#Buck cooks eddie bakes

[gibuckaroo]

you called me angel for the first time (my heart leapt from me)

teen & up | 31k

For a moment, he wonders with his eyes open fixating on the mole under Eddie’s left eye as he’s peaceful and serene and near that if Buck were to reach out and touch him—would he be considered holy? Would the touch bleed through his flesh? Would he be regarded as sacred having to touch something reverent? Would this be a prayer? Would this be talking to God asking him to do something divine?

Or: Buck realises his feelings for Eddie as Eddie learns to bake, shaves his moustache off, tries to bring his son back home and realises he’s gay all this time.

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[jackwhiteprophetic]

Buck and Eddie accidentally see a big crime and the suspects get away so have to go into witness protection. They're not together and are still both oblivious but obviously the logical conclusion is that they should be married in this fake universe. So Chris is there, they have a new house and a cat and Buck is a piano teacher and Eddie makes and sells beautiful garden gnomes, and they settle nicely into family life while they wait for Athena to sort things out.

[buddie-fic-recs-this-way]

hello❤️ any good buddie baking/cooking fics? (i prefer au’s but i honestly don’t care as long as cooking/baking is somehow involved lol)

thank you so much!

hi 🩵 ohhh cooking and au's my most beloved! here's a few; anyone else is free to add on!

cordolia verse (bakery au) by MonsterRae1 @monsterrae1

buck's bakes at christmas by mansikka @redlightsandicedtea

having his cake (and eating it too!) by mansikka @redlightsandicedtea

meet me in the middle (underneath a little bit of mistletoe) by Princessfbi @princessfbi

and a couple self recs below!

eddie's new cooking skills by browneyedgirl6

you make every day feel like it's christmas by browneyedgirl6

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Chris, back from summer camp: Don't tell me you can cook now, Dad.

Eddie: Hey, I made a cake once!

Buck: It was very good.

Eddie: Really?

Buck: Don't make me lie twice, Eds.

[chefbuck]

BAKING BAKING BAKING BAKING BAKING WITH OUR GUYS . THE GUYS EVER

🥮 baking / fall festivals (~ 800 wc)

“What are you doing?” 

“Hm? Nothing.” 

Buck turns away from Eddie’s frown and one minute he has an egg in his hand and the next he doesn’t. 

“Hey!” 

“I need you to fix the laundry.” Eddie’s words come out fast, like they’re in a race to get to the finish line.

Now it’s Buck’s turn to frown. “The laundry? What’s wrong with the laundry?”

“It’s… loud.” 

Buck is silent for a minute and all that can be heard is the hum from the fridge and the distant effects of Chris’ video game. “The laundry… is loud.” 

Buck stares at Eddie and Eddie stares at Buck and Buck raises one eyebrow and then: 

“Yep.”

Buck turns away from the baking supplies in front of him. “Eddie, what’s going on?”

“OK, look,” Eddie moves out of the way when Buck tries to grab the egg back. “You know I love your cooking. We love your cooking. You’re a great cook, Buck.” 

Buck warms under the sincerity of his compliment. “Thank you.”

“And… Bobby loves to bake. Athena once said he could feed a small village with the amount of baking recipes he has under his belt.” 

“...Sure.”

“And you…” Eddie looks off to the side like that will help him find the right words. “You’re a great firefighter. But baking is not firefighting.” 

Buck narrows his eyebrows. “I’m quite aware of that, thanks, Eddie. What are you trying to say here?”

With a sigh, Eddie gives up his dancing around and says, “You’re shit at baking.” 

Buck lets out a small noise of protest. “I’m sh- I’m not shit at baking!” 

“Buck.” 

Buck crosses his arms over his aproned chest. He can feel the embroidered Chef Buck along his arms. “Eddie, you were the one who wanted these cupcakes.” 

“Yes, and I will gladly eat anything you make. But I think as people with medical training, it would be irresponsible to poison students and parents with those cupcakes. No matter how annoying Pam is.” 

Buck’s muscle’s itch to smile at that, but he can’t right now. He’s supposed to be mad at Eddie. Or, not mad, but irritated. 

“What, you think you can do so much better?”

Eddie shrugs. “Actually, I think I can.” 

“You can’t even cook, Eddie.” Which isn’t really true anymore because he’s been learning. He’s pretty good at the small stuff like heated sandwiches and tacos and pesto. They’re a step up from the inedible foods he would make before, but if Eddie’s going to insult Buck’s character then Buck can insult right back. 

“I can follow directions.” There’s a smug look on Eddie’s face. He thinks he’s so funny. 

Buck’s jaw drops. “Wow. Wow.” 

Eddie’s face is slowly widening into a smile and he’s moving closer, gearing up to distract Buck with a really good kiss. Buck’s familiar with it and he could just complete the gap and lean forward to meet his mean boyfriend with a kiss. Instead, Buck leans back ever so slightly, dips two fingers in his spare bowl of flour, and streaks it across Eddie’s right cheek. Eddie scrunches his face together and the look, paired with the new flour decoration, is just so cute, it makes Buck’s annoyance melt away. 

Eddie opens his eyes. “Wow. Real mature, Buck.” 

Buck grins. “Thanks.” He sidesteps Eddie towards the counter next to the fridge.

“What are you doing?” 

“Well, since you want to bake sooo bad, I’m just gonna be the Eddie for today and sit here pretty while you do your thing.” 

It works and Eddie blushes a bit until he says, “No. You’re not allowed in the kitchen until I’m done.” 

