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FAVORITE 9-1-1 HAIRSTYLES ↳ buck in 4.12 • treasure hunt
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911onabc: You only need to make it through one more week, team.
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PENGUINS. all of them!
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Happy World Penguin Day! 🐧🐧
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6x18 buddie coda
Warning: 6x18 spoilers
(I had lots of feelings about couches and wrote this! Just a lil post ep oneshot! Written very sleepily so be kind skss) Now on ao3!
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Buck's wandering along the aisle of Mr Mullins furniture emporium, trailing his hand over (soft, soft, scratchy, stripey?) fabrics when he just - freezes.
Natalia pulls up alongside him.
"Have you found one you like?" She asks but-
Its like the words are underwater, muffled, said through a crackling radio- because he's just - frozen.
Staring down at dark blue fabric.
Two navy back cushions, two seat- tall thin armrests.
A faint stain in the middle from knocking a bowl of salsa over in the middle of an intense Mario Kart battle- the echo of laughter and admonishments for using the coffee table as a foot-rest instead a snack one. The tiny tear across the side, courtesy of a 3am beer-fueled need to "try it over by the window!" and the slice of fabric against the wall. The easy change into a bed, sinking into its soft comfort.
Buck blinks and - it slides back into place, the tear knits back together, the laughter fades away and the stain vanishes.
Oh.
"Buck?"
He blinks again, his eyes wet.
Sleepy morning greetings, pancakes and syrup, reading horoscopes and answering scoffs, freshly washed uniforms, tangled shoelaces, car playlists.
Hands on ropes, tightening harnesses, stealing coffee, knocking shoulders, pressed head to toe.
Zoo trips and maths homework, video games and homemade dinners.
A life.
Lived together.
Buck does nothing to stop the tear that rolls off his cheek.
"I- uh- I have to go- I'm- I'm really s-sorry- this isn't going to work- I'm sorry I-" he stumbles, turning away and heading for the door.
And its like now the switch has been flipped- he wants to rush, to hurry towards where he's meant to be.
He makes it to his jeep in record time, long legs flying (like a frog stood up and tried to run, according to- oh - it was truly in every corner of his life)
And somehow, maybe the goddamn universe, he pulls up- unharmed despite his shaking hands.
He goes to knock and then gets hit once more and pulls out his own set of keys and turns them in the lock.
Buck breathes for a moment.
Warmth washing over him.
Home.
And follows the sounds of laughter.
He's sat on the couch. Of course he is.
Eddie.
And how did Buck miss this? The way his heart pulses in his chest, the way his eyes trace the pull of Eddie's mouth, the softening glance as he looks up and sees Buck standing there.
"Hey" Eddie speaks, soft & familiar.
Buck breaks into a grin.
"Hi"
"You're uh, you're not busy are you?"
Eddie huffs a laugh.
"You broke into my house to ask me if I was busy?"
"I have a key!"
"Pretty sure that was meant to be for emergencies" Eddie teases.
"Yeah, well, this is an emergency"
"Ohhh you mean like how you running out of doritos two weeks ago and "borrowing" some from here was also an emergency?" He tilts his head with a faux serious expression.
God, Buck loves him.
He sniffs, overcome suddenly- like in the aisle of the furniture shop.
"Uh, no I-" he ducks his head.
Eddie waits him out.
"I- needed to talk to you I - need - to talk to you- its- kind of- kind of important"
"Okay..."
"I- I was about to buy a new couch, I was standing infront of aisles and aisles of what was supposed to be the perfect couch for me and then I- I just froze"
Buck pauses for a moment and Eddie hums.
"Why did you freeze?"
"I saw a couch- it was blue- navy, actually and it looked soft and- and- familar and I looked at it and I saw things that weren't there"
"Do we need to get you checked for a concussion?" Eddie frowns, twitching forward.
Buck waves his hand.
"No- no- I just- it reminded me of something else, somewhere else- I saw a stain- right across the seat cushions- tomato salsa-"
Eddie's eyes flicker with something.
"I heard laughter and- and Mario Kart. I saw a tear, against the side- I felt the softness, the comfort of sinking into it- the warmth"
"What are you saying Buck?" Eddie croaks out.
"I- I'm saying that I realized I was in a store trying to find the right couch, only realize I was standing infront of it all along"
"As in now- I- I'm standing infront of it now-" Buck breathes.
"I've got a date tomorrow" Eddie replies.
"Oh"
"Right- I- I - I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"
"You should. You always should Buck"
"What?"
Eddie smiles, eyes shining.
"You should spill salsa all over this couch, you should fall asleep on it after dinner, you should play Mario Kart here with our son, you should sit down and you should stay"
Buck sniffs.
"You want me to stay?"
"I want you to never have to feel you need to ask that question again"
"And I want you to know you never needed to ask me"
"Eddie"
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
Eddie's smile is like coming home.
"I love you too"
Buck falls-
And burrows down into the couch.
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New Oliver interview dropping tomorrow morning.
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snoopy of the day
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911onabc: Every answer was delivered with so much confidence 😅 #911onABC
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Buck + Eddie - Iconic Scenes 1/∞
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