#eddie and chimney top 2 so true

[chronicowboy]

tagged by @diazly @shitouttabuck and @jamietarts (muah ily guys!!) to do this

i'll tag @danielsousa and @gracelcdomas if u want <33

#sami rambles #yes jonah is above taylor kelly. that's how much i hate her #no but this is pretty accurate tbf #eddie and chimney top 2 so true #idk how maddie's above bobby tho #tag game #mutuals<33 #also i didn't let myself pick any of the on the fence options i was fuckign brutal with it

[buckttommy]

So, let's talk about cheating. That is the fandom's hot topic right now, isn't it? I'm going to address this once and then never again, so if you're going rant, or send hate, or bitch to me about how much you hate this storyline, do it now, because this is the first and only time I will be opening this topic as a point of discourse rather than a narrative development in Buck's story.

To begin: I am not without sympathy for the people who have been cheated on or have witnessed the damaging effects of cheating and have clung to/projected on Buck over the years, only to have him cheat on Taylor. I mean that genuinely. Having to reconcile your love for this character with the feelings of hurt/betrayal you carry from someone else's actions is a very shitty thing and I'm sorry you are in this position.

Having said that, some of you guys are letting real life cloud your perception of this fictional storyline to a dangerous and/or disconcerting degree, and I just... do not understand that at all. Since the clip dropped yesterday, I have seen so many bizarre, nonfactual, and interesting takes about Buck cheating (some of them dropped directly into my inbox!) so I'm going to bullet point them and be done with it:

1) Buck cheating is bad writing: No, it is not! Just the opposite, actually. Buck cheating on Taylor with Lucy is objectively brilliant writing in several different ways:

a) Buck cheating ties in Buck's past character traits with his present. This is a good thing. Often as time goes on, writers develop their characters so much that looking at the character from pilot to end feels like viewing two completely different characters. Character development is good, and is something every writer should strive for, but not when it transforms the character unrecognizably. Buck reverting to old tactics and mindsets calls back to previous behavior and coping mechanisms and demonstrates the writers' continued grasp on and understanding of this character.

b) Buck cheating demonstrates the non-linear nature of healing. Oftentimes, TV shows view healing as a conclusion rather than a point in someone's journey. They will shape a big storyline around this character finally finding some peace of mind after episodes of struggle and top it off with a nice, pretty, emotional finale, but true healing is not like that. Some days you heal 10%. Some days you heal 100%. Some days you think you have healed 90% when you haven't healed at all. Some months you cruise at a steady 100% before you drop like a rock and hit 0%. And that's just the way life is. Healing is painful and messy. Sometimes you do it right, and sometimes you do it very, very wrong, but none of it is wasted and all of it aids your personal journey. 9-1-1 views healing as points in Buck's personal journey rather than a finale; right now, his healing is at a 0% but it will not stay there. Which is, frankly, more than can be said for a lot of people who land at 0% and decide not to get back up again.

2) Buck cheating is lazy writing: No, it is not! Actually, Hen's cheating storyline was comparatively far lazier because there was no reason for it except than to create some drama between the happy lesbians. Hen cheating served no real narrative or character purpose, and though the storyline has since been revisited in the years since 9-1-1 has found their rhythm and given some sort of character purpose, the initial storyline was weak and flat, the writers basically saying, "we don't know what else to do with you so uhh let's have Hen kiss her ex-girlfriend!" What we are seeing with Buck is not that.

Buck's spiral is the culmination of months of self-editing, repression, and constant retriggering. Buck has a history of self-harm and suicidal ideation, and is untethered and adrift without any of his anchors in place (anchors being, not just Eddie and Maddie personally, but the feeling of "normalcy" he has built around their (and Chimney's) presence). Guys. He witnessed the man he loves get shot right in front of him. He had that man's blood in his mouth, and then had to clean it off of him in a hospital bathroom, so he could immediately comfort his son and pretend everything is normal. Buck is still pretending. We are not just witnessing Season 1 Buck; in fact, I would argue that this is Buck pre-Season 1, actually. This is Buck at the height of his self-destruction; the same Buck who would speed down the street on a motorcycle, or throw himself in harm's way just to get his parents to look at him. This is a version of Buck we have seen glimpses of but have never really seen. There is nothing lazy about this writing.

3) Buck wouldn't cheat/Buck cheating is character assassination: Yes, he would, while he is in the midst of a severe mental health crisis and no, it is not. Do you guys even stop and think about why people cheat? I know it's easier to believe that cheaters are irredeemably bad and don't deserve any kind of redemption, or that all cheaters cheat because they're terrible and broken inside, but life is rarely that clean-cut. Sometimes cheaters cheat because there is a breakdown in the relationship, either sexually or emotionally. People who are happy in their relationships do not cheat because they are being emotionally and sexually fulfilled. People who are committed to their relationships do not cheat because they are emotionally and sexually invested in that partnership. It is absolutely true that cheating is never the other person's fault, but it is also true that the joint relationship is the problem when people who do not usually cheat commit acts of infidelity. Buck's feelings of unfulfillment are the root cause of his cheating on Taylor, and while he could have gone about the situation differently (coming clean, rather than panicking and asking her to move in with him (another trauma response, by the way), neither his feelings nor the way he went about fulfilling himself make him an inherently bad person.

4) Poor mental health isn't an "excuse" for cheating: Mmmm. Now, see, the problem with this one is that so many of you have gotten used to the idea of aesthetically pleasing mental illness. Even if you say you haven't, you have. Aesthetic mental health is smudgy eyeliner and drinking hard liquor straight from the bottle. It is messy rooms and spilled pillbottles with little white pills arranged artfully on a blank surface; it is ghosting your friends only to follow up with a cheeky little text months later and have everything go back to normal.

That is not mental illness. That is Euphoria.

Mental illness, especially when compounded with severe trauma (childhood or otherwise) is a transformation. You are not yourself when you are in a bad mental health space. And when you are in the throes of a severe downward spiral, sometimes you hurt people, physically and emotionally. Sometimes you even do it on purpose. Does that make it right? No! Should you still suffer the consequences for the things you do when you are not okay? Absolutely! But acknowledging that severe mental illness is a contributor to Buck's poor decision making is not making an "excuse" out of mental illness, holy fucking shit. It is recognizing the fact that mental illness transforms you into an alternate version of yourself that you would not be if you were mentally well.

Look. I get it, cheating is a sensitive topic and I've had my own experiences with it. But the moral high ground in this fandom that prevents people from recognizing anything other than "cheating = bad" is so disturbing and annoying. Truly, what does it say about the world when characters are more nuanced than the actual people who watch them on TV? I think it was @yramesoruniverse who said that 9-1-1 is an adult show that tells adult stories about growth, love, and healing, and that is exactly what we are witnessing here. Adulthood -- adult trauma, adult pain, adult growth -- is not clean-cut, feel good, or pretty. It just is, and you either persevere through the good and bad of it, or let it take you down.

And to be clear, since I think a lot of people could do with the reminder: this is all fictional. No matter how hard you project your pain, trauma, or consciousness onto a character, your projection does not suddenly make them real. Buck is not real. Lucy is not real. Taylor is not real, and no one is actually being hurt here. They are little stick figures that do a pre-orchestrated dance on our TV screens every week, and then go away once we turn the TV off. I know we all love, or are at least invested in this show, but if the line between fiction and reality is so distorted for you that you cannot see the reason behind the narrative choice, or are legitimately angry with a character, writer, or actor (especially to the point of effecting you mentally/emotionally), then perhaps some time away from the show would do you good.

#This is for all the anons I currently have and will receive. #tv: 911 #911 spoilers #911: 05 x 11 #buck x lucy #meta #one and done #600

[stormyoceansmain]

Have you read any 911 fics? If so, 5 top fics?

i did start to go through the buddie tag on AO3, but tbh it's been a very slow process and i haven't read that many fics yet, so it kinda feels unfair to make a top 5 for them when there are still so many i haven't even get the chance to explore ;;;;;;;;; i don't want to leave this unanswered though, especially since you were so kind to ask, so how about i do.. top 5 fics i saved in my 'marked for later' section that im most excited to read? i hope it's okay anyway!!

1) ripples all the way down

With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend.

Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives.

Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it.

This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles.

--

or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

2) at the end of the day we’re helpless (can you keep me close?)

The thing about Eddie was that he was smarter than most people gave him credit for. And yes, maybe feelings weren't his strongest suit, but he had to be blind not to realize his own for his best friend. It was old news, really.

or Eddie is aware that he's in love with Buck. He is just trying to be a good friend and, well, if that includes telling him how much he is loved and appreciated? He can be cool about it.

3) standing on the brink of emptiness

In which Eddie is struggling in the aftermath of being shot, learning how to take care of himself and realising he's in love with Buck; and Buck is dating Taylor, taking care of Eddie and Christopher and trying to figure out why he's so goddamn confused about everything.

4) Don't Take the Money

“You know, being stuck here isn’t actually the end of the world,” Chimney says, coming up to the table and picking up one of the smoke detectors. “It just feels like it, Buck. Trust me, I know.” “I’m pretty sure it might actually be the end of the world,” Buck says. “Considering this is the sixth time I’ve lived this day.” Chimney stares at him for a beat and then his eyebrows lift. “Wait, are you like – dude, are you in Groundhog Day?”

OR

The post-lawsuit time-loop AU literally no one asked for.

5) i want your midnights

Eddie grins. “Yeah I get that. So can I ask why you applied for the room? No offence but you’re not exactly the kind of candidate I expected.”

Buck laughs, ducking his head. That’s probably true.

“I, uh, I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s place while she’s travelling but um, my sister moved to LA recently and sort of made the point that I could be overstaying my welcome? Or, well- actually she tried to tell me my girlfriend’s cheating on me and I need to get over it and move out of her place.” Buck shakes his head, eyes widening at what he just implied. “She’s not! Cheating, I mean. She’s just- trying to find herself after losing her mom. She just needs a little space, y’know?”

At least, that’s the excuse Buck’s giving Abby for why she hasn’t called him in over two weeks.

Eddie nods with a vague sort of expression on his face like he hadn’t expected him to overshare that much. Which, oops.

*

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

#i have to tell you guys a secret #i am SO WEAK for groundhog day/time loop fics #i don't even know why i just get so ridiculously excited about those #anyway.. thank you so much for asking anon and im sorry if this is not exactly what you asked for #hope you're having a wonderful day!!! #monica talks #top 5 #buddie

[renecdote]

Tell me about a bodyguard AU + first kiss (if no one else has sent you those yet) ✨

Eddie is a mystery novelist who starts getting death threats after the release of a new book. When he refuses police protection, his publisher (Karen) insists on private security. Enter Buck.

Things start off pretty unexciting, job wise—Eddie's life is his son and his writing and not much else. And when Buck gets hired, Chris is away at summer camp so he basically decides Eddie lives the most boring famous writer life ever. He's pretty sure this assignment is punishment for something.

Eddie and Karen have an ongoing argument about his wish to remain anonymous—his popularity is growing and she wants him to do book signing events and such, put a face to the name everyone loves so much. Eddie is firmly against the idea because he doesn't care to be famous and he doesn't want it to impact Christopher's life. Somehow his identity gets leaked though and Eddie's life basically explodes into chaos. Having a bodyguard is even more necessary with fans and the media trying to get a piece of him every time he steps outside his home.

Buck and Eddie continue to grow closer while navigating the drama of being dragged unwillingly into the public eye. Someone breaks into Eddie's house one night and it's not clear whether it's related to the death threats, but there is no such thing as coincidences when someone wants to kill you. Buck isn't working when it happens, but he shows up and immediately takes charge of Eddie's safety. There is lots of worrying and guilt ("I should have been there" "at 3am?" "I'm supposed to protect you—don't give me that look, Eddie, it's literally my job") and protocol says the client should be moved to a hotel, but they end up at Buck's apartment instead.

There is an almost first kiss, but the first kiss doesn't actually happen until the whole death threats case gets wrapped up (after a couple more close calls and drama). Buck gets hurt protecting Eddie and Chimney takes over as his primary bodyguard until everything dies down and he doesn't need the protection anymore. Buck is on medical leave, but he shows up at Eddie's house anyway and feelings are finally confessed and kisses finally happen.

