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[tawaifeddiediaz]

EVAN BUCKLEY + this suit

(for @madamewriterofwrongs)

[Image ID: three square gifs of Evan Buckley from 9-1-1 episode 5.18, "Starting Over", dressed up for Hen and Karen's vow renewel. He is wearing a blue suit with a white polo shirt underneath. /end ID]

[oneawkwardcookie]

There! Right there! Look at that tanned, well tended skin Look at the killer shape he's in Look at that slightly stubbly chin Oh, please, he's gay Totally gay!

For @madamewriterofwrongs​, after I was introduced to Legally Blonde the Musical and got this idea stuck in my head!

[aceofwhump]

Best buck injured and Bobby taking care of him fics

Annnnnnnnnnd go

There is not nearly enough of them out there!!! Here are my favorites where Buck is in need of some Bobby caretaking:

Radio Silence by madamewriterofwrongs Summary: “Don’t worry, we’re on our way to you.” “No.” His halting voice echoed through the radios gathered around the truck and everyone stopped. Eddie kept running. “The whole quadrant’s unstable. Sweep’s done. It’s not safe.” Bobby was going to have a long talk with him about his self-sacrificing habits. For now, he kept his words calm and authoritative; for both their sakes. “None of that, you just hold still. Are you injured?” There was silence. Around him, the paramedics and firefighters of the 118 waited with bated breath. “Pretty bad.” There was little humor in his voice, though they could hear him trying. “My head. And uh, hahaha,” his laughter came as a gust of air. “I’ve been impaled?”

Thicker Than Blood by altschmerzes Summary: Bobby and Buck are in a parking garage when part of the structure collapses, trapping them both inside. The collapse itself isn't too bad. The problem is that Bobby can't find Buck, and is too concussed to remember that Buck is no longer on the blood thinners that could make even a minor injury lethal. Bobby struggles to communicate to the incident commander outside, a stranger, as well as to Athena, exactly why it's so important that he remain inside the collapse. But Buck's never left him behind, even when ordered to. He's not about to betray that in return.

you never said i wouldn't go through it (just that i wouldn't be alone) by jcp_sob_rjl_lmep Summary: Buck woke up abruptly, staring at the ceiling, hands already clutching his chest. His heart pounded and his lungs heaved for air. What was it that Coma Hen had told him? That maybe his panic attack hadn’t been a panic attack at all, but his real body going through something? Buck was pretty sure this one was a real panic attack. aka, Buck wakes up from a nightmare and needs to know Bobby is alive.

The Future is Brighter than any Flashback by SilvertonguedClotpole Summary: "No dramatics" Bobby had made them promise- this would be a perfectly happy and fun BBQ that the entire crew was in desperate need of- and so, of course, something had to go and happen, right?! How could a simple handmade 'gift from the heart' from Chris end with Buck spiraling in Bobby's arms in the middle of Athena's back yard? With memories and insecurities that he had hidden away drowning him like the tsunami had tried to and the weight of losing Chris, and nearly Maddie, and Eddie finally taking its toll.

Are we destined to burn or will we last the night? by Mellaithwen Summary: Spoilers for 4x14 Survivors Bobby expects to find Buck pacing the corridors, tuned into the singular frequency of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie — his panic and fear coming off of him in waves — but instead, he finds him hovering off to one-side, standing so still and so silent that Bobby almost hadn’t noticed there was anyone there at all... Mehta had said that Buck wasn’t injured, he’d said that he needed the sweatshirt, that he was shaken up, but…this? Bobby's not sure he’s ever gonna forget the image of what his youngest firefighter looks like covered in his best friend's blood. aka Bobby arrives at the hospital just after Eddie’s been shot, and tries to deal with the fallout.

[buddieunderratedgem]

Kiss it better

Author: madamewriterofwrongs

Words 1k

Submitted by anon

Summary

All it would take is one kiss to make Eddie forgive him.

Set during the grocery store scene in 3x05

[captainofthefallen]

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#(i finally am actually playing the damn game after hearing about it for months which of course means i actually understand this stuff now)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Music Tag Game

🎶new tag game - list your 3 favourite songs at the moment and tag 5 people 🎶 

Tagged by @madamewriterofwrongs, thank you my dear!

Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil

Look, I already liked the new album. And then I listened to the words on this song and by god it’s Revanasi as fuck. End me.

Ice Fight by Jeff Williams

This one gets to be my RvB song because it’s my favorite piece from all the soundtracks and also my favorite fight scene. Absolute banger

The new Critical Role theme

Look, they’re dorks. This intro is both extremely cool and the dorkiest thing I’ve ever seen and I love it. And the song slaps.

