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Applesauce and Gatorade

Buck pushed himself up onto his hip. "It's just the flu." Logan stared down at Buck like he just threw up on his shoes. "You're not contagious, right?" God Buck hoped so.

BTHB Prompt: Fever for BTHB Fics and @badthingshappenbingo

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name: Alex tumblr: @unlifeira ao3: EiraLloyd how long have you been writing buddie?: two years and a half now, i think? what was your first buddie fic?: Assumption, a drabble I wrote to ease into writing for 9-1-1/buddie after binging the show for like 2 weeks what's your most recent buddie fic?: pick your chords well, love (but sing your notes off-key) what's a lesson that you've learned from writing?: if you're stuck or are low on motivation, brainstorming with someone is a really good way to both get unstuck and gain motivation (and also have fun with a friend) what advice would you give to someone who's just starting to write fic?: honestly, just have fun. that's ultimately what writing fic is supposed to be about what tropes/tags can you never get enough of (#MoreCake)?: fake dating is always fun, and i do love a good social media fic share five of your favorite buddie fics!:

three. by Buddieaya

Evan Buckley And The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Date by donationwayne

Two Conditions by Buddiesmutslut

What happens when we let it take over by DuoOfDiaz (this one's a WIP)

name: Aubs tumblr: @donationwayne ao3: donationwayne how long have you been writing buddie?: I’ve been writing for years, but I started writing buddie about a year after I joined the fandom and started reading fic (started writing Jan 2024 I think?) what was your first buddie fic?: Miles and Miles what's your most recent buddie fic?: I Wanna Be Your (Muse) what's a lesson that you've learned from writing?: It’s a quite wonderful catharsis. You put so many pieces of yourself into your work, and they’re better off for it. what advice would you give to someone who's just starting to write fic?: First and foremost, write for yourself. Write what you want to see — your idea are unique and wonderful and the more you love what you write vs pandering, the more people will love what you write. Words flow so much easier that way. what tropes/tags can you never get enough of?: Fake Dating, Different First Meeting, Buck Whump, Gay Eddie share five of your favorite buddie fics!:

Aka Where Eddie and Buck meet at a Kink Club where Eddie works before 2x01 and how their new dynamic shifts the events of season 2.

Decided to splurge and got a commission by @bybats for the Kink Club AU and I couldn't be happier!

7.5k | gen with buddie, madney | 118 family shenanigans, assumed relationship, outsider probie pov

She's in the middle of wiping down the ladder truck's bumper when Cap and Eddie come around from restocking the ambulance. "Chim, any idea what I should get—" "Nope," Cap barks out, followed by a long chuckle. "You don't get involved in my anniversary, I don't get involved in yours, that's the deal we made, Edmundo." Eddie's eyes are big. Like, really big. Like, Josie's half afraid he's actually thirteen puppies in a trench coat. "Oh, come on, does family mean nothing to you?" Cap claps him on the shoulder with a big smile. "It means everything to me. Which is why I'm not saying anything at all." Eddie huffs and walks away, but Cap rounds over the ladder truck and next to Josie. "Take my advice, probie," he starts with a big smile. "Never, ever get involved in someone else's relationship. Especially if they ask." "Got it, Cap," she responds with a giggle. "Why's he asking you about his anniversary stuff anyway?" "Because of the two of us, I'm the only one who ever gets him anything he likes. You'd think, after how long we've been together, he'd have learned by now." Chimney claps her on the shoulder before turning on his heel and walks away. "The bumper looks great, by the way!" It took a few minutes before the words sunk in, but Josie finally let it ring around in her ears. The bumper looks great. Hell yeah it does. … … ….. Wait. What?

for day 17 of alison and emily's fic advent 2025.

for the prompt: mistletoe friends to fiances buddie

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Maddie's spent the last four days decorating her house. It would have been one day—maybe two, tops—but between Jee-Yun's creative direction, Chimney's earnest efforts at untangling lights, and Robbie's singularly strong baby-fisted grip yanking down an entire string of garland, it's taken a while.

But her friends are starting to arrive and everything looks warm and festive, if not a little less put together than she had hoped. It’s okay though – this is her family, this is her life. Singularly wonderful.

It had taken some time for her to work up to this level of Christmas decor again, after everything. The first time Chimney brought home a big box of ornaments, she'd almost hyperventilated in the kitchen of his old apartment. The shattering sound of the one she dropped almost dropped her to the floor too.

But they'd worked through it. She'd worked through it, and come out on the other side. The way she’d done before and probably will again.

