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daffi-990 · 5 months

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Fuck it Friday

Here’s Buck and May’s first meeting from I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night (now I’m wide awake). I’m so close to finishing this one. It was meant to be just a small 2K fic but it’s more like 5K now .. whoops 😅. Got a few things left to type and then I can edit and maybe get someone to read it and she’ll be good to go!

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Buck closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, letting the sea air fill his lungs to the brim. Evan Buckley has finally been boxed up, tape sealing the lid shut. This is his fresh start. He exhales, opening his eyes and setting off in search of breakfast and coffee, so much coffee.

The Main Street of town consists of different shop fronts including a grocery store, flower shop, hardware store, butcher and a cafe called Abuela’s. Buck sighs in relief as he opens the door to the cafe and it quickly turns into an appreciative moan as the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits him.

“If you’re letting out sounds like that just from smelling the coffee, we may need to put a warning sign up on the door for the noises you make when you actually drink some.”

A blush begins to creep up Buck’s neck as he looks behind the counter where a young woman is standing. She’s maybe 18 or 19 with warm brown skin, dark brown shoulder length hair and a face that should really be on tv or in magazines. She’s beautiful, and Buck can tell just from her kind eyes and warm smile that it’s not just a skin deep beauty.

“Uh sorry, it’s- it’s been a long couple of days and I’ve been living off of shitty gas station coffee and- and whatever they’ve had in their hot boxes.” He rubs the back of his neck, ducking his head sheepishly.

“Well today you’re going to be having fresh coffee and an equally fresh breakfast.” The young woman states, leaning casually against the counter. “I’d go with the chocolate chip pancakes, they’re extremely popular and for good reason.” She picks up a menu and slides it across the countertop towards Buck who steps forward to grab it, leafing through the pages. “I’m May by the way.”

May holds her hand out towards him and Buck accepts it, shaking her hand. “I’m Buck, and chocolate chip pancakes sound amazing.” She smiles at him and Buck is helpless but to return it with one of his own, a genuine Buck smile, not the fake one he’s had to wear for so many years. “And the biggest cup of coffee you have. I don’t care what kind, surprise me.”

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#this is before Buck meets Chris and Eddie 😊#fic: I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night (now I’m wide awake)#daylight series #daffi writes #it’s school holidays here in Australia so I have two kids home instead of one which means less typy typy time #but I’m also loving having both my kids home 🥰#but Mumma also needs space 😅#haha parenting is fun!#(it’s hard and rewarding and all the emotions rolled into one)

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sibylsleaves · 1 year

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idk if you're still interested in doing that commentary thing, so feel free to ignore if you're not, but this bit from things you don't say reach me somehow anyway (i love that whole scene when he goes to shannon's grave, and that you included her in his list of people to talk to in the first place)

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“I’m here because you were…you are important to me,” Eddie says. “You always will be. You…you gave me the most precious thing in my life. Christopher. And I’ll always be grateful for that. But I’m also…I’m also grateful for what you said the last time we talked. At the time, it tore me up, but…I know now, that you were right. Ending things—that was the right thing for us. So thank you, for letting me go.”

He takes a shaky breath. “After you left, I spent a lot of time wishing you’d been better. And then after you died, I spent a lot of time wishing I’d been better. A better dad to Chris. A better partner to you. But I learned, when you left, how to be a father. And in the years since you’ve been gone—really gone—I think I’ve finally learned how to be a partner, too. Mostly because there’s someone who taught me how.”

He breathes in the morning air, tipping his head back to the gray sky. A tear slips down his cheek.

“I wish you’d gotten the chance to meet him, You would’ve liked him, I think. Chris certainly does. And I…” His eyes close. “I’m in love with him.”

His breath leaves him in a rush of air. It’s the first time he’s said it out loud. And the world didn’t end. He’s still standing here.

It’s a cold, quiet morning in June, and Eddie’s in love with his best friend.

Now he just has to tell him.

I am & thank you for sending something!!! I really just love talking about writing so I appreciate you indulging me 😊

Full answer under the cut:

I knew from the minute I had Eddie make a list of people to show his appreciation for that Shannon had to be on it. I mean, that's the mother of his child, and no matter how complicated their relationship was, she's still the reason he has Chris, the reason he wound up in L.A., the reason for so many things in his life.