Tagging, because yes I’m still supposed to be working but 5 is less than 9: @haledamage, @queen-scribbles, @shimmer-like-agirl, @nightingaletrash, @devilishlyoperatic

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#4

See the full post

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#3

I’m being Very Normal about this screenshot

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#2

Constantin: *drinks the potion*

Me:

77 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Also

I’m cackling

254 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

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[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I'd say a 10. Oh wait, I thought you asked how much do all your top shelves miss you. You're like a -5 on the intimidation scale.

...you'll be hearing from my lawyers.

[diazactually]

Once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly, and send it to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable). SPREAD POSITIVITY! ♡

oh okay

i’m trying to be normal about this

but the way my heart sped up when i saw a notification from you! you are one of the people i admire most but only dare to from afar and this seriously feels like being talked to by a crush or something

thank you so much❤️

alright 5 things

- i’m a decent cook

- i’m hard-working at uni

- i was brave enough to start a conversation first with my now close friends

- therapy helped me in saying no and standing up for myself

- i’m proud of myself for coming out and accepting my sexuality

[eddiesdiaz]

If I may request: Eddie realizing he's in love with Buck after he catches him singing (badly). Both of them realizing how big a dork they are for each other. I just want something sweet and sappy related to music. ❤💜

not gonna lie i’ve been struggling with writing so much lately, but for you, my love? anything. in other news: evan buckley is a taylor stan, you can’t change my mind (also super huge shoutout to @firefighterbuckleydiaz for reading this and convincing me not to throw the entire thing in the trash when i was tempted to lmao)

Buck’s good at a lot of things. He’s good at most things, actually, in that effortless kind of way that would be annoying in anyone else but is somehow just endearing when it’s Buck.

As it turns out, though, singing is one of the rare exceptions.

Eddie discovers it on a lazy Sunday morning. Buck had crashed on the couch after their weekly movie night, and when Eddie wanders into the living room in the morning, Buck greets him with a yawn and a sleepy smile and a promise to make his Diaz boys breakfast after he takes a quick shower.

While he’s gone, Eddie goes around the house and gathers all the laundry he’s been putting off doing all week. There’s a lot more of it lately, he’s noticed — Buck’s here often enough that nearly half the clothes in Eddie’s hamper are his.

He’s making his way down the hallway with a basket of Christopher’s clothes on his hip when he hears it. As Eddie walks by the bathroom, through the door, he can just make out Buck cheerily singing an upbeat pop song Eddie vaguely recognizes — Taylor Swift, he thinks.

Objectively, Buck’s terrible. Eddie barely even knows the song, and he can still tell that Buck’s off-pitch and off-beat and just generally shrill and grating and verging on dying cat territory. It’s quite possibly the worst singing he’s ever heard, but he can tell Buck’s putting his all into it anyway; wholeheartedly and unapologetically, like he does everything. 

It makes an impossibly fond smile stretch across Eddie’s face. He thinks of him and Christopher singing along to the radio together on their morning drives to school, and he pictures Buck there with them, joining in, and then he stops dead in his tracks as his breath catches in his throat.

It’s not some big, dramatic, earth-shattering revelation. The world keeps turning exactly as it has been — nothing changes. It’s more of a quiet realization, like he’s been falling a little bit more in love with Buck every day and he’s finally putting it together.

To Eddie’s surprise, he doesn’t freak out about it. There’s no point, though, really. As ridiculous as it is that Buck’s painfully bad singing is what gave him his moment of clarity, it’s so blatantly obvious now how deep his feelings for Buck run. And honestly, if he had to fall in love again, he’s glad it’s with the one person on this earth Eddie knows he can trust with his heart. 

He stands there in the hallway, lost in thought, until the door opens and Buck steps out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his waist. 

“Hey,” Buck says, smiling even as he raises an eyebrow at Eddie in concern. “You okay?”

It takes a significant effort not to get lost in the miles of pretty, pale skin Buck has exposed, which is new, but when Eddie meets his eyes, it’s easy to smile back and nod.

“Yeah,” he answers, and he means it.

///

Eddie tries to subtly coax Buck into singing again after that. At the station, he has music playing constantly, humming and whistling and singing to himself in an attempt to get Buck to join in, but to no avail. It’s disappointing, but at the same time, it warms Eddie’s heart to know that Buck knows singing isn’t his strong suit and avoids it whenever possible, and yet he felt comfortable enough at Eddie’s house, in Eddie’s shower, to let his guard down and do it anyway.