“Not allowed?” 

“I’m not giving you any chances to try and sabotage me for a measly ‘I told you so.’” 

Buck laughs. “I never thought I’d see the day where you’d kick me out of the kitchen. Fine.” He’s untying his apron and lifting it over his head before putting it on Eddie. He wraps his arms around his boyfriends waist to tie it in the back. “There, now you’re ready.” 

And it’s really not Buck’s fault his boyfriend is pretty and rosy and he loves seeing Buck across his chest, like anyone could know that that’s his. So he kisses him with the good kiss he dodged earlier, the kind with one hand on his waist and the other cupping his jaw. Eddie leans into it and there’s probably flour spreading onto Buck’s face but he doesn’t really care with the way Eddie’s hand slides up his body. Then, it lands on Buck’s chest and pushes him off him and Buck has to blink for a second. 

“Leave, saboteur,” Eddie enunciates. 

It doesn’t work towards his benefit. It just draws Buck eyes to his pinkened, wet lips and Buck’s rolling his eyes before giving one last peck.

buck's aprons that enraptured me

[cranberrymoons]

buck being self aware about his own tendencies is so important to me like yes he is making this face :( at maddie and trying to mind explode eddie for taking his phone away but like. no one told him to do all this baking. he realized what was cooking inside his own tortured mind and said okay buck. we are Not going down this road again, we are going to Resist This Temptation!!! and he did!!!! he literally did resist temptation and did not text or call his toxic ex even ONCE in this episode. did he think about it a bunch of times? yes. but the last text he sent to tommy was logistics for the date where tommy dumped him. and he is STAYING STRONG, supported by 47 loaves of pumpkin bread, news of his sister's second pregnancy, and eddie diaz going scorched earth on tommy's memory, as he should

[kneazle]

Buck sat at the kitchen island with his chin resting on his hand, watching Tommy pour ingredients into a bowl. It's been a week since he finally ended his keto diet and Tommy wanted to bake him a cake– to make up for not getting cake at the medal ceremony back then he said. Buck knew it was really Tommy wanting him try his baking for the first time.

As Tommy began mixing what was in the bowl—and if Buck paid extra attention to the way his arms moved and his hand gripped the spoon that was no ones business but his own—Buck blurted out the question that had been on his mind before Tommy became distracting. "What's five things you like about me?"

Tommy looked at him, eyebrow raised and never pausing his mixing. "Your eyes, smile, personality, the way you store all these facts in your brain, and your big heart."

Buck ducked his head slightly with a blush, a smile across his face. "Okay, what are four things I like?"

"Documentaries, Bobby's barbecues because everyone you love is there, cooking, when we go to the shelter and Lainey let's you go out into the yard to play with all the dogs."

"Three things I look good in?" Buck asked with a grin, leaning forward on his arms now.

"Your turnouts, sweats–" Tommy gave him a cheeky grin and Buck flushed thinking of the first time Tommy saw him in them, "And my arms." He finished with a wink, causing a goofy smile to form on Buck's face. That was his favorite place to be.

"What are two things I do a lot and don't notice?"

"Here can you finish mixing this while I get the pan and oven ready?" Tommy asked, handing him the bowl. Buck didn't hesitate to listen, mixing as he responded. "You use your hands a lot, and you steal the covers every night-"

"No I don't!"

"Oh you do, but it means I just have to cuddle you." Tommy teased, pulling a pan out from one of the cabinets.

Buck grumbled a you should be anyway under his breath making Tommy fondly roll his eyes before continuing. "What's one thing you would change about me?"

"Your last name."

Cake batter flew off the spoon and onto the surface of the island. Buck froze, mouth hanging open staring at Tommy who looked casual smiling at Buck like those three words didn't leave his mouth with no hesitation.

"Wh-" Buck swallowed, "What?"

Tommy slid the bowl away from him and leaned close. "I'm not picky on which way, hyphenate with whichever name first, drop Buckley and be Kinard, doesn't matter to me."

"You- you want to marry me?" Buck said sounding breathless, looking stunned but in wonder at the same time.

Tommy put two fingers under his chin, leaning closer to kiss him. "Evan, I'd fly us to Vegas today and marry you."

"It's- It's only been six months-" Buck's lips lifted into a smile. "But...I'd marry you too."

+Alternate ending or bonus (your choice)

"Is that a ring?!" Chimney said so loudly when he greeted Buck and spotted the ring, that it seemed the whole firehouse was looking.

Buck smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck, holding his hand out that Hen quickly grabbed to inspect. "Uh yeah...surprise? Tommy and I went to Vegas!"

"Buck!" Hen looked at him in shock, before her face turned into a smile and a laugh bubbled out. "How am I surprised but not at the same time?"

"Oh come on! I was supposed to be your best man!" Eddie scowled, but still leaned in for a hug, a big pat on Buck's back.

"We're going to have an actual ceremony later with everyone, you can be best man then!"

"Maddie is going to be pissed, if she wasn't still working her double shift to cover for Josh I'd tell you to call her immediately!"

"Especially because you're about to burst keeping it a secret already?" Hen looked Chimney over who was bouncing on the heels of his feet, he gave her a 'what do you think?' look but didn't respond.

"Uh actually...Maddie already knows." Buck said slowly, bracing himself just in case.

"What?!"

"She didn't actually have a shift..." He took out his phone, showing them a picture of them both in rented suits, and Maddie in a dress between them beaming with pride.