A part of me felt like Eddie just needed this moment to look back on how things ended up with Shannon from a new perspective--because basically she asks for a divorce, then immediately dies, and then we know Eddie is still upset about that and then.......we don't actually know how he feels about it now. Does he still think it would've worked out between them if she'd lived? Or does he recognize that she made the right choice--that they wouldn't have worked and that walking away was best for all three of them?

We don't really know, and it felt important for this fic to lay to rest the question of Shannon before Eddie moved forward with Buck.

And what's clear is that Eddie is able to be the partner to Buck that he wasn't able to be to Shannon. And it's not necessarily a matter of loving her less or Shannon being less worthy of that partnership, but more a matter of Eddie just not being ready for that commitment at that point in his life under those circumstances (not putting all the blame on Eddie--I also don't think Shannon was ready under those circumstances!)

One of the things that's beautiful about his relationship with Buck is that there's no pressure on either of them to be this perfect partner to the other. Not the way that Eddie felt that pressure with Shannon (and where that pressure came from is another story). And the absence of that pressure gives Eddie the room to actually fulfill that role in a way he couldn't for her.

"And in the years since you’ve been gone—really gone—I think I’ve finally learned how to be a partner, too. Mostly because there’s someone who taught me how.”

I think that he and Buck taught each other. They both have a past with someone where they tried to give them their all (and for Eddie that's a little more complicated) and ended up hurt. I think Abby taught Buck how to be there for someone, how to step inside, but it wasn't until Eddie that he actually learned how to be someone's partner. Because being someone's partner doesn't just mean stepping inside with them, it also means having them step inside with you. And that wasn't something Abby was ever prepared to do for him, so no matter how much Buck tried to give her, they were never going to be real partners in the way he and Eddie are.

And similarly with Eddie and Shannon--they just couldn't seem to be what each other needed. And I think they did both try their very hardest in their own ways. And I think it wasn't until Buck that Eddie realized it didn't have to be such a trial. Letting Buck into his life was almost effortless for Eddie. Becoming work partners after the grenade, telling him about Christopher, letting him come in and fix his childcare problems, leaning on him and opening up to him...I think these things came shockingly easily to Eddie because Buck made them easy. And I think that's part of his struggle in this fic--that everything with Buck has felt so natural and so effortless that it's hard to look at it and see it for what it so obviously is.

“I wish you’d gotten the chance to meet him, You would’ve liked him, I think. Chris certainly does. And I…” His eyes close. “I’m in love with him.”

Once I realized I had to write this scene of him talking to Shannon, I knew that was also going to be the first time he's able to actually say the words I'm in love with him out loud. This line kind of just came out as-is. I like the idea of Eddie thinking about Shannon, and that if she were alive she'd know Buck because Buck would still hold the same place in Eddie and Chris's life. (And side note, I never actually went back to double check that Buck and Shannon canonically never met--they for sure didn't, right??)

It’s a cold, quiet morning in June, and Eddie’s in love with his best friend.

Now he just has to tell him.

Originally I think the scene ended on the line "and Eddie's in love with his best friend." I debated adding the final line because I really did like that as the end to the scene--it feels a little poetic in an understated way, the same way Eddie's ultimate realization is understated. Also I just love the juxtaposition of a "cold, quiet morning in June" because June feels like it SHOULD be warm, but in L.A. the mornings in June are often quite cold.

Ultimately I added the final line because I felt like I needed a little propulsion into the final act.

Thank you for the ask and letting me ramble about this fic, which gave me SO much grief while I was writing it. It's nice to look back and see that I am actually quite proud of it!

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littlespoonevan · 2 years

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Buck/Eddie L. A stolen kiss from the prompt list😊

Anonymous asked: oooh, Buck/Eddie + L. A stolen kiss?

ahh this was a fun one to write!! thank you both for prompting it 💖

also @mellaithwen tagged me in seven sentence sunday and this is much more than seven sentences but it's also the last thing i wrote so akjsdhf enjoy!!!

The thing is, Eddie’s pretty useless in the mornings.