In the end, it’s Christopher who finally breaks Buck’s resolve, because the kid can get anyone to agree to anything.

The three of them are watching The Lion King together one night, and as soon as I Just Can’t Wait to Be King starts playing, Eddie and Chris are immediately singing along, just like they always do.

Buck turns to watch them with a smile so soft it makes Eddie’s heart flip in his chest. It’s not good enough for Chris, though, who reaches for the remote so he can pause the movie.

“You have to sing too, Buck,” he says, shooting him a pointed look. “It’s the rules.”

“Trust me, buddy, you don’t want that. I can’t sing,” Buck answers with a laugh, shaking his head.

Chris, for his part, just raises a brow. “So? You always tell me you have to do what makes you happy, even if you’re bad at it.”

Buck looks to him for help, but there’s no way in hell Eddie’s going to let this opportunity slip away.

“I do seem to recall a pretty compelling speech about not always having to be the best at everything, as long as you’re having fun,” Eddie says with a shrug.

He can see Buck hesitate for a moment, but Eddie knows he’ll cave. He’s a man of his word, especially when it comes to Christopher. 

Sure enough, Buck takes the remote back with a look of determination and presses play. Not only does he start singing; he takes it a step further still. He launches himself off the couch, pausing just long enough to scoop Chris up in his arms, and then dances around the living room with him.

The sound of Chris’ delighted giggling fills the room, and Eddie keeps singing along halfheartedly, but his focus lies solely on the scene unfolding in front of him. On his family, happy and laughing and so breathtakingly beautiful. 

Before Eddie can stop himself, he grabs his phone and takes a video of Buck and Chris. He wants to remember this forever, wants to bottle up the overwhelming joy and love he feels for his boys in this moment so he can bathe in it on days when the walls start closing in. 

When the song ends, Buck collapses back on the couch with a sigh, Chris falling into his lap.

“You already have plenty of dirt on me, you know,” he says, slightly out of breath as he gestures vaguely at Eddie’s phone. “Did you really need that extra blackmail material?”

Eddie wants to say that he’ll never show it to anyone. That it’s just for him, special and sacred and precious to him in ways Buck will never know. 

But that’s a little too telling, so he just laughs and nudges Buck with his foot and says “I gotta keep you in line somehow, Buckley.”

If he hugs Buck a little tighter and a little longer when he leaves later that night, though, that’s no one’s business but his own.

///

Eddie’s not proud of his latest tactic, but it does prove to be incredibly effective. 

It’s Christopher’s first night away at camp, so they’re hanging out at Buck’s, because they figured it’d be better to be miserable together than to mope apart.

He didn’t set out to get Buck drunk, necessarily; it just sort of happened. Eddie’s only had one beer, but Buck’s on his fourth, and his loose limbs and lazy smile spark a flicker of hope in Eddie’s chest.

“So, are you ever gonna sing for me?” he asks, shooting for casual.

Buck’s brows furrow in confusion, and Eddie has to resist the urge to smooth the wrinkles with careful fingers. “What do you mean? I sang for you guys last week.”

“Yeah, but that was for Chris,” Eddie counters. “I want my own show.” 

Buck shrugs easily, picking up his phone and tapping around for a minute until a song starts playing. It’s Taylor Swift again; one Eddie actually knows, because despite the team’s insistence, he doesn’t actually live under a rock. 

He starts singing along, much more relaxed and casual than he had been with Chris, and Eddie’s mesmerized. He’s still as terrible as ever, but he’s having fun with it. He looks carefree, his beautiful blue eyes shining with easy contentment. Buck’s stunning, and Eddie’s so far gone. He really is. 

Eddie knows he has no reason to record him this time, not without the cute kid excuse to hide behind, so he focuses his energy on trying to school his heart eyes into something more believingly platonic instead. 

When the song ends, he gives Buck a standing ovation in encouragement. Buck beams, getting up momentarily to take a bow before they both fall back onto the couch, landing a lot closer to each other than they were before. 

“I never knew you were so into Taylor Swift,” Eddie says, knocking his knee against Buck’s. 

“Oh, yeah, she’s the best. She just gets it, you know?” Buck answers, a little slurred but so genuinely serious it makes Eddie laugh fondly. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Buck says, nodding. “Like...You Belong With Me? Hey Stephen? God, and Dress? She’s a genius, man.” 

They go back to their video game not long after that, and Eddie doesn’t think much more about it. 

Later, though — after he’s tucked a very cuddly drunk Buck into bed and set up camp on the couch so he can keep an eye on him — it worms its way back into Eddie’s mind again. On a whim, he reaches for his phone and taps into the YouTube app. 