"Oh that is sneaky! I'm both offended and proud at the same time!" Chimney took out his phone and walked off without another word.

Hen offered a congratulations with a chuckle before following after her best friend who was on the phone arm waving like crazy. Eddie glanced over at Bobby and mumbled a 'we'll talk later' before heading towards the stairs. Buck looked at Bobby who hadn't said a word, anxiety growing.

"Bobby I-"

Buck cut off as Bobby pulled him into a hug. He sighed out in relief and returned the hug, Bobby squeezing him a little tighter before pulling away. "I'm proud of you kid, you've come a long way."

"I- I kind of expected someone to make a comment on how early it is for us-"

Bobby laughed. "Athena and I waited less time than you two did, I have no right to judge you on that." His gaze softened. "And anyone paying attention could see that what you two have is real, you're different with him in a way you've never been before Buck, and while I didn't see Tommy for years I can tell you've changed him for the better. Congratulations kid, but now you have some paperwork to take care of."

Buck groaned, shoulders slumping as he followed a laughing Bobby to his office.

But even that didn't stop the wide grin on his face when he wrote Kinard on the paperwork.

[buckevantommy]

Everyone's always telling Buck what he should do. Okay, sometimes he did ask for their advice, but every piece of advice he's followed through on lately has ended badly and everything they tell him to do he doesn't actually want to do.

He should want to do something if it's supposed to make him feel better, if it's supposed to be better for him, right?

Josh told him to bulldoze ahead and tell Tommy what he wanted. Tommy told him to re-enact his Buck 1.0 days and spend time with some indeterminate amount of people until he finds someone forever. Maddie and Chim told him to start dating again and also wait for the universe to bring him someone special; another someone. Hen and Eddie told him not to contact Tommy.

He doesn't want to do any of that! He wants to talk to Tommy, to see him, to get Tommy to talk to him instead of giving up on them and running away because he's scared. He wants to tell Tommy he loves him. He wants Tommy to know first and last aren't mutually exclusive. He wants to yell at Tommy, and kiss him, and hold him. He wants Tommy to apologise for breaking his heart and for being a dumbass. He wants Tommy to believe him when he says he won't do the same; well, he might be a dumbass sometimes - but he would never break Tommy’s heart. He wants to apologise for jumping ahead but also not have to apologise for wanting a life with Tommy or for being too much.

Since that first night Tommy kissed him, he's felt reborn. Not in some starry-eyed way that Tommy seems to think is fake and won't last, but in the way that he's shed the skin of past Buck upgrades and finally grown into his body, become comfortable in who he is instead of trying to fit a facade that other people would accept. Always too big, too much, not enough, never content to just sit in his self and be without his worries and insecurities moulding him into something else, something with a better chance of getting people to like him, love him, stay with him. 

He’s never felt more himself or more at ease in a relationship that meant something to him than he did with Tommy. Never felt more wholly seen - the good, the bad, and the too-much and not enough - by his partner and adored anyway, wanted anyway.

Halfway through making swiss meringue buttercream instead of breakfast, he realises he's thinking about Tommy. His coping skill, as Bobby called it, has stopped working.

There's butter and sugar in the creases of his hands and nailbeds even after he hurriedly wipes them with the dishcloth over his shoulder. He can see it as he scoops up his phone from the charger and thumbs over to his message thread with Tommy, leaving greasy crumby residue on the screen.

i saw you bubbling

After it happened, after the Chief distracted everyone enough for him to grab his phone and retreat somewhere he wouldn't be disturbed, he'd stared at the space where the unsent message had appeared for twenty minutes waiting for the type bubble to reappear. Waiting for Tommy to hit send on whatever he'd backtyped.

Buck's mind had spiralled with all the possibilities and while it spiralled and he stared and waited he never got around to actually calling or texting Tommy himself. And then the bell rang.

He has time, now. He has things he wants to say.

you were going to tell me something an maybe i wont like what it was but just knowing you almost reached out is kinda driving me crazy bc i have a fridge full of baked goods bc everytime i think about calling you i bake and now i havnt cooked a proper meal in my own place in over a week bc i dont have room in my damn fridge to store anything besides chocholate chip bananan bread and baked alaskas

He wants to say: and it's all your fault! but that's not the whole truth. Buck played his part in this, set the wheels in motion that drove Tommy away from him. But how the hell was he supposed to know that? And Tommy should've known by now he doesn't really do 'slow'.

i'm not sorry for being too much bc i shouldnt haveto apologize for being myself

Screw it. Can't get any worse, right? Tommy's getting all of him whether he likes it or not.

i dont see you as some queer life coach or someone to fill space until someon else comes along

thats not who i am

i thought you knew me better than that but whatevr ig

i wanted to live with you bc i want a life with you bc i love you

i love you

i shouldve said that first

Send after send, typing like a man possessed, he gets out everything that's been pent up inside him since the shock wore off a week ago.

His chest is heaving as the adrenaline rushes through his veins. And his eyes sting. He has to blink away tears as he reads over the last message.

He never told Tommy. Tommy doesn't know. Maybe Buck wasn't sure that night Josh asked him, but he knows it now.

i wanted you to be my last

He still does.

i wanna hate you for giving up on us

but i cant seem to hate you

This whole thing would hurt a lot less if he could just hate Tommy for what he did. It would hurt a lot less if they could find a way through this mess, together, and come out the other side stronger because they know each other better and know they want to fight for what they have.