"So," Buck says later, when they are curled up on the couch together, watching some heist movie that he's not really following. He's too distracted because he gets to touch Eddie now—he gets to slide his hand under the edge of his shirt where it rides up, he gets to turn his head and press his lips to the top of Eddie's head, he gets to hold and love and cherish.

Eddie, unlike him, is enthralled by the movie. His "hm?" is absent, attention still on the TV.

"I guess you know what it's like to be a character in one of your novels now," Buck says.

It takes a few seconds for the words to sink in and then Eddie lifts his head off Buck's shoulder to look up at him with a smile so sweet and fond it makes Buck's chest ache. "I guess so," he agrees. And he leans in to kiss Buck again—because that's something he can do now, whenever he wants. "I even got the guy in the end."

It's the kind of happy ending he could write in his sleep, but never thought would apply to himself. Maybe it's true what they say, he thinks, sometimes life does imitate art. And sometimes, life turns out even better.

Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

#911 Fox #Trope Mash-up

[libraryofloveletters]

Soulmates In This Life & Another

Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz

Warnings: typical 911 level graphics, blood and injures, hospitals, mentions of praying, love confessions 

Category: angst with some fluff at the end

Word Count: 3.7k

Author’s Note: part 2 to my buddie fic!! this can be read as a standalone but for some backstory, read Just Friends // typical 911 level of graphics but a shitter description of the scene cause I’m not a firefighter and I’m lazy

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“It was fine.” The three words would be the beginning of the downfall of their friendship in the upcoming weeks. 

A few weeks have passed since the kiss. 

They were fine, as they normally were.

Buck still regularly stopped in by the Diaz residence to see his two favourite boys and hang out with them. Eddie still had Buck babysit or drop Chris off at Buck’s place when he needed to go out or if Chris just wanted to spend the day with him- but with each day came a bit more distance. The random drop bys slowed, Eddie stopped asking Buck to babysit, and eventually, they stopped seeing each other outside of work altogether. 

Work was a completely different story. They still sat next to each other, they still talked but it wasn't the same. Eddie spent less and less time with Buck- Buck also taking the hint, kept his distance from Eddie, not wanting to upset him further. In the field, they worked together seamlessly- nonverbal exchanges, handing each other what they needed and assisting each other without question but all of that stopped the moment the truck pulled back into the station. 

Once again, station 118 had found themselves on a 24 hour shift and again, Buck is the only one still awake. He stood by the railing, looking down at the trucks parked in the station, counting the steps on the ladders as he waited for the coffee maker to be done. He thought he was by himself until he heard some tumbling in the kitchen, he turned to see Hen- halfway into the fridge looking for something. She stood, a bottle of water in her hand when she smiled at Buck. 

“Why are you moping ?” she took a sip of her water, sitting on the stool by the counter.

“I’m not moping” he says, walking back over when the coffee maker beeps.

“Okay, so why has Eddie been moping around then ?” 

“Are you trying to reverse psychology me ?” he gives her a ‘are you serious’ look.

“Would you know if I was using reverse psychology on you?” she questions the man in front of her. 

“Obviously” he trails off, she chuckles and shakes her head. “You and Eddie have been off the last few weeks, the moping around, the distance between the two of you- it’s awkward. What's going on?” she looks up at the blonde man who’s sipping on his coffee. Buck sighed- he wanted so much to confide in someone, to tell them about the kiss- about how he was in love with Eddie. 

Except, he always confided in Eddie, it was hard to turn to someone else. 

He could always go to Maddie, she would never judge him - or Bobby and Athena, they would give him advice. He knew he could turn to Hen, she’d know what to say and she’d probably tell him to follow his heart and tell Eddie how he felt. 

Buck chuckled to himself at the thought of telling Eddie that he was in love with him. Hen’s brow raised, looking at Buck in confusion. It was a bit strange that he was laughing by himself at.. nothing ? But then again, it was Buck so she didn’t think much into it. 

“Do you want to talk or?” she says, breaking his train of thought. 

“I uh- We, Eddie and I-” he paused, unsure where to go from there. 

“Evan, spit it out” 

“Did you just call me Evan ?” his mouth hung open slightly and she breathed a laugh. “Yeah, that’s not the point right now.” 

“We kissed.” Buck blurts out before he loses the courage to tell her. 

“Finally” Hen huffs, smiling at him. 

“Wait, you’re not surprised ?” 

“Buck, you’ve been drooling over Eddie since your first shift with him. I’m just surprised it didn’t happen sooner.” 

“Huh” was all the man said before walking off. 

“Yeah, good talk” Hen mumbled before turning her attention back to the book she had with her. 

--- 

40 minutes. 

That’s how long it had been since they last heard from Buck.  

He had run back into the building, even after Bobby had given him strict instructions not too but it was Buck- he never gave up. 

Eddie’s heart pounded in his chest as he stood helplessly behind the truck. Bobby radioed over for Buck, the static from the radio seemed echoed although the street was busy and full of people. It took all of Eddie not to run in there and look for Buck himself- actually he almost did, finding his way to a backdoor that was still structurally sound but Hen found him and reminded him that Christopher was waiting for his dad to come home and that Buck was more than capable of getting himself out. 

There he stood, Chimney and Hen beside him as Bobby radioed again. “Buckley, do you copy ?” Bobby waited for an answer but was met with static once again. 

The ground beneath them rumbled, Bobby looked at his team before turning to face the building. Just as the other 3 turned, they saw the entire building collapse. A 42 story hotel had been reduced to a pile of rubble. The team braced themselves as the building came down, hoping that it would come down as it once stood, in one straight pile. 

They all hoped that Buck has pulled a stupid stunt and jumped over to the next building. 

Eddie couldn’t bare the thought of losing Buck. He was the first to run towards the pile of rubble, pulling whatever he could pull and shouting for Buck. There were at least 4 other stations there, everyone started moving through, trying to find safe pathways to start the search for survivors. 

Survivor. 

That’s what Buck was to him- that, amongst other things. 

Eddie had made his way through a pile in the corner, a yellow piece of something caught his eye. He wasn't sure what it was but something in him made him think about Buck. He tugged until he got the piece out and it was a piece of Buck’s- or another firefighter’s turnout jacket. He stood there, hunched over, his hand on his chest, trying to steady his heart as all the possibilities ran through his head. 

Buck was stuck under all of this. Buck would die if they didn’t find him soon. Who was he to say that Buck was even alive? 

He pushed the heart wrenching thoughts from his mind. 

Buck is alive. Buck is alive. Buck is alive. 

Those 3 words were the only thing getting him through this. He needed to find Buck. 

Buck needed to be alive. 

Buck is alive. 

“Buck’s alive” he barely heard his radio over the chaos around him. Chimney’s voice ringing through the radio once more, Eddie let out a sigh as he heard the news this time. 

“Buck’s alive.” 

Eddie dropped everything, he didn’t mean too but Buck needed him- he needed Buck. He found the 118, Bobby stood outside of the ambulance. His hand comes up to hold Eddie back as he ran towards the ambulance. 

“Cap, move. I need to see him” “Eddie, Eddie! Hey, give them some space.” Bobby’s hand was against Eddie’s chest. His hand wrapped around Bobby’s wrist, trying to push him away to get to past him but Bobby was stronger than he looked. 

“Eddie, Buck needs all the attention he can get right now. Give them a minute to work, okay ?” 

Chimney jumps out the back of the ambulance, shutting one of the doors. “We're heading out now,” he shouts, making his way to the driver’s seat.  Eddie looks at Bobby, his head slightly tilted, his eyes silently pleading to let him go with them. Bobby reopened the door that Chim closed and nodded towards the inside. Eddie gives his captain a nod before getting in. Bobby shut the doors and hit the back as Chim pulled off. 

Eddie’s eyes trailed over Buck’s body, assessing his injuries. There was a large gash on his side that was currently covered by gauzes and he was in and out of consciousness due to the concussion he had. That was only externally, he had no idea what was going on inside- there were so many things that could be happening to Buck right now and they had no way of being completely sure until they reached the hospital. 

Hen could see the worry on Eddie’s face. Eddie was one to hold himself together but when it came to those he loved- he wore his heart on his sleeve. 

“He’s going to be okay.” She tells him- she isn't sure if those words are true but Eddie desperately needed something to cling too. 

“He's going to be okay.” Eddie repeats her words - he too, knows that those words might not be true but he tries to convince himself either way. 

The ambulance bounced as it hit a pothole. Chimney shouting a sorry from the front. The gauzes that were once taped to Buck’s side had loosened from the amount of blood that had soaked through and the pothole was the cherry on top. 

“Eddie, you’re gonna have to put pressure on it” Hen tells him, turning to reach a medical glove. By the time she turns back, Eddie’s hand is pressed to Buck’s side, his other hand holding Buck’s that laid by his side. 

Hen watched the man sitting across from her, the way his brows furrowed each time he glanced at the monitor, how his eyes glimmered with hope when Buck almost regained consciousness. Through all of the emotions, not once did Eddie’s hand shift from Buck’s side- not even an inch. 

When they arrived, Eddie and Hen moved along with the stretcher, following it inside as Hen told the nurses what his last vitals were and what injuries she has assessed so far. Eddie’s hand pressed to his friend’s side still, he silently mumbled a prayer- one he hadn’t said in a long time, hoping that his friend would pull through because he couldn't bare to lose some else. 

The nurse assured him that she was able to take him over for him, her hand ready to replace Eddie’s, yet he still walked with the stretcher. The nurse followed behind him, looking back at Hen. 

The stretcher halted in front of the OR doors, Eddie couldn't follow them in there and he knew that. “Come on,” Hen’s hand rested gently on his shoulder. 

Eddie’s heart was beating relentlessly in his chest, the fear of something happening to Buck if he leaves him was setting in but he also knew that if he didn’t step by that Buck could die right there, feet away from the OR. 

He glanced at the nurse, she nodded- her silent way of assure him once more that she’s ready when he’s ready. “Okay” he mumbles, carefully moving his hand as the nurse’s hand replaces his. 

He watched as they rolled him through the doors, he could still feel Hen’s hand on his shoulder. He walked with her back to the waiting room, Bobby and Chimney in there, Maddie too. 

All eyes were on Eddie, his hand stained red from being on Buck’s side. He hadn’t noticed until the red liquid fell from his fingertips and made little red droplets on the white floors. He walked away quietly, feeling the eyes on him until he stepped into the bathroom. 

Peeling off his turnout gear, he stepped out of it, leaving it on the floor for the moment being. The sleeve of his uniform button up was covered in blood, it had dripped down his arm. 

Discarding the shirt with his turnout gear, he stood in front of the sink, the cold water turning red as it went down the drain. He took a look at himself in the mirror. 

Parts of his face covered with dust and soot, a little drop of red on his cheek from when the gauze came loose in the ambulance, he wiped off the blood and returned to the waiting room, his gear and shirt hung on the chair beside him. He had on his regular LAFD t-shirt under all of that. 

Maddie took a seat beside him, her hand reaching for his. He didn’t say anything, he let her hold it. They both cared deeply about Buck in their own way. 

“He’s going to be okay” He tells Maddie- repeating the words Hen had told him during the ride over, he could see that she needed something to hold onto.

“He’s going to be okay” Maddie gave Eddie’s hand a small squeeze. She had been in the same waiting room countless times with the team but each time felt like the first and it didn’t get less scary either. 

--- 

Hours have gone by and only once has the doctor sent a nurse by with an update. 

“He's stable as of now.” 

As of now. 

The 3 words ringing in Eddie’s head. He knew how these things went, nothing was certain but for Buck’s sake, he hoped it was. His leg bounced, his eyes fixed on the poster about teens against drugs on the wall. 

The waiting room was almost empty, most of the team had gotten up to stretch their legs or get coffee. Bobby had stepped out to call Athena, giving her an update on Buck. Chimney and Maddie went to get some air and coffee, Hen had also stepped out for the moment, to call Karen he assumed. 

Bobby stepped back into the waiting room, Eddie still staring at the poster on the wall. He took a seat beside him. “You okay ?” he asks him quietly, not wanting to startle him- though not much scared him. 