He listens to the first two songs Buck had mentioned, and he starts to put things together. 

If you could see that I’m the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can’t you see...you belong with me?

Come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you...can’t help it if there’s no one else.

The lyrics are painfully relatable, familiar in a way that makes Eddie’s heart ache in his chest. The ache grows, morphing into something brighter and hopeful, when it hits him that Buck thinks they’re relatable too.

When Eddie listens to Dress, though...that one takes his breath away.

You made your mark on me, a golden tattoo.

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting; my hands are shaking from holding back from you.

Say my name and everything just stops...I don’t want you like a best friend.

Even in my worst times, you could see the best in me.

My one and only, my lifeline.

Every line cuts Eddie down to his core. It’s like he could have written it himself, if he was half as good with words. 

He can’t sleep after that. He tries, but the song keeps replaying in his head on a loop as he lays there, staring up at the ceiling. All he can think about is Buck listening to this song when he’s alone and thinking of Eddie, of the lyrics echoing through Buck’s mind when their eyes met or their hands brushed in moments Eddie was sure he’d been reading too much into.

Around 3:00 AM, Eddie gives up on the prospect of sleep and instead starts thinking about what the hell he’s going to say to Buck in the morning. Because this is big. It’s the kind of conversation Eddie usually ruins by either saying the wrong thing or saying nothing at all. He can’t mess this up, though; it’s not an option. Not when he’s so close to having this — to having everything — with Buck.

His eyes land on Buck’s laptop sitting in the middle of the coffee table, and suddenly the answer is clear. Eddie grabs the computer, loads up Buck’s music library, and starts playing Taylor’s entire discography in search of the perfect song. Because if Buck’s love language is Taylor Swift...well, Eddie can do that.

///

Eddie’s making coffee in the morning when Buck appears at the top of the stairs, whining pathetically and squinting at the sun like it’s personally offended him.

“Morning,” Eddie calls to him, lips stretching into an affectionate smile. “Come down here, I need to talk to you.”

“Sounds serious,” Buck says, eyeing Eddie warily as he makes his way downstairs and into the kitchen. “I’m too hungover for serious.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t sleep, so we’re even,” Eddie counters with a laugh. He slides a mug of coffee across the counter to him, ridiculously sweet, just the way Buck likes it.

Buck hums his appreciation, taking a few long sips before setting his mug back down and looking at Eddie expectantly.

“Okay. What’s up?”

In answer, Eddie presses play on Buck’s laptop, then walks around the island so he’s standing in front of Buck and holds out a hand.

“Dance with me, Buck.”

Buck looks absolutely lost, like that was the last thing he’d expected to come out of Eddie’s mouth, but he smiles almost shyly as he does what he’s told and steps into Eddie’s space.

His hands tentatively land on Eddie’s waist. It’s the first time Eddie’s ever danced with someone taller than him, but he adjusts easily. It’s comfortable, the most natural thing in the world, as he wraps his arms loosely around Buck’s neck.

“Since when do you listen to Taylor?” Buck asks, sounding a little breathless. 

“Since about 3:00 this morning,” Eddie admits with a sheepish smile. “This song reminded me of you.”

They’re close enough that he can feel Buck’s breath hitch and his skin go warm under Eddie’s fingers. “Eddie,” he whispers, reverent and so, so hopeful. 

Eddie sways gently in time to the music, looking at Buck with more raw sincerity and vulnerability than he’s ever given to anyone.

“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you,” he sings quietly.

Buck leans forward and presses their foreheads together, his eyes fluttering shut.

“I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you,” Buck answers, voice shaky.

“I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night, and now I see daylight,” Eddie continues, spinning them around in a slow, easy circle.

Buck opens his eyes again, looking into Eddie’s own with intensity and overwhelming softness simultaneously. They’re so blue and beautiful Eddie could drown in them.

“I only see daylight,” they sing in unison, and then Eddie closes the small amount of space still remaining between them and captures Buck’s lips with his own. 

It’s short and chaste, but it’s a promise of so much more. Of a lifetime full of easy, familiar, comfortable love. It’s not black and white, and it’s not burning red; it’s golden.

Buck’s grinning as he takes Eddie’s hand and steps back so he can twirl him, then pulls him back into his arms and dips him. Eddie laughs, bright and carefree, and Buck leans down to steal another kiss. 

