tagged by @circledwithaheart and @eddiesstabwound 💖 i'm finished writing this fic but still editing so i'll post it tomorrow and use this snippet for this. but anything this is part of the "summer fun" fic for the year of eddie diaz june prompt! @eddiediazeventcentral

"This is nice," Eddie says, his stomach churning as he finishes off his plain chocolate.

"Yeah," Buck smiles wide at him, genuine, "it is. Thanks for coming with us."

"You gotta stop thanking me for stuff I want to do." Eddie snorts. "Look." He points to Chris who's smirking wide up at Theo who's already climbing. "Does he look like he doesn't want to be here?"

Buck shrugs, but he's still smiling anyway. "Yeah, no I guess he doesn't."

"This makes me happy," Eddie pushes on, swallowing down his nerves. "Like, maybe happier than I've ever been."

Buck looks started at that, his green compostable plastic spoon pausing half-way to his mouth. "Huh?"

"I think I'm happier with the three of you than I've ever been at any point in my life," he says again, catching Buck's eyes.

"What do you mean?" Buck says, as if it wasn't incredibly clear.

"It feels like a family," Eddie tries a different tactic.

Buck smiles a little and finally puts the ice cream in his mouth. "Last time you said something about that, you had a panic attack."

Eddie winces at the reminder. "Yeah, well, last time it was a family I didn't want."

-soup

mwahhhh thank you!!! buckravi fake dating yay!!!!

what makes this fic grow? What do you need to make it grow?

ok so i answered this one already but i will give a little more to snack on because i love them sm!! one thing that i've been playing around with in this fic is a mayravi fwb to lovers as a parallel to buddie friends to lovers making things even messier <33 honestly one of the biggest humps with this fic -- a common barrier to many of my fics tbh -- is how i want to stuff every one of my ideas into one fic lol. but for now have a little bit of the beginning of the 118's comical misunderstandings!

"I can't believe Bobby's alive," Buck says. "I didn't even have to go to therapy in the first place!" Ravi stares. "Are you implying that Bobby dying was the only reason you went into therapy?" Buck looks at him, like he doesn't see anything wrong with his statement. "Yeah?" "Buck." "I was dealing with grief! And now I'm not, so I'm fine!" Ravi sighs. Puts a hand on Buck's shoulder. "Buck," he says, as gently as he can. "In the several years that we have known each other, you have never once been anything resembling normal." “No- that’s-” Buck splutters. “I- I’m totally normal!” Ravi stares at him silently for a moment, then lunges forward and grabs the collar of Buck’s shirt, dragging it downwards. Buck yelps, trying to scramble backwards instinctively. Ravi’s not as strong as Buck, but his grip strength is apparently on point, because he mostly just gets dragged backwards with Buck, cotton stretching between them as they try to keep their balance. “What the hell?” Buck holds out an arm to steady Ravi by the shoulder. Ravi doesn’t even thank him, the ungrateful bastard, just points at Buck’s collar like it proves something. Buck looks down, but just sees the faint entry scar from the lightning strike. “What?” “Exhibit one,” Ravi intones. “Of why you’re the least normal guy on the planet.” “Okay, so I got hit by lightning once--” “I’m sorry, did you forget the--” A creak, a stillness in the air. Buck and Ravi’s head swivel at the same time. Chimney blinks at them. They blink back. Chimney’s eyes fall to the stretched cotton collar in Ravi’s grasp, the exposed collarbone, Buck’s hand braced on Ravi’s opposite shoulder. He meets Buck’s eyes. Buck closes his eyes to avoid whatever expression is on his face.

this fic is fighting me (and so is my depression lmao) but anyway here is some more italy trip fic. Tagged by @bucksbabybelly @bucklesdiaz (and ghost tagged by @damnit-buck)

"Grandma is asking about dinner tonight," Chris says after about ten minutes into their trip.

"What is she saying?" Eddie asks, glancing between Chris and Buck. "Did you have dinner plans tonight?"