“Yeah, fine. Did you get an update yet?” 

“No,” Bobby sighs, “Athena says she’ll be on her way with coffee and breakfast when she drops the kids off” 

Eddie hums. An announcement broke his thought, he only heard the last part- “cart to OR 3″ and his brain filled in the rest. The panic that just settled was starting to build again. Bobby noticed how Eddie’s entire demeanour changed after the announcement, his body shifted in his chair, his chest raising and falling faster than it was moments ago. 

“OR 6″ Bobby says, Eddie’s brows furrow. “What ?” 

“Buck’s in OR 6″ 

Eddie sighs. Bobby looks over at the man sitting beside him- sure they were all worried about him but no one was more worried than Eddie. 

“Eddie, can I ask you something ?” 

“Yeah, of course” 

“What's going on with you and Buck ?” 

The question hit him like a ton of bricks. Things had been less than normal between the two men, the distance after the kiss putting a strain on all the relationships in their lives. Eddie had to explain to Chris why Buck wasn't around as much and things were just awkward. 

The thought of losing Buck before he could make things right made his heart ache in the worst possible way. 

Bobby could see the way his question made Eddie stop and think. He resisted the urge to laugh but he let Eddie take a moment to figure it out. Bobby had seen the bond the two men formed since their first shift together- as long as you had eyes, you’d be able to see it too. 

From the way they looked at each other to the way they spoke about each other with glowing affection, it was hard to miss the feelings between them. 

The only person that seemed to be oblivious to this was Eddie. 

“Nothing’s going on with us” Eddie finally answers him. Bobby sighs, shaking his head. 

“Eddie, you know I don’t lecture you because I never felt the need too but I feel like I should now.” a slight frown on Eddie’s face from Bobby’s words. Bobby shifted in his seat, now facing Eddie. 

“Everyone seems to see it except you. That look you had when you saw the hotel come down- I've seen it before, on those who were waiting for someone they love to walk out but they didn’t. Why do you think you were the first to go running towards it ? Because you love him.” 

“We all love him Cap, we couldn’t just leave him there” Eddie tells him, he was unsure as to why he brought upon the fact that he loves him- they all did. 

“I understand that, but you love him.” the emphasis on the word love still didn’t connect the dots for Eddie- Bobby noticed the confusion on the man’s face. “Look at what's right in front of you, the most obvious answer is usually the right one.” he pats his shoulder before leaving Eddie to his thoughts. 

Bobby stepped out, Athena coming his way. He smiled at his wife as she approached him, his arm now over her shoulder. She leaned into his side when she saw Eddie in the waiting room. “Is he okay ?” she looks up at her husband for an answer, he hums. “Eddie’s about to realize that he's in love-” a loud ‘oh my god’ came from the waiting room, interrupting Bobby’s sentence. “Yup, there it is” 

“There’s what? I’m going to need some context here.” Athena says, still looking at the man in the waiting room. 

“He’s realized he’s in love with Buck” Bobby chuckles, “about time.” 

--- 

The sun was coming up, the curtains slightly opened in his room. Eddie had spent the night in his room, the chair in there was far too small for him as he kept drifting in and out of sleep. 

He had called Carla, letting her know that he wasn’t coming home that night. Maddie offered to stay but she deserved a proper night’s sleep in an actual bed. He promised to call her if anything changed. 

Buck stirred in his sleep, groaning as he turned. Eddie was half asleep and hadn’t noticed until he heard Buck groan. Sitting up straight, he saw Buck rolling back onto his back, “did you roll onto your side? Let me see” Eddie gets up, walking to the bedside. 

“What are you doing here?” his throat dry, a whisper was all he could manage. 

“Didn’t want you to wake up to an empty room. I spent everyone home to get some rest. Maddie said she’d be back as soon as visiting hours start.” Eddie tells him as he lifts the side of the gown to check if Buck had pulled a stitch when he rolled onto his side. Buck stayed still, feeling Eddie’s hand gently touch his side in a few spots, his fingers dragging across the edge of the gauze that was taped over what he was sure was stitches. 

“Chris ?” he asks, looking at his friend. “Home, with Carla”

“Eddie,” Buck’s hand reached for Eddie’s. 

“Buck?” his brows furrows- the typical Diaz look. Buck smiled at his expression.

“Why are you really here?” 

“I told you, I didn’t want you waking up to an empty room.” Eddie says once more, trying to convince himself more than he was trying to convince Buck. 

The blonde scoffed, that was bullshit and they both knew it. “If you’re going to lie, be better at it.” 

Eddie smiled, thinking back to their kiss in the locker room. Buck had said those same words to him just moments before. Eddie's hand comes up to Buck’s face, cupping it. Eddie leans down, his eyes locking with Buck’s. The warmth Buck radiated was the only thing that filled Eddie’s head.

Things were different this time, he was completely and utterly ready to devote himself to Buck, no questions asked. 

Buck could tell him to stop and Eddie could pull away at any moment but neither did. 

Buck took in the moment, the way Eddie’s brown eyes glimmered as the sunlight hit them, the way his hand held his face like it was made to be there. His lips finally met his, the world stopped spinning and everything melted away. It was just the two of them, as it always was - but it was different. They were so different but they were made for each other.  

When Buck finally pulled away, he looked up at Eddie. The expression on his face was nothing but love- happy, relaxed, not a worry in the world. Little did Buck know but he was mirroring the exact same expression back to Eddie. 

Buck’s brows furrowed for a moment, the reality starting to flood in. Eddie could see the change in Buck. 

“What’s wrong ?” he asks him, sitting at the edge of his bed, his hand holding Buck’s. 

“Ana, is she,” he trailed off. It hurt his heart to bring it up but he couldn't knowingly get into something with Eddie if he was still with Ana because it was wrong to both himself and to her but also because it would kill him to lose Eddie to her. 

“I- uh, I ended things weeks ago” he fidgeted with his fingers, not looking up at Buck. “It didn’t seem right to lead her on when I knew I wasn’t in love with her.” 

“So are you saying what I think you’re saying ?” Buck asked, a small smile on his face. 

“What am I saying Evan ?” Eddie bit back a smile, looking at the blonde man on the bed. 

“That you’re in love with me Edmundo” 

“Ew don’t call me that” his face twisted into a look of disgust. Buck let out a loud laugh, before telling him “don’t call me Evan then.” 

The men bickered back and forth, laughing and prodding each other for the next few minutes. The room filled with laughter and love, so much so that it hurt their faces from how much they were smiling. 

“You know,”  Eddie’s hand rested on top of Buck’s, “I really do love you” 

Buck smiles, “I love you too.” 

--- 

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my thoughts on the lawsuit arc: my 911 hot take of the day

i know the lawsuit arc is one of the most controversial storylines in all of 911 and everyone has wildly different opinions on it so i’m here to offer my take on it. this is just my opinion and how i view the characters so enjoy!

first of all, i feel like a lot of times if people love a character they get mad when the character does something they don’t agree with or that they think is wrong or selfish or harmful. and while it can be very hard to see a character that you love do things that aren’t good, that’s what makes a character interesting. if a character was perfect and never did anything wrong, they would be incredibly boring and one-dimensional. but instead of looking critically at character choices and analyzing their motivations and accepting that they’re a flawed character with complex emotions they often just get angry and say that a storyline was dumb or didn’t make sense because it didn’t fit with their view of the character.

this is what i’ve seen a lot of people do with buck, bobby, and the lawsuit arc. they say that both of them acted recklessly and impulsively and handled the situation terribly, and i’m here to say: yes, they did, and that’s the entire point.

the entire lawsuit arc revolves around all of these characters making all the wrong decisions, but with very valid and understandable motivations behind those decisions. neither of them acted like their best selves because they weren’t being their best selves. they weren’t acting out of logic, they were acting out of raw emotion and that led them to make stupid decisions that caused a lot of pain. and that’s a good thing. (for the story, not for the characters obviously)

let’s first look at bobby, who arguably was the catalyst for this whole situation (technically it was the truck bombing, but i’m talking season 3). the end of season 2 sees bobby being forced to deal with his traumatic past and relive the deaths of his wife and children and all of the people in that apartment building that he felt responsible for. he has his title and job stripped away, he’s taken away from the thing that provides him with healthy coping mechanisms, and then he’s forced to watch from the sidelines while the man he thinks of as a son is trapped under a ladder truck that was intended to kill bobby.

obviously bobby gets his job back, buck survives, and everything’s relatively okay at the end of season 2, but bobby still has that guilt on top of the guilt he’s been dealing with for years over his wife and kids. beginning of season 3, bobby is tentatively ready to welcome buck back, and then he watches buck almost die in front of him (again) and, understandably, panics. he tells buck he’s not ready to come back and buck lashes out and quits.

bobby watches buck almost die yet again during the tsunami, which he almost certainly blamed himself for, feeling that if he had let buck come back to work, buck wouldn’t have gotten caught in the tsunami.

buck obviously comes around and takes the fire marshal job, which bobby viewed as a way to let buck do what he wants while still protecting him. bobby blames himself for everything that’s happened to buck in the past six months, so of course he’s going to do everything he can to keep buck safe.

so, bobby lied to him and kept him from doing what he loved, because he didn’t know another way to keep buck safe. the concerns bobby raises even outside of his personal investment are very valid: buck is on blood thinners, which would make it significantly more dangerous for buck to be on a call. bobby already worries about buck constantly and this would only add another level to that, and he has an entire team to look out for.

and the most important thing: bobby blames himself for everything that’s happened to buck. if he allowed buck to come back and buck got hurt, bobby would blame himself. bobby has already lost so much and still blames himself, and he doesn’t think he can handle another loss like the one he’s already suffered. his actions come from a place of love and concern for buck and his safety.

and now for buck. i relate a lot to buck so there might be a bit of projecting in here but i’ll do my best to keep it impartial. to start off: what buck did was stupid, impulsive, selfish, and ended up hurting everyone he cared about. but it also makes complete sense when you look at it from his point of view.

as viewers of the show, we see the complete picture. we see every point of view, all of the thought processes behind character decisions, so it’s much easier for us to judge characters for their decisions. but we have to remember: buck did not have the full story. buck couldn’t see into bobby’s head and understand that this was coming from a place of love and a desire to protect.

all buck saw was the people he cared about abandoning him and thinking he wasn’t capable enough to do his job. this wasn’t at all what happened, but from his point of view that’s what it seemed like. and when you look at the situation from buck’s point of view, this starts to make a lot of sense.

end of season 2, buck gets crushed by a ladder truck and nearly dies. in an instant, his job, his normal life, and everything he cares about is ripped away from him. his girlfriend breaks up with him (not blaming ali, she had her reasons) which was just another person that left him, so he feels completely and utterly alone.

in the 5 months between season 2 and season 3, buck worked tirelessly to get better and get to the point where he could get back to being a firefighter, which he views as his entire life and the only thing that gives him purpose. he finally gets to where he can come back, and it’s all ripped away from him again when he nearly dies (again). after the blood clot, bobby tells him that the higher ups don’t think he should come back yet because of the blood thinners. buck is still in a very emotionally raw state, so he quits.

buck is understandably miserable after this, he feels like his life has no purpose and he’s unable to do what he loves. and then: the tsunami. buck nearly dies (AGAIN) and also almost loses christopher, who he basically views as a son. buck feels like he’s failed eddie but eddie reassures him that he trusts him completely.

and now we get to the primary conflict between bobby and buck’s respective motivations. bobby’s decisions, at their core, were out of guilt. he felt responsible for buck being injured, so he did everything he could to try to make up for that and keep buck from being injured.

buck’s motivations, on the other hand, revolved around trust. he always felt like he could trust bobby and the 118 completely, and saw them as family, especially bobby. buck thought that bobby was on his side, that he wanted buck to come back as much as buck did. when he finds out that bobby is the reason buck can’t come back, he feels betrayed. he sees the decision as an indication that bobby doesn’t trust him, and that he didn’t trust him enough to tell him what was really going on.

another important thing: buck had every reason to believe that the rest of the 118 knew what bobby was doing and were also lying to buck. the only person who knew was athena, but buck had no way of knowing that. buck himself says that the 118 tells each other everything, so why wouldn’t he assume that hen and chimney and eddie all knew and also chose not to tell him?

in buck’s eyes, his entire support system (excluding maddie) is ripped away from him at once. the 118, his family, doesn’t trust him, they lied to him, and they replaced him. obviously none of this is true, but from buck’s point of view, it makes complete sense.

this also makes eddie’s conversation with buck after the tsunami take on a whole new meaning. buck’s best friend looked into his eyes and assured him that he trusted him more than anyone in the world, and now buck thinks that eddie has been lying to his face. if bobby can lie to him and eddie can lie to him, then he can’t trust anything he thought he could.

so, buck goes for the nuclear option. he doesn’t feel like he has any other choice because he doesn’t feel like he even has anyone in his life that he can depend on right now. without his family, his friends, and his job he has nothing, so he grabs the first opportunity he sees to get that back.

was it a good decision? absolutely not. did it end up hurting everyone he cares about and nearly costing him everything? yes. was it stupid and impulsive and selfish and a whole bunch of other bad things? also yes.

but that is why it makes sense. it’s a very human decision borne from very complex, human emotions, and so is bobby’s decision. these characters are deeply flawed and complex and sometimes do impulsive and selfish things and that’s what makes them interesting.

the lawsuit arc is a perfect example of two people who deeply care about each other making all the wrong choices in an attempt to protect themselves and the people they care about. and that is why i think it is an incredibly well executed storyline that added tremendous depth to both buck and bobby’s respective characters and their relationship.

hope you enjoyed my ridiculously long post of the day! let me know if you want to hear my thoughts on any other storylines because i spend a ridiculous amount of time thinking about this show.