He knows how to function – he has to when he has a kid to feed and send off to school – and thanks to the army and his job he knows how to do so on very little sleep. But just because he knows how to function doesn’t mean he’s actually awake. The Eddie Diaz that exists before 8:30am exists exclusively on autopilot.

And that’s exactly the excuse he’s going to go to his grave with to explain why he does what he does on one fateful Friday morning.

Buck had stayed over the previous night, not for any reason other than the fact neither of them had really wanted him to go home after dinner.

(And like always, it had been easy to use Christopher as the scapegoat when he’d turned to Buck with hopeful eyes on his way to bed and asked, “Will you be here in the morning too?”)

The mornings somehow always seem to run that tiniest bit smoother with Buck there. He butters the toast while Eddie gets the coffee machine going and intermittently checks to make sure Christopher is actually getting ready and not just lazing on his bed like he’s taken to doing recently.

It’s not until they’re about to head out the door that Eddie temporarily loses his mind.

They’d lost track of time over breakfast, too busy discussing weekend plans – the zoo versus aquarium debate took a long time – which means he has to rush Christopher to brush his teeth so they can still leave on time.

“You take him to school,” Buck says, putting their dirty dishes in the sink while Eddie hovers around uselessly. “I can clean up here and meet you at the station.”

And it’s a small thing, really, because Carla wouldn’t actually mind tidying up the kitchen when she brings Chris home later but it’s the fact that Buck knows Eddie hates leaving a mess for her – knows he hates leaving a mess in general. So Eddie stills and asks a slightly awed, “Are you sure?” while slinging Christopher’s backpack over his shoulder.

Buck nods right as Chris yells, “Dad, I’m ready!” from the hallway and Eddie lets out a breath.

“Okay. Thanks. I’ll see you at work.” And then he promptly, rounds the kitchen table, presses a chaste kiss to Buck’s lips and darts out to the hallway to bustle Chris out the front door.

It isn’t until he’s sitting behind the wheel of his truck that he realises what he’s done.

“Oh my god.”

“Dad,” Chris huffs from the back. “What’s wrong? Won’t the car start?”

Eddie shakes his head, turning the key in the ignition and just about managing not to scream. “No, sorry, bud. I just got distracted there for a sec.”

Christopher gives a vague hum in reply, clearly not interested now that Eddie’s finally pulling out of the driveway. And it’s fine. Eddie’s completely fine except for the fact he just fucking kissed his best friend on the mouth like he was-

Like he’s-

Well.

Like they’re married.

Jesus Christ.

And now he has to go work a twenty-four hour shift with Buck.

Buck, who has never been able to let anything go in his life ever.

Buck, who will most certainly mock him for this for the rest of his life.

Maybe he’ll offer Eddie some courtesy by at least not mentioning it in front of Chimney.

God, what the fuck was he thinking?

He looks at the time on his dashboard and suppresses a groan.

It’s too early in the morning for this.

“And then I just kissed him.”

Karen’s laughter rebounds throughout his car and Eddie bangs his head on the steering wheel. He’s currently sitting in the parking lot outside the station. Buck’s jeep is already parked up next to his and Eddie is so not ready to face him yet.

“What were you thinking?!” Karen hiccups, still cackling while she waits for Eddie to reply.

“I don’t know!” he exclaims, dragging a hand down his face. “I wasn’t thinking at all. We were just doing our regular, normal routine. It just felt-“

“Normal?” Karen supplies and he doesn’t need to be in the same room with her to know what face she’s making. It’s the same face she makes when she looks at him over the rim of her wine glass with a faint, knowing smirk.

He hates that face.

“Shut up,” he mutters, slumping in his seat and looking in the direction of the truck bay. He’s really only got another two minutes before he’s officially late and Bobby will kick his ass if he finds out he’d just been lurking in the parking lot the whole time. “I know what you’re gonna say.”

“Then don’t make me say it,” she retorts. “Eddie. Do you want to know what I did this morning?”

He’s not quite sure what noise he makes in response but Karen clearly takes it as encouragement to continue.

“I made breakfast while my wife helped our kid get ready for school. And then we all sat down together and ate. And right before I left with Denny to take him to school, do you know what I did?”