///

Buck tells the story to everyone who will listen — to the entire firehouse, to Christopher’s teachers at parent-teacher night, to random civilians he saves out on calls — of how romantically his boyfriend told him he loved him, always with a dorky, lovesick smile plastered on his face. 

Eddie thought it would bother him at first, being publicly portrayed as emotional and sappy and vulnerable so constantly, but he finds he doesn’t mind at all. Buck deserves an incredible, beautiful love story, and Eddie’s not afraid to give it to him.

[bellakitse]

Thinking about Gabriel finding out TK and Carlos are living together at the scene of the fire. Or worse, after the arrest (which...what is happening in this episode? 😂).

I agree with @howtosingit that there is gonna be a family dinner with the parents before everything starts to go sideways.

At first, I thought it would be TK and Carlos with Andrea and Gabriel. Now I think Owen will probably be there too and maybe someone asks Gabriel what he’s working on and the arsonist case gets brought up? Maybe that’s what gets Owen interested in the first place and then he happens to comes upon a fire after the dinner and sees something shady and remembers what Gabriel said.

That’s what seems most logical to me anyway.

[tawaifeddiediaz]

EVAN BUCKLEY + character profile

(for @madamewriterofwrongs 💞💕)

(eddie’s version)

[Image ID: five gifs of Evan Buckley from 9-1-1. The gifs are all themed with blue, black and white.:

GIF 1: A color gif of Buck grinning at Maddie as he tells her that he was the first kid she raised in 5.15. Everything except his face is colored a light blue. The white text is in an uneven Scrabble letter font, and horizontally, reads "Buckley". Using the e in his last name, vertically, it reads "Evan."

GIF 2: A black and white gif of Buck looking at Eddie in fond amusement in the doorway of Eddie's house in 4.03. A second gif of the same scene in blue is overlaid on top, displaced slightly towards the left. Multiple arrows point towards Buck's face, leading to the following roles: brother, firefighter, co-parent, uncle, partner, friend.

GIF 3: A collage of four gifs.

The top row has the first gif black and white, of Buck smiling widely at Maddie as they plan to run from Hershey together in 4.05. "Evan" is written on top with blue-and-black text. The second gif is colored blue, and is of Buck watching Maddie and Chim at karaoke stoically in 2.08. The white text reads, "God is Gracious."

The bottom row has the first gif blue, of Buck grinning widely at the man who'd just become a father in 2.14. The white text reads, "Herdsman". The second gif is a black and white one of him cocking his head at Eddie to prove a jinx exists as the bell goes off before they can eat again in 4.06. "Buckley" is written on top with blue-and-black text.

GIF 4: Two gifs blended: A black-and-white gif of Buck explaining Carla's qualifications to Eddie in 2.04, and a blue-and-black gif of Buck laughing with Ali at the end of 2.08, telling her he's glad she called. The graphic on top is of a crab drawing with the zodiac symbol for Cancer on its body. Underneath is the name "Cancer" and a crescent moon. Underneath are four bullet points: emotional, protective, moody, obsessive.

GIF 5: A black and white background gif of Buck teasing Eddie about his love for telenovelas 5.09, not believing his excuses for loving them. There are multiple hexagons scattered around the gif, with color gifs inside some of them.

In the top left corner is written ENFP, with "The Campaigner" underneath. In the center of the gif, the acronym is written out: extroverted, intuitive, feeling, perceiving."

On the top right, in two hexagons, is a gif of Buck suggesting names to Maddie and Chimney, all various versions of Evan. On the bottom left, in three hexagons, is a gif of Buck watching Taylor leave in 5.09. On the bottom right, in one hexagon, is Buck grinning as Chim indicates he can do the manuever in 1.03. The other characteristics in the hexagons are "strong, dramatic, moral, creative, kind, playful."

/end ID]

[oneawkwardcookie]

When he looks at my body His gaze pierces my heart My lips are woven together with his warm lips But I keep counting the story of my restlessness

Massive thank you to my peanuts @madamewriterofwrongs and @tawaifeddiediaz : together, we are one brain cell/the perfect translation team.

[aceofwhump]

heloooooo there!! i was wondering if you had any serious injuries/ whumps fanfics for matt casey (Chicago fire), will halstead (chicago med) and Evan Buckley (9-1-1)? been really a sucker for them these days ahahsjwj

I don't watch either Chicago Fire or Chicago Med (I keep meaning too but I haven't yet. Only a few episodes of Fire so far). So I don't have any fic recs for you for them. Maybe my lovely followers can share some recs?

