need to get home and turn it off before it becomes creepy.”

One corner of Buck’s mouth goes up. “It already sounds a bit creepy.”

The light switches back to green and Eddie drives on. “Hey, it was this or wake him up and you know how grumpy he gets.”

It remains unspoken that the third option of not coming for Buck at all was not really an option. They sit in peaceful silence the rest of the drive.

---

After telling Carla goodnight, they end up on the couch together, maybe a bit closer than normal, but Buck enjoys the warmth of another body close to his. Of Eddie’s body close to his, he realizes.

Eddie hands over the bottle of water he grabbed from the fridge before and Buck takes it, just to keep his hands occupied.

“What happened?” Eddie’s voice is slow and quiet, still forceful.

Buck fiddles with the label on the bottle. “Johnny wanted to meet up. It was not a good idea.”

He sees Eddie watching him in his peripheral sight. Maybe he tilts the tiniest bit toward him, just ‘cause it feels nice.

After a few moments, Eddie sighs. “Is it true what you said? About not dating guys because of what happened between you and Johnny?”

Buck shrugs. “I guess. The pros didn’t outweigh the cons.”

He can’t tell if it’s him or Eddie that moves, but somehow they are even closer together on the sofa now, shoulders touching.

“You really should try it one more time.” He locks eyes with Buck. “It might be worth it.”

For a long while, they sit there watching each other, neither daring to move closer or away, both hoping the other is brave enough to make the call.

Slowly, Buck lifts his hand and curls it around Eddie’s neck. Eddie sighs and closes his eyes with a smile.

#buddie #buddie fic #my writing #WHELP

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elisela · 4 years

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giving off sparks buck x eddie, 1.1k I told @tylerhunklin to choose a meet-ugly prompt and she picked this please blame her for this sloppy mess okay. 41. I’m at the 24/7 gym at 2 in the morning and I thought I was alone so I’m singing in the showers, but when you start singing with me, I’m startled and slip so the first time we meet, we’re both wet and naked.

Filling in on B-shift has really thrown Buck off. Being down crew members is never easy, and not only does he miss his team (not that he’s ever telling Chim that), he misses his schedule. Buck thrives on routine, likes that it keeps him grounded and comfortable—something he hasn’t felt much of since Abby left six months ago. So of course as soon as they break the new probie in, Leo goes and gets himself hurt sliding down an elevator shaft like a big damn hero and catching his arm on some looped wires, tearing his rotator cuff and ripping his skin to shreds to top it off. As if that wasn’t enough, Mitchell’s wife had gone into early labor and he’d taken off eight weeks earlier than his planned leave (Buck wasn’t blaming him for that, of course, he’d dropped by the hospital a few times with gift cards and dinner for them, but it certainly wasn’t helping matters).

Down two, was bad enough, but then the ladder had collapsed with Macy at the top, and Bobby was scrambling to find coverage. They’d be getting some probies on loan starting the next day, but the last week has been difficult, and all Buck wants to do is get back to his usual schedule.

Honestly, the only good thing about this one is that when he wakes up from his nap at 2am, the 24 hour gym down the block from his apartment is usually pretty empty.

It’s leg day, and Buck takes the advice to never skip leg day very seriously. How else is he supposed to climb up endless flights of stairs, carry people out of burning buildings, or look good in those new pink shorts he bought for the next time he had a chance to hit the beach? And it’s been a hard shift, so he pushes himself a little more than he normally does, racks an extra forty pounds on the prowler sled that he pushes across the mat, adds an extra set to his split squats, and finishes up with a double-time Cupid Shuffle workout, because he’s seen it on TikTok too many times to not do it at this point, basically.

He doesn’t always work out to music but he blasts it tonight, jamming his AirPods in and hitting play on a random Spotify workout playlist, letting music he doesn’t know for the most part carry his energy. For the cool down though—he misses Maddie a little, because their schedules conflict now, so he scrolls until he finds one of the playlists she’s made and stretches while Bon Jovi sings about holding on and listens to Jenny’s phone number being scribbled on the bathroom wall.

He’s heading into the locker room for a desperately needed shower—the water pressure is more stable here than it is at his apartment—when Total Eclipse of the Heart comes on, and—

Well, Buck is only human, and the song basically demands you sing along to it. So, one earbud shoved in his locker along with his phone and the other still in his ear, he steps into the shower and belts it out.

It’s just his bad luck that he squeezes body wash onto his hand with a little too much enthusiasm, causing it to drip off and onto the slick tile floor, just before someone comes around the corner and joins him in the chorus, startling him.

He jumps, right foot sliding in the soap, and he can’t counterbalance himself fast enough on exhausted legs to do anything but fall—which would have been fine, if he hadn’t hit his head on the shower knobs on the way down. But he does, and he must black out for a second because when he comes to, there’s a very hot, very naked man kneeling next to him, and Buck would like to die very much because this stranger’s dick is right next to his head and what his traitorous mind chooses to say is “sorry, this isn’t how I usually pick up men.”

