#josh russo fic

[xunandran]

Fuck it Friday (Eddie Diaz/Josh Russo)

Good Afternoon all! I didn't exactly know what I was going to share this time, since I've been spinning some plates at work and have not gotten as much writing done as I would like.

That being said, Five Alarm Fest is just around the corner, and I've been working on getting some items prepped for that! I'm not sure if I'm going to get every day done, but I'll be posting for a couple.

So here's a small snip from my upcoming Eddie/Josh fic for Five Alarm Fest. If you want more info on the event, visit @fivealarmfest

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“All of you are all the same, you know that?” Josh folded his arms with a huff.

“All of who?”

“Hot people.” The description was spat, an insult rather than a compliment. “You think just because you look like that and you have an ass for days, you can just butt into anything and everything and just… disrupt the flow. It’s insulting.” Josh lunged for his keys again, but Eddie’s height and angle let him quickly pull them away. 

Eddie chuckled. “You think I’m hot?”

Josh rolled his eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. Your personality ruins it.”

“My… My personality?” Eddie scoffed, arm dropping from over his head. He clutched Josh’s keys close to his chest. “You have been nasty to me since the first day I walked into that dispatch center. You’re exhausting. You’d almost be palatable if you’d just shut your mouth.”

Josh’s mouth stood agape, once again clearly defying Eddie’s wishes. He swallowed, frowned, then swallowed again. “I don’t know what anyone sees in you. You’re a rude, arrogant ass who thinks he knows more than everyone else just because he ‘happened’ to be in the army.”

“I did know more,” Eddie screamed, finger thrusting against Josh’s chest. “In that situation, I knew more than you ever will. I’m sorry I injured your inflated ego, but there wasn’t time to play nursemaid or telephone. Capable people would have died if I had done things your way!”

Josh swatted Eddie’s hand away, nostrils flaring angrily. “Don’t you dare touch me! You talk big, but never forget that you sit in that office because you couldn’t handle it out there.”

“I am there for my son,” Eddie growled, fiery glare backing Josh into a corner of the too small elevator. It chimed and the squeaky doors opened, but neither man moved, not initially. “That’s something you would know if you hadn’t tossed me in an office and treated me like some second rate gossip.”

“Give me my keys, Diaz, or you won’t even have that office come Monday.”

“Big words from a small man. You want them? Take them.” He held the keys in front of him, palm outstretched. 

Josh swiped at the keys, but Eddie quickly closed his fist and jerked his hand away. “You’re not funny, Diaz.”

Eddie’s lower lip bunched against the corner of his mouth, as if he was debating disagreeing. 

Josh flailed again, hands chasing Eddie’s shifting fist like a bizarre dance between two hummingbirds. His glare deepened with every failure, lips curling into a snarl that was the near opposite of Eddie’s smug, cocksure smirk. 

Eddie offered the keys again, hand outstretched toward Josh. But like all the previous times, whenever he tried to claim his prize, Eddie yanked it away. Fuming, Josh shoved Eddie, catching the stronger man off-guard and slamming him against the back wall of the elevator. Eddie glared angrily, dark eyes flashing as he tossed Josh’s keys into the corner and grabbed the man by his shirt, forcing him back and against the opposite wall. 

Josh opened his mouth to protest the treatment, but Eddie shut it with his, a cataclysmically bad decision fueled by anger, frustration, and a large helping of repressed lust.

As quickly as the contact happened, it broke. Eddie tore himself away. The two men stood in the small space, gulping air, wild eyes a mirror of each other’s. Each of them tried to process what the hell had just happened. 

Eddie raised his own hands, an apology forming on his lips. 

Josh didn’t let him speak. He crossed the small space in a quick step, pushing Eddie back against the wall and roughly bruising their lips together.

[disaster-j]

Like ik it's most reasonable to think the Buck-Maddie-Josh convo is about relationship struggles but like the last time i remember Buck wanting Josh's advice was Jinx when he was asking him about curse-breaking so I'm just saying gas leak unaware Buck hallucinating ghosts and being like i need to run to the closest Tarot Gay i know is just such a fun thought experiment

[wearethecyclones]

Here, have an episode coda ficlet featuring JoshEddie, EddieJosh, Jeddie, whatever the kids are calling it...