As for Evan Buckley yes! I can give you some recs for him! It has been a while since I've read for 911 and a lot of these are centered on his crush injury from 2x18 but here's a few I love:

Flare Up by actually18pigeons. Summary: Off of a chronic pain prompt - Buck has a flareup sometime between healing from the accident and being reinstated. Pre-lawsuit, pre-Buddie (but there's definitely mutual feelings).

Attack from Behind by Shearmouth. Summary: For Whumptober Day 6: "Stop, please." Most days, it's nothing. A twinge if he lands on it wrong, an ache during rainstorms.Other days, Buck can't breathe.

Radio Silence by madamewriterofwrongs Summary: “Don’t worry, we’re on our way to you.”

“No.” His halting voice echoed through the radios gathered around the truck and everyone stopped. Eddie kept running. “The whole quadrant’s unstable. Sweep’s done. It’s not safe.”

Bobby was going to have a long talk with him about his self-sacrificing habits. For now, he kept his words calm and authoritative; for both their sakes. “None of that, you just hold still. Are you injured?”

There was silence. Around him, the paramedics and firefighters of the 118 waited with bated breath. “Pretty bad.” There was little humor in his voice, though they could hear him trying. “My head. And uh, hahaha,” his laughter came as a gust of air. “I’ve been impaled?”

learning to walk (again) by adhdbuck Summary: Ask Buck what he remembers about that night and he tells you he wouldn’t be able to tell you. He’ll tell you he was in too much pain to register anything, his brain stored all the memories away into a neat little box. That’s not the truth. (Buck's leg is damaged beyond repair, the doctors have to amputate. This is the aftermath.)

phantom pains by transbuck Summary: If there's one thing Buck's learned since losing his leg, it's that phantom pains are a bitch.

(Gratuitous hurt Buck fic) by ClaraCivry (Kat_Of_Dresden) Summary: Oneshots!!! Of Buck being hurt!!!

‘911′ Fanfic: Intervention by indigo2831 Summary: Buck has been through hell with the explosion and the tsunami and the blood clots. He didn’t realize it affected more than him. Post 3x06’s “Monsters.”

[buddieunderratedgem]

Kiss It Better

By: madamewriterofwrongs

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27423019

Thank you anon! I’ve added it to the queue

[extasiswings]

If you're still taking Buddie prompts... “Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research.”

After the well, Eddie starts watching Buck.  

He can’t quite explain why—he wakes up in a hospital bed only to see the other man slumped down asleep in a chair in the corner of the room, patches of stubble shadowing his jaw that Eddie might be more distracted by if not for the fact that even asleep Buck looks absolutely wrecked—but he does.  He starts watching quietly, paying extra attention, carefully cataloguing and filing things away.

He watches even more after Red, after he catches a glimpse of Buck’s face outside the hospital as Buck is helping Red to the fire truck while the rest of them stand at attention.  It’s only a flicker, could just be a trick of the light, but for a moment Eddie thinks it looks like despair.

Eddie notices…a lot of things by watching closely.  Like the way Buck’s smile slips sometimes when he thinks no one is around or when he’s lost in a memory of something or other.  Like the way Buck glances at him sometimes late at night only to look away quickly, his jaw tightening with what Eddie thinks is guilt or shame—he doesn’t understand it.  He doesn’t mind the way Buck looks at him.

He likes it.  When Buck looks at him.  It makes him feel…it makes him feel.

Eddie notices.  But he doesn’t know how to ask, doesn’t know whether pushing into a space that Buck hasn’t shown him intentionally is better or if it’s likely to get a brush-off.  Or make him pull away.  That’s the last thing Eddie wants.  

Abby forces his hand.  Abby, who appears in the middle of an accident scene, who shatters Buck’s mask with six words like it’s the most fragile crystal—and for once, Eddie sees everything, fractals of pain and need and longing and heartbreak spilling across every line of Buck’s body.  He can’t help himself from reaching out—

—only to second-guess  himself at the last minute and let his hand ghost the air over Buck’s shoulder instead.

Still, after it all, after the shift is done and they’ve showered and changed out of uniform, Eddie catches Buck lingering in the parking lot in his jeep, the same look from before on his face, and Eddie—well.

“Come on,” Eddie says, opening the passenger door and sliding in.  “I’m too worn out to drive—take me home and I’ll spring for takeout after a nap.”

It doesn’t help.  Buck’s shoulders tense.  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Did I say you had to?”  Eddie asks.  “No.  I said, take me home.  And stay awhile.  We don’t have to talk about it now or today, I—maybe I would prefer to have you around right now.”

Buck looks away and swallows hard.  “She texted,” he admits.  “Abby.  My number hasn’t changed so—she wants to see me.”