Real love is worth fighting for. Red taught him that. Real love isn’t found, it’s made. Old gay Thomas taught him that.

Well, Buck found Tommy. Or, the universe did. And he’s going to fight, dammit, because he wants to build a future with Tommy. 

His vision has blurred with hot tears. Movement on his screen catches his attention from where his gaze had drifted over to the couch where Tommy had stayed to take care of him through his Billy Boils saga.

Tommy is bubbling him.

Buck’s heart lurches in his chest. His breath catches.

can we talk?

There’s a huff of something like manic laughter as he swipes at his snotty nose.

that’s what i typed

Hope blooms in his chest, sudden and bright and painful in the best way.  

can we?

I think I owe it to you to yell at me in person

There’s a long moment where Buck tries to return his breathing to normal but its bated as he watches three little dots appear, then disappear. 

Then reappear. 

Then disappear.

Then:

I don’t want to give up on us either

Buck’s tears are still making his vision watery, but now they’re tears of joy. He did what he wanted to do - he reached out. And Tommy heard him.

He should take his own advice more often.

[singlethread]

Do y’all remember how Eddie took Buck on a poker date to test his new skills and then just watched buck win poker lovingly for hours. And then Buck won fancy steak and cooked his winnings for their son for family dinner while also baking cookies for their son’s bake sale

[kaistinlove]

I like to imagine that Buddie holds hands all the time after they get together. No matter the time or place, they'll be attached at the hips, fingers intertwined.

Eddie will be the one who's always eager to hold Buck's hand. He will just reach out and takes Buck's long fingers in his, and sometimes (most times, actually), he'll press soft kisses on the back of Buck's hand and watches him blush.

Buck can be driving and Eddie will take his hand and hold it over the center console, smiling softly at how every color of the stoplight makes Buck glow in different way.

Buck can be cooking and Eddie will hold on tight to his hand even as Buck tries to wiggle his fingers free because, " I need to season the food, Eddie, oh my god!"

Buck can be texting someone and Eddie will domineer his other hand, grinning from ear to ear when Buck struggles to text with one hand instead of letting go of Eddie's. Maddie will just sigh and flip the phone to Chimney, showing the absolute garbage Buck texted every time. Le*s hame dibber t#gethr t&noggt.

Buck can be talking in the engine, hands gesturing wildly, and Eddie will pull one hand into his, rubbing one thumb gently over the back of his knuckles as he listens to Buck with a lovestruck expression. He has to try really hard to ignore the gagging sounds and teasing jabs after that though.

And Buck.

He loves when Eddie holds his hand and he loves when Eddie makes him feel wanted, which is all the time for the rest of their lives now. So he will just reach his hand out and wait until Eddie takes it.

He will see Eddie coming up the stairs to the loft and make grabby hands at Eddie, grinning as Eddie slides his fingers between his easily, pride and sheer happiness blooming in his chest at their friends fake gagging at that.

He will be pushing the cart around the store when he hears Eddie's footsteps that he knows by heart, and reaches one hand back, wiggling his fingers until the familiar shape of Eddie's fingers intertwines with his, and tugs him along to continue his shopping.

He will be manning the booth at Chris' bake sale and sees Eddie with his tray full of muffins, his hand automatically reaching out for the other and just as easily, Eddie will shift the tray to one hand and the other coming home to Buck's. Eddie will pull himself closer by the grip he has on Buck's hand and gives him a peck on the lips, holding his hand over their booth full of baked goods until Chris comes along and ,"Eww, dads, c'mon. You're dragging down my cool kid image."

Buck will be planning the 118 kids next outing and where is the best place to bring kids without them getting and adrenaline rush or disappearing, and he will place his hand palm up to stop his bad habit of biting the back of his pen when his natural substitute immediately falls into place and Buck plays with Eddie's fingers instead when he brainstorms and stresses and googles.

They will walk out a shift together and Buck will reach out and Eddie will always take his hand.

[butchdiaz]

to open up my arms and give it all to you

2.5k ; buck comes out to chris, chris diagnoses him with bisexuality, and the buckley-diaz family is the most family-shaped family ever.

It should be weird, is the thing – Tommy dropping him off at the Diaz house for dinner. But he didn't even bat an eye when Buck said he couldn't do Saturday night because Eddie was attempting to cook a new recipe and Buck had promised to be there to try it. He had just nodded thoughtfully, like prioritizing dinner with a friend over a date wasn’t weird and said, "I’ll just take you out in the afternoon instead." And that was that. Buck has never had a partner like this, someone makes him feel equally valued in both their own life and Eddie and Christopher’s. It's kind of dizzying. They had a flying lesson today – though the word "lesson" quickly became irrelevant when Buck got too distracted by the views of the city and Tommy’s competence to do anything but hold his hand about it over the gearshift. Tommy mentioned something about yoga, which got Buck started on a rant about one of the PTA moms at Chris's school, and how she always wears head to toe lululemon and constantly hits on Eddie despite Eddie very clearly shutting her down every time. And her cupcakes are definitely store bought, which is totally fine, but she acts like she made them from scratch. And she never has gluten free options. It's about five minutes of this before Buck realizes how long his mouth has been moving and he snaps it shut, suddenly self-conscious about how much he just rambled on about going to school bake sales with Chris and Eddie, and thinking that Tommy will probably find that very weird. But then he looks over, and Tommy’s smiling – the smile that causes his whole face to crinkle up in a way that makes Buck’s heart do backflips in his chest. He places a warm, solid hand on Buck's thigh and asks, "Does she at least bring peanut-free options?" And Buck says, "No!" and they both laugh and the sun shines through the glass onto Tommy’s face as his nose scrunches up and Buck's stomach swoops, only partially due to the fact that they are thousands of feet in the air.