(If there are typos in here no there aren't. I need to learn how to write fast and loose and SHORT if i want to ever be a writer ever again. I so never do a tumblr fic moment idk how to format this lolol anyway this is Josh's POV, features a couple mustaches, and a suddenly flirty grocery store banter moment okay luv u bye)

Much like every Halloween shift before it, this one was a wild one. Josh had made it through the shift okay, but when he clocks out it takes a little longer than most days to shake it off. Something about it clings to him. When he gets to his car, he just wants to text someone from the 118 to see how Hen’s son is doing but he doesn’t think he can take bad news either. 

He’d love to just go home and draw the black out curtains and crash for the day, but a scheduled reminder pops up on his phone telling him to grab a few things at the store. He’d rather not be faced with the lack of those things on the other side of a day spent sleeping, so with a heavy sigh he turns his car on and sets his sights on the closest Ralph’s.

Discounted Halloween candy in a mess of boxes greets him at the entrance of the store. Josh grabs a couple bags, thinking of the candy jar on his desk. He takes his time in the produce section, finding some sort of comfort in how empty the store is while employees bustle around stocking shelves. 

He rounds an end cap overflowing with tortillas of every size imaginable and is shocked back to reality when his cart clangs sharply against someone else’s.

“God, I’m so sorry,” Josh rushes to say, looking up at the other cart’s owner. And of course he had to run into the hottest guy in the whole store. Brown eyes, prince charming hair swoop, a mustache, and… oh fuck, that’s Eddie Diaz. “I uh… was lost in my own world,” he finishes lamely, a confusing mix of attraction and annoyance swirling in him.

“Thought that was you,” Eddie says, neutral enough. His eyes flick down to Josh’s mouth and back up to his eyes. “Hey.”

“Eddie. Hi, sorry.”

“No worries.” He glances down at Josh’s mouth again and Josh’s skin crawls, not unpleasantly. Josh feels self-conscious, like he always does around Eddie. He fights the instinct to let his shoulders curve inward to protect his soft underbelly. He almost wants to overcorrect by snapping to perfect posture instead, but he fights that urge too. Act natural. 

“Getting off shift?” Eddie asks. “Heard you on the radio last night.” Neutral, neutral, neutral. 

“Yeah. Crazy night, right?”

Eddie nods. “They took us out of rotation for a little after, well…” Eddie waves his hand in front of him as a loose identifier. Josh understands. 

“I can imagine. Are you coming from the hospital?” Josh asks. 

“Yeah,” he says, scratching at the stubble along his jaw in way that strikes Josh as impulsive and nervous. 

Josh takes a deep breath and asks, “How’s Hen’s son doing?” 

“He’s doing great, surgery went well. He’s got a broken leg and will probably be hurting for awhile, but he’s okay.”

Josh lets out a relieved breath. “Thank God for that.”

Eddie smiles softly. “Yeah, we’re all really relieved.”

Josh nods. He finds himself running out of things to say and feels the clock on this interaction running down swiftly. But again, that mustache… For all intents and purposes, it’s kind of a basic and typical firefighter sort of mustache to have but Eddie really pulls it off. Something about it lends a bit of mature softness to his face, contrasting nicely with the rest of his face. And listen, it’s a good face. Josh has never lied to himself enough to mark Eddie as unattractive, physically. He has eyes.

“Nice mustache, by the way, suits you,” Josh says. Because why not? 

Eddie laughs a little louder than Josh finds necessary here. “Yeah, you too,” he says. 

“Huh?” Josh asks. His stubble can’t be that grown in. Is he being made fun of or something?

“The…” Eddie lifts his hand to make a reverse pinching motion at his own upper lip. “The mustache…?” he finishes when Josh continues to blankly stare at him.