“You don��t have to go,” Eddie replies.

“I know, I just—god, I’m so—it’s been two years and the second I saw her again it was like none of that mattered.  Even knowing she moved on I still—I still wanted to be good enough.  To be good enough for her.”

“You are.  You’re better, actually, you—Buck.”  Eddie reaches out, sliding his hand over Buck’s shoulder.  “Look at me.”

Buck’s slow to move, but he does.  

“You’re good enough for the people who matter.  The people who—” He nearly trips over the word, but manages somehow.  “—who love you.  You’re more than good enough.”

Buck’s eyes drop down to his lips and away so quickly that Eddie might have missed it if he hadn’t been watching so carefully.  But he sees it.  Sees it and the expected guilt, and for once, maybe because of the shift, maybe because of Abby, or maybe because they’ve been on the edge of something for a long time, instead of letting it go he responds.

“You’re good enough…for me.”

Buck’s breath catches.  “Eddie…”

Their eyes meet for a moment, Buck’s searching and lost, hopeful but clearly trying not to be.  Eddie’s tempted to lean in, to clarify by pressing his mouth to Buck’s, but…he’s also not convinced that’s what Buck needs.  So instead, he squeezes Buck’s shoulder.

“Take me home,” he repeats quietly.  “And stay.”

Stay with us.  Stay with me.  Stay.

Buck exhales shakily and looks away, finally moving to fit the keys into the ignition and starting the jeep.

“Okay.”        

[rydergrace]

Have I told today how much I love the K-Teacher universe? (And that's not just trying to butter you up because I have another request - this series makes me melt with softness and love)

What happens when there's an incident downtown and suddenly Eddie's on the news for being in danger, and Buck wants to be glued to his TV but he has a classroom of students who need him first?

here with you

Eddie’s hurt on the job. It’s not the first time and won’t be the last. Buck’s not as used to it as he thought he’d be. 

somehow your prompt got swallowed up in the middle and this thing because a whole other thing. I don’t even know what happened. 

It wasn’t that Buck wasn’t used to Eddie being still. He’d always had a calm about him. He didn’t have the same need to move, to shift, to be in near constant motion the way Buck did. When they first started sleeping together, Eddie’s stillness had unnerved Buck, and Buck’s constant movement, even in sleep, had driven Eddie crazy. 

But this was different. Eddie was unnaturally still as he slept in the hospital bed, and Buck had to remind himself that was all he was doing. He was just sleeping. Sleeping to heal. Sleeping off the pain medication they had given him. According to the doctors, he was okay. According to Chim and Hen, he’d been conscious and talking the entire ride to the hospital. He knew enough to know that was good. Yet, he still couldn’t turn off the fear that everyone had missed something. 

He knew he needed to check on Ana. See how she was doing. Knew the fear still running through his veins was the fear she was feeling too. Bosko had been right beside Eddie, like she always was. He knew when Eddie woke up, he’d demand to know how Bosko was doing. But Buck couldn’t bring himself to let go of Eddie’s hand. Couldn’t force himself to leave Eddie’s hospital room.

When his cell phone rang, he’d been expecting the call. He’d seen the news report about the fire. Knew Eddie’s house was there. He knew there were injuries. But he still hadn’t been ready to hear Bobby tell him Eddie was on the way to the hospital. Hadn’t been prepared to hear the worry Bobby hadn’t quite kept out of his voice. Buck was sure there would never be a day when his stomach didn’t drop to the floor when he found out Eddie had been hurt. 

He barely kept himself together after he saw a clip about the fire on the news - even when he reminded himself he didn’t know if it was Eddie. The story hadn’t been specific about who was injured, even if he knew in his gut it was Eddie. As hard as it was to keep himself together; he didn’t have a choice. Not when there was a room of five and six year olds counting on him. While he had never been one to believe he had to separate himself from his students and keep up a wall between Buck and Mr. Buckley, he knew this wasn’t a thing they needed to know.

His focus shifted back to Eddie’s face when his husband shifted. He caught the pain that flashed across Eddie’s bruised face before it smoothed out again. He would wake up when he woke up. There was no rushing it; no matter how much Buck wanted to. The doctor had been clear about that. Still, all Buck wanted was to see those familiar brown eyes. 

His head snapped up when he heard a soft tapping on the door. Bobby stood just inside the door, smiling tiredly at him. “How are you holding up, kid?” he asked, pulling the only other chair in the room beside Buck’s. 

Buck shrugged. It didn’t matter how he was doing. He hadn’t been the one hurt. “How’s Bosko?” he asked instead. 