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tags <3 @goldenbcnes @chronicowboy @buckstommy @shitouttabuck @evankinard @ilostyou @911onabc @anirudhpisharody @try-set-me-on-fire @goforkinard @youreonyourownkid @buckttommy @leothil @canonbibuck @bucktommys @bvckandeddie @exhuastedpigeon @wearherlikeanecklace @diazly @eddiebabygirldiaz @hunybody @chaoticeddie @loserlesbianbf @sibylsleaves

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buck: Dad Buck in 6x13 and Uncle Buck in 8x7

In 6x13 while Buck and Chris were cooking, Chris asked, "Can we have cookies for dinner?"

And in 8x7, Buck will be baking with Jee-Yun.

Reminder: Buck and Chris were baking together in the same episode that Buck and Eddie had their poker date.

And this picture happens after Buck’s recent breakup but reminder he was confused about who's attention he was trying to get.

[glorious-spoon]

hi spoon, it's Team! thanks for playing oml I'm excited. OKAY drum roll: 🌃 dark and 🥧 cooking/baking! - @team-118

hi @team-118! a couple of days late, but i hope you enjoy! <3

1.4K words | teen

pre-relationship buck/eddie | mentioned buck/tommy | emotional hurt/comfort | baking

Insomnia Baking [on Ao3]

The kitchen is peaceful late at night. It's dark other than the soft glow of the oven light, which means that Eddie can't actually see the mess that he's going to have to clean up tomorrow morning, and the air smells warm and sweet with the smell of baking.

It's peaceful. With the lights off, in the midnight quiet, he can almost convince himself that Chris is sleeping right down the hall. It's a nice fantasy. At thirteen—fourteen, he reminds himself with a sharply unpleasant pang—Chris is less easy with his affection, but like any growing boy, he's always happy to eat the results of Eddie's insomnia baking. Or he was, when he still lived here.

Eddie's got a dozen chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and another two cooling on the stove top. There's no way he'll be able to eat them all on his own.

He can bring some in to the station. Tomorrow's his day off, but they'll keep fine until his next shift, and he can leave them out there for an appreciative audience instead of spending the next week eating increasingly stale cookies for breakfast by himself.

He heaves the oven mitts onto the counter, then slides down the cabinets until he's sitting on the floor, staring at the stove. The oven door is partially obscured by the distowel he's got hung up on the handle. A Halloween patterned one he forgot to put away—cheerful jack o' lanterns, possibly inherited from Abuela, possibly something he or Buck picked out with Chris. He can't actually remember. Inside the oven, the cookies are starting to spread on the baking pan, the edges of the chocolate chips going soft and melty. The smell of sugar and chocolate and butter fills his nose when he heaves a deep breath, and then another, feeling like he's suffocating. The timer on the stove silently counts down: nine minutes and fifty-seven seconds. Just under ten minutes before Eddie has to find a way to get up off his ass and turn the oven off so he doesn't top off this absolute shitshow of a month by setting his kitchen on fire. He can almost hear Buck ragging on him about it—Come on, Eddie, if you wanted some company you could have just called me.

He digs his phone out of his pocket, stares at the screen, then sets it face down on the floor and stares at the cookies some more.

Then he thuds his head back against the cabinet, picks up the phone again, scrolls through his contacts without looking, and hits the call button.

Buck picks up fast enough to make him feel gratified, and also kind of guilty, given the hour. "E-eddie?"

"I'm not having a breakdown," Eddie says, to the note of fear in Buck's voice. Or if he is, it's not a serious one. "Do you want to come over and eat some cookies?"

"I—is that supposed to be a metaphor?"

"For what? No," he adds, before Buck can answer. "It's not a metaphor."

"You were stress baking again," Buck concludes, sounding calmer. There's some shuffling on the other end of the line. Eddie wonders idly if Tommy is staying the night, and then wonders how much he actually cares about interrupting them if that's the case.

The answer is, less than he probably should.

"I was stress baking again," Eddie confirms. "How about it?"

Any normal person would say no. It's well past midnight, and while they don't exactly keep regular hours, he knows he woke Buck up just now. But it's not at all a surprise when Buck says, "Yeah, of course, be there in, like…" his voice fades and dips for a moment, like he's holding the phone away from his face. "Uh, half an hour?"

It's closer to forty-five minutes, which means that Eddie has time to pry himself off the kitchen floor and take the cookies out of the oven and try to find room for them on the cooling racks. He turns the stove off and starts cleaning up after himself one mindless, methodical step at a time, which is pretty much the same way he's gotten through every task in front of him since May. Flour and sugar and chocolate chips in the pantry, eggs and butter in the fridge, mixing bowls and spoons in the dishwasher along with the utensils for his solitary take-out dinner. He turns it on to run even though it's not even half full and it'd probably be less of a hassle to wash everything by hand.

Eddie wonders again if Tommy is there. What explanation Buck is giving him, if so. He doesn't ask. "Okay. Half an hour."

-

The noise makes the house feel less empty.

It doesn't take long. When he's finished, he stands in the clean, empty kitchen, palms braced against the edge of the sink, and stares out into the night, the vague smear of his reflection in the dark glass.