“I hate you.”

“I kissed my wife goodbye,” she concludes, ignoring him completely. “See what I’m getting at?”

“I really hate you,” he repeats. Except he doesn’t. Because Karen is the confidant he never expected to have and probably his favourite person to text besides Buck.

“I’d ask you over for a wine night this weekend to unpack all of this but I think you’ll be otherwise engaged. I want updates though, Diaz. Don’t leave me hanging.”

He hums in agreement, looking at the time again. He really needs to get out of the car. “I can’t avoid him anymore. I need to head inside.”

“Good luck!” Karen calls and then she’s hanging up, leaving Eddie to deal with his fate alone.

Here goes nothing.

Eddie steels himself as he walks up the stairs to the loft. Everyone is milling around, moving between the dining table and the couches with plates of breakfast food or cups of coffee. No one immediately turns to point and laugh at him when he reaches the top step though so he assumes Buck hasn’t said anything yet.

Buck, who looks up like a deer caught in the headlights when Eddie glances in his direction.

They stare at each other for an indeterminable number of seconds and just as Buck opens his mouth to say something, the bell rings.

Eddie doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.

The rest of the morning is populated with back to back calls, leaving absolutely no room for Buck to confront him unless he intends to invite the entire firehouse into their business. Which- wouldn’t be the first time.

They work together as well as ever but every time their hands or shoulders brush Eddie thinks he might just about crawl out of his skin.

By the time they finally get back to the station and stay there, it’s long past lunch time. Bobby heads straight for the stairs, calling over his shoulder that he’s taken them offline for an hour so they can eat and clean up. (The last rescue was…messy.)

Eddie manages to sneak off to the shower before Buck can catch him. They’ve probably said all of ten words to each other between calls and he knows Buck is only going to let this go on for so long but he’d very much like to live in denial for as long as possible, thanks.

He thinks he’s in the clear when he’s out of the shower, assuming Buck’s still in there. It isn’t until he’s on his way to the laundry room to dump the towel he’d been using to dry his hair that he’s ambushed.

A hand grabs hold of his arm and then he’s being unceremoniously dragged behind the ladder truck.

Buck lets him go as soon as they’re both out of sight of the general firehouse, eyes wide and chest heaving with what can’t be exertion so must be…nerves?

“You haven’t talked to me all morning,” he says without preamble and Eddie tries not to cringe.

“I’ve spoken to you today,” he mutters, staring at the space on the floor between their shoes and twisting his towel from one hand to the other.

“’Pass the jaws, Buck,’ doesn’t count.” The exasperation in his voice is enough to make Eddie look up again and there’s something there behind his eyes. Something a little desperate. A little hopeful.

Taking a breath, he forces his voice to remain steady when he meets Buck’s gaze head on. “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

Buck’s expression shutters but recovers almost just as quickly. “What d’you mean?”

Eddie sighs. “I mean I did it without thinking! I was just- we were having breakfast and making weekend plans and- and I was getting Chris ready for school and you were cleaning the kitchen and it just. It felt…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. Doesn’t know how he could. Because telling Karen and telling Buck are two completely different things.

Buck’s jaw works and Eddie can tell he’s deciding what to say, if he’s going to say what’s really on his mind or smile and shrug it off. Eddie’s not sure which he’d prefer right now.

Finally, after what feels like far too long, Buck takes one deliberate step forward, puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and leans in to brush their lips together.

It happens so fast Eddie doesn’t have time to react, save for the dazed way he looks at Buck when he pulls back.

“That was on purpose,” Buck says and Eddie-

Eddie laughs, heart beating wildly in his chest, and quickly drops his towel in favour of hauling Buck in for a real kiss. Buck grins against his mouth, hands curling over Eddie’s shoulders, and slowly backs them up against the side of the truck.

And they’ve got approximately twenty seconds before someone finds them and completely ruins the moment but for right now, Eddie wants to bask in this.

Because maybe it’s a feeling he’s always known without thinking about it but now that he’s allowed to think about it, now that he’s allowed to feel it on purpose, he thinks nothing could possibly feel better than being in love with Evan Buckley.

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