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hi so i watched this sneak peek and then i blinked and next thing i know ive written this thing.... i might use it for a s7 fic or i might not. so.... yeah, enjoy ig.
"You've been acting weird all week, Buck. What is it? Talk to me."
"It's like that thing when you meet somebody and you just click." Buck repeats the words that have been haunting him for weeks. He lets the bitterness and fear that have been choking him, suffocating him, slip off his lips.
He is not fine. It's the thing.
He could usually go over to Eddie’s house and let himself in whenever he wanted. He could— spend all of his free time with the guy and with Chris and feel like he's at home.
And sometimes they still do that.
Except Tommy is there most of the time, too. If it's not a night at the bar after a long shift where they want to unwind and Tommy just enters, confident and smiley and so unbothered by anything, it's Tommy inviting them to a fight or a game or whatever.
And Buck likes the guy. Hell, he has fucked the guy himself.
It's just—
He misses Eddie. He misses Eddie when he is right there in front of him, and it hurts. It hurts in a way Buck hasn't felt in a long time.
"Buck, what the hell are you talking about?" A slight crease forms in between Eddie's brows. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"It's what you told me, when we were talking about Tommy."
"So? Now I can't have any more friends?" Eddie raises his eyebrows, and Buck knows he's sounding... insane, needy, clingy. All of the above whatever.
"You can. I just—" Buck lets out a slow breath. "I hate change, okay? And I hate—"
"Nothing has changed."
"Eddie, everything has changed." Buck lets out a startled, sharp and bitter laugh. It sounds hollow and wrong, even to his own ears.
It stings. Like taking a sip of tea so hot it burns the roof of your mouth or like digging your finger against a tender bruise that hasn't quite healed yet.
"Everything has changed," Buck whispers, looking helplessly into Eddie’s eyes. Because unlike before, now he knows that the jealousy he feels, the unreasonable possessiveness he feels... it's because he is in love.
He is in love with Eddie Diaz.
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Bobby: Is anyone going to tell me what’s going on here?!?
Eddie: Well, it’s kinda complicated, but Buck-
Bobby: Got it. Forget I asked. Don’t want to know
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al and i were talking about our precious babies buck/eddie/tommy and i said how i wanted to write them more (outside of sex) and she said “they’re on a date and one of them is late and kisses the other two before sitting down” and i wrote this little moment that i need to share:
Tommy is late because his shift ran over.
He cups Buck’s cheek, so soft and gentle, tipping his head back and kisses him, “Hi, sweetheart.”
Buck giggles, because Tommy (and Eddie) does this to him — has him fluttery and giggly and happy, “Hi.”
And Eddie isn’t big with PDA, but he’s finding himself enjoying it more with Buck and Tommy. And then Tommy turns his attention to him, rests a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, thumb brushing along his jaw as he leans in, “And hello to you, handsome.”
Eddie feels himself flush (because he’s learning to accept compliments) as he tilts his head back to accept the kiss. He doesn’t think about others looking and staring anymore. He just lets himself be kissed by his one boyfriend while his other holds his hand on Buck’s lap. And it feels right and good.
SMALL EDIT: ....yeaaaah I'm probably going to end up writing this as a bigger thing / write more of these three. Oops.
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Ready Whenever You Are
Evan Buckley x Reader
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Summary: Buck comments about having a baby, which shocks the reader.
Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Fluff
A/N: Just a cute little fluff drabble.
Buck and I lay in our shared bed. I sat against the headboard on the right side of the bed, reading my favorite book, Y/F/B, while Buck sat on the other side, scrolling through his Instagram feed.
It was a quiet night. There were little to no sirens. No sound from the neighbors. It was just me, my book, and my loving boyfriend. It felt like the two of us were the only ones in the world. But the silence didn't last long.
Buck broke out laughing, watching some video on his phone. "Babe, look," Buck demanded, shoving the device between me and my book. The video showed a baby dancing around before falling on his bottom. I cringed at the video as I watched it and gave Buck a fake smile and a nod before going back to my book.
"Isn't that adorable?" Buck asked, pulling his phone away. He began to scroll through more videos. I nodded once more, knowing Buck hadn't seen me. "Yeah, Buck. Really adorable," I said, emotionless as I continued reading the page's words.