Josh’s hand flies up to his upper lip, fingers coming into contact with the stupid fake mustache he’d glued on forever and a day ago. “Oh my god.” He laughs. “I forgot I was wearing this. Wow, it was such a long night.” He picks at the edge to peel it off. Eddie’s eyes track the motion, a gentle amusement settled over his features. 

“Yeah, I can’t do that with mine,” he teases. 

Josh feels disarmed. Just seconds ago he thought he was on the wrong side of a joke, now he feels on the inside of one. 

“Didn’t think so.”

“Impressed it stayed on so well,” Eddie comments. 

“Yeah, I watched a YouTube tutorial. I was sure I was going to sweat it off.”

“Ever try growing one, or is that not in your wheelhouse?” Eddie says, playful.

Josh should feel at least a little offended, but he’s  pretty sure he’s detecting a little friendly banter… “Honey, I’m Italian, I can grow facial hair.” 

Eddie holds his hands up, lips downturned in a Muppety kind of way. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Uh huh, that’s right,” Josh says on a laugh.

“And what were you supposed to be exactly?” Eddie asks, gesturing loosely at his regulation blue polo. 

“I was kinda going for Eddie Diaz if he had only ever had a desk job,” Josh says, and he’s sure the small note of flirtation in his tone could be heard by anyone in a ten mile radius. 

Not sure where that came from…

Eddie laughs, the unforgiving overhead lights making his eyes sparkle. “Well, you nailed it. I guess.”

“Thanks, thanks, I tried really hard.” He holds up his balled fist and flourishes his fingers open and closed to reveal and conceal the fake mustache a couple times before shoving it into his pocket. 

“No, but really, what were you supposed to be?” 

Josh never accused Eddie of not being thorough, at the very least. Relentless, sometimes. Snide, at his worst. It was something that used to rankle him. But now there’s an easy openness to Eddie’s face that might be earnest curiosity. 

“Well, I kinda never got around to coming up with something and I had that thing laying around from last year’s costume. So…” Josh shrugs, pairing it with a lopsided smile. “Me with a mustache?”

“And what was last year’s costume?” Eddie asks. Thorough. Bordering on relentless.

“Oh, do not make me say, you’ll make fun of me.” 

He tilts his head just slightly, a slow and mischievous smile spreading across his face. “Oh, c’mon. I’ve had the worst Halloween ever, throw me a bone?”

Josh shifts his weight from one foot to the other with an indignant sigh. A distant part of him notes Eddie’s tactic. Charming his way into what he wants. Where Josh would have been inclined to read it as fake before, he can’t seem to draw the same conclusion now. It’s a sweet smile. 

“Fine. I was one of the Village People. It was a group costume.” 

Eddie’s face lights up. “Oh, that’s great. Which one were you?”

“Construction worker,” Josh answers, feeling his cheeks heat up against his will. Why is he embarrassed? Why does he care? It was a good costume. He’d looked kinda hot. He and his then current, now ex-, boyfriend and their friends had a great time. Whatever. 

“Love that,” Eddie says, sounding like he genuinely kinda means it. 

“Yeah,” Josh says, waving his hand vaguely in the space between them. “What’s been so bad about your Halloween?” Tit for tat. 

Eddie’s face goes through a series of fast but very clear expressions that all say: are you fucking kidding me?

“Other than,” Josh interjects before he can actually say anything out loud. “That horrible call.”

Eddie huffs a forgiving laugh. “Ah, I mean, isn’t that enough?”

“Sure.” Josh lets the sentiment hang. 

Eddie looks at the products on the shelf in front of him for the first time since they’ve been in this aisle and seems to be chewing on the inside of his cheek. Josh is about to retract his question entirely when he clears his throat and says, “I uh, don’t have my kid with me anymore. He’s in El Paso with my parents and Halloween was always our thing but apparently this year he’s suddenly too old for it. And, you know, every time I respond to a call for a kid who is hurt and their parents are right there, or sometimes they aren’t, I just… I don’t know. And Denny really could’ve…” he trails off, and Josh recognizes the superstitious, nearly holy refusal to name what could’ve happened. He clears his throat again. “It was really dicey there for a second and I was watching Hen and Karen, holding Karen up… I just. Miss my boy.” He sniffs, suddenly. And shakes his head. 