#a lawsuit arc post in 2021? it’s more likely than you think #i’m probably gonna make so many of these during the hiatus #feel free to add on any thoughts you have #911 #911 fox #evan buckley #bobby nash

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Buddie + 3? I'm living vicariously through you and several others with this ship ^^;

Valentine’s day at the firehouse always sucked, in Buck’s humble opinion. His last few had been miserable (the date with Abby was nice, the impromptu tracheotomy not so much). And now that Bobby was married, suddenly Buck was one of the last single people on their shift.

“Oh cheer up, Buck,” Hen teased as she caught sight of his moping face. “You’re not the only single person in the firehouse this year.”

She then sent a significant glance towards Eddie’s back and Buck didn’t know whether or not to be sad or comforted. He settled on sad, giving Hen the briefest acknowledgement, before returning to staring at the back of Eddie’s LAFD shirt bearing his name.

The thing was bothering Buck most, however, was that he knew Eddie wasn’t supposed to be single.

Eddie was supposed to be spending this Valentine’s day with Shannon. But that option had been taken from him in the most tragic way. Not only had Shannon asked for a divorce, but she’d been hit by a car. Eddie hadn’t even had a chance to make things right before Shannon was gone. It wasn’t fair.

Before Buck could spiral further into his own thoughts of tragedy, self-pity, and sadness -- both for himself and for his best friend slash unrequited love -- Eddie turned and offered Buck a beaming smile that sunk right into his heart.

“Hey Buck,” Eddie greeted, slapping Buck on the shoulder with a hand and giving it a gentle squeeze -- an act reminiscent of a day in the not too distant past where Eddie had broken through the final lock on Buck’s heart. “Have any plans for today?”

Buck shrugged. “Oh, you know, pizza and Star Trek. It’s really just another day when you’re single.”

“True that!” Chimney called from the balcony, and a there was a swell of chuckles that followed. When the echoes died out, as they finished bouncing around the spacious concrete structure, Eddie turned back to Buck with those hyperfocused eyes.

“There’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you.”

“So why don’t you come over and do pizza and Star Trek with me and Christopher? We can make it a boy’s night. I’ll even spring for beers.”

Buck’s heart lurched in his chest and then quickly shifted into fluttering almost painfully as a tiny bubble of hope rose up. He tried desperately to quash it and play off his agreement with nonchalance. “Oh, yeah, sure! That sounds great. I’ll bring the pies.”

Eddie gave that heartwarming half smile that sent Buck’s heart into a tizzy as he clapped Buck’s shoulder one last time. “Sounds great. See you at six?”

“Yeah,” Buck dry swallowed. “Six.”

As Eddie’s retreating back disappeared out of sight, Buck heard a faint clicking. He turned to his left and saw Chim and Hen with their arms crossed, Hen with her head bowed as she shook it back and forth, clicking her tongue.

“Boys,” she muttered with heavy exasperation. 

Chimney nodded sagely at her side. “You said it.”

---

Buck pulled up to Eddie’s house at 6:03 PM after having showered and shaved (slightly), with piping hot pizza from Giovanni’s, the small local restaurant that was only ten minutes from Eddie’s place and was an immediate favorite of Christopher’s. There were two boxes -- one, a standard combination pizza for Eddie and Buck, and a smaller pepperoni and mushroom pizza for Christopher.

Knocking once for an air of politeness, Buck shouldered open the door with a practiced ease. “I’ve got pizza!” he called into the apartment. There was an immediate flurry of noise as Christopher came barreling down the hall as fast as his crutches would carry him before he collided hard with Buck’s midriff.

“Buck!” Christopher was chanting, hugging Buck tightly. “Buck! Buck! Buck!”

“Hey, buddy!” Buck slid the pizza boxes onto Eddie’s counters before reaching down to envelop his favorite kid in a tight, protective hug. One hand landed on the back of Christopher’s head the way it had when he’d pulled Christopher from the water all those months ago. All Buck wanted to do was wrap Christopher up in his arms and keep him safe forever, but experience had taught him that you couldn’t wrap up kids in bubble wrap.

“Buck! It’s boy’s night!” Christopher crowed happily before detaching himself from Buck and moving back into the living room. “Gonna watch Star Trek with us, Buck?”

“You know it!” Buck grinned, glancing up as Eddie entered from the hallway with a soft smile. Buck’s heart did a backflip. Eddie’s hair was damp, and so was the collar of his shirt -- he must have just gotten out of the shower. He looked so clean he was almost glowing (but Buck was almost positive that Eddie glowed even after a four-alarm fire with his hair sweat matted and his face smeared with soot).

“Thanks for coming Buck,” Eddie said softly as he went for the pizza, using the disposable plates Giovanni’s had provided. “Beer’s in the fridge. I’ll get the disk loaded up in the DVD player.”

Buck grabbed two beers and a bottle of IBC Root Beer for Christopher (Eddie’s way to help Christopher feel included when the adults had their ‘grown-up drinks’). He popped the tops and set them on the coasters spread across the coffee table. Christopher had plopped himself into a special ‘movie theater’ seat that Eddie had bought off eBay. It had a cup holder and it reclined like the fancy new seats that were sweeping the nation, but it was miniature and just the right size for an eager seven-year old to use as he ate his pizza from the coffee table.

“So, what episodes are we watching?” Buck asked curiously from the couch where he had unceremoniously thrown himself, leaving just enough space for Eddie who shoved his legs out of the way before sitting.

“Wait, you actually meant the TV show?” Eddie asked, sounding genuinely surprised. “What happened to the Buck who didn’t care about anything that was made before you were born?”

Buck felt his face heat as he grew flustered. “Well, I just knew it was Christopher’s favorite show that he shared with you so I started watching it. I’m not very far -- I fall asleep a lot when it’s on. But I think I’m in Season 2?”

Eddie looked gobsmacked. It took a second but he shook his head, seeming to regain his composure. “We’re actually watching the 2009 movie with Chris Pine. Lots of explosions and action sequences. We thought it was more your style.”

“And sky-diving!” Chris piped up from the floor. “They go sky-diving!”

Both Eddie and Buck laughed, and Eddie took that moment to hit play on the menu screen before he settled in with his pizza, nestled just close enough to Buck to be absolutely maddening. Buck watched the film with moderate interest -- he’d seen it when it had first hit the theaters with his friends back in Pennsylvania but he hadn’t been super interested in the sci-fi genre at the time.

But now he wanted to watch and appreciate the film for what it stood for as a representation of his growing closeness with Eddie and Christopher.

It was just damn hard with Eddie’s leg burning a brand into his knee through the entire two and a half hour film.

Buck was so screwed.

---

After the film ended, Buck hung around on the couch as Eddie got Christopher ready for bed. He laughed as Christopher kept trying to convince his dad to let them watch at least one episode of the original Star Trek series before bed, but Eddie wasn’t swayed.

“It might be Valentine’s and you might have had too much candy at school, but it’s still a school night and that means bedtime is at 8:30. We’re already late on getting you into pajamas and teeth brushing!”

“But dad! Buck hasn’t seen Tribbles!”

“Tribbles can wait until the next boy’s night, okay?” Buck called down the hall, craning his neck around the corner to see Christopher, half in his pajamas and partially in the doorway of the bathroom where he was standing toe to toe with Eddie. At Buck’s words, however, Christopher gave in, allowing Eddie to usher him back into the bathroom with a grateful smile sent back down the hall to Buck.

After that it took no time at all to get Christopher tucked into bed with one final, “Good night, Buck,” followed by a warm hug and the soft sounds of Eddie telling his son one last story before the door to Christopher’s bedroom shut with a muted click.

Eddie’s feet dragged down the hallway with soft heavy padding noises before the frazzled father himself rounded the corner and he collapsed onto the couch, his head nearly in Buck’s lap. Eddie stared at the ceiling for a long moment and Buck took that moment to stare at Eddie.

“Thanks for coming over tonight Buck,” Eddie sighed, his eyes drifting shut for a few long moments. “We both really needed this.”

“Yeah,” Buck replied, desperately trying to keep his voice from cracking with all of the emotion behind it. He failed. “Anytime.”

Buck paused, then continued -- “And it’s not like I had anyone that wanted to spend Valentine’s day with me anyway.”

From his position on the couch, Eddie stiffened, his eyes still remaining shut -- though now with some apparent effort. After a few moments of deliberation, Eddie sat up turning to face Buck with a heavy expression.

“I wanted to spend Valentine’s day with you, Buck. That’s why I invited you.”

It was like a punch to the solar plexus and Buck reeled backwards. “But -- but I thought you only offered because my whole plan for the day sounded pathetic.”

Eddie’s hand was on his shoulder again, warm and solid and strong.

“I was the one who asked you what you were doing today, Buck. I wanted to invite you over. I just thought your plans would be fun with the three of us.”

Buck’s heart tripped and he felt short of breath. “Wait, so -- so it’s Valentine’s day, and you wanted -- you wanted -- but it’s not like -- I mean you’re not -- you haven’t been flirting with me or anything!” he sputtered, stumbling over his words.

Where Buck was flustered and buzzing, Eddie was calm and steady.

“Buck, I’m flirting with you. I have been since the day I met you.”

“But you -- Christopher -- I don’t -- wait --,” Buck’s breaths were coming in hard and heavy and he suddenly found himself with nearly a lap full of Eddie Diaz as Eddie’s hands cupped his face and the other man drew himself closer.

“Buck, Buck,” Eddie stressed, pointing Buck’s face towards his own, “look at me Buck. Deep breaths. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Or to break your trust, but I --”

Whatever apologies or retractions Eddie had set to spill from his lips were silenced as Buck leaned forward quickly and pressed his lips against Eddie’s. Buck didn’t want the apologies or retractions or the ‘We can pretend this never happened’. He wanted this. He wanted nights watching cheesy sci-fi remake films and eating pizza and hugging Christopher good night. He wanted Eddie Diaz pressed next to him from shoulder to ankle, warm and real. He wanted all of this -- but he’d just been too afraid to say so.

Buck pulled away from Eddie’s soft and incredibly willing lips with a soft smack, feeling Eddie’s exhale brush gently against his skin. Eddie’s thumbs brushed over his cheekbones softly and sent a thrill up Buck’s spine.

“I’ve been flirting with you too,” Buck said softly, through a smile that he thought might actually break his face.

Eddie grinned then, that same bright indulgent smile that seemed to be reserved only for Buck. He pecked Buck on the lips quickly before pulling away, their smiles making it difficult to do much more.

“You’re incredible, you know that right?”