There are lights on in the house across the street. Soft ones, from one of the bedroom windows. They have a toddler, Eddie knows—he sees them outside sometimes, in passing. A little girl with a dark cloud of hair just like her mom's. She probably gets nightmares. It's common for that age, or at least that's what he hears. He missed most of it with Chris, and even during those rare weeks when he was home, Shannon was the one their son asked for in the middle of the night.

Headlights sweep across the lawn, then come to a stop in his driveway. Eddie stays where he is and watches Buck climb out, lock the Jeep, cross over to the sidewalk, and vanish out of sight around the corner of the house. A moment later, the lock clicks open.

Buck doesn't call out or even turn on any lights. Eddie listens to him pull his shoes off, the sound of his sock-clad feet on the floor as he moves down the dark hallway.

"Hey," he says quietly from the doorway of the kitchen, and Eddie turns.

He's wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair flattened on one side. The hives are pretty much gone, other than faint red blotches along his cheek and jaw, and his eyes are soft.

"You didn't actually have to haul yourself all the way over here at one AM," Eddie says, to cover for the near-frantic relief spreading through him. He sort of wants to rush across the kitchen and collide with the warm solidity of Buck's body, maybe burrow into his skin, but he doesn't move.

Buck scoffs and steps into the kitchen, scruffing a hand through his hair. "I was promised cookies."

"Well," Eddie says, and waves a hand at the cooling racks. He'll need to dig out some containers at some point.

"Sweet," Buck says, and crosses over to the stove to grab three off the top of the stack. He takes an enormous bite, licks half-melted chocolate off of his thumb, and grins at Eddie. "They're good."

"Thanks."

"Did you have any yet?"

"No." Eddie gestures vaguely at the kitchen, the quietly churning dishwasher. "I was cleaning up."

Buck hums under his breath and takes another bite of his cookie, watching Eddie with that soft, thoughtful look that's more perceptive than most people give him credit for. Then he holds out the cookies in his hand. "Here."

"I don't—"

"Eddie."

"Okay," Eddie sighs. He takes one of the cookies and bites into it.

It is good. He takes another bite, swallows hard around the lump in his throat, and pretends he doesn't know Buck is watching him while he eats the entire thing.

"Want to talk about it?" Buck asks once he's done, quiet. When Eddie shakes his head, he doesn't push it, though. "Okay. I figure if we finish off another half dozen of these, we can probably fit all the rest in one of those big Tupperware containers under the sink."

Eddie laughs roughly, smears the back of his hand across his mouth. "Why do you think I asked you over?"

"Uh huh," Buck scoffs. He eats another cookie in three large bites, which is objectively gross and makes Eddie feel stupidly fond anyway. "Well, always happy to help."

"Yeah," Eddie says, and he knows there's too much showing in his voice, in his face, he knows that, but he can't help it. It's one in the morning and Buck is in his kitchen, because he asked, and his house is still too empty, the vacant bedroom down the hall a hollow ache that he can feel in his chest—but. It feels easier—a little easier—to breathe now. "Yeah, I know you are."

[mvltisstuff]

lost in the fire - e.b

summary: when visiting the home of a newly divorced couple in their high-security home, things get very heated for y/n and buck.

evan buckley x reader

a/n: based on one of my fav s19 episodes 🤭 also sorry for typos i’m tired and i wanna go to sleep 😁

“damn it, oliver! you called the cops?” the woman yells when she sees the red and blue lights and blaring sirens.

“audrey, there is a fire if you didn’t notice! i called the fire department!” he argues back, then turning to the 118. “my wife was just burning all of our belongings together, and the fireplace just started sparking.”

“ex-wife.” audrey grumbles.

“ok, ma’am. we need to get in there, so why don’t you, sir, come get checked out.” bobby says, leading the husband to henrietta. “we heard there were some difficulties getting in so buck, y/l/n, go see if you can get those doors open and start hitting this thing from the middle.”

“on it, cap.” buck says and the two follow the wife back into the house.

“alright so, i created this whole system to keep this house in line and it’s all programmed a certain way,” she informs the firefighters beside her. she continues to ramble on about how long it took her and how she formed it all.

“ok, well why don’t we open it?” y/n asks, politely but with a little force as well. the woman places her hand on the buzzer of the door, and it buzzes a bright red color. “huh, that’s weird. i’ll try it again.” the second time she places her finger on it, the same thing happens but another warning comes up talking about the attempts left. she pulls her hand back and observes her thumb.

“looks like you blistered it trying to burn all that stuff, it probably won’t work even if you do it a few times.” buck says to her, giving her something to wrap around her blistered thumb.

“well, here, i’ll just try it again.” buck and y/n exchange a look of confusion and doubt that it’ll work, but they wait around for her to try and get the fire revealed to them. “ugh! shit!” they all turn around and look at the door of the garage sliding down into the locked mode.

“no, no!” y/n runs over and hits on the door, realizing she was too late to try and prevent it from closing. “well, that didn’t work. do you happen to have another way to get in?”

“i have a code,” they sigh out of relief because they can already feel the intense heat filling up the garage. “but it’s getting fixed right now. of course, i mean perfect timing for my house to burn down.”

“hey, your house will be ok, we just have to try and figure out how to get through this door.” buck reassures audrey, even though he also isn’t sure how to make it out of here. “when will the system reset?”

she mumbles quietly, looking down at her shoes and taking off her sweater. “maybe a few hours, at least.” buck groans out and looks over to y/n who has a face filled with disbelief. she pulls out her radio and speaks into it.