Josh follows his eye line to a row of Manischewitz Gefilte Fish and his skin is crawling to break the tension, to distract, to do the thing he always does even though he really shouldn’t…

But he can’t stop himself.

“Sooo, Gefilte Fish, am I right?” he asks. 

Eddie’s eyes cut to him. Then back to the shelf in front of him. He smiles and shakes his head. “Sorry, I made it weird.”

“I’m pretty sure I made it weird, actually,” Josh says with an apologetic tone.

“Right, but I could’ve answered that differently.”

“No,” Josh disagrees. “I asked. I wanted to know. I meant that I made it weird with Gefilte Fish.”

Eddie laughs again, bright and airy. “Sure. Anyway, sorry.” He shakes tension from shoulders, and seems to be ready to excuse himself and walk away. Josh should let him. Josh doesn’t want to.

“I’m really sorry to hear that, Eddie, sounds tough.”

“Yeah, no, it’s… life, you know?” he says dismissively, with a wry twist of the mouth. 

Josh shrugs a shoulder. “And life is tough sometimes.” With nary a breath between thoughts, he plows ever onward. “I was going to get breakfast before going home, there’s a weird little diner near here that makes a great French toast. Wanna join?”

Here’s the part where Eddie and Josh are supposed to come to and remember who they are. Who they are to each other. Who they’ll remain to each other. Josh braces for rejection. Josh prepares to walk away with the satisfaction of having reached out to someone, whether or not they wanted to accept. 

Eddie’s face, which Josh has counted at least a thousand emotions and micro expressions on in this short exchange alone, does something soft. Sweet. He smiles a little. “That sounds nice, actually. Thanks.”

Josh’s heart leaps a little. “Great!” He feels the grin stretch across his face without his permission and bites his lip to contain it. Deflect, deflect, deflect. “You’re buying, you owe me for implying I’m too gay to grow a mustache.”

“UH, excuse me, I did not,” Eddie argues, waving a bossy finger at him. There’s a sparkle in his eye that tells Josh they’re playing the same game. 

“Uh huh. And I bet you know so many gay people you couldn’t poooossibly be homophobic. Prove it to me over breakfast.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes, biting down his own grin. “Sure. Fine. You done here? Let’s check out and go.” He makes a point of knocking his cart into Josh’s, cheeky bastard that he is, and heads for the front of the store. “Coming?” he asks over his shoulder. 

“Yeah, yeah,” Josh says, grinning at the back of his head. 

[alchemistc]

keep on dancing | bucktommy 1/1

"We actually met before, you know," Tommy says, casual as anything. "Uh, I think I would remember," Josh says, not quite able to help the way his eyes drop and scan up. "A couple times, actually." Josh is being pranked. "Pull the other one," he intones, already feeling the awkwardness start to lift away, which shouldn't be possible, but there's something about this Tommy guy, the way he carries himself, the way his expressions bring you in on the conversation. --- Josh has his memory jogged at a little gathering Tommy throws for Maddie and Chimney's six month anniversary.

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"Josh, hey!"

Josh spins from the table with half an eggroll still stuffed in his mouth, and immediately wishes a sinkhole would open up beneath him. Just - just beneath him, though, he doesn't want to get stuck down there with Maddie's earnest as all get out brother and the man he's presenting to Josh like a prize-winning bull stud.

And.

He's still got an unchewed lumpia in his damn mouth.

Josh chews like his life depends on it, feeling mortified as The Boyfriend grins. They've technically met, although Josh doubts he remembers. Josh had still been stuffing his face with cake (a theme, apparently) and The Boyfriend (Tommy, he knows his name is Tommy, he's got to stop being so weird about the absolute hunk of a man Buck bagged by being a bumbling idiot) had been a little too invested in staring at Evan Buckley like the sun shone out his ass.