Buck couldn’t help the smirk that creeped onto his face. “So I’ve been told.”

“Shut up.”

Eddie shouldered Buck hard, sending Buck rocking back away towards the other end of the couch -- laughing all the way. But it was worth it, seeing Eddie’s pink tinged cheeks as he rolled his eyes, taking one final swig from his beer.

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley was in love with his best friend, and it turned out that when your best friend loved you back? Valentines Day didn’t suck as bad after all.

#buddie #buddie is real #911 fox #911 on fox #my writing #OMG I LOVED THIS ONE A LOT #it's definitely going on ao3 #sorry it got out of hand??? #rai-knightshade

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Day 2 (11th of February) - “That might just be the least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me” @buddietinesweek

Love sick

Buck was waiting on his doctor to come back with his results. She'd said his throat looked irritated then took a swab.

He wasn't feeling too hot. Or, well that wasn't the right way of putting it. He felt like his skin was on fire to top off his throat hurting.

"Mr. Buckley." She pulled him out of his phone where he was watching short videos while he was alone to try cheering himself up.

"Just Buck is fine." Buck forced a smile once he finished coughing.

"Well, your results came back as streptococcal pharyngitis. Strep throat. That's what's causing your fever. We'll get you on some oral antibiotics." At buck's gulping which made him wince she continued.

 "I'd advise you need to avoid others for a few weeks at the least. You can come back in a week or so for a checkup though. I'm sure you already know not to share any fluids with others." At buck's nod she went on.

 "Be sure to keep as clean as you can as it can be passed on easily to those around you through sneezing and coughing. The nurse at the front desk can take your insurance and set up where you want your prescription to go before you leave. You didn't have any questions sir?"

"But Valentine's in less than a week." Buck groaned.

"I'm sure you're partner would like to stay healthy and you wouldn't want to pass it on to people you love." She said.

"Yeah, yeah. I don't have to like it." Buck huffed as he got up to go.

This was just great. His first Valentine's day with Eddie since last year when they got together after it had already passed. Buck couldn't catch a break. But he'd be damned if he let himself infect Christopher and Eddie with this. He felt miserable and he wouldn’t wish this on anyone.

His trip out towards his jeep and eventually to the store for cleaning supplies and comfort food while waiting for his drugs was a blur. Buck's pretty sure he could double for a zombie with how he looked but made sure to keep to himself avoiding a cart for his arms and hands. His cough drops were helping too.

Soon he was on his way home to spread the news. Casa de Buckley was off limits till further notice. He took his first dose with food and sent out the mass text. Bobby would have to coordinate things till Buck was 100% again.

Buck decided to call Eddie instead though to both be more personal with his boyfriend and hear his comforting voice.

"Hey Buck, how are you babe?" He heard that smile.

"I'm sweating because my brains melting, and my throat feels like a bee stung my insides, but all i can think about is not being able to kiss you or see Christopher,"

"Wait. You're sick? But I just saw you yesterday”

"Yeah."

"I'm coming over."

"No! Eddie I'm not getting you sick with my dick or yours for that matter no matter how hot and sweet you are fever delusions or not and that's final. I'll barricade my door if I have to. Don't test me man. Please," Buck started coughing only to sigh.

“That might just be both the most and least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me”

"Just keep talking. I like the sound of your voice Eds. And I might owe you a rain check for valentine's,"

"Ok. But you're more important than some holiday. Do you wanna talk to Christopher too?"

"Sure. I gotta explain why movie nights cancelled. Let me drink something, "

"It was game night. I'll get him."

"Right. I'm sick cut me a break" buck laughed.

"Hi buck." Christopher's voice brought a smile to his face.

"Hey buddy." Buck replied.

"Are you ok?"

"No buddy I'm sick. But I'll be better in maybe over a week. The doctor got me medicine to help but hearing you guys is good too." Buck said.

Christopher told him about his day after Eddie got home along with Eddie saying what they'd gotten up to at work. Buck replied when he could until he was snoring.

"Daddy, i think buck fell asleep." Christopher whispered.

"Yeah. Say good night."

Christopher did then handed back the phone.

Eddie went to his room. He'd put Christopher to sleep in another half hour. He left the call connected even if someone else might find it odd. Buck was his boyfriend so he could do that right?

He'd fall asleep to the sound of Buck once he put Christopher to bed a few minutes later.

-

It'd been a few days. Well four to be exact.

Eddie had wormed his way inside despite buck's protests. They didn't kiss and barely held hands as they watched a movie while buck's soup cooked.

"I can't figure out how I got sick still" buck said as Eddie brought him a bowl.

"It could have been the smallest thing. Don't worry about it. Just get better and if you're not okay by valentine's then we'll do something else later." Eddie turned off the TV.

"What?" Buck blew his spoon away from Eddie.

"I'm gonna go. Finish your soup then take a nap Buck. Love you." Eddie moved to kiss Buck on reflex.

Buck tucked his head as Eddie's lips met his hairline and forehead near his birthmark.

"Oh. Sorry. I guess I forgot,”

"You're not getting sick. I love you too much for that." Buck smiled as Eddie left.

-

It was valentine's day. Outside of Maddie and Chimney coming over to check up on him his place was still quarantined.

Buck sat alone in his apartment as his favorite show was ending.

Eddie hadn't said much about today during their nightly check ins with Christopher too.

The door opened to Eddie bringing in a pizza.

"Eddie-"

"I know, no kissing or sex,I'm not a caveman Buck."

Buck snickered.

"Stop laughing." Eddie said lightly as he got them drinks.

"You've gotta admit you walked into that one even if your are pretty good at it mister punchy."

They had space between them as Buck found a romcom to watch.

Half way through Buck turned it off as the guy was way too creepy even if he was hot.

Eddie switched the TV over as Buck asked. "So Christopher okay?"

"He misses you, same as me. He's with my Tia tonight and his cousin."

"Wait. What are you doing? You can’t sleep over Eddie even if I feel a little better.”

"Relax it’s just for the surprise part of our date night. I had to go to two stores for this and it wasn't even the version I wanted."

Buck watched as a Sims game booted up on his console.

"Okay?" He still didn't get it.

"At least one version of me can kiss you tonight. Come on, we're gonna make you first. Think this game says they even got supernatural stuff in it too." Eddie started on the character creation.

Buck found it entirely hilarious but also incredibly thoughtful. With Eddie's character finished and them looking for passable doppelgangers they began the game.

They kissed as a fire started in the kitchen only for the fire department to show up and save them.

Eddie had them get in the hot tub as music was playing. It was nice until their random visiting neighbor died summoning death.

"Okay this is just weird now." Buck said as he flirted with the grim reaper making Eddie jealous.

"How could you cheat on me with death?" Eddie asked incredulously.

"I just did it. Relax it’s not like I really like them. Oh." Buck watched his avatar hug death.

"I'm a werewolf?!" Eddie asked as the moon rose transforming him.

"Dude. Death just proposed to me and I turned them down for you. Wait, now I'm a zombie?"

Eddie turned off the game after that.

"Okay. Maybe that wasn't a good idea."

"No. It was great. I haven't laughed like that all week. Real me would never cheat on you, you're it for me." Buck leaned in absentmindedly as Eddie smiled before remembering and leaning away.

"Want another slice?" Eddie got up.

"Yeah. I can't have you in me so I guess I'll just have to settle for that." Buck joked startling Eddie to drop his plate into the sink.

"Buck you can't just say that.I’m only human, it’s hard not jumping your bones babe. But I'm glad you're feeling better." Eddie said while taking the second controller and moving it before sitting back down.

"The second I'm cleared of the zombie virus I'm gonna be all over you." Buck said devouring his food with fervor.

"I look forward to it. But until then this is a good date because I'm spending it with you." Eddie said drinking his lime soda before enjoying another slice.

"I owe Christopher hugs and kisses too so he's first then I'm all yours." Buck winked.

"All mine you say, hmm. I like the sound of that. The things we could do." Eddie raised his eyebrow.

"Just keep that thought for a few more days and hope my doctor tells me I'm all good." Buck grinned.

"You're more than good." Eddie said.

"You know what I meant."

"Yeah. But it's still true."

They were back to it now watching an action movie.

Eddie was glad Buck didn't look so down anymore. He'd wait a lifetime for buck, he was worth it.

#buddietines week #buddie #buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 #my writing #solo mio #long #ficlet #fic #Valentine's day #Valentine's #Valentine #buddietines #buddietinesweek

[loveistherootofhappiness]

this wasn’t on the list of prompts you posted but like,,, chimney and maddie start making out whike maddie is cooking christmas dinner and just before things start to get even more intense, buck knocks on the door 😜🙈

Long time no hear from! I’m back and I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this. But, Christmas is year round right? Thank you so much for prompting me and I hope you like what I did with it. Just a fair warning, I upped the ante just a bit 😉. This was a thrill to write, thanks again.

Also written for Countdown to Christmas

Pairing: MadneyRating: M (slightly)Word count: 1322

Can also be read here...

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Maddie looked around at her absolute disaster of a kitchen. Pots, pan, mixing bowls, along with several types of food and ingredients lined her stove top and counters. She sighed heavily as she ran through the checklist in her mind, making she that she hadn’t forgot to make anything. It wasn’t that she was trying to make sure everything was perfect, it was just that it was her family’s first time hosting Christmas in their new home they’d moved into a few months ago. She wanted it to be special, even though it was just going to be her and Buck’s families, the Lee’s, and Albert. Athena, Bobby, Hen and Karen were out of town with their families.

A set a solid, muscular arms wrapped around her, startling her a bit. It didn’t take long for her brain to catch up to what was happening and she settled into the hold. “I didn’t hear you come in?”

“I could have used a bullhorn and you probably wouldn’t have heard me,” he nuzzled her neck and she brought a hand up to run through his hair. Placing a kiss there, he said, “stop worrying so much, everything is going to be fine. Besides it’s just, Buck, Eddie and the kids. You know Joy, Celina, and Christopher will be fine with whatever and Buck and Eddie will eat it as long as it’s edible. Not to say that the food won’t be delicious, but...”

Maddie chucked, knowing it was true, especially about her brother. “I know, but it’s our fist time hosting Christmas here, I just want it to be special, you know.”

“Yeah, I do and it will be, so stop worrying. Everything smells great,” he placed another kiss on her neck, “especially you.”

“Chimney,” Maddie half-heartedly warned, as he continued to pepper kisses, “I have to finish this.”

He turned her in his arms, pushing her flush between the kitchen island and his body. “You’ve already finished cooking and they shouldn’t be here for another few hours.” The pure arousal in his voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“But I have to clean,” Maddie tried. The look in his eyes was weakening her and she knew her voice was betraying her.

He attacked her neck again, nipping and sucking. Not enough to leave marks as he knew better. He trailed up her neck, along her jawline, until he reached her lips. Against them, he asked breathily, “do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

Permission granted, he picked her up and placed her on a cleanish section of the counter, and kissed her. The kiss deepened quickly with both of them moaning into it, hungry for more.

“You know,” Chimney said between breaths as he broke the kiss, “as long as we’ve lived here I don’t think we’ve Christened this room yet.”

“Oh gee, I wonder how we let that happen. I guess know is as good a time as any.” Maddie wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him back into her and captured his lips again. Her hands began to roam up his chest and back down til she reached the hem of his shirt. Lifting the material, she easily slipped a hand past the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, softly caressing his underwear covered bulge and was met with a deep groan. Removing her hand, she brought hands to band of his pants and started to push them down when he moved her hands.

Breaking away from her lips, “Not yet. There’s something I want to do first, lie back.”

Maddie smirked, already knowing what that “something” was and did as she was told. As she put her back against the counter she knew it was covered in flour and sprinkles from the cookies she’d made for their daughter, she could feel it coating her back and tank top, but she didn’t care. Chimney’s eyes never left he slowly ran his fingers up her legs and thighs. She bit her lip, fighting against closing her eyes at the sensations, waiting to stay in this moment with him. She always loved the amount of love she saw in his eyes whenever they made eye contact like this.