Apparently, his prayers for a swift death go unanswered, but tall, hot, and naked just laughs. “Sorry for surprising you, man. Can you look up here for me? Track my fingers?”

“Hot and a doctor?” Buck asks, because if he’s in this far he might as well just keep going. Shame can come later, when he’s drowning himself in whatever alcohol is in the cupboard to forget about this moment.

“Former paramedic,” the man answers, grinning. “So definitely not as rich as you’re thinking. Can I touch your head?”

“You can touch anything you want,” he says, and then “if loss of common sense is a symptom of a concussion, you should probably call 911.”

There’s laughter, and then the man’s hands are cupping his neck, lifting it gently and prodding his fingers around. “A little swelling,” he says, “but no bleeding. Honestly, you seem pretty good for someone who hit their head that hard. Anyone at home that can watch you for a few hours?”

Buck allows himself to be helped up and resists the urge to drown himself. “I’m heading into work in a little bit,” he says. “I’ll let them know. Thanks a lot.”

“I can give you a ride if you need—”

“I live just down the street,” Buck says, embarrassment catching up to him now that they’re standing in the small shower stall, too close together for no real reason. “But thanks, I appreciate it.”

He dresses quickly—carefully, not wanting a repeat of the shower incident, but quickly—and leaves, shampoo still in his hair. Whatever, he can shower at home, he just needs to get out of this locker room.

Hen’s still on shift when he makes it in to the 118 two hours later, going straight for the coffee maker and downing two cups; he tells her briefly that he hit his head, giving no other details, and she fusses over him for a few minutes before she also declares him to be fine.

It’s a slow day for the most part, just two calls until lunch, when Bobby comes jogging up the stairs while Buck is digging through the refrigerator, hoping to find leftovers. He’ll steal Chim’s if he has to, but he had sworn there was some leftover lasagne from the night before. “Alright, listen up,” Bobby says, “this is Eddie Diaz from the 136, he’s ours for the week. Buck, show him the ropes.”

“Sure thing, Cap,” he calls, pulling out the hidden pan of lasagna triumphantly and turning around—

“Hey,” says tall, dark, and very much dressed. “How’s the head?”

Buck is so screwed.

#buddie fic #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #meet ugly??#entirely unedited #i wrote this in an hour to challenge myself so now you have to read this disaster i'm sorry #this is just a lot of silliness

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sulkybbarnes · 4 years

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Dinner was a quiet and unusually tense affair.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you figure out why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ickletheficklepickle · 3 years

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Listen, I just need it to be Monday.

I’m usually never excited for Monday because it means going back to work.

But if it’s Monday-I can finally find out what happens on OG 911 and I can have my brain stop with what the hell happens with Eddie and why Buck was crying.

Ill get to know what happens with Maddie.

If Bobby and Athena make up.

I need all these burning questions answered. And my brain will stop waking up in the dead of night with episode speculations.

And then with the finale a new flood gate of man now I gotta wait and how are they going to do this will most likely open up.

But I just want to burning need of the main questions answered.

1)Does Maddie get the help she needs?

2) Do Bobby and Athena make up?

3) Why is Buck crying?

4) Eddie? And what happens to him overall.

(I also need to distract my mind with the bad shit that went down on Twitter this morning)

So! I am going to answer my own questions. And manifest what I think or would like to happen. So here’s another round of episode speculations cause I have nothing better to do haha.

1) I think she does. I hope she does. I think Chim can see she’s clearly upset, he is pretty good at recognizing when someone is upset. Especially when it comes to Maddie. I remember reading that she makes a big decision. I think the big decision is taking a breaking from work going and getting help. I think going to work isn’t helping either, hearing those distress calls probably isn’t helpful for her mental well being either. I don’t want her to fully leave, because I love the damn Buckley-Han unit snd I’m so not ready for something to be thrown in. I think it would be so sweet for Albert to step in snd help.

Also, if I don’t get my Uncle Buck meets Jee-Yun moment I will scream. Like I will be perfectly happy if all my things that I want to happen didn’t happen, if it means o get a Uncle Buck meets Jee-Yun!

2) I think they do, I think with the LAFD in danger, Athena is going to open to Bobby. Parallels here people! To when Athena got hurt, I think with Bobby actively in danger, on his own it’s going to make her realize oh this is what Bobby must’ve felt like. No wonder why he did “x-y-z”. They work it out and converse. Heart to heart. Please!!

3) I know that it seems so out of character of Chris to lash out in anger, anger. Like when he upset with Eddie that was a “oh I’m mad at you”, let me go and just ignore you. Here I’m talking about full on anger. I think that, he’s going to be upset with Buck. Buck promised that people go and come back, and here is Buck telling him about his dad. His dad who got shot, which is not oh “hey Ima be back so quick” type situation . I work with kids, when they are upset they say things in the heat of the moment because they are still learning to manage their emotions and self regulate. (If I had a dollar for every time a child told me “I hate you” or “I don’t like you anymore!” I could retire). OR something left field happens, he just stares in stunned silence and walks out of the room and manages to slam the door on his way out. OR he is the one who manages to reassure Buck. (Is it bad that I’m going for the he gets mad option).