Buck continued to scroll through his phone as he casually said, "Don't you just want one of your own?" I instantly stopped everything I was doing. I just sat in bed, wide-eyed. The room was filled with an eerie silence.
Buck turned to look at his girlfriend. "You okay, babe?" Buck asked. He erased the smile from his face and replaced it with a look of concern.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and slowly nodded. Buck chuckled, "Wait... You didn't really think I was serious, did you?" I turned to Buck and grimaced. "I don't know. We've been together for a year. And you just donated a piece of yourself to help an old friend of yours and his wife have a baby. Maybe all of that got to you, and you really meant what you said."
"Y/N, if you told me right now that you were pregnant, I would be ecstatic. But if you aren't ready, I am totally fine with that, because I love you. With or without a child, I will still love you. All I need is you," He said, whispering that last part.
"Really?" I asked, looking at Buck with a smile. "Wait..." I finally realized what Buck said. I smiled wider as I quietly asked, "You love me?"
Buck grabbed both sides of my face. Pulling me towards him to where our lips grazed together. His body hovered over mine as he whispered, "I will always love you" against my lips.
I looked Buck in the eye lovingly. My voice lowered as I seductively said, "I'm not ready to have children. But if you wanted to practice for when I am ready, I wouldn't complain."
Buck slowly began to lay me down on the bed as he pecked my lips. He softly began to leave a trail of kisses before he got to my neck, where he. "Oh, I'm definitely fine with that."
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The Ruined Clothing - A 911 drabble
Author's Note: This was written in like 10 minutes time, spurned from a conversation with @bidisasterbuckdiaz .... and yes Tommy is a part of this!
As the dinner portion of the wedding ended, Maddie and Chim being guided into yet another photo session by Karen, Athena keeping an eye on an overtired Jee, and Hen leading Bobby, Eddie, Ravi and some of the other firefighters from the 118 in clearing an area for dancing, Buck felt a tug on his sleeve.
"Come along?" Almost a whisper, not a command, but a suggestion. Tommy, with a wide grin and mischief twinkling in his eyes, held out his hand and nodded towards a quiet alcove-like area of the wedding venue.
"Buck? You wanna help?" Bobby called over at the same time, still keeping an eye on the guys clearing the area that were to become the dancefloor. With a quick glance back and forth, Buck smiled to the man... his man in front of him and took his hand.
Second later, Buck felt the lips of Tommy against his and his back pressed against a wall. Even now, weeks after their first kiss, Buck still felt the excitement, the curiosity, he had felt that time. Even Tommy's gentle fingers pressing against the pulse point in his neck had the same tingle as that first time.
Being more confident now, both in himself and in them, Buck let his fingers run the short hair on the back of Tommy's head, pushing his lips harder against their counterpart, even letting his tongue begin it's teasing.
Even now, Buck still had trouble describing just what exactly this former army, muay thai fighting, rescue pilot made him feel, but he knew that this was right and this was good.
Yes, good was exactly right. Especially as Tommy's hands were on his hips, pulling him even closer towards the older man. Feeling exactly how Tommy was feeling in that moment, them been pressed together like that, made Buck gasp and of course, being the opportunity seeker that he has found Tommy to be, Tommy deepened the kiss, letting their tongues start a newly, familiar play and their hands wander both over clothing and teasing the skin under.
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"Hey Eddie, you know where Buck is?" Bobby asked as he were carefully carrying a table away from the dancefloor area together with Ravi.
"No, maybe he's been roped into more photos?" Eddie answered with a shrug. He was carrying a tray, filled to the brim with table decorations, flowers, half-filled wineglasses, and for some reason, lit candles.
"Or maybe he pulled Tommy away for some Q time," Ravi added, having learnt not to say the Q word. Still, Ravi hadn't quite learned subtlety.
"Yeah, okay," Bobby rumbled as they carried on with the table.
Eddie went off in the direction Hen had said to bring the tray he was carrying. What he had not expected to stumble upon were Buck and Tommy going at it up against a wall.
Silence.
PLONK!
"Seriously?!"
Flowers, decorations, wine, glass, candles. All went flying. Buck and Tommy jumped apart. Eddie jumped on the spot. And as if a certain god of mischief had a finger involved, a lit candle hit a stack of napkins and ignited.