Fair assessment, really. If any of them had known Buck was bi, Josh might have shot his shot, at one point. They'd have been terrible together, but they are all intimately aware of how thoroughly Evan Buckley kisses, now.

"Josh, you remember Tommy?"

Tommy seems to clock that Josh is still chewing, damnit. And of course, of course, Evan Buckley hasn't just managed to bag the Greek-godliest, calendar centerpieceist hunk of a man in LA, he's also apparently found someone completely willing to not just ignore social faux-pas, but cover for them too. He tilts his gaze away from Josh, does something with his eyes that Josh would categorize as a flitter, if he wasn't built like a tank, and slides a hand up along Buck's back. Josh watches the big wide hand curl over the back of Buck's shoulder and seriously considers whether it would be blasphemous to pray for one of his own.

"You introduced us at the hospital," Tommy says, and Buck beams, like he's pleased Tommy remembers. Christ. The way they've been orbiting each other all evening, Josh is pretty sure Tommy never forgets anything he does with Buck.

He doesn't catch the weird phrasing until after he's swallowed, cleared his throat, and extended his hand. "Nice to meet you again," he says, and absolutely does not curse the gods when Tommy's grip is firm and crisp and gentle without being condescending.

Josh is happy for Buck, he really, genuinely is. He'd just be happier if he had his own.

"We actually met before, you know," Tommy says, casual as anything.

"Uh, I think I would remember," Josh says, not quite able to help the way his eyes drop and scan up.

"A couple times, actually."

Josh is being pranked. "Pull the other one," he intones, already feeling the awkwardness start to lift away, which shouldn't be possible, but there's something about this Tommy guy, the way he carries himself, the way his expressions bring you in on the conversation.

"You helped me through a rough call, my first week in the air," Tommy says, fingers still squeezing at Buck's left shoulder, posture open and inviting, and Josh tries to pull the voice out of his memory. It's -- distinctive, really, low register but slightly nasally, a high up-down to the cadence that Josh would have clocked in a heartbeat. Patterns of speech is a terrible way to generalize, but he's got a pretty good success rate, when he can put a living breathing face to the voice.

He doesn't take many air support calls, and really that's what does it. "The fire whirl in the Thomas Fire," Josh says, and Tommy nods, smile lines deep around his eyes. "They'd just named it, and you felt like it was a little on the nose."

Buck's eyes brighten, like he can't help but be charmed by the story.

"He saved my ass," Tommy says, bumping his shoulder against Buck's, and Buck beams, blinks, grins at Josh. "And then when I invited him for drinks with the Harbor boys he beat me at pool and bounced before I could ask him out to dinner."

"That -- that did not happen."

Tommy's head tilts, brows dancing up his forehead, expression gently insulted.

Josh desperately reaches for the memory. A vague outline of it, even. The voice, a little concerned, a lot matter-of-fact as he informed Josh that they'd hovered too low over the fire, and if Josh could please send out a radio call to anyone on the ground in the area to clear out before the bird crashed to the earth and exploded, because his radio was out. Josh, who'd talked to enough air support to have a basic idea of what mechanics were causing the issue, reminding the voice of the maneuver he could use to steer out of it.

Josh, bright red and stifling his bashful giggles when the voice informed him he was good in a crisis and he should come down to The Rose so that Tommy and his team could buy Josh a drink.

Josh squints. Oh, he'd taken one look at Firefighter Kinard and chalked that up to wishful thinking, ordered an Uber before he'd sunk his first solid, and dipped before he could convince himself the gentle teasing was anything more than a man grateful he'd had someone in his ear reminding him he was a competent pilot with years of experience under his belt.

Josh blinks. "You were hitting on me."

Tommy runs his tongue over his teeth. "Unsuccessfully, yeah. The boys gave me shit for a month about it."

Buck has clearly already heard this story. He's staring at Josh like he wants to tease him, is reining it in by the skin of his teeth. There's nothing smug about it, which Josh is grateful for merely on the basis that he's seen the way these two look at each other and he's no competition for Tommy's attention at all, anymore.

