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CHENFORD WEEK 2025 - DAY THREE -> undercover

CHENFORD WEEK 2025 ↳ Day 03 : Undercover

posting a chenford gif a day until the rookie comes back (day 228, 10 days left)

The reaction is instantaneous. Eddie's face smooths into something impassive and masking, his arms tighten over his chest like he's holding himself together. "I told you, there's nothing to talk about," Eddie grits out. "See," Buck murmurs, "I think there is. Because whenever I bring it up, you get like this." He waves his hand up and down to encompass Eddie's body. Voice rising, Buck continues, "I want to apologise and you shut down. You shut me out!" Eddie snarls, "because I thought it was you!" Stilling, Buck drops his head. "I know I should have been the one who told you." He's so ashamed that he didn't. The scoff Eddie releases stings. It's followed by a loud, deep inhale and a deliberately slow exhale. "I didn't mean I thought it was you calling," Eddie tells him, tone clipped in that almost military way it gets when he's trying to hide his emotions from people. He's not usually like that with Buck. "I thought it was you that was dead." * Buck goes on a healing journey, and somehow, of course, the destination is Eddie.

"You good?" Eddie asks, lowly, knee nudging Buck's. They're used to being quiet at night, now it's Buck's couch, Buck's house, Buck's kid down the hall. Clearing his throat, Buck bobs his head. "Ye- yeah. I'm good." Eddie shoots him a sceptical look. "You sure? Cause you keep staring at my ha-" he stops, and Buck's eyes flick to his face and follow Eddie's dark gaze to his beer bottle. "Sorry," he mutters, thighs tensing as he starts to stand, "hard today, huh?" Shaking his head, Buck looks into those whisky brown eyes. "Not in the way you're thinking," he mumbles, rolling his bottle, fatter, stouter, and greener, than Eddie's between his palms. "It's the after." "After?" Eddie queries, settling back into the couch. "When we'd get drunk and- and- sleep toge-" Buck coughs awkwardly. "Fall asleep. In the same bed. It's just-" he shrugs. Buck knows himself well enough to know that he's touch starved. He's so used to having people touch him, a body pressed against him, whether it's in his bed or someone else's, in a club, on the couch. * Buck misses drunk cuddling Eddie. He didn't realise that they did more.

The room is dark, curtains drawn shut. It's stuffy and stifling. Chris isn't playing video games. He's just sitting on his bed, shoulders hunched and head bowed. Gingerly, Buck sits next to him. "I miss him too, buddy." "He wasn't your dad," Chris says flatly. There's no spark of anything in him anymore and Buck doesn't know how to help him. Too much of his time is taken up by Theo that Chris gets lost in his grief. "No," Buck says slowly, "but he was my best friend and we both love him." Head bobbing, Chris lets out a bitter laugh as Theo cries out Buck's name. "Your kid needs you," Chris says. "You're my kid too," Buck rasps, eyes wet and hot. With a careless shrug, Chris mutters, "only 'cause both my parents are dead. And his." He peers up at Buck, eyes dry, face impassive. "Evan Buckley, collector of orphans." *** Eddie disappears leaving behind a pool of blood in an elevator. Buck is left to pick up the pieces.

Buck & Eddie | 9-1-1 Nashville, S1.E12

to the people: you’re welcome 🙂‍↕️

what if buck and eddie met in peru (x.)