It was like watching a chain reaction.
It was a chain reaction.
It ended with Buck, Eddie, and Tommy all covered in half burnt clothing, dirt and wine, and small scars from small shards of broken wineglasses.
Here we go! It was my first story in quite a while. I hope you all liked it! Thanks once again, @bidisasterbuckdiaz, for the idea!
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Flowers and Floss
Scenario Prompt: 'B bringing A hand-picked flowers'
Requested By: @le-green-lion (Mystery Prompt Request Blue 23)
Plot: After weeks of dancing around his feelings, Eddie finally had the courage to ask you on a date.
Pairing: Eddie Diaz x GN!Reader
[Warnings: None~] -- [Words: 563 ]
A/N: I struggled a lot with this for some reason, so it is unfortunately just a drabble. But I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)
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Eddie let out a groan as he tore off his shirt for the third time, before grabbing another one. Pulling it on, he turned and stretched out his arms "How about this one?"
Christopher let out a frustrated sigh. "Dad, just pick one, already."
Eddie let out a soft laugh. "Okay, okay, this one it is." Running his fingers through his hair, he checked over his reflection one more time.
Hearing a knock at the door, he felt his heart jolt. "Alright, that's Carla."
"It's time, dad."
He let out a long breath. "It's time."
Eddie's heart refused to slow down as he got closer and closer to your house. After weeks of dancing around his feelings, he finally asked you on a date. That should have been the hard part, but his nerves refused to settle.
As his eyes grazed over a patch of wildflowers along the sidewalk, it suddenly donned on him that he should have bought you flowers. Glancing at the clock, he cursed himself, it was too late.
Unless...
Pulling over, he quickly jumped out of the car and ran over to the flowers. Picking the ones he thought you would like the most, he bundled them up before searching through his car for something to tie them together. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he remembered he had something in the glove box that would work.
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As you heard your doorbell chime, you let out a deep breath to try and settle your nerves before you opened the door. You walked slowly towards the door, as to not seem too eager.
As you pulled the door open, revealing a smiling Eddie, you felt your heart flutter. You smiled at him as you noticed the bundle of flowers in his hand.
As he handed them to you, a grin spread across your face. You could tell they were hand picked, as they were thrown together haphazardly, with an occasional blade of grass tossed in.
You met Eddie's eyes with a sweet smile. "Thank you Eddie, that's so sweet."
A giggle threatened to bubbly out, but you repressed it, until you saw that the bundle of flowers was tied together with...floss?
"Eddie...is this, floss?"
You saw Eddie repress a grimace before he let out a chuckle. "I didn't have anything else in my car."
The giggle that you were trying to keep down bubbled out of your mouth. "Well it's the thought that counts."
Eddie chuckled again as you moved for him to come inside. "I'll put these in some water, then we can go."
Eddie nodded as he stepped into your house.
You called back from the kitchen, as he waited by the door. "Where are we going anyways? You still haven't told me."
"That's because it's a surprise, I don't want to ruin it."
As you came back into the room, you let out a breathy laugh. "Well then can you at least tell me if I am dressed appropriately?"
As his eyes ran over you, he smiled and met your eyes. "You look perfect."
You felt your cheeks heat up as you smiled. "Not too little? Not too much?"
He shook his head lightly. "No. You're fine, promise."
You squinted lightly with a playful smile as you grabbed your bag and walked out of the house with Eddie. "Alright, I'll trust you."
Eddie chuckled. "That's all I ask."
xx End xx
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Buck has never been able to predict the future. He couldn’t predict the lightning that caused the earth to collapse in on itself, he couldn’t predict the ocean rebelling against the shore, he certainly couldn’t predict this.
There is a hand, tilting his chin up. There are lips against his, tender. There is stubble bristling against his own. Tommy’s nose is sharp where it is pressed into his cheek, his chest firm against him, big and strong. He smells like Old Spice, the kind Buck used to steal from his father’s bathroom when he was a kid so he could feel grown up. He feels solid.
He.
When Buck pulls back, eyes half-lidded, he feels the spark catching in a canyon of deadwood. The air is hot, zipping past him, razing its way across the plains of his skin. His lips wobble as his eyes track the ones that kissed him. It takes everything in him not to reach up to touch the sacred ground of his pout.