“cap, it might be a while before we get into the actual house. looks like we’re stuck in here.”

“we gotta get you guys out of there quickly, it is way too hot to be in there for too long.” bobby says, light panic fading through his voice.

“chim! eddie! go grab the jaws and try to pry this door open before our friends get cooked alive. get at the weakest parts of the door and try to break this code.”

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after what felt like days inside that garage, the temperature rises to 110°. they were practically baking inside, with thick beads of sweat falling down their faces. with no water or air, they were already dehydrated and could suffocate in this garage if they could not open it.

the clatter from outside becomes distant as the heat begins to get heavier on their bodies. they are already on the cool cement floor of the room, but even with that, their clothes are soaked. audrey sits over in one of the corners and y/n and buck sit in the other.

“if we ever get married, don’t burn our stuff.” buck says.

“you think i’d burn your stuff?”

“well you never know, that guy clearly didn’t see it coming.”

“we’re firefighters, buck. i think we’d know better.” she smiles at him through the feeling of the sun touching the earth's crust. “at least we’re in here together though.”

buck blushes like he has a middle school crush on her, even though they’ve been dating for a while. “me too, just wish it wasn’t as hot as the devil's ass in here.”

“i wish i had the keys, maybe crank the AC of the car,” audrey says from the corner, eyeing her car.

“AC sounds heavenly, but we won’t have AC again if we get carbon monoxide poisoning from the engine.” y/n tells her, leaning back. it seems like every option they have just get shut down immediately, placing them in more danger.

“buck, y/n/n, how’s it going in there?” bobby’s voice comes in through the radio again.

“pretty good for being in an oven, but uh, get us out please.” buck says. “temps hit 115°”

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heavy breaths and panting have become the only noise in the room. the heat was becoming unbearable, and faith was shrinking as the fire grew. the bangs and hits from outside became almost irrelevant to the heating thoughts in their thumping heads.

“this was not on my bingo card for this year.” buck tries joking around, but neither feels like it anymore.

“save your oxygen, honey.”

“just tell me to shut up, y/n.”

“alright, shut up buck.” she forces out a little smile while slumped against the wall. audrey was their concern, but she seemed to be in the same condition and there was nothing they could do. “i’m getting tired, that’s bad, huh?”

“hey, no, you have to stay awake. we have to get out of here, everyone’s working on it, right?”

“there’s no way they gave up.”

after a few more minutes, feeling like lightyears, they hear several loud hits to the weakest parts of the door. they see something wedge the door, but it’s almost like the heat and stress of the room have closed out their senses to get up and check. with several buttons of their tops undone to try and cope with the heat, they stay still in their spots, losing more and more energy.

the door busts up, and the garage door is thrown up, dents on the outside from the smashing and banging. the vision of the couple fades as they see eddie and chimney walking toward them, helping them both stand up and carry them out. two more paramedics help audrey, removing her from the garage and placing her in an excellent ambulance.

everyone from 118 and even the cops on the scene watch with amazement as the pair comes out in almost full gear, decked with sweat and taking short, slow breaths.

“severe dehydration and heat exhaustion, get them in the ambulance and crank the air conditioning. get them fluids and oxygen masks now!” chimney leads people to each other and y/n and buck sit in their own ambulances.

the relief in their bodies takes a few minutes, but eventually, the moisture evaporates and their heads clear out of the smokey heat. y/n, placed with hen in the truck, asks, “is buck ok? he was really hot, hen. he was so hot in that garage and audrey! is she doing ok, she didn’t look too bad in there, she had fewer layers but still-“

“they’re all okay, y/n. you did well in there. that’s a pretty badass story, too, stuck in an oven basically.” y/n looks out the doors to the ambulance and sees the contained fire, no longer roaring at the garage doors and the ceiling.

“can i see ev?” was her last question. and work from eddie is the same thing happened in his aid car.

“audrey’s good right?” buck asks eddie, pulling the mask away from his mouth.

“she’s fine buck, just relax.”

“where’s y/n? she was sweating a lot in there, barely heard me in there, is she alright?”

being able to stand up strong enough, y/n sneaks her way over to buck. she steps up into the ambulance. “sup, eddie.”

“sup, lava girl.” he teases. “i’ll leave you guys, keep that mask on, buck, or i swear to god-“

“bye eddie!” buck waves to him, smiling and putting the mask back around his mouth.

“pretty bad day, huh?”

“no, not at all.” buck says, surprising y/n. “you were in there with me.”

y/n lets out a cheeky grin at buck and sits closer to him. “you know i love you right?”

“of course, i know that, we just got cooked like hot dogs in there together,” she laughs and he looks into her shining eyes and red face. “and i love you, and i really hope you know that.”

“oh i know,” she says, leaning in to land a light kiss on his lips. he leans more into the kiss as it transforms into a far more passionate one than intended.

“hey!” hen yells from outside. “i left you alone for one minute and you’re already making out where i did not leave you!”

“i’d say sorry but…”

“save it, does eddie know you’re in here too?”

“yeah? he was here when i came in.”

“oh, ok then. diaz!” hen yells and walks away.

“someone’s in trouble with mama hen.” buck jokes and he brings her in for another kiss. “i heard someone say i was pretty hot in there, you didn’t have to flatter me like that.”

y/n slaps his shoulder and chuckles at his sly comments about himself. “i guess you did look pretty hot, but not as hot as that garage, baby.” she caresses the side of his face.