"Well that's mortifying," he admits, and Tommy laughs, head tipped back, smile lines etched deep into his skin. Buck's face does something deeply endearing, and Josh has to look away, for a moment.

Tommy tips forward again. "It was character building. First attempt I made with witnesses, taught me I had to be a little less subtle." He shoots a significant look at Buck, who dips his chin towards his chest. God, Josh wants that. He'd been pretty sure he had it, for a hot second. His gaze is annoyingly wistful when Tommy turns back to him and catches it. "Can I grab you a beer?"

And Josh had kind of forgotten who was hosting this little shindig -- Maddie'd made noise about how sweet it was for Tommy to float the idea of a little celebration for their nuptials, when he heard the Buckley parents were coming back into town, and Chimney had just grumbled that Tommy was looking for excuses to get Buck on a dance floor, but he'd been pleased about it too, under the sarcasm. Josh can't quite hide the face he makes, though. He's not a snob about his alcohol, but all he's seen floating around here are Corona's and Bud Light. Buck shifts his weight, sways his hip into Tommy's.

"We could crack open those weird cheesecake sours you got last week," he suggests, and Tommy tilts his head, squints his eyes.

"They're not weird, you just have the palette of a frat boy."

"Well, Josh definitely has more refined taste than me, the flavor won't be lost on him."

Tommy grins at Josh. "Clearly that wasn't always the case," he shoots off, even as he's slipping his hand from Buck's shoulder, shifting to the side, backing away with a smarmy little grin on his face, and Josh throws his hands up in the air, sends the parting shot before he gets far enough across the yard that Josh has to yell.

"You can't try it out if you don't know it's on the menu!"

Buck and Josh both watch Tommy saunter away. Lord, Josh hopes Buck is taking full advantage of those glutes.

"Congratulations, again," Josh says, letting some of the put-upon ire drop out of his voice. "I know I've said this already, but -- I really am happy for you."

He's really only heard bits and pieces of Buck's absolutely ridiculous jump from solid, unflinching ally to bumbling crush on a beautiful man, but just like every other person on planet earth who discovers a facet of themselves that isn't considered normal by the world at large, he knows there are bumps in the road. Moments where you question yourself, and your place within the confines of society. Buck could have called it a wash, after acting a fool, but clearly he'd found something in himself he felt was worth pursuing.

Buck smiles, and not for the first time since he'd stumbled into Howie's hospital room, face covered in soot and Tommy's hand clenched in his like a life-line, Josh can tell there's something settled in him that hadn't been before. He knows the feeling well.

"I'm not sharing," Buck tells him, tongue in cheek as he smacks a meaty hand to Josh's shoulder, and Josh is too busy pretending not to struggle under the solid weight to think of something clever to say back.

-----

"You weren't kidding," Josh says to Chimney, as he openly stares at the couple dancing across the yard. Everyone else has been attempting at subtlety, but at Josh's words at least three people guiltily dart their gazes away from Buck and Tommy swaying together under a string of fairy lights.

"I should be out there dancing with my beautiful bride," Chimney says, and Maddie holds out a hand, a challenge in her eyes.

Sometimes Josh wishes he was less of a romantic, so he could at least pretend to find the way Chim's eyes sparkle a little exhausting.

Bobby is already spinning Athena into the circle of his arms as the quiet, steady thrum of an acoustic guitar floats across the little makeshift dance floor in the orange light of the yard. When Athena says something to Buck and Tommy, tucked together and speaking in soft voices two songs ago now, Bobby grins, and Buck ducks his head bashfully into the solidness of Tommy's shoulder. Whatever Tommy says back has Bobby pressing a laughing kiss to his wife's forehead as he guides them just far enough away to give Buck and Tommy some distance.

He finds Eddie Diaz moping on one of the patio chairs under little built-in pergola that makes Josh more than a little jealous of Buck's stumble into possibly the perfect man.

Hen and Karen have joined the dancing, too.

Eddie eyes him for a moment when Josh settles into the adirondack to his left. "You tired of the love-fest, too?" he asks, and Josh shakes his head, settling his chin on his hand to watch the annoyingly hopeful scene.