Tommy brings him back to reality, to the present. He has to leave. He has to leave but he wants more. He has to leave and he wants more. He wants Buck.
He calls him Evan with a lilt in his voice that’s fond and teasing and low. Buck knows his eyes are sparkling and threatening tears-- he holds on, if only long enough to nod, dumbstruck, to make sure Tommy knows he wants this too. Oh, he wants.
And as though Tommy can read his mind, he helps Buck predict the future for the first time in his life.
“I’ll come by around 8?”
“8 is great.”
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“Hey, what do you remember about getting shot?”
Buck’s question seemed to hang in the air. It should, as heavy as it was. Eddie had a decision to make, and a split second to make it in. He glanced over to see Buck staring up at him with those haunted eyes, and Eddie knew what he had to say. He looked away from Buck, because he couldn’t stare into that blue and say these words, busying himself by going back to making the sandwich he’d started.
“There was a searing pain. It felt like I got hit by a bus, but I was still standing. I remember falling, and everything got dark. And I thought, ‘this is it. This is the last moment of my life.’ And then I woke up in the hospital.”
He tried to smile, but he was pretty sure he didn’t sell it. He looked at Buck for a second, then pretended he was busy with the sandwich again.
“And that was it?”
Eddie focused on the cutting board in front of him, giving a shake of his head, the words kind of like ash on his tongue.
“That was it.”
It wasn’t a lie. Not all of it.
He just didn’t say everything he wanted to say.
You.
I remember you.
I remember the horrified look on your face. I remember the way you stared at me as I fell. I remember thinking, is Buck okay? I need to see if Buck’s okay. I remember reaching out for you.
It’s fuzzy there, but then I remember you standing over me. I could hear the sirens, so I know we were in the truck. I remember you pressing your hands to my chest. I remember you begging me to hold on. I remember asking you if you were okay, and when you said you were, I thought “Good. Now I can rest.”
I remember thinking about Christopher, but I wasn’t worried. I knew you’d take care of him, and I knew he’d be safe with you.
I just wished—
No. Not quite there yet. Maybe one day, hopefully soon, when Buck’s eyes aren’t so shadowed, when his shoulders aren’t so weighed down. When his smile is breathtakingly blinding again, instead of guarded like it is now. Eddie glanced over, seeing Buck with his arms crossed over his chest. Eddie swallowed, wiping his hands together before turning his attention across the table.
“So now am I allowed to ask how you are?”
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hi babe! hope you're having a wonderful day/night! 💗 can i request doing something silly to cheer them up from the prompt list? if you haven't done it yet. thank you 💗
Hi Babes!! Special Delivery just for you ❤️ I hope you are also having a wonderful day/night xx
"Eddie. Eddieeee." Buck whines and Eddie keeps glaring resolutely at the wall.
"Baby." Buck sings and pokes him in the cheek. For a brief moment he considers upping the pettiness and snapping round to bite the end of Buck's finger.
"Go away, Buck. I'm mad at you."
"No you're not," Buck chuckles, "you're just sulking because I ate the last piece of pizza."
Eddie swings his head around to glare daggers directly into Buck's eyes. "It was my piece! You already had all of your half of the pizza."
"You said you were full!" Buck states indignantly.
"You still could have asked first." Eddie stares down at his hands, twisting his ring around his finger absently.
Suddenly he can feel Buck's breath across the bridge of his nose. "Eds, look at me, please."
Eddie risks a glance up and finds Buck less than an inch in front of his face–their noses almost brushing–and Buck has his tongue poking out one side of his mouth and his eyes are crossed in one of the most absurd expressions Eddie has ever seen cross his husband's face–and Buck makes a lot of weird faces. He barely suppresses the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth and then Buck's face shifts again. He blows his cheeks out like a puffer fish and starts to repetitively roll his eyes. A snigger escapes Eddie and Buck's face splits into a grin.
Eddie reaches up and squishes Buck's cheeks together until he is pouting like a fish again. "You're so dumb. You're lucky I love you."
Buck opens his mouth like he's about to say something but Eddie kisses him instead.
"I love you, too. I'm sorry." Buck says when Eddie pulls away. Then he sits back straight again. "Whooh, I'm kinda dizzy."
"Idiot." They're both still smiling as Eddie kisses him again.