"She says there's like a seafood place right across the street from the hotel."

"Are we all invited or just you?" Eddie hates the reminder that his parents are in the same hotel, somewhere on another floor. He'd lost himself a little in the feeling of this being a little family adventure of just the three of them, not a side quest before his cousin's wedding. It makes his stomach churn unpleasantly.

"She said 'you guys,' so I think that means everyone." Chris shrugs.

Buck's face has shifted into a carefully constructed neutral expression, but Eddie knows him enough to know that he doesn't like it any more than Eddie does.

"Well, my only real plan was to go back to the hotel after we do Pompeii to nap and relax and then figure out dinner, but if you guys want to go…" Buck says, trying for diplomatic.

Eddie will not stand for it.

"Whatever we do, we're doing it with you," he says firmly. "We'll discuss it after our naps. For now," this he addresses to Chris, "tell your grandmother that we'll discuss it later."

"Okay," Chris shrugs, typing on the phone quickly.

It's been like this since they moved back to LA. Helena isn't reaching out to Eddie like this. She only sniffs around and then goes to Chris instead. She'd invited them to Christmas through Chris, only after she'd asked Eddie if he was scheduled to work Christmas—he wasn't. So when she'd texted him earlier, she was sniffing.

"She says they're at the Naples archeology museum right now," Chris informs, turning his phone toward Eddie to show a bad boomer selfie of Helena in front of an Ancient Roman fresco.

"Oh hey, that's from Pompeii!" Buck says as he leans even more into Eddie's space, giving him incredibly mixed feelings—he's starting to figure out what he feels for Buck, but it also feels so off the table the second he considers his family. Fuck.

Rules: Post the first sentence of your latest 10 fanfics, then tag 10 people. Thank you for tagging @itcanbepalped oops I drafted this days ago and never got around to posting? 😅

1. Eddie just spent $2,500 (plus Maddie's fee, of course) to buy himself at a charity auction. - The benefits of wanting to jump your best friend's bones after a geriatric knitting group spent $8002 to go on a date with him (E, 4.6k, Eddie gets turned on by Buck at the auction)

2. So, Buck has a date. - Pizza with Pineapple (G, 3.5k, Eddie and Chris babysit Theo while Buck goes on a date)

3. "You wanna go to the arboretum with me?" Buck asks one morning as they're changing into their civvies after shift. - Ranunculus acris (G, 6k, buddie go to the arboretum)

4. Eddie Diaz was born cursed, forsaken by God and the universe, on December 28, 1992. - The more it hurts the less it shows (E, 11.7k 1/4 chapters, complete, Eddie in Texas)

5. The guy they picked from Grindr was chosen for a few qualities—one, willingness to plan a little in advance (which is not the easiest on an app where most people are LFN), which was necessary due to needing to make arrangements for the kids; two, dick size (big but not bigger than Buck); and three, willingness to leave the second he nuts. - I need to fuck my husband now (E, 1.8k, threesome for married buddie)

6. Buck can't get the idea out of his head. - I Just Called to Tell You That I Love You (G, 564, Buck confesses his love over the phone)

7. Being processed in jail is a blur. - Your One Phone Call (M, 2k, Eddie calls Buck in s3 to bail him out of jail)

8. "I'm going to take Theo to the beach on Saturday when we're off," Buck tells Eddie as they're lacing up their boots in the locker room at the start of shift. - A Warm Bath (G, 3.3k, family fluff + Theo)

9. Every good Angelino knows that Runyon isn't the place you go to actually workout. - Oh, me and the wolf who was eating my heart (E, 7k, werewolf sex)

10. Eddie passes his left hand over the familiar soft bristle of his close-cropped hair. - Stare Directly at the Sun (but Never in the Mirror) (G, 3.1k, Buck has an aesthetic crush)

buddie | g | crack treated seriously, bowling, getting together, kissing | 3k

Thank you @queerstark for the beta 😘😘😘 also happy birthday @eddiesstabwound

Summary:

It's been two weeks since Eddie's best friend in the entire world admitted to him that he has an "aesthetic crush" on Eddie and that he needs space so he can get over it. Two weeks of weird shifts. Two weeks of not talking. Two weeks of the whole station being on edge. And it's been one week since Eddie started testing a theory.