As his fingers reached the waist band of her pajama shorts, “still good?” Maddie nodded. “Good.” As he pulled her shorts and underwear down she lifted her hips to make the slide easier. He slid them down her legs and off, tossing them out of the way. Chimney wasted no time dropping down and kissing her inner thighs. His little bites were sure to leave marks, but they could be covered. Maddie gripped the edge of the counter from behind as her moans began to increase in volume.

He stopped when he reached her center, spreading her legs a little further and pulling her body forward a little. She met his eyes again and he smirked at her before put his tongue exactly where she needed. Maddie couldn’t have been more glad that her daughter was with her uncle because the volume of the yelp she let out was probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Her back arched of the counter at the glorious feel of what he was doing to her. His hands were gripping her waist. The hand wasn’t gripping the island for dear life found its way into his hair, careful not to grip and tug.

She could feel that oh so familiar feeling in pit of her stomach. She was nearing her peak. She concentrated on the sensation, building and building until...

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?!” Chimney and Maddie said simultaneously, knowing they couldn’t have possibly heard what they thought they did. Not now.

Knock. Knock. Knock. They heard again.

Rolling her eyes, Maddie sat up, knowing the moment was over. She could see Chimney doing the same as he rose to his feet. The two of them were silent as Maddie hopped down off the island to redress, thankful their front door was nowhere near the kitchen. Looking between each other, they decided it would be best for Maddie to answer the door. Chimney had a little situation going on that he need to take care of.

Going their separate ways, with Chimney heading up to their bedroom, Maddie walked to the front door. As she opened it, she knew they’d made the right call, with their daughter and her brother greeting her. “Mommy!” Joy wrapped her arms around her.

“Hey, baby! Why are you back so soon?”

“She couldn’t wait to get the rest of her presents, and know how the little munchkin is. So we figured we go ahead and come over here,” Buck told her, juggling the presents in his arms.

“Why didn’t you call?”

“I did and so did Eddie. What were you doing?”

Maddie looked sheepish. “Oh, I was-”

“Mommy, where’s daddy?” Her daughter interrupted.

Thankful for the interruption Maddie turned her attention to Joy. “Upstairs,” Joy let her go and took off, “don’t run!” Maddie yelled without turning around. She heard to little patter of her feet grow slower.

She stepped aside to let him Buck into the house, going to grab some of the gift boxes from him, “All of Joy’s stuff is in the trunk. She opened all of what we had for her this morning,” Buck held out the boxes he was holding, “these are for you and Chimney.”

Christopher and Eddie entered the home with Celina in her car seat. “Thank you both so much for keeping her yesterday, guys. She really wanted to spend the night with her favorite Uncles.”

“It was no problem Maddie, we love having her.” Eddie answered and Maddie smiled.

After she settled the gifts under the tree, she went to go upstairs to shower and change. “Um, Maddie,” she heard her brother say.

“Yeah?”

“Is there any reason your back is covered in flour and sprinkles?”

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Previous works in the series: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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[tickletastic]

Poker Face

Rating: G/SFW

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1307

Fandom: 9-1-1

Ship: hints of Buck&Eddie, Athena&Bobby, and Maddie&Chimney

Summary: The station 118 crew, Athena and Maddie has a game night, except not everybody has a great poker face.

Notes: I hope you guys like this! I love this show but sadly there’ are no fics for it.

“I’m sick of poker, can’t we play something else?” Buck whined, putting his cards down on the table.

The 118 team had decided to have a game night, Maddie and Athena tagging along of course. They had played monopoly until Bobby had to stop Athena from flipping the board, and Hen had suggested poker. The only downside of that is that a certain pouty 26-year-old sucked at his poker face.

“Aww, c’mon Ev, don’t be a baby,” Maddie teased her younger brother. “Stop whining, you’ve gotta work on your poker face.”

“Nah, maybe Buck’s right, poker’s getting a little boring,” Hen began, smiling to herself when Buck’s pout went away, “I think I know a game that would be better in helping Buck improve his poker face.”

Buck groaned and his pout returned, Maddie gently poking him in the side, causing him to quickly push her hand away. That caught Chimney’s attention, but he quickly let it go.

“It’s called cheat,” Hen began to explain, removing the chips from the table and shuffling two decks of cards. “All you have to do is put one or more card face down on top of the first one in a circle, except it has to be the card directly above the last one put down. So if I put down a 2, Bobby would have to put down a 3, Athena, 4, and so on.”

“So why’s it called cheat?” Eddie questioned, placing his hand on Buck’s thigh.

“I was just getting to that part. So, you can’t pass, no matter what you have to put down the next card in the series, so even if you don’t have it, you have to cheat and put down a different card. If someone thinks you’re cheating, they can call cheat. If we check and you were cheating, you take the whole deck, if you weren’t, they take the whole deck.” Hen finished, having also dealt 7 small decks for each of the players.

“Sounds like fun, I’m in,” Athena smirked, knowing her poker face is the best of the bunch.

They started the game, starting with Maddie playing a 2 and going around the circle from Maddie, to Chimney, to Bobby, Athena, Hen, Diaz, and finally to Buck. When it finally came time for Buck to play an 8, he fumbled, looking through his cards until he finally played two.

“Two 8s.”

“Cheat,” Eddie said, turning his head to look at Buck.

“Seriously?” Buck groaned, rolling his eyes and grabbing the pile from the middle.

This is how the game continued to go, the circle would go around for a few rounds until Buck was low on cards, and someone would call cheat. After a couple games, Buck was getting obviously exasperated.

“I thought you would’ve grown out of being a sore loser,” Maddie joked, turning to her younger brother.

“You don’t grow out of wanting to be the best,” Buck commented, still shuffling through his cards to organize them. At this point Buck had almost an entire deck in his hands.

“Being a baby isn’t the only thing you haven’t grown out of,” Maddie spoke, reaching her hand up and poking Buck in his upper ribs.

“Hey!” Buck squeaked, dropping his cards on the floor.

“What was that?�� Bobby inquired, looking towards Buck for an explanation to the sound. Buck quickly got up from his spot on the couch and climbed over the back, knowing what was yet to come if Maddie decided to spill his guts to the group.

“I believe that was a squeak,” Maddie began, an evil smile finding its way to her face, “You see, my little brother is super ticklish.”

“No way,” Chimney gawked, looking in Buck’s direction.

“Not true! Maddie just touched a scar. Only babies are- Hen, Chim, sit back down. Maddie is lying to you.” Buck’s mind was going miles a minute, he knew he could take on one of them if it came to it, but taking on both Hen and Chim? That wasn’t going to work out for him. His fight or flight kicked in and he turned around to run, until his ankle was grabbed and he slid to the floor with a light thud.

“Hey guys, you don’t have to do this. Maddie was just messing around, only kids are ticklish.” Buck spoke in an attempt to sound cool-headed, a smile on his face attempting to mask his nervousness.

“Then this part shouldn’t bother you,” Chim teased, pinning Buck’s arms above his head as Hen sat on his legs. Suddenly 20 fingers were touching his body and Buck was trying his very hardest to grit his teeth and ignore the sensations.

“Aww, c’mon Buck, you’re gonna have to break eventually,” Hen teased, her fingers tickling his tummy. Chim’s fingers were at work on Buck’s ribs. Despite his efforts and his gritted teeth, a huge smile was taking over Buck’s face.

“Aww, that’s cute, you’re like a little kid Buck,” Eddie teased, watching Hen and Chimney do their work on Buck.

Buck wanted so bad to tell his boyfriend to shut his mouth, but he knew that the dam would break if he opened his.

“Chim, there’s a spot on Buck’s top rib, closer to his back, get there,” Maddie encouraged.

Buck frantically shook his head, attempting to free his hands, and looking like an absolute deer caught in the headlights.

The reaction was immediate when Chimney touched the spot, and Buck instantly attempted to buck his attackers off of him, the smile on his face taking over.

“Nohohoho, cuhuhut it out!” Buck squealed, shaking his head left and right.

“Did he just squeal?” Bobby asked, looking towards Maddie.

“He most certainly did, and it’s not hard to get him to do it again.”

“Aww, who knew Mr. Alpha Male Buck giggles like a child? Not so tough anymore?” Hen teased, her fingers teasing Buck’s hips, causing his struggles to increase.

“Dohohont! Hehehen stahahap!” Buck screamed, desperately trying to get his hands free.

“Looks like it gets him pretty bad there Hen, I think you should stay there for a little, he deserves to suffer a little,” Chim spoke mischievously. “C’mon Maddie, give us the scoop, where’s he worst?”

“I’d say his thighs, his armpits and feet are pretty bad too,” Maddie disclosed, smiling at the scene.

“C’mon kid, we’ll let you decide which two to get, if you say none we’ll just have to choose for ourselves,” Chimney reasoned.

“Plehehease nohohone! Hahahave mercy,” Buck giggled, desperately wanting to curl up.

“Looks like we’re choosing Chim, I say thighs and feet,” Hen chuckled.

“Good idea.”

Suddenly Buck was sent into a ticklish hell as his feet and thighs were tickled, his arms were now free but all he did was attempt to curl his whole body, getting blocked by Hen and Chim’s bodies.

“WAHAIT! NOT FAIR! SHIHIHIHIT,” Buck belly laughed, his entire body shaking, he resorted to his last option, considering who he would get sympathy from on the couch. “EHEHEDDIE HEHEHELP! PLEHEHEASE!”

Eddie chuckled and walked over to his helpless boyfriend, standing over Chimney and Hen.

“Alright guys, I think Buck’s had enough now, his face is getting redder than our trucks,” Eddie shooed them away, lifting Buck up and walking him over to the couch.

“Ihihihi hahahate you guys,” Buck giggled into Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie tickled him up and down his sides for a few seconds eliciting a new round of laughter, “Ohoh mihihihi gohohosh.” Buck completely collapsed into Eddie’s chest, his body bouncing with soft giggles.

“So suffice to say, Buck, you definitely gotta work on your poker face.” Athena joked.

Buck shot up a weak thumbs up, everyone else in the room laughing.

Maybe it made Buck feel like less of an ‘alpha male’, but maybe he didn’t mind having no poker face.

#ticklish!buck #9-1-1 fox #9-1-1 #athena grant #Bobby nash #henrietta wilson #evan buckley #buck #eddie diaz #buddie #maddie buckley #chimney #howie han #hen wilson #tickle fic #tickle community

[sablelab]

Santa Baby - Chapter 7

Picture source: @TwilightCougar1

N.B. Due to this story being censored and most posts removed from my blog with no URL for recourse to review, I decided to post the chapters without any of @sassylover-stuff’s manip pictures to save any hassle.

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination.  I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general.  This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower.  She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail.   Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.” 

This Chapter is suggestive and THANKS  so much for reading my fictional Christmas story. ENJOY!!!

Earlier chapters below:-

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2  /  Chapter 3 (S)

Chapter 4 (S)  /  Chapter 5 (NSFW)  /  Chapter 6 (S) 

CHAPTER 7

 Very Early Christmas Morning...

Caitriona was wide awake. Although she tried, she couldn’t go back to sleep for her mind was going ten for a dozen with the thoughts dancing around in her brain and just one of them had anything to do with the guests that would be arriving today to celebrate Christmas with them in their new home.  Instead, she was mulling over the last couple of days since Sam had returned home from Australia and all that had happened since then.

They’d had a very busy day yesterday doing all those last minute preparations for Christmas Day so that everything would be less stressful when the family arrived for Christmas dinner. The Scots Pine tree was beautifully dressed and all the presents had been wrapped and placed under the tree.  The sliver baubles that Eddie had brought to their bedroom and which Sam had playfully placed on her big toe were now taking pride of place on the branches of their Christmas tree.  Caitriona couldn't help but smile every time she saw those two baubles.  They reminded her of Sam’s association with Cahonas Scotland and their timely reminder to check your partner for testicular cancer.  Sam always asked her to check out his “baws” at this time of the year and looking at those two baubles was a reminder that took on a slightly more personal significance.

Thankfully Eddie had not pulled off as many ornaments as they thought she would which was an added bonus.  Sam had brought her back a special Santa cat toy shaped like a koala and she had amused herself with that until she was tired out and just went to sleep in front of the fire.  Her adorable husband had even kissed her under the mistletoe that she’d placed in the lounge room and every chance he got he managed to manoeuvre her in that direction for another smooch.