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Imagine your entire life, you’ve been running a race. Everyone else seems to be doing fine; those at the lead are putting in consistent work, those in the back are choosing to take it easy. You, however, are barely scraping by in the middle of the pack and are exhausted. You’re pumping twice as hard as those in front of you, sweating buckets onto the relaxed faces behind you, and you can’t even keep pace, let alone catch up.
One day, someone comes along and says: maybe racing isn’t for you, but I see you’ve been running with 10lb weights on your legs. Have you tried a sport that’s about strength?
You look down. You are the only one with weights on your legs. You switch to weightlifting, and the precise thing that made your life impossible is what now allows you to thrive.
This is what it is to be Evan Buckley when he discovers he was born to be a firefighter.
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Ohohoh! How about "What do you mean you guys aren't dating/married??" with Buddie for the one-sentence prompts?
"What do you mean they're not dating?" Johnson from B shift asked, filling in for Chimney today, not being able to take his eyes off of Buck and Eddie, who were still whispering to each other on the couch, their eyes basically undressing the other, and yet nobody from A shift acted like it was anything newsworthy to them.
One word - one sentence prompts
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hi!! idk what this is, it just came to me and i wanted to write it so... yeah.
"Buck," Eddie sighs and looks down at the blond, lying half-naked on his bed, so drunk that he has fallen asleep. At least he managed to get rid of his clothes, they’re all in a heap on Eddie's bedroom floor, and he’s only wearing his boxer briefs. In any other circumstances, Eddie would be over the moon.
Right now, though? He's just angry and sad. Angry at all the people who's made Buck feel like he's not enough and sad because – well, Buck is the sun. He's the best man Eddie knows and he deserves so much better than the shitty cards life has given him.
Eddie nudges him lightly, but Buck only snores in response.
"How is he?" Maddie asks, sticking his head through the open door. He looks like she’s about to leave.
"Out cold," Eddie mutters. "I've never seen him this drunk, to be honest."
"Yeah, he's taken the break-up pretty badly." Maddie sighs. "Do you need me to stay tonight?"
"No, it's okay. I got him."
And Eddie does. He'll notice if Buck wakes up or if he pukes in his sleep. Eddie will keep Buck safe. He has his back, he's always had.
He doesn’t sleep that night. Instead he tucks Buck in, checking that he isn’t too hot or too cold. When Buck slightly wakes up, his eyes fluttering open and squinting in the dimmed lit room, he turns to Eddie and mutters an "I'm sorry." that Eddie doesn't quite understand what is for.
Buck wakes up a little more later in the night and clings to Eddie, whispering to himself. Eddie manages to only get half of it. "I tried, I tried making it work." and "She'll wasn’t you. She never would be you."
Words that make Eddie's heart grow wings and at the same time shatter it entirely because he doesn't – he doesn't dare to hope. Buck is drunk and incoherent.
And then Eddie sits on the chair in the corner of his bedroom, making sure that Buck won’t suffocate on his own vomit, or something else. He doesn’t relax until Buck gets up around 5 AM, probably more asleep than awake, to go to the bathroom without even noticing Eddie sitting there. He pauses when he walks back in the room, though, and frowns at Eddie, like he's trying to determine if he's dreaning or if Eddie really is there.
"Eddie?" Buck whispers, his voice hoarse and cloaky.
"Yeah."
And maybe it's because the alcohol hasn't quite left Buck’s body yet, maybe it's because he's still in the drunk haze mixed in with the remainings of his sleep tired brain, but Buck reaches out for Eddie in the softest, most vulnerable way possible and asks: "Sleep with me?"
And Eddie can't seem to refuse. He doesn't think he'll ever be able to refuse Buck for anything. Not in this lifetime.
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Our Story Isn’t Over Yet
A quick Buddie drabble:
TW: Briefest mention of a past suicide attempt
Eddie and Buck are sitting, talking about this and that. Buck starts explaining the meaning of his tattoos. Eddie traces one, a semi-colon.
“What’s the meaning of this one?”
Buck hesitates. He knows that Eddie would never judge him. But it’s still scary to open up about the history of this specific tattoo.
“It symbolizes going on. That your story isn’t over yet. I got it after I survived a suicide attempt when I was about nineteen. It’s a reminder for me that it’s worth it to keep pushing.”
