#ace-diaz

Would you be willing to expand on clingy!Eddie?

@ace-diaz asked: Pia, please, go on about clingy Eddie, I live for that man being a huge softie when no one is looking.

you both asked, and i shall deliver:

so we all know eddie's had some trouble expressing his feelings and though he's working on that (and getting a lot better!), it's still hard for him to show affection sometimes - unless it's chris of course, he's never had a problem with that. he and shannon weren't super affectionate with each other. they kissed, they had sex, eddie put his arm around her shoulder, and eddie always thought that was it, that's how normal couples were with each other. but it's different with buck, because buck has always been affectionate, but once he stops holding back, he just touches eddie all the time, shoulders bumping, hands brushing, long warm hugs, holding hands, so much cuddling, kisses to any part of eddie he can reach, whether it's in bed or when he's just walking by in the kitchen. and it gives eddie something he didn't know he could have, but now that he knows he can, he's insatiable: in the mornings, he puts his head on buck's chest and holds tight until buck has to push him away so they can get to work on time. in the car, he holds buck's hand over the middle console and when buck has to pull his hand free to shift gears or use both hands to steer, he puts his hand on buck's thigh instead. when buck's cooking, eddie will come up behind him and wrap his arms around his middle, chin on buck's shoulder when he's feeling good, or pressing his whole face against buck's back when he's not feeling great. he leans his head against buck's shoulder when they're standing next to each other in the bathroom brushing their teeth. he lies down and puts his head on buck's lap when they're watching tv, or reaches over the back of the couch to scratch buck's hair when chris is sitting in between them. when they've had a tough call at work, he'll pull buck into the bunk room and they'll just hold each other close for a while, forehead against forehead. he's the little spoon in bed and he'll interlace their fingers so buck can't pull away. he holds buck's hand at the park, at the grocery store, out on the street. when they're picking chris up from school, he leans against buck's chest who's leaning against the car while they're waiting. he used to think he had to be strong, the man of the family, the one who holds. but with buck, he gets to be held too, and he's not afraid to ask for it anymore :)

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Eddie winces as he peels back the blood-soaked cloth, revealing a bright red gash in the middle of Buck’s palm. He looks up to meet Buck’s eye.

“You’re an idiot,” he says.

“The knife slipped. It could happen to anyone.”

“And yet these things always seem to happen to you,” Eddie muses, a small, teasing smile on his face. He looks back down to inspect the cut more closely. “Doesn’t look that deep. Alright, let’s get you patched up.” 

Eddie leads him down the hallway to the bathroom, instructing him to sit down on the toilet lid while he rummages around in the cupboard underneath the sink for the first aid kit. It takes him a minute to find it, and Buck bites back a grin as he listens to Eddie grumble about how “it was just in here,” and “he should really keep better track of these things.” 

Eventually, he pulls it out and crouches down in front of Buck, taking the injured hand in his.

Buck looks down at him. “I could do this myself, you know,” he says.

“I know,” Eddie responds, not looking up. 

There’s something about knowing Eddie wants to take care of him that does a funny thing to his heart, so he doesn’t argue. Just sits there quietly and watches Eddie work; feels the warm, cautious press of a washcloth against his skin as he cleans up the wound. 

It fascinates him, sometimes, how gentle Eddie can be. Eddie, who so many that don’t know him see as rough edges and brooding stares, measuring each movement so carefully and precisely so as not to hurt him. It’s a side of him that many people don’t seem to see, but Buck notices, and being on the receiving end of such a soft touch gives him a warm feeling inside of his chest. 

Eddie places some gauze on the cut, then pulls out a bandage, wrapping it slowly, snugly, around Buck’s hand.

“You’d make an excellent nurse,” Buck says.

Eddie snorts. “Yeah, well, considering how often you hurt yourself, I guess you’re lucky to have me.”

Buck pauses for a moment, before nodding, a soft smile on his face. “Yeah, I am.” 

Eddie’s gaze flicks up to meet his for a fraction of a second, and Buck notes the small upturn of his lips, before he blinks and looks back down again.

“Alright,” he says, tucking the bandage in securely. “You’re all fixed.”

Buck feigns indignance. “What? You’re not gonna kiss it better?”

He expects an eye roll, maybe a snarky comeback before Eddie stands to leave the room.

What he doesn’t expect is for Eddie to breathe out a soft laugh and raise Buck’s hand to his lips. It’s a light thing, barely there, but it makes Buck’s heart flutter all the same when he feels the gentle press against his palm. 

“There,” Eddie remarks, lowering the hand back down. “All better.”

He smiles and pats Buck’s knee before rising to his feet and exiting the room, leaving Buck to digest the interaction.

Well.

“It can’t possibly be that hard,” Margaret Buckley chastised as she absently passed the salad to Hen.

Buck visibly winced as if the words were a slap across his face and Eddie saw a flash of regret in his blue eyes before Buck could push it down; including the Buckley parents in family dinner was a mistake, but he knew Buck was trying to make an effort.

He just wished Margaret and Phillip had gotten the memo and extended their empathy past this morning, but wishes are for suckers.

“Ah, actually it is, Mrs. Buckley,” Captain Nash interjected, saving Buck from having to explain the maneuver to two people who wouldn’t appreciate how dedicated their son was to helping people, saving lives, their family business.

A chorus of yeahs and yeses filled the loft as each 118 family member agreed, while Chimney explained he wasn’t even allowed to do the maneuver and had to work the winch instead; it was the last question Margaret directed at Buck the rest of the meal and Eddie had to smile at that.

Here are my babies, since you're on the receiving end of pet pictures.

The Collie mix was Shakira, and the curly Llasa Apso was Apollo

And yeah, unfortunately, they both died last year. Shaki of old age at 12 yo and Apollo from an infection at 7 yo. Sorry to dampen the mood, but I love them dearly still.

You're not dampening anything.

It's always good to remember them! 💘

They both look absolutely PRECIOUS!!

I bet they were the best babies. All my love for them both!!

He never thought he'd be jealous of an animal.

hopefully, we are thinking of the same sort of shenanigans 😂

Can be read as a continuation of “are you seriously having a staring contest…”

He never thought he’d be jealous of an animal, Dinah had been curled in his boyfriend’s lap for hours.

Eddie hadn’t even really wanted a cat, Buck and Chris had begged for months and months until he had finally reluctantly caved. Eddie had tried to be more indifferent towards the animal, but it had seemed that Dinah had just as much adopted Eddie as the family had adopted her.

And now it had been hours and Eddie had started to doze off on the couch, with Dinah resting on his chest, purring happily, while he gently rested his hand on her. Buck would be more annoyed if the scene in front of him wasn’t so goddamned cute. He settled gently onto the couch next to Eddie, trying not to disturb him, and wondered if a second cat might solve this problem.

911/Buddie

Series: Show and Tell Part 8

Eddie realizes, after a year and a half together, they’d never talked about marriage. No time like the present.

I think I've read most of your 911 fics, and I gotta say, I love them. Just wanted to let you know, in case I haven't commented often.

ahhh thank you, i’m really glad you’ve enjoyed them!!

also i’m really glad that once bitten, twice shy worked for you because the whole time i was writing it i was sort of terrified that it was gonna be too specific to my experiences (except the ending, which, i wish) and people wouldn’t really find it relatable