Or: Buck is avoiding Eddie after confessing to having an "aesthetic crush" on him. Eddie gets desperate.

haven't done one of these in a hot minute but I actually was planning to do one today and then I saw @queerstark unofficially tag folks so here this is. New fic for Year of Eddie!

"Have you been here before?"

"Once," Buck admits, looking up from the paper map he'd swiped at the ticket counter. "Way back when I first moved here. Took a date here, but it was so hot and I was sweating so much that it's more like a fever dream than a memory."

Eddie tries to conjure up Buck as he was back that, twiggy and douche-baggy slicked back hair, kind of an idiot, trying to impress some faceless girl by taking her here. It stings, weirdly. He doesn't like the idea at all. Not as his eyes land on Buck as he is now, settled in his body, broad and loose with his curls unrestrained. Eddie has the sense that this is the real Buck, that Eddie has the privilege to know this version.

"Sounds like a disaster," Eddie says, nonchalant. He's so, so, so nonchalant. The most nonchalant you can imagine.

"Guess it all worked out in the end, anyway," Buck shrugs. "I still randomly follow her on Instagram. She got married recently. On the beach. It was pretty."

Oh god. Buck sounds wistful. Does Eddie need to marry Buck on the beach? Wait. What?

Last minute hehe - tagged by @circledwithaheart and also @poledancingghostson for a different day (but I really didn't get much done til today), so here's more of the italy trip fic

He's already asleep, slumped on top of the comforter, when he hears the horrible screeching scream of the fold out bed.

"Buck?" he croaks out, eyes finding the digital clock on his side of the bed as the squeaking stops suddenly.

It's almost midnight, and Buck had instructed them that they were all going to be getting up early to have a hearty breakfast and then make it to Pompeii before 9 AM.

"Yeah, Eds?" Buck calls back, the squeaking continuing a little more until the bed is fully unfolded and it thumps onto the carpet.

"What are you doing?" Eddie asks, getting out of the bed and coming to stand in the threshold of the suite to peer into the dark where Buck is standing in his sleep clothes, hair wet, by the side of the sofa bed.

"Going to sleep?" Buck says like a question, mouth hanging opening and looking caught.

"Not out here," Eddie tells him, stalking closer like he thinks he's going to physically stop Buck from getting into the bed.

"Well, you took the other bed, so…"

"Buck, come on," Eddie says, desperate to stop Buck from evewn getting onto that horrible, horrible bed.

"What?" Buck looks almost small standing there, his shoulders hunched, dark splotches on either shoulder of his sleep shirt from the water dripping out of his hair.

"The bed in there is huge, just share with me. That thing is going to kill your back and you're not gonna have enough sleep to really appreciate Pompeii."

tagged by @poledancingghostson and @eddiesstabwound and @queerstark (dang who am i gonna tag now?? lmao) so yeah i started a new fic for @eddiediazeventcentral's Year of Eddie June prompt - Summer Fun!

"I'm going to take Theo to the beach on Saturday when we're off," Buck tells Eddie as they're lacing up their boots in the locker room.

"Oh?" Eddie says, trying to tamp down the hope rising in him—please invite me, please invite me, please invite me.

"Yeah, I'm a little nervous," Buck admits. "I might need some help."

There it is.

"I could come along, see if Chris wants to go. You know he loves the beach."

"I do indeed know," Buck says, flashing him a big smile. "I wouldn't mind a little Theo wrangling help if you're offering."

Eddie is so so soft for this man. "I'm offering."

"Y'all are cute," Hen says with her knowing little smirk, reminding Eddie that they are not in fact alone and are actually at their place of employment.

"Sounds like a plan," Buck says, oblivious to Hen clocking them. "Summer fun!"