4) I really want Eddie to survive and I would like a PTSD arc. I want the nightmares, the jumping and jitters. Triggers. Anything.

Like in lone star with Judd! I got mad in one episode when they said “Fall back!”. I legit screamed “stop saying that!! Last time Juddy said that he lost his whole crew!”

Like a hyper more vigilant Eddie. He hears something backfire, he jumps. Someone nudges him from behind, he freaks out. Nightmares.

Bonus: The Buddie shipper in me wants, him to realize that he is in love with his best friend and how does he navigate that, these newish feelings.

And I just, this last episode, I started to like Ana and with watching the Suspicion episode, you could see her when the Diaz Boys had their reunion with Carla. Her expression and body expression totally read an “outsider looking in” type thing.

I think a friendship with her and Eddie would be great. Much like Buck with Taylor, it’s nice to have that friendship unit outside of the 118. I mean, if Eddie has that “oh” moment it would be great. But for Ana to realize the too, would be such another parallel. Like Ali with Buck. This time there’s a kid involved. I think Ana likes spending time with Chris, but I don’t think she’s fully ready yet to step into that mom role. And I could be wrong cause we haven’t seen her character be as fleshed out. But I don’t think Chris would be ready for that either.

I think it would also be important for Buck and his trauma to be brought up, but I also don’t want to it be heavily focused on. I see him as talking about it with Dr. Copeland but also not fully acknowledging it, because he’s more heavily focused on Eddie and Chris. Then is worried about Maddie.

This is a lot snd I don’t think they’ll fit all of it into one damn episode. But to build the stepping stone into the fifth season, would be pretty awesome.

Overall-If none of this happens. Alright cool. But can I at least get one thing, Uncle Buck snd Jee-Yun meet! That’s like all I want now, out of anything haha.

Also, how is Hen coming along in Med School?!?

#911 fox #911 spoilers #episode speculation #ickle rants #911: lone star #that’s just to be on the safe side #I briefly talk about Judd Ryder

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magic-number-3 · 4 years

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okay so i actually did watch a few episodes of 911 this week without liveblogging them but i did take notes as if i was liveblogging and then just,,, didnt lmao so in case anyone cares about my thoughts im going to share them anyway asdlfkjsdl mostly i think they’ll just be fun to look at later

2x02

CHRISTOPHER CAN BE ON SCREEN FOR 2 SECONDS AND I LITERALLY LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Eddie Diaz is soooooo fuckin dreamy i stgggggg

“I cant order you guys to go inside that building and im not gonna judge you if you decide not to” “Hen, you got a kid, so...” “Yeah. And I’d hope if someone whose job it was to save him they’d do it. No matter what.” QUEEN SHIT 😤😤😤

Marvin you on thin ice but you right; you a king

IM GOOD COACH HEART OF A CHAMPION WHY AM I CRYING

HEART OF CHAMP I AM CRYING AND THEY ALL KEEP SAYING IT BACK TO HIM IM- IM FRAGILE RN. LITERALLY WHY DID EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS ARC MAKE ME SO EMO

NOT HENRIETTA. FUCK

2x03

MADDIE I BELIEVE IN YOU YOU GOT THIS QUEEN

“They could really use a miracle today” “I might just have a few of those left. I see them.” ALSKFKGKS crying why is the dialogue so good in this show???

FUCK. RUSS ITS YOUR DAY OFF

Russ gonna die im calling it. They saved the athlete and they’ll probably save the little girl?? So hes not gonna make it. At least hen is okay

“Even i couldnt save me. You dont know me, but im good.” “Oh yeah? Well maybe im better”

FUCK. I called it but it still hurts

CLOSE CALL WITH THAT ELEVATOR OMGGG

ALL OF THAT ENDING??? WE CAN BE HEROES SLAPS AND IK WE BEEN KNEW BUT ALDJFKFKSKJ everything about the end to that episode is so 👌👌👌 i wanna cry

EDDIE RUNNING TO HIS BOYYYYYYYY IM

ATHENA AND BOBBY HELL YEAHHHHH the husband is a straight g pullin thru for him like that

2x04

OMG CHRISTOPHER AND EDDIE IM 🥺🥺🥺

Also Christopher is such. Lil cutie

THEIR LITTLE FAMILY!! THE ABUELA?