Eddie gently runs his finger over the ink. His touch is soft, almost reverent.
“I’m glad you’re still here.”
“So am I.”
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard
Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Maddie Buckley, Howie "Chimney" Han, Jee-Yun Buckley Han, Bobby Nash, Athena Grant, Henrietta "Hen" Wilson, Karen Wilson, Ravi Panikkar
Additional Tags: Madney wedding, Speculation for 9-1-1 (TV) Season 7, drabble written in like 10 minutes, Cross-Posted on Tumblr, the reason why the clothes were ruined
Summary:
A little drabble/speculation about what happened for the clothes that Ryan and Oliver were wearing during the 100-episode celebration to be as ruined as they were.
And yes, Tommy is a part of it and also ends up with ruined clothes.
#Added my drabble from a few days ago to my ao3...#nillewrites#evan buckley#evan buck buckley#buck x tommy#tommy kinard#911 abc#911 fic#911 drabble
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Valentines Day Morning
Plot: A pleasant Valentines morning with Y/n and Lou.
Prompt: ''Turning around, and suddenly being met with a kiss.''
Pairing: Lou Ransone x Gn!Reader
Requested By: @will-grammer
Warnings: None, just some pure domestic fluff.
Words: 541
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Morning light shined through the kitchen window, as bird song could be heard from the trees just outside.
Humming softly to yourself, you were lost in thought as you cut the strawberries into heart shapes to place along the crepes you were making.
You smiled to yourself, amused, you decided when making a Valentines themed breakfast, that you were allowed to be cheesy, at least for today.
On the table nearby, was a bouquet of your favorite flowers and chocolates you had found in the kitchen when you got up. You figured Lou had snuck down and placed them there after you had gone to bed, so you would find them first thing this morning.
Though you were making breakfast, you had already eaten a few of the chocolates, unable to resist.
Too lost in thought, you didn't hear Lou walk into the kitchen behind you.
Lou leaned in the doorway for a few moments as he buttoned up his shirt. He watched you with an adoring smile on his face as you hummed a familiar tune.
He could tell you hadn't been aware he came into the kitchen, as you always say hello when you noticed his presence. After another moment, he walked up to you, taking soft quiet steps as to not alarm you of his presence.
As you sliced another strawberry, you felt as though someone had approached you from behind. Just as you began to turn, you felt hands gently grip your wait and turn you around swiftly.
You let out a soft gasp, that was then muffled as his lips met yours. You stifled a surprised laugh until after Lou pulled away. He grinned down at you, amused that he managed to sneak up on you. You grinned playfully at him, but smiled.
"Good morning." He greeted.
"Morning." You said with a forced, yet amused tone.
Looking over your shoulder, Lou smirked as he saw the red and brown crepes, with a strawberry cream cheese filling, heart shaped strawberries and chocolate drizzle.
"Very festive." He said with light sarcasm and a smile.
You smiled as you reached up and placed your arms on either side of his neck, as his hands rested on your hips.
"Thank you, I was feeling cheesy this morning."
He chuckled softly before he slowly leaned down. Leaning up, you met him in a kiss.
"Thank you for the flowers and chocolates." You said with a smile as you motioned your head towards the gifts on the table.
"You're welcome."
Wrapping your arms around his neck, and stepping up onto your toes, you hugged him close, as he wrapped his own arms around you. You took in a deep breath, and the familiar scent of your favorite cologne engulfed your nose. Your whole body seemed to tingle, yet relax in his arms as you felt warmth wash over you.
Stepping away from him, he gently caressed the side of your face before planting a kiss to your forehead.
Turning to finish the crepes, Lou began grabbing plates and forks, a familiar routine you did each morning as you switched turns cooking for each other.
Popping a strawberry into your mouth you smiled to yourself as you realized just how happy you were.
xx End xx
I'm not sure I like how this came out, as I wanted it to be longer but I hope you enjoy it anyways!
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“buck and eddie can’t be the same age because eddie is so much more mature than buck” babe have you been paying attention like even the littlest bit to their backstories
#i saw this take a few times on twt earlier in the week#brain dead take#911 on fox#911 fox#buddie#i hate that this is my biggest post atm can we give attention to my drabbles or something
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