“oh i know somewhere else that gets hotte-“

“buck!” eddie’s voice echoes through the street, looking at buck with his hands thrown in the air. “really? what did i tell you? mask!”

buck shakes his head and then eddie points at y/n. “and you! you made me get in trouble with hen.” he starts walking toward the two of them.

“ok, maybe i should leave for my own ambulance.” she pecks his lips again and skips out of his truck.

“dirty fools, you two.” buck shakes his head and eddie smirks at the two, admiring the relationship they have together.

[hisbucky]

Buck: Christopher loves the both of us equally. Eddie, sulking: Right. That's why he wanted you to do the school bake sale without me. Buck: No, that's just out of necessity. Chris: Buck's right, dad. You may have learned how to cook now, but your muffins are still awful.

[shaunashipman]

Eddie was definitely more queercoded than Buck. He is written as a repressed gay man in comphet relationships. Buck's queercoding mostly consisted of one-off jokes while Eddie's has been baked into all of his romantic storylines. Also no one is saying he's gay because he treats women poorly. The reason he inadvertently hurts his partners is because he is trying to force himself into relationships that will never work. Calling that homophobic is laughable because so many gay men have dated women as beards which obviously ends up hurting the women. It's just a fact. It's honestly homophobic the way so many bucktommy shippers are obsessed with eddie being straight even when a multitude of gay people see themselves in him. Or does the gay male perspective only matter when in concerns tommy lol

ok, I wasn't even going to get into this. idc if you see eddie is queer, that's your prerogative. but you brought this into my inbox.

to start with, there are plenty of bucktommy shippers who also think eddie is gay. and the ones who don't are not obsessed with eddie being straight, we're just tired of it being touted as the only possible reading and if you don't get that then you're stupid. kind of like how they are with buddie

also buck's queercoding has not been one-off jokes, y'all just seem to think that queercoding that isn't angsty is being played for jokes.

but let's get into the queercoding of eddie

"baked into all his romantic storylines" all 3 of them? that gigantic number? let's go through them.

shannon. yes, only married because they got pregnant. but they got pregnant through having sex, which eddie was shown, multiple times, to enjoy having with shannon, a woman. she left him (not going deeply into her reasons, I've talked about what I think of shannn and her leaving) and eddie's response was to devote himself to being a father, then moved across country to the same place she was, implicitly because he wanted to make up with her, but couldn't work up the courage until forced. when he did contact her, his initial refusal to let her see chris was both because he didn't yet trust her again with chris and because he didn't trust her with himself. while deciding whether or not to let her see chris, they were fucking like bunnies. again, that eddie was shown very much to enjoy, to the point that it is explicitly something he fantasized about in s7. after he let her see chris again, we didn't see as much of them, but what we did see was the actions of a normal couple. then she said she thought she was pregnant and he re-proposed. could it be that eddie simply felt trapped again? sure. but if that were the case he could have simply not began a relationship with her again to start with. he had the excuse ready baked in of "we need to focus on chris". then she turned out not to be pregnant, asked for a divorce and died, and he's spent the last 5-15 years mourning and pining for her.

ana. initially met as a teacher at chris' school who eddie had an immediate crush on. didn't go anywhere that season because she was chris' teacher. when they met again eddie's only hesitance to date her was framed as trauma from shannon divorcing him and dying. then we get to s5 and his panic attack. which most took as being about the "ready-made family". I took as, the shop worker called ana chris' mom, chris' mom died, ana could die, cue panic attack. the only part of this relationship that I can remotely see as being indicative of sexual repression is how the break up went, which could also just be a result of his slow breakdown which had already been cooking for several months.

marisol. who eddie perused after he got out of the date his tía set up, talked to some people and decided he was ready to date again. then we didn't really see them again until the nun episode. also the point where so many ignored the majority of the ep just because eddie was talking about religion. also basically the only time religion has come up for eddie in more than passing, despite religious repression supposedly playing a large role in his queercoding. again, a relationship where eddie is shown to enthusiastically enjoy sex with women. his sudden hesitance to have sex with marisol was completely about her having been a nun, which if anything is about the madonna/whore complex, not about eddie's sexuality. and then eddie fucks up the relationship due to the shannon!doppler, because he's still in love with shannon NOT because he's closeted.

so where is the plethora of queercoding in all his relationships? and if all his relationships are comphet, but he's never shown an attraction to men (and he hasn't, not objectively, because him "looking" at buck is not attraction) why is him being gay the only option? what about asexual? or aromantic? or even bisexual, since as I've pointed out, he clearly enjoys sex with women.

also his poor treatment of the women he dates can very easily be traced to him growing up in a very patriarchal household, where dad works to the detriment of not knowing his kids, mom's job is to take care of the kids, and he as the only boy was delegated to the "man of the house" at a very young age. an extremely common family dynamic, and one that despite working on in other aspects, eddie clearly still ascribes to in some way, by how he's continuously looking for a wife and a mother, not a partner. could be that he's gay, could be that he was raised in a misogynistic world.

If you see him as gay, great, good for you. but to insist that that's the only correct view is wrong. and since you ended with an "lol" showing how seriously you take this, I'm gonna end with this

ryan, the one who plays eddie, has said multiple times now that eddie is heterosexual. and before you start, oliver at no point ever referred to buck as straight before the bisexual arc so 🤷‍♀️