“These fire guys are totally hot” LAKJDFKAL I MEAN YOURE RIGHT

AKJDKLASDJ YOU LIVE IN YOUR INVISIBLE GIRLFRIENDS HOUSE AND YOURE TELLING ME ABOUT WEAK EXCUSES. THAT SMUG LOOK ON EDDIES FACE IM ASLKFJSAL

Oh sheet Eddies abuela 😞

Every interaction between Eddie and Christopher got me like 🥺🥺🥺

Okay how are you not supposed to ship Buddie they’re talking about being single together and then his aunt telling buck about how ‘he’s a saint’ and all that??? THATS SUCH ROMANTIC INTEREST SHIT. WHEN DO YOU HAVE A FAMILY MEMBER GUSHING TO A MAIN CHARACTER AND THAT CHARACTER ISNT THE LOVE INTEREST????

HE BROUGHT CHRISTOPHER TO WORK AWWWWW!! THEYRE GOING ON A MISSION TOGETHER

Oooh I love this song STUCK IN THE MIDDLE WITH YOU

“Now I feel kind of lame” “BECAUSE YOU ARE” LMAO HEN

Ooooh yeah why do you call him chim???

BOBBY AND CHRISTOPHER. CHIM AND CHRISTOPHER. THIS IS SO CUTE

AWE EDDIE AND CAP

BOY CRUSH ON EDDIE ADLSJFLDKS

Awe good for Maddie omg 🥺🥺🥺

CHIMNEY IS A MODERN MEDICAL MIRACLE???? I mean good for him bro figured lol but for it to be said out loud shittttttt

AKSFJALSDK TATIANA SHES FUCKING MARRIED YOURE KIDDING ME HOW QUICKLY DID YOU GET MARRIED AFTER BREAKING UP WITH CHIM

alkjsdskla im losing it over Tatiana

Awww now this is sad :( chim’s got noboddddddy

Sdkljfas Buck you have GOT to move out of Abby’s place dude

‘I had a life-altering trauma and her life got altered. All I got was the trauma.’ THATS SUCH A GOOD LINE SPEAK YOUR TRUTH CHIM

YOURE MY FRIEND SHES YOUR EX. YOU GET TO FORGIVE AND MOVE ON I GET TO HOLD A GRUDGE UNTIL THE DAY I DIE ALSKFDSDA

Chim 🥺 awe. “Wakes me up in the middle of the night”. Buddy :( CAPS GOT YA

CARLAAAAAAAAAA HELL YEA

“BESIDES THAT PERFECT BONE STRUCTURE” SDKAFSJA

like. Fuck Tatiana. But also good for her. And Chim gets to start to move on!! That was a really sweet scene

Aw Bobby gets Athena ^-^

This was such a good fucking episode yo. Like the way the idea of being stuck had to do with the 911s lives while also all of the calls they went one were being physically stuck and the way the proposal instigated Chim’s breakdown to allow him to finally move on…. just. Excellent television!!!!

So proud of Maddie!!!! So proud of everybody this episode :)

Buck yeah you gotta move out buddy

2x05

ASKFJHASJLAD this has gotta be fake im sdlfkjsaldk

LMAOOOO THIS BITCH she’s gonna end up actually getting hurt

OMFGGGGGGGG this bitch had it coming

DONT WE KNOW YOUUUUUUUUU THE PORCH PIRATE?? ASLDKJFALKSS

What is this girls fucking problem with Maddie lmaaooooooo fuck off

Awe this lady with the muffin or whatever is so sweet. This places Celine dion 😂😂😂 queen

Lmao wait why is she actually horrible 😂😭😭

BUCKETTE LMAOOOOO

Omg Maddie and Athena are so fun

THEYRE PROTESTING HOMOSEXUALITY??? WHAT THE FUCK

HES A FUCKING RACIST TOO???

I CAN HELP YOU WITH THE SWEDISH HALF BUT I DONT KNOW WHICH HALF THAT IS SLKDFJASLK EDDIE

I love Maddie and Athena so much alsdkfj

WHATS HER FACE? EVA? STRAIGHT UP BITCH JFC

Gloria im sorry but you’re getting what you deserve.

LKAJSDALKS. “People who yell and scream and cry and expect you to do something for them” GIRL YOU ARE LITERALLY A 911 RESPONDER THAT IS YOUR GOT DAMN JOB???

“Do they ever think of anything but themselves and what they need?” THEY ARE USUALLY DYING GLORIA

“SNITCHES GET STITCHES” JEEZ WOMAN

I feel so bad for Hen and Karen :( Eva can fuck off dude. Can’t they get sharing rights with the dad? I mean yeah it sucks that Eva is just doing this to fuck em over but like.. the dad still deserves to get to know his son if he wants to. Though Eva would probably try to stay with him just to turn Denny against Hen and Karen… UGHHHHHH

Lil denny :( aw Hen. I love her sm

Hen what u doing girl…. Cant it make the case more difficult if you keep interacting with Eva?

I love Karen and Hen sm 🥺

WHAT YOU DOING HEN. ARE YOU JUST GONNA LEAVE HER???

YOURE FINGERPRINTS ARE ON HER NOW DUDE. GO BACK

Ugh I hate that she lived but it was the right thing to do….