"The house looks amazing, Maddie!" Karen's warm voice flows over her as she's wrapped in a hug.

"Aww, thank you, friend."

Karen pulls back just enough to pull out a bottle of red wine from her purse with a big red bow wrapped around the neck. "For all of us, a little later," she adds with a wink, gliding around Maddie and in toward the kitchen.

Hen follows, stopping to hug Chimney, decked out in a silver, glittery blazer. Mara's got on a matching silver dress, little bows in her hair, and Denny's wearing a matching shining silver bow tie.

"Why, Wilsons!" Maddie starts, arms wide open as Mara leaps into them. "Look at you! All matching and shining!"

Denny sneaks in and wraps around his sister, while Hen wraps all three of them up in her arms.

"And in this beautiful house, Maddie, you've outdone yourself."

"And it would mean nothing if I couldn't fill this house with friends." Maddie's smile is small and bright, bringing her cheeks all the way up, round and warm.

By the time she looks up at the door again, it's Eddie and Christopher. Chris is wearing some horrendously wonderful Christmas thing that actually lights up and Eddie's in some sort of lovely golden sweater.

"God, that sweater's soft!" Chimney cries from across the entryway. "What's it made of, clouds?"

Eddie's laugh is loud and his smile is wide. "Cashmere, I think. Got it from my sister."

"Well," Maddie interrupts, reaching over to give Eddie a hug, "it's absolutely beautiful. This really is your color."

Eddie flushes, just a little, and Maddie's smile grows.

"Thanks, Maddie."

The moment is interrupted by two simultaneous noises—the first is Athena, May, and Harry coming through the door, and the excited reunion between the boys.

The other—

"And that would be the sound of your brother having dropped something in the kitchen," Chimney says, unwrapping himself from his hug with Athena.

Maddie's got her arms full of a very tired (but very happy) May, so it's Eddie that chimes in with a, "I'll go check on him."

Husband and Wife and Friends all meet eye to eye, simply knowing and saying nothing.

"Did the boys figure out how to tap into my carefully curated Spotify playlist?" Chimney laments into his second glass of wine. "I know I didn't put "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" on it."

Maddie's in the kitchen, sneaking warm Snickerdoodle cookies off of the cooling rack when she gets a whack to the hand.

"Evan!"

Buck just shrugs and nudges his sister out of the way with his hip. "If Eddie doesn't get to sneak cookies, neither do you."

"But you let Chris and Harry and Denny have some!" Chim's voice cries, even though his face is nose-deep in his phone, trying to figure out what's happening with his Spotify queue.

Maddie looks up, eyebrows arched, arms crossed.

Buck pouts in return.

"My—the boys are special," he defends. "Here," sliding a cookie onto a napkin and holding it out, like some sort of white flag of surrender. "You're special too."

She shoves the whole thing in her mouth.

"Damn right I am," she mumbles around cookie pieces.

Maddie takes a seat next to Chimney, frantically deleting hundreds of replays of "Feliz Navidad" from the queue, and can't help but laugh over her third glass of wine.

"You come sit next to me, your beloved husband, to laugh at my plight and you didn't even get me a cookie? My heart, Maddie, do you hear how it shatters?"

"You're welcome to what's left, Howie," Maddie teases tipsily, "but it's kinda pre-chewed."

"I'm good. Love you, though."

She presses a kiss to her husband's cheek. "Love you too, Chim."

At some point, the endless scrolling of José Feliciano gets boring and Maddie lifts her head up, only to find Buck and Eddie leaned in close together by the Snickerdoodles. Buck's got one in his hand and he's… feeding it to Eddie? Piece by piece. She watches as he breaks off a little piece and brings it to Eddie's mouth, and watches still as he takes it between his lips and into his mouth, as Buck's fingers stay probably closer to Eddie's lips than he intends.

Or, maybe not. Who knows with those two.

But she does know when she trips a little, her heel getting caught on the chair leg, that neither of them look up.

The party's winding down, with Jee-Yun and Mara crashed out together in a pile around Athena on the couch, the boys off gossiping somewhere, when a drunken oooooooh rings out from the kitchen and Maddie knows.

The mistletoe.

People have been getting caught under it all night—from Hen and Athena to Jee and Ravi and Karen and Chimney, sweet cheek and forehead and nose tip kisses exchanged between them all—but this one sounds different.

And she knows. Sisters always know.

So, needing a refill on her wine anyway, Maddie stands and moves into the kitchen, a little lighter on her feet, thanks to the Merlot.