“I'm sure that mistletoe should have a sign that says,  Kiss me I'm Irish,” Sam had said  laughing as he teased her and placed yet another toe curling kiss to her lips.

“I’ll put a sign up next year if you like hon.”

“Aye that would be grand … and a kiss a hot Scot one too.”

“Hmmm … Sure babe … I can do that for you.”  

Cait smiled remembering their conversation because that little exchange had resulted in a kiss that very soon got way out of control.  Just the thought of all that kissing and all the things that had ensued since her man had returned from overseas flashed though Caitriona’s brain; however, it was the events of last night that really had her in a dreamy state of sublime happiness. She never dreamed that when she’d asked Sam to be her Santa Baby that he would perform for her in the way that he did.  She was certainly one lucky woman.

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Just the thought of her husband in that Santa suit had her heartbeats accelerating.

The words and music of Santa Baby were now firmly entrenched in her brain.  Caitriona began humming softly to herself with the song that just wouldn’t leave her subconscious and she couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips at her most wonderful partner fulfilling her request with his performance last night.

Come and trim my Christmas tree, With some decorations bought at Tiffany’s, I really do believe in you, Let’s see if you believe in me

Santa Baby

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Oh hurry down the chimney tonight …

Santa baby

So hurry down the chimney tonight,  Hurry down the chimney tonight, Hurry, tonight.

As she lay in a dreamy but joyful haze, Cait couldn’t help the euphoric feelings that suddenly coursed through her body as her thoughts turned to the man who had brought her dreams to life last night. Slowly turning her head, she looked over toward her gorgeous husband who was soundly sleeping.  Sam looked so damn hot when he was sleeping and she couldn’t help but think how utterly adorable, funny and sexy he was.  Christmas Eve had been a night to remember and it was one she would not soon forget.  What had happened before they retired had been everything and more than she had ever expected or ever dreamed possible.  Her eyes filled with love as they caressed his features before resting on his fluttering eyelashes. Sam was smiling in his sleep and perhaps he too was dreaming about what had occurred last night, she thought.  He certainly looked very pleased with himself. Caitriona was sorely tempted to brush his lips with her own, but she knew if she did her love would awaken and she wanted to lose herself in remembrance of the feelings she had experienced with what he’d done for her.

Sam was just magnificent in everything that he did and he was more than true to his spoken words … “Of course … I’ll be anything and everything you want me to be babe.”  

Cait didn’t think that she could ever view Christmas Eve again like the one they had shared last night. Her wonderful, gorgeous, super sexy husband had fulfilled all her Christmas fantasies and then some with his performance that still had her heart racing. When she glanced over towards him again, Sam began gently snoring and Cait smiled beguilingly at her exhausted hubby.  Last night he had given her an early Christmas present to savour for years to come and one she would not easily forget.   Lovingly placing a kiss to his stubbled cheek, Caitriona turned over and lay in bed still thinking of his slow, sexy striptease last night as he had peeled off the red Santa suit piece by piece just for her. At that moment, she couldn’t love him any more than she did already … it was not possible.  

Oh, but she did.  She really did.  

Cait’s face suddenly felt flushed and she raised her hands to her cheeks and felt the telltale warmth of a blush. Placing her hand to her chest she also felt the rhythm of her heartbeats begin to thump while a tingling sensation zigzagged through her body as her thoughts began to wander to the man beside her. She bit her lip to prevent the little moan that bubbled up in her throat. Smiling like the cat that had swallowed all the cream, Caitriona remembered her love’s exuberance to make this little performance for her one she would always commit to memory of what happened on Christmas Eve in their master bedroom. 

Christmas Eve... 

When Sam entered their bedroom decked out in his Santa Suit, Cait couldn’t stop the smile beaming on her face.  Her husband looked glorious and oh, so sexy decked out in his Christmas costume. Caitriona watched as her Santa Claus came towards her as she lay on the bed with such a wicked gleam in his eye that he totally unbalanced her. Her amazing husband was dressed in a crimson red, fur lined jacket already part open and exposing his virile chest which immediately set her heart all a fluttering, a big black belt hung low on his waist and he was wearing black boots and a Santa hat.  Her wide eyes lingered on his body and lazily caressed him once more from top to toe. Her gaze stopped when she saw what was in his hand for Sam was also carrying his mobile phone.  That made her laugh as he never went anywhere without his phone.

“You’ve still got your phone in your hand honey.’’

“I know babe.  I mean to take some pictures … lots of pictures … of you my Cai-tri-ona and then you can do the same for me,” he purred in that sultry voice that had her catch her breath.

“Oh …”

“Starting right now.”  

Sam aimed his phone and snapped away as Cait struck a pose on their bed. “You look so sexy hon laying there in that provocative lingerie that I just want to rip it off your body. I think I could just devour you.”

“Not so fast buster … not until you perform for me Heughan,” she chastised him, a little flustered by what her husband was saying. “Do you think my Santa Baby fantasy will just go away with you dressed like that and nothing more?  I want to see you take it off Sam … all of it off,” were her challenging replies although given the way her husband was looking at her she was feeling anything but at the moment.

Sam merely answered with one of his enigmatic smiles that curled her toes.  It was predatory and menacing, full of innuendo and oh, so intimidating but promising at the same time because he knew that his words rang true. Moving forward towards their bed Sam leaned down and kissed his saucy temptress passionately, locking his lips to his alluring wife’s before he had even removed one piece of clothing. At the touch of his lips … Cait’s knees went to water.  

Just as well I am lying down, she thought, or else I just might collapse on the spot.

Caitriona knew that Sam too had been spellbound by the eager expression on her face and had returned the kiss in kind. Breathless, they severed their caress and her husband gave her such a penetrating look that Cait was very tempted to forget what she had just said.  

With added bravado and in a titillating, sexy voice she ordered, “Take your clothes off Santa.”

Equally seductive, Sam replied, “Say please.”

Caitriona’s eyes traversed her adorable man from head to toe before they rested on his face where a roguish smile bowed his lips.  Sam was enjoying this charade way too much, but then again so was she. Cait lowered her eyes before slowly raising them again as her lips irresistibly mouthed her retort.

“Pl-ease.”

How she had ever found the words to tell Sam to take his Santa clothes off before she herself ripped them off his body … Cait would never know.  God, she had wanted desperately to see him naked and she’d momentarily forgotten that she was watching this sexy man and that her Santa Sam was going to perform for her.  

Sam saw the change in his wife’s demeanour as she lay there watching him. She had anticipated this very moment ever since she’d sung that Christmas song in the shower, but now that her fantasy was about to eventuate she had turned into a provocative temptress. He heard the hitch in her voice as he approached the bed and gave Cait his Cell phone.

“Here honey ... take this.  It might come in handy.”

“For what Sam?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out babe,” was his enigmatic reply.

“Oh ...” Sam had left his phone by her side no doubt for her to capture the moment that he began to disrobe.

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Caitriona watched spellbound as her hub’s first movements were hasty and jerky as he began to tear the outfit from his body. She had to tell him to slow down.

“No … Slowly Sam … I mean my Santa Baby. Perform for me,” was her husky instruction.

Oh boy.  Where did those words come from? Cait thought.

Sam merely grinned at his wife. He was just testing the waters to see how she would react to a quick striptease.  Ah, very predictable Mrs Heughan. When she told him to go slowly, he knew that his tactics had worked. With a widening grin, Sam held her gaze with a piercing, smouldering look that had Caitriona squirming in anticipation of his next move.  Placing his hands onto his chest where the Santa jacket lay open, Sam sensually ran them down and over his chest before slowly edging his fingers over his washboard stomach and letting them lie pointing down towards his groin. Assiduously watching her husband’s every move, Caitriona bit her lip. Hawk eyed Heughan saw the sign of his wife’s flushed cheeks and face as her eyes were glued to what his hands were doing. Her Santa Baby gave her a smile and cheekily raised an eyebrow which always sent a thrill dancing down her spine. 

Although she was in awe of his tactics, she aimed his phone and took a picture while she still had a little rational thought remaining, for who knew how her body would react once he began to remove the Santa suit.

Enthralled by the affect his actions were having on his wife, Sam started to really get into the swing of things. He was enjoying himself immensely particularly knowing that his gorgeous lady was slowly unravelling before his eyes.  She was so sexy and he was intoxicated by her.

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However, as he performed for her, little did Cait know that her husband was also feeling slightly unhinged too as he watched her lay on the bed watching him.

Sam could barely breathe as he looked at his desirable wife lying on her stomach, nonchalantly watching him and waiting for him to remove the Santa suit they had purchased earlier in the day.  At first he’d felt a little silly but when he saw Cait’s eyes light up when he’d come out of the bathroom, he’d puffed out his chest a little more.  They had never really tried any kind of role playing before and this was a first for them both. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off of his wife but it was the tell-tale look in her eye that was nearly his undoing.  He felt like ripping off the Santa suit as quickly as possible and forgetting about doing a slow reveal. Caitriona looked like an enthralling temptress lying there in her sexy lingerie and it was having a profound effect on his body’s reaction to his divine wife. He could just imagine running his fingers along the lacy briefs that hugged her delectable derrière before unhooking her bra and freeing the breasts that filled his hands like ripe peaches.

The come hither look in Cait’s eyes as she lazily scanned her husband from top to toe was turning him on something fierce and Sam wasn’t sure if he could go through with this little show before he totally lost it.  It was the little know-it-all smile on her lips that finally sealed the deal. If this was the last thing he ever did for his Cait before he expired then he was going to make it the best striptease she had ever seen or would ever likely to see again.  He was going to give her the performance of a lifetime.  After all he was a method actor and if he couldn’t demonstrate a stellar routine for the woman he loved then he was not worth his weight in gold.

Sam could see that his love was breathing a little hesitantly; he on the other hand was having trouble even getting oxygen into his lungs.  This woman took his breath away and just the slightest glance could wield him unconscious with longing. Caitriona Heughan was one sensual woman, beautiful, charming, charismatic, sexy as hell, endearing, smart, and adorable in all ways possible.   She was his reason for living, she gave his life meaning and seeing her lying on the bed and the way she was looking at him made him  just want to make love to her as if there was no tomorrow.  

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Caitriona looked back over towards where her husband lay sleeping.

She had known that he would be good at this little charade but not as good as he was last night. Perform!  Wow, and what a performance it was.  Cait had been spellbound by Sam’s suggestive, tantalizing striptease and could still feel the awkwardness of his initial movements at performing.  However, he soon got into the swing of things until she watched him peeling his Santa suit more provocatively from his body. Her eyes had locked on his performance as he held her look with one of his own.

As her thoughts of last night danced like sugar plums in her head, Caitriona could feel her groin quiver at just the memory of Sam and his movements and those erotic looks he sent flying her way.  

When he moved towards the bed during his performance she was captivated by the sight of her husband’s bare, naked chest.  

Sam loved teasing her and he was relentless in giving his wife more than what she had bargained for when she’d asked him to be her Santa Baby.  He loved seeing her off kilter, however, as he stood by their bed Caitriona took full advantage of the situation and reached out her soft hands and placed them to his strong chest.  Placing her palms to his ribs she stroked them erotically over his rib cage. In response, Sam sucked in his chest unable to exhale as he felt his wife’s wonderful touch anoint him. Cait’s eyes sought his, and he saw the mischief registered there. Smiling he placed his own hands over hers and pressed them firmly to his vibrant skin. 

“Continue Sam,” she commanded dropping her hands and indicating that she wanted more.

“As you wish.”

And he did.

Turning his back to the bed Sam lowered the Santa jacket off one shoulder and gave Cait a smouldering, knowing look over his shoulder as he let the jacket fall down his arm and let it hang half off his torso. Turning back to face her he slowly removed the other sleeve stopping every so often to blow her a kiss as more and more skin was tantalisingly revealed to her eyes. Caitriona licked her lips as her Santa Baby was soon standing in front of her with a totally naked chest with rippling muscles so toned and perfect that it made her hitch her breath. Without severing her gaze Cait barely managed to hold up the phone to snap another picture.  Sam raised a little eyebrow when he heard her laboured breathing and merely flexed his muscles in reply.  Caitriona was practically swooning on the covers as her husband continued to torture her with his striptease.