“I save awful people every day its my job” Hell yeah girl

SHES GOING BACK TO JAIL HELL YEAH

Dont love cheering for her going back tho jail can be terrible…. But at least she’ll be out of Karen and hens lives. we’re not meant to think too deeply about this is.

LOVE MADDIE AND ATHENA

GLORIA IS THE FUCKING WORST

oh…. gloria… damn.

Cant you just share custody?? :( I mean it sucks but like… just talk to him.

“Yeah people can be awful… but not everyone is awful… but you’ll never know what kind of person someone is unless you give them the chance to show you” :(

WOW THE DAD IS THE FUCKING BEST?? HELL YEAH

ATHENA AND BOOBBY ARE SO FUCKING CUTE

Wow the last shot of the episode thats like the long shot at the dinner table with the narration was real fucking good :( im emo.

2x06

ADSLFJLK;ALSD. BUCK THOUGHT SHE WAS CALLING EDDIE CUTE BUT SHE MEANT CHIMNEY

listen. I do know what happens between those two and I am very excited.

Oh no maddies so anxiousssss

Buck fangirling over this reporter lady im asldkjflksad

“But the way they cared for me, thats what kept me alive” :( Hen :(

Omg are Athenas kids like the same age as Bobbys :(

SOMEONE SENT THEM EDIBLES????? OMFGGGGGG

OH NO CHIM IS THE ONLY ONE THATS SOBER

THIS WOMAN HAS A HIGH HEEL STICKING OUT OF HER FACE EWWWW ITS SO GROSS

DID THESE BEAUTY QUEENS SHRINK OR ARE WE SUDDENLY GIANTS ALKDSJFLKAKL

TEEN TINY THE WAY HIS VOICE FUCKING CRACKED

SDKFJSKDA THEYRE ALL FUCKING HIGH IM

HIGH BOBBY IS SO FUCKIN FUNNY

Oh no eddies upsetttttt 😂

This is fucking HILARIOUS

Oh no bobbyyyyyyyy :((((((

Awe the news piece was so nice

CHIMNEY AND MADDIEEEEEEE

Oh shes got a fucking POPCORN MAKER IM SO JEALOUS

Wow Taylor was really going to use the footage :/

“Just get a room already” BUCK NOOOO DUDE

The way bobby always fist bumps Athenas son whenever they say hello/goodbye. So fun 🥺good content right there

DONT TELL ME THEYRE GONNA ASK HIM TO BE IN THE PIC????

OMGGGGG BOBBYYYYYYY IM CRYINGGGGGG

AWE AND THE FUCKING SONG; WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE YOU MAKE ROOM YOU PROBABLY NEVER LOVED SOMEONE LIKE I DO

#LONG POST #LONG ASS POST #lol #ellie liveblogs #911 #my posts

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detectivecarlosreyes · 4 years

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Incidental Free Falling

Ao3 | 1.1k

Day 3: “Hold on to me.” + hurt - It just happened to be one of those nights where nothing went the way it was supposed to, and unfortunately for Buck, his night ends at the hospital.

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The night wasn’t supposed to go the way it did.

They were called to a time-sensitive call of a young man having a bad trip from some kind of hallucinogen. He had managed to get to the roof of his apartment complex in his paranoid state and was currently panicking at the edge of the rooftop.

Buck had already pulled on his harness by the time they made it to the building. As soon as the truck stopped, he was on the move, collecting gear with Chim and Eddie hot on his heels as the three of them takes the stairs two at a time to get to the roof.

It becomes apparent as soon as they enter the same space as the teenager that he was in a precarious situation, walking along the roof edge saying how he didn’t want the police to get him for illegally streaming tv shows. It seemed like a rather innocuous reason for him to be so agitated, but it is what it is when hallucinogens are involved.

Over the radio, Bobby warned them that they had the emergency pillow activated, but with the way the kid was moving between the two sides of the building, there was no telling that if he fell, he’d fall on the right side. They would need to try to talk him down instead.

Buck was watching the young man carefully as he teetered at the edge while Eddie and Chim set up an anchor point for his rope. He was the only one to see the kid miss a step and start to go over the side as he overbalanced when his foot touched nothing but air.

Buck was running as soon saw it, and everything felt like it happened in slow motion after that.

“Buck, wait!” There was no time for waiting he had taken off before they had the rope secured to his harness. He hears Chim and Eddie follow behind him just as he’d managed to reach the guy just in time to snag a handful of his shirt, but there was already too much momentum and they both went over the side and it was the side without the pillow.

Buck managed to catch hold of the edge of the building as the two of them went over. Almost instantly, he feels both Eddie and Chim gripping his arm to keep them from falling but the kid, Jason, was panicking and it took everything in Buck not to lose the grip on his shirt.

“Jason, stop, look up at me alright, don’t look down at them.” He calls to him between gritted teeth and somehow gets him to stop struggling.

“Hold on to me. Reach your hand up and try and get a hold on my harness.” Buck continues. Thankfully the kid listened and did as he was told.