And, in the kitchen, blocking her way to the wine, is her brother, strawberry-red and stuttering, facing a man in a golden sweater.

"I just tried to move out of—" Buck's sputtering and stammering, broad shoulders wedged in the doorway.

"I know you did," Eddie says bashfully, ducking his head.

Ravi, Karen, Chimney, and May are at the kitchen island behind them and the soft pounding of fists and whispered chants of kiss kiss kiss kiss make Maddie need to suppress a giggle.

Buck, to his credit, is trying to escape. Because if Maddie knows anything, he's about five seconds away from crying. Or falling to the floor. Or maybe just unhinging his jaw and screaming like a pterodactyl, like he used to do as a little kid. So he's trying to be responsible. To remove himself from the situation.

But Eddie won't let him.

"It's okay, Buck," Eddie whispers calmly, a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, I think we've got quite the audience and they won't let us leave until they see a show."

Buck's face is pinched tight, his body ramrod straight, but Eddie's stroking his thumb along Buck's collarbone and Maddie is touched by how tender it all feels.

She still isn't sure who moves first. The wine in her system probably doesn't help with that.

But Eddie's hand has moved from Buck's shoulder up to the side of his neck, fingers molded to his jaw and Buck has unfrozen, as he moves his hand to Eddie's back, hand sprawled wide between his shoulder blades.

The chanting has stopped and the kitchen falls silent. Maybe they shouldn’t be here for this.

Thanks to Chimney's diligence, it's not "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer", but rather Nancy Wilson's "What Are You Doing New Year's Eve" that plays through the speaker on the counter. The room around them seems to sparkle, as the twinkle lights reflect off the silver garland and the gold and ruby tree baubles, the whole world standing still to bear witness.

Eddie's hand moves down Buck's arm and he reaches for his hand, curling them both up towards their chests, a version of a slow dance done by happy, tired chaperones.

Buck and Eddie separate with a soft snick, the two of them swaying gently back and forth, and Maddie watches as Buck's face turns, over and over again, flickering through emotions with his eyes closed, like he's in a dream he's desperate to stay in.

"Damn," Ravi murmurs from the kitchen, a glass of wine to his lips. "If someone kissed me like that, I'd marry them on the spot."

Maddie huffs a hard breath through her nose.

"Okay."

Buck's eyes snap open, huge on his face, shifting into panic.

Maddie can't really see Eddie's face from where she's standing, just the back of his body (and that ass, well done), but what she can see, quite clearly, is Eddie lowering himself to one knee, their hands still connected.

"This is crazy," Eddie says, a little lower than the last time he spoke, "but Ravi's right. Buck, I'm—I'm tired. I'm tired of pretending I don't want to spend every second of every day with you. I'm tired of going on dates that I feel like I'm screwing up the moment I get out of the car. I'm tired of you not cooking in my kitchen, not providing running commentary during movies, not laughing with my son."

Buck looks like he's about to cry.

"I'm tired of pretending I don't like men. And I'm so, totally, completely exhausted at pretending that I don't love you. And if I mess this up forever, then so be it, but I'm five IPAs deep and just had the best kiss of my life and I've never seen your eyes so blue. I've never seen them this blue and I'm quickly losing the restraint to not kiss you again and if I don't do this right now, I may never forgive myself."

Buck's starting to shake, but he's not leaving. He hasn't moved, not a millimeter.

"Evan Buckley," Eddie continues brightly, shakily, "will you marry me?"

The soft pounding comes back from the kitchen, with an even softer yes yes yes yes chant coming from the crowd.

The shaking turns to a small nod, turning into a bigger nod. But the answer comes out like a sigh.

"Yes, please."

Maddie isn't sure her friends can hear it from the kitchen table, but they notice when Eddie reaches behind his neck and grabs at something.

The necklace.

She knows he wears a necklace, but they've never really talked about it. It must mean something, though, because Buck's eyes grow impossibly larger as Eddie takes it off and stands, his knees cracking just a little.

Buck coughs out a laugh and is still shaking, the laughter rumbling in his chest as Eddie reaches over and wraps his arms around Buck's neck, closing the necklace clasp, and immediately go up into Buck's hair, pulling him back into a kiss—bigger this time.

The cheers that erupt from the table are sure to wake up the girls, but all Maddie can do is pinch her lips together in a futile attempt to stop the tears.

Buck and Eddie have turned just a little, so Maddie can see them nose to nose, forehead to forehead. Eddie says something that she can't hear, but she can hear Buck's response.

A tender, quiet, precious, "I love you too."