Removing his Santa jacket exposing his ripped muscles of his chest had nearly been her undoing.  Her husband was such a conjurer, but at that time Sam had no idea how much his performance had affected her libido, or perhaps it was too many avocados that she’d consumed in the guacamole they’d shared last night with festive season’s drinks.  Either way she was mesmerized by the way her hubby had licked his lips, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth in a provocative pose that had her off balance. Oh, my god … how she had wanted him at that very moment.  She’d wanted to be the aggressor and suck those lips into her own and devour them until he begged for mercy.  

Yet she had lain on their bed in the master bedroom watching, just watching him turn her on and inside out.  

Just thinking about it now was making Cait shiver in remembrance of what he did next.

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Caitriona was so sexually aroused and excited that it had taken all of her willpower not to rip those clothes off before Sam had a chance to remove them for her.  Her eyes had followed his every move, every gesture of his hands … every removal of another piece of the Santa suit until she was an intoxicated woman … high on the drug he was providing. Her eyes never left Sam’s face.  She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to … but she did close her eyes for a mere second or two before opening them to find her Santa Baby staring her down with mischief and intent radiating from his piercing look.

Sam’s tantalising come hither movements had woven a spell around her.  She was a goner.  Totally enthralled and turned on by her husband’s performance, Caitriona was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, like their cat Eddie to her food.  She was ravenous with longing but nonchalantly teased him with her next remark.

“Is that all you’ve got Heughan.  Surely you can do better.”

The words nearly caught in Cait’s throat when she uttered them, but Sam was far from finished.  His eyes held hers prisoner as he took up her gauntlet. Impressed by his wife’s challenge, he provocatively lowered his hands to the belt buckle of his Santa trousers. Hurriedly releasing the metal hold of the big, black Santa belt, Sam slipped it off and threw it to the floor. Following the path of his fingers Caitriona watched intensively then lowered her eyes to the package in his trousers beginning to show signs of hardening.

“Hmm … Santa Baby?”

“Yes?”

“Take them off.”

A raised eyebrow was Sam’s mute yet roguish reply, his eyes twinkling with mischief at his wife’s brazen request. His fingers inched into the material of the trousers and he tantalising lowered the red fabric down a little but with excruciating slowness. A simultaneous raspy sigh escaped from both of their lips as he did so. Caitriona’s gaze quickly returned to Sam’s, then lowered again as his beautiful hands inserted themselves into the material pushing the trousers down, lower … and lower … until he revealed a cheeky peek of the skin on his hip and buttock.

Quickly kicking off the big black boots, the Santa trousers soon fell to the ground in the blink of an eye and pooled at his feet.  Santa Sam was naked … gloriously … magnificently naked except for the quirky Santa hat he still wore on his head. As he’d shirked out of the Santa trousers, Sam moved toward his wife like a predator stalking its prey.

“Oh my … Santa … Baby.”

Feeling a great satisfaction at her breathy response to his nakedness Sam moved closer to where his wife lay only to find that Caitriona had already risen from the bed and was now walking toward him like a beautiful apparition. His wife’s beauty overwhelmed him; she made his heart swell with love and his little performance had certainly been a lot of fun. Sam gazed at his love and he knew that Cait’s heart was beating as erratically in her chest as was his. He felt his body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name.

“Oh … Sam.”

Before she had even noticed that he was now breathing the same air space as her, a hoarse breath escaped from Cait’s lips. Catching the look in her husband’s eye she sighed as he stretched out his arms towards her.

“You were wonderful. Thank you”  

Early Christmas Morning...

She never tired of looking at her husband and Cait cast another glance his way as she lay beside him in their huge, big bed. She could still feel the exquisite touch of her man’s lips and moaning softly touched her own lips with her fingertips. Sam certainly had had her in a spin last night and what happened next was the straw that broke the camel’s back.  

All her Christmases had finally come at last.

It was impulsive of her, but she was drawn to this wonderful man like a fly to a spider’s web. She had got up from their bed and rushed into his outstretched arms.  She had felt Sam’s body hardening in response to her soft garbled utterance of his name and praise for being such a good sport and performing for her as Santa Baby.  He had enclosed her in his arms and she’d hugged him to her so fiercely that her feelings overwhelmed her. Sam had brazenly kissed her devouring her lips as her fine-looking husband had lifted her up and carried her back to their bed.

Cait recalled shuddering at the touch of his skin and the feel of her husband’s body pressed to her own as they fell to the bed kissing passionately. She also remembered licking Sam’s stomach … the taste of his skin was delicious, like ambrosia to her senses.

 It was a spontaneous thing to do but it came naturally to her and when he shuddered as her teeth bit his skin she knew there would be more teasing tonight. After several forays of stimulation Sam pulled her up his chest then Santa Baby was kissing her senseless. She’d wrapped her legs around his strong hips capturing him as close to her as possible. She knew that Sam wanted to ravish her as well, but he held back wanting to savour this night as long as possible. Looking into her love’s eyes had nearly paralysed her when she saw the utter longing registered in eyes that saw into the very depths of her soul.  Then her love had kissed her some more and her head had spun.

Their kisses were an explosive joining of lips. They couldn't stop … they could never stop. They had both wanted to make up for the lost fourteen days, so they deepened their kisses until each moaned the other’s name in supplication.

Christmas Eve had surpassed all of her expectations and her wonderful husband had given her a present to treasure.  Leaning over, Caitriona kissed her sleeping giant and snuggled into his warmth. Placing her arm across his body she nestled into her husband’s side and was soon fast asleep again.

Christmas Morning

As Sam sat on the bed waiting for his wife to wake he couldn’t help but notice that she was smiling in her sleep. This beautiful, ethereal woman never ceased to amaze him and just watching her in repose filled him with such happiness.  She usually smiled like that when she was dreaming about them and after last night he was not at all surprised if that was indeed what she was dreaming about. Sam watched his love intently, grinning and thinking that on this Christmas morning he had a lot to be thankful for.  Seeing that her foot was poking out from beneath the covers, he couldn’t resist the temptation to tickle her foot and use this method to wake her up, so very gently he began to stroke the sole of her foot with his fingertips. Her toes twitched against his ministrations and she finally began to rouse.

“That tickles Sam,” Cait murmured turning onto her back and looking into the benevolent eyes of the man she loved

“Good morning … my sleepy headed wife.”

“Morning … husband. I didn’t hear you get up.”

Leaning across the bed, Sam placed a tender kiss to Caitriona’s enticing lips. ”It was so very difficult to leave your side but I needed to get your present before you woke.”

“Merry Christmas darling. Thank you for last night,” she replied holding his face tenderly in her palms and gazing into his eyes. “I love you.”

“The pleasure was all mine … I would do anything for you because I love you too.  Merry Christmas babe.”

Sam brought the hand that was hiding behind his back forward and holding out his palm presented a beautifully wrapped gift box to his wife. Caitriona’s eyes went from his smiling face to the present in his hand, then back to his face.  Her face was beaming with childish delight at the gift Sam had presented to her and she immediately sat up in bed her eyes shining with excitement at discovering what he had bought her for Christmas.

With reverent anticipation Cait took the offered gift and eagerly began to unwrap the present and ever so carefully she lifted the lid off the box. Sam watched as his love bit her lip as she slowly revealed a beautiful velvet box from inside the larger gift box.  Cait looked back towards Sam waiting for tacit approval to open it and see what was inside.  She was nervous but so excited that her hand was shaking and very slowly she lifted the lid. Caitriona gasped in astonishment at seeing the most beautiful pair of opal earrings surrounded by diamonds that she had ever seen.  They were gorgeous and when the light hit them the precious gemstone glittered with a mirage of colours that was dazzling.

Cait’s eyes began to well with tears as her fingertips delicately touched the gemstones.

“Oh, honey they are so beautiful.  I love them.”

Sam leaned in and kissed his wife’s forehead and gently brushed away her tears with his thumb. “I’m so glad my love. I saw them in Australia and knew immediately that they reminded me of you. You shine bright like a diamond but nothing compares to the radiance of the essence of you my darling. That is what the opals said to me. You are iridescence personified, my beautiful gorgeous wife.”

“I love you Sam … so very, very much.”

Leaning up to him she placed the box on the bed and with both hands captured his face in her hands. Her lips snared his in a tender kiss and Sam gathered Caitriona’s body in closer to reciprocate.

“Thank you my darling,” she whispered against his mouth, gently biting his bottom lip sensually. Her lips glided up his chin, anointing Sam’s jaw before her tongue erotically swirled against his ear. “I have a present for you too …” Caitriona pulled back and held her husband’s gaze.

“So is my present under the tree babe?”

“There are many presents under the tree for you Sam, but this one is extra special.”

“Oh, that sounds exciting.  Where is it honey?”

“Under the bed.”

“Under the bed?”

“Yes … can you get it out for me please?”

Crouching down Sam peered under the bed and pulled out a very large box beautifully wrapped that Caitriona had put there earlier without his knowledge. He placed the box on the bed and sat down on the mattress preparing to open it and see what his wife had given him for Christmas. He smiled at Cait and she returned his smile with an excited but enigmatic grin that made her eyes sparkle. Inside the box he found several different sized presents all lovingly wrapped with tags on them in numbered order and a game of Scrabble crossword that Caitriona had specially made with the lettered pieces to complete the words. Placing the game on the lid of the box, he looked at the instructions and read the first question.

“Fill in the blanks with the appropriate tiles. When did we first meet? …That’s an easy one Cait … at your audition.”

“Correct.”

Sam placed the tiles over the word.

“In what month were we married?  … I’ll never forget that day honey … it was the best day of my life.”

Caitriona smiled at her husband as he once again placed the Scrabble tiles over the missing word.

“How many days were you away from your wife this Christmas? … Arrgh, fourteen days too many is the answer to that question babe, and it felt like forever.”

Cait merely grinned as her husband continued to complete the game she had made.

“What happy event will happen by this time next year?

“Ah, that’s an easy one ... I’ll be Santa Baby again.”

“Oh yes, I like the sound of that hon ... but no ... that’s not right. The answer to this question can be found when you open your presents.”

Sam looked up at Caitriona with a perplexed look on his face at the riddle she had presented him and placing the game on the bed, he opened the lid of the box once more to see which present he should open first. The first gift was a pair of mugs with the words Grandma and Grandpa.

“Ha ! Ha! That’s hilarious babe.  You know I feel like a grandpa some days after a long day shooting and we will be grandparents on Outlander next year. Is that Frankenstein and his bride? Ha!  Ha!  That’s us. I love them. Thank you my darling.”

Sam leaned over and gave Caitriona a kiss and picked up the next gift. It was a card with a poem and a picture of something … he didn’t quite know.

“What in the Dickens’s name is that a picture of Cait?” Sam asked searching her face for a clue to this mysterious picture.

She merely smiled at him and said, “Perhaps if you open the next present it will make more sense.”

Sam unwrapped the small rectangular present and when he saw the writing on the box, he was struck dumb. Inside he found the result of a pregnancy test. He looked at his wife who was now smiling from ear to ear with his discovery.  Cait’s eyes misted over with tears of joy as she saw the look of bewilderment turn to excited understanding at what her present meant in her husband’s eyes.  Sam’s eyes began to well with tears as he ripped the paper off the last two presents, to find a t-shirt with Baby Daddy printed on it and a pair of baby booties.

“Oh honey.”

Tenderly taking Sam’s hand Cait placed it gently on her stomach. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks as she glanced at her husband. He too was crying but his smile was radiant. He was beaming.

“We’re going to have a baby Sam. There will be three of us for Christmas next year.”

Sam kissed his love, hugged her and kissed her again, laughing and smiling and crying tears of happiness all at the same time.

“I love you Caitriona so very, very much … This is the best Christmas present you could ever have given me … given us.”

Resting his head on Cait’s abdomen Sam cradled his wife’s stomach in his hands, then  with such reverence and gentleness he kissed the child they had created with love.

“Hello mo leannan … this is your father talking. I canna wait to meet you.”

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