Buck was already feeling the strain on his shoulders, and despite the hold Eddie and Chim had on his arm as they try to find purchase to bring them both up, he could feel his hand and their grip slipping.

“Alright Jason, on the count of three, I’m going to try and pull you up enough that you can reach up and grab my friend’s hand, okay?” Buck says to Jason when he lessons the weight Buck had on his bottom arm by gripping his harness. He turns his attention to Chim, “Chim did you get that?”

Chim called down an affirmative and Buck feels his grip slip again when Chim lets go of his arm, leaving Eddie to take over completely on keeping hold of Buck. In a last-ditch effort, Buck thrusts Jason upwards, thanking his lucky stars that the kid was relatively light and watched as Chim gets a hold of him.

The problem after that happened in a split second. In that movement, Buck had dislodged his grip on the edge of the building and he felt Eddie’s grips slip at the suddenness of it and he could hear Eddie's shocked shout, calling his name. And then he was falling.

It was a short fall, shorter than he expected, but it didn’t change the fact that he felt the shock of the impact throughout his body, the back of his head bouncing off the metal surface. Both of his shoulders were on fire and his back throbbed from the way he landed flat on it not to mention his head as well.

It takes him a long moment to come back to his senses, with his vision slowly returning after the impact. With a long suffering groan, Buck looks around while trying not to move to discover that he’d landed on a fire escape platform. The owners of the adjacent apartment building, peering at him in shock through the window.

He waves awkwardly to them and gingerly gestures for them to open the window, so he could talk to them before radioing to explain where exactly he landed with the help of the owners. Eddie appeared rapidly after that, looking shocked, relieved, and concerned all at once, seeing him in his unmoving state.

He gives him a once over, confirming that there weren’t any obvious breaks but easily decides to keeps him where he is regardless and orders for a basket to brought over to get Buck down.

“You’re an idiot, you know that right?” He ends up saying as they wait.

“Yeah, I know,” Buck agrees, knowing there was no point in arguing over it when they had so many times before about his recklessness, “but you know I would do it again if it means that Jason ends up safe.”

Eddie shakes his head at him, letting out a resigned huff, “Of course you would.”

“Just don’t ever make me do that again, I would rather not be in the position of dropping my boyfriend off the side of a building.”

“Okay, I’ll try not to, cross my heart and hope to die,” Buck replies as he mockingly crosses his heart in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Eddie rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “You’re an idiot.” He repeats but Buck could see the smile playing on his lips as the basket arrives. And then he busies himself getting Buck in the basket, and in a practiced move that they use during work hours, briefly kisses his fingers and touches them to Buck’s lips before lowering him down to the ground.

Buck once again ends up at the hospital after that.

He learned that he’d strained the muscles in his shoulders and one of his biceps, which came at no surprise to him, but he was thankfully cleared of any other injuries except for a concussion. He was also told he would likely have some bruising forming over the next few days.

And they were right. Most of his back ended up being covered in stripes of bruises shaped from the lines of the metal platform he fell on. Everything about him ached and he knew was going to be sore for a while, but that was alright with him as long as a life was saved.

#evanweek2020 #ew2020 #Evan Buckley #Eddie Diaz #Chimney Han #jess writes #my fic #userkourt #userkimmy #911 fic

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bratzkoo · 4 years

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delivery! (ii)

Author: bratzkoo | credits to @monvante for the banner!

Pairing: pizza delivery guy! jungkook x reader, reader x seokjin

Genre: fluff, comedy (i think?), semi-angst

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings/note: obsession with pizza, swearing, there has been a huge misunderstanding with who the reader is in love with, seokjin is oblivious with the readers feelings, jungkook being the other half of the busan torture device, i made some changes with their ages, it’s a highschool! au but there will be an eventual time skip.

chapter summary: You didn’t have the heart to tell Jungkook that you made a terrible mistake of accidentally confessing to him instead of Seokjin. Fast forward to school day, you see something very upsetting in the cafeteria.

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“Kook?” You ask surprise when you see him standing outside your door. Correction, standing outside your door holding flowers!

“I got you pink roses, it’s the first bouquet I saw at the flower on my way here.” He says.

You accept the flowers and invite him in your house, letting him sit on your couch.

“You,” He clears his throat. “You look very pretty.”

The compliment makes you blush, “Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.” Then there was an awkward silence.

“I’ll go-- I’ll go grab something to drink.” You tell him and he nods, you almost sprint towards the kitchen so you could escape from the awkwardness in the living room.

When you arrive in the kitchen you quickly check your phone to investigate why Jungkook showed up at your doorstep instead of Seokjin.

call logs:

Pizzeria’s

Papi Seokie

You facepalm when you see Pizzeria’s as your last call. You confessed to Jungkook! A person you barely know. All you know about him is that he always delivers your pizza and that Jimin makes his life difficult by abandoning him during weekend night shifts... Now, apparently, he likes you enough for him to agree to dating you! You curse at yourself for being dumb drunk.