Bobby let the deflection go, but Buck could read him well enough to see that he didn’t like it. “They just moved her to a room after surgery. She’s looking at a few weeks in a cast and some physio. She has some minor burns too. But the doctor said things are looking good. Ana’s sitting with her. She sent me to check on you.” 

Rubbing a tired hand over his face, Buck shook his head. Of course, she’d sent someone to check on him when he hadn’t managed to bring himself to check on her. “I’m fine, Bobby,” he murmured, forcing a smile. 

Bobby’s brows arched, silently challenging the truth of those words. Had it been almost anyone else, Buck would have ignored the obvious challenge. But he respected Bobby enough to be honest with him, even when he wanted to hide. 

“Not fine,” Buck admitted with a shrug, “I’m worried about him.” He glanced at Eddie’s bruised face again. Eddie had been hurt before. When they had been nothing more than friends, he’d been hurt more worse than this. And Buck had come home to find Eddie icing bruises or favoring an arm or a leg. He’d helped him through a concussion, too. But for reasons Buck couldn’t even explain to himself, this felt different. 

Silence fell between the two men. The only sound was the study, comforting beep of the heart monitor Eddie was attached to. “He’s going to be fine,” Bobby said after several moments of silence. 

Pulling his gaze away from Eddie’s face, he nodded. Logically, Buck knew that. Of course he did. But the fear was still there. 

“I’m going to head out. Let me know when he wakes up?” Bobby stood, clapping Buck on the shoulder before he slipped out of the room as quietly as he’d been when he came in. 

He turns his attention to his phone. Staring at Eddie would do nothing but drive him crazy. And there were people who would want to be kept updated. If he couldn’t bring himself to leave the room, at least he could make sure everyone knew what was going on. 

He’d just pressed send on a text to Ana when he heard the uptick in the heart monitor.

“Eddie?” he asked, eyes searching his husband’s face for any sign he was actually waking up. Buck had only been there for a couple of hours, but it still felt like an eternity. 

When Eddie’s eyes fluttered open, brown meeting blue, something settled in Buck.

“Hey,” he breathed, grip tightening on Eddie’s hand. “How’re you feeling?” 

Eyes closing again, Buck froze until he saw the way Eddie’s brows furrowed together. He was cataloging how he felt. Buck had seen him do it plenty of times before. 

“Everything hurts,” Eddie answered honestly, shifting toward Buck with a badly concealed wince. “What’s the damage?” 

As much as he didn’t want to, this Buck could do. This felt almost familiar. Running his thumb over Eddie’s knuckles, Buck recounted what he heard from the doctor not long ago. 

“Concussion that’s pretty worrisome only because of your history of concussions. A lot of bruising, some of it is pretty bad. And some burns and smoke inhalation. You’re looking at a couple days in the hospital at least.” He answered Eddie’s question before the man could ask it, knowing it was coming. 

“And Bosko?” Eddie asked, shifting again as he tried to get comfortable. 

“Bobby said she was gonna be fine. She’s been out of surgery for a while. Guess she’s looking at a few weeks in a cast and some physio. I haven’t gone to check on her yet,” he admitted, teeth tugging his lower lip into his mouth. He wouldn’t admit he felt like an awful friend for not checking on her. Even if Bosko wasn’t his friend, which at this point, she was. Ana had been his closest friend for far longer than he’d even known Eddie, and her partner was hurt. 

“Stop.” Eddie tugged Buck’s hand, forcing him closer. “Don’t do that.” Buck couldn’t even pretend he didn’t know what Eddie was talking about, so he hummed noncommittally.  

“Chris?” Buck appreciated the shift. “With Pepa and your abuela.” It had taken Buck promising to call with updates to convince abuela she didn’t need to come, that Eddie was fine. 

“The rest of the 118?” Eddie asked, eyes drooping but fighting to stay awake.

“Fine. They’re all fine. Bobby wanted me to call him when you woke up. Go back to sleep so I can.” Pulling his hand out of Eddie’s he gently lay it on the other man’s cheek, thumb moving over his cheek, careful of the cuts and bruises on his face. 

Eddie blinked slower and slower before finally his eyes stayed closed and his breathing evened out again. For a moment, Buck stayed, thumb moving along Eddie’s cheek before he pushed himself up. Pressing a quick kiss to his husband’s temple, he slipped out of the room. He owed abuela an update and he wanted to talk to Chris too. Then he’d call Bobby to let him know Eddie had been awake. And now that some of his fear had settled, he’d go up and see Bosko. 

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