You grab two glasses and put mango juice on one and water on the other (you want to pour your mom’s herbal supplement but you need to have a sober mind to even think of a way to fix this). You take the two glasses in the living room and you see Jungkook sitting quietly on the sofa. He reminds you of a baby bunny, you almost cooed. Almost.

You hand him the glass and he smells the liquid.

”Mango.” He says after sniffing it.

”Yup.” You confirm, you sit down beside him taking a sip from your water.

Jungkook clears his throat, “So, when did you start liking me?”

Water comes through your nose from being startled by his question, you should have known every time he clears his throat he’s going to say something startling.

Jungkook hands you tissues from the coffee table looking guilty from what he asked you. “I’m sorry, did I shock you?”

”No! no! it’s okay.” You say, your nose hurts from the water and it hurts you to see him looking guilty when you’re the one who is supposed to be one. You wrongly confessed to him for crying out loud!

You were planning to tell him about how you were too drunk to even notice you dialed the wrong number, that you didn’t actually like him that way, and that the one you really like is a senior in your school. But when he gives you a smile.

”I actually like you since I delivered pizza at your house and you nagged Jimin about helping me out than leaving me alone during weekend night shifts.” He confesses, adorably so.

You’re taken aback by his confession.

”You did?” You ask. You bite your lips from letting your curiosity take over, you want to know less about him so it won’t make you feel more horrible when you tell him you confessed to him wrongly through the phone.

”I did!” He says. “You’re so pretty and kind, that I was curious about you. Jimin talks about you all the time.”

He’s being all smiley, making you hate the idea of telling him the truth and hurting his feelings. You decide not to tell him today and brainstorm the whole weekday on how to tell him the news gently.

You zone out the whole time he’s talking, debating if you’re really crazy to actually think of doing a grand gesture of breaking up with this guy.

When Monday comes you’re actually relieved to have the next five days to plan out Operation: Telling Jungkook the Truth but in Tiny or TJTT for short.

Jimin didn’t come to your house during the weekends because his dad made him attend his aunt’s two day birthday party, so when he slumps in his seat next to you during lunch he demands an explanation for everything.

”You have a lot of explaining to do, young lady.”

Finding no reason to tell him in a different way, you tell him the truth plainly.”I accidentally confessed to Jungkook.”

”Are you crazy, bitch?!” He exclaims.

”No,” You reply. “I was drunk.”

”You need to stop drinking from your mom’s herbal supplement.”

”Too late. Now I need to figure out how to tell Jungkook the truth.”

”You are a crazy bitch.” He massages his forehead from the stress you’re causing him.

“Don’t insult me right now and help me.” You plead.

“Bitch, you are my best friend, my ride or die, my main bitch, my b--”

“Just get to the point, Chim.” You interrupt him, he glares at you.

“I’m not letting you hurt Jungkook.”

“What do you want me to do then? I don’t want him to hurt even more if he finds out I don’t like him that way.”

“At least try to like him, you can’t have both Jungkook and Seokjin,” Jimin stops to bite his lip, something he tends to do before delivering bad news. “Seokjin’s unavailable now anyways.”

You look at him confused, “What do you mean--?”

“Jin!” You hear someone holler the love of your life’s name, you see your friend Sana smiling. Everyone stares as she makes her way towards Jin, her hair sways elegantly as she does. Sana is effortlessly beautiful.

Jin smiles and gives her a kiss on the cheeks. Your face drops, your hands tightening your hold around your fork.

“I never liked that bitch.” Jimin angrily whispers, eyeing Sana’s flirtatious actions with Jin.

“What’s happening?” You ask Jimin, you don’t know if you’re confused or angry or betrayed. You watch Sana eat lunch with him today and with his friends, blatantly ignoring you as she talks with all of them.

“That.” Jimin discreetly points towards them. “They’re dating now, apparently.”

“Oh.” You breathe out. You try and proceed to finish your food, opting to shut up while eating the rest of it.

“Jin, you’re the sweetest!” You think Sana raised her voice intentionally for you to hear but you confirm it by looking at her side glancing towards your direction.

This is just great, you thought, just fucking great. It’s not like Sana is someone you trust and someone who you thought would be one of your best friends. It’s not like Seokjin is the love of your life and what you thought would be your future husband. Not like that, no. Your mind is going into a sarcasm spiral to prevent yourself from stabbing someone from your overwhelming feelings.

“Chim--”

“I know. Let’s go.” The both of you stand from your seats and walk out of the cafeteria.

Jimin hugs you protectively when you start to cry the moment you step outside.

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blu-joons · 4 years

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He Comforts You After A Breakup ~ Best Friend!Park Jimin

“Y/N, I’m here to put that smile back on your face!” His voice shouted, using the spare key he had to your flat to let himself in, sighing when he saw the sight of it. All the lights were off, your living room was a mess, breaking his heart.

He walked through to your bedroom where he found you curled up in a ball, a blanket was draped loosely over you, a couple of tissues were discarded just in front of you too.

You turned to face him, smiling weakly. “What are you doing here?” You asked, groaning as he threw himself down beside you.

He placed the bags he’d bought on the floor, opening his arm out, pulling you into his side, resting his head on top of yours. You tried desperately to fight back the tears, enjoying the hold your best friend had over you, it was absolutely what you needed in your moment of heartbreak.

“I can’t believe that idiot broke up with you,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head.

You’d been with your boyfriend for almost four years, if you were honest, you began to think about marriage, only for him to dump you the night before last night, explaining how he wasn’t ready to settle down, and perhaps you needed to find someone who wanted the same thing.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, bringing your face up to look at his, wiping the few tears that had fallen, some of many over the past several hours. “Don’t lie to me either, be honest with me.”

Your mouth opened to speak, but words didn’t follow, you hadn’t spoken to anyone about your breakup except a quick text to him, somehow speaking of it felt all the more real.

“I don’t know,” was all you managed to say before tears fell. Jimin was quick to react, wiping them away, grabbing another tissue from the packet that was on your bedside table.

As soon as he could he was round to yours, when he got the text he quickly excused himself from work, made a quick stop at the shop to grab all the things he knew would cheer you up, before speeding along every road in order to get to your house as quickly as he could.

He didn’t know the right things to say as he looked at your tired and upset eyes. “I’ve bought some snacks, and a movie we can watch, try and clear your mind for a bit.”

“You don’t need to do this Chim,” you sighed, “you’ve probably got a hundred and one more things that you need to do rather than stay here with me.”

He shook his head, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “there is no way I am going anywhere whilst you are like this, you are my best friend, and I am not leaving this place until I see that smile back on your face. He never deserved you, he’s the one who’s lost here.”

You smiled appreciatively across at him, feeling him squeeze you tightly, leaning across the bed, pulling out the two bars of chocolate that he’d bought to try and cheer you up. He opened the packet, breaking off a few pieces, feeding them into your mouth.

“I know that it’s hard now, you spent a long period of your life with him, but I know when your heart mends you’ll realise that this is for the best. I always thought you could do better than him,” he told you, tickling against your sides.

The two of you sat up, huddling under the blanket, “it just hurts so much, I thought we’d end the year maybe getting engaged, not having to rebuild a new relationship all over again.”

“Things don’t always work out the way we want them to, but I’m a firm believer in that everything happens for a reason. It hurts now, but it will get easier, trust me,” he reminded you, resting you against his side, “I’ll always be here for you to cheer you up too.”

You truly believed you won the lottery finding Jimin as a best friend, he was everything you needed in life to stand by your side. “I would be a mess right now if I didn’t have you here to look after me and keep me company.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he reminded you.

Whilst you enjoyed the chocolate he bought, he grabbed your laptop and began to set up a film for you to watch, the romance category was quickly ignored, instead he browsed through the comedies to put a smile back on your face.

“I know you might not want to smile just yet, but hopefully this will do a good job in making you forget about everything,” he encouraged, placing play on the film.

His arms were around you throughout it all, every so often his eyes would look down at you to make sure you were alright, your smile wasn’t back on your face just yet, but you still giggled at a few moments in the film.

He was determined to be there for you, you were his best friend, and he knew how bad your relationship was. Whilst he never wanted to stand in the way of your happiness, he always thought that there was someone better out there for you, more compatible.

The film came to an end, a small yawn escaped from you, sleep had been minimal, your mind had been racing far too much to even think of being able to close your eyes for a bit of rest.

“Shall I stay tonight?” He offered, spotting you yawn, empathising with how tired you must be in your state.

You shook your head, you couldn’t expect something like that from him, but he had a serious expression on his face, cupping the side of your face. “You don’t need to stay, it’s fine.”

“You need me, so I’m going to be here for you,” he assured you, “I wasn’t asking you, I was telling you.” He closed the laptop down, moving the blanket away from you. “You can sleep in here, and I’ll go and sleep on the sofa.

You frowned across at him, but he was too stubborn not to stay with you. “I’ll be alright you know, tonight has been exactly what I needed. You’ve got work and the band, you don’t need to stay with me moping around the place, I’ll get over this just like I always do.”

“I can make time for everyone, but you need me the most,” he assured you.

You nodded, snaking your arms around him, cuddling into his side. He smiled down at you, resting his head on top of yours, running his hand along your side. Eventually you’d heal, he knew you would, you were strong and independent, and possessed plenty of qualities that someone would love in you and spend the rest of their life with you.

“Maybe tomorrow you could come to the studio with me, I’m sure the boys would love to see you, and it would be good for you to get out of here,” he suggested, looking down at you.

You hummed, squeezing your arms tighter around him, “I don’t want to get in your way Jimin, you’re doing far too much for me as it is right now.”

“You’re my best friend, I can’t just abandon you, I’m always going to be there for you, never forget that, will you?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

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