"Just -- taking it all in."

Eddie harrumphs, but out of the corner of his eye Josh can see him watching, too.

Maddie barks our delighted laughter when Tommy cuts in to spin her out of Chimney's arms, and Chim and Buck take that as their cue to conduct a frankly ridiculous waltz between the rest of the group.

Josh sighs like the damn romantic fool he is, and Eddie shifts on his right.

"You wanna...?" Josh tilts his head, and Eddie's face morphs into a shrug of an expression.

"I'm good here," Josh tells him, and Eddie purses his lips. "But you should join them."

Eddie rolls his tongue against his cheek, takes a sip of his beer, rolls his neck and darts his gaze across to the rest of his rag tag family. He nods, shifts his weight, rolls his hands down his thighs to find leverage against his knees to stand. "Find me for the Electric Slide. Tommy's a nightmare about line dances."

[wolffnichols]

another eddiejosh scenario i have is where they're in vegas to celebrate bucktommy's joint bachelor party and when they're not bitching and bantering at each other they both moan over being the only single guys there so they drink....a lot

until Josh is like "i don't care who it is anymore i just want to get married"

eddie snorts "you would so care. what if you were marrying me of all people?"

"yeah I would hate marrying the hottest guy in the room" josh says sarcastically

eddie raises a brow "you think i'm the hottest guy in the room?"

"shut up as if you don't know" josh shoves him

"wait so you wouldn't mind marrying me?"

"nope! you're like the whole package! plus the major baggage is super hot"

"hey! my baggage is not "major"!"

josh just gives him a pointed look

"okay fine whatever not the point. the point is you want to marry me. which by the way i'm flattered but you're not my type"

josh snorts "oh i'm so you're type"

"nah uh"

"brunette. sweetheart. can keep up with your sass. oh and bonus! first responder"

"shut the fuck up"

"just admit it you wouldn't mind marrying me either"

"yeah and what of it?"

which is how they wake up in the morning in bed, completely naked, not remembering what happened the night before until they see their matching cheap rings

"ah fuck"

[imakatperson22]

I ship Riaz (Josh/Eddie) in the sense that I will read every single fic on ao3 under their tag. All 18 of them. I’ve seen an edit or two of them. I’d love to start seeing fanart!

I am still rooting for buddie canon but they’re cute to imagine together because they are imaginary.

I’d really love to see more unusual pairings get content in this fandom Hannikar! Lucy/Taylor!Fuck it! Bobby/Michael! Like, just for funsies. Cause fandom is supposed to be fun!

[sunny-rants]

y’all have been real quiet about Hen and Karen and Josh and Michael and David, but as soon as the blonde beefcake comes out, now it’s the canon gay firefighter show??

edit - GUYS I KNOW I’m aware of the importance of bi Buck, I get how big this is, I just wish fans gave the other queer characters the same recognition and love. Henren is just as groundbreaking and meaningful as bi Buck.

[periru3]

Y'all, it is SO funny that we got Josh dispensing gay wisdom to Buck this episode (which I LOVED), because mere minutes before the episode started, I was bemoaning the fact that I am not a fic writer, because what I want more than ANYTHING right now is a long, slow-burn Buddie fic in which the actual main plot is unlikely ex-workplace-frenemies to mortifyingly-can-no-longer-deny-they're-just-real-friends-now Josh and Eddie in which they reconnect for whatever reason (I don't know, maybe it's a game night at Maddie's. Maybe it's at a queer 911 characters group hang at a gay bar Buck dragged Eddie to because he's worried about Eddie being sad and cooped up. MAYBE Eddie texts josh to give him shit about dressing up as him for halloween like a total freak and they end up texting more after that. Doesn't matter) and Josh is like "oh no I sense gay conflict and I cannot help but intervene" and they become friends as Josh sloooowly helps Eddie through his sexuality crisis. Anyway. That's what I want. It's not what I GOT this episode, but ya know what? Josh swooping in with gay wisdom was still great and I loved it. NOW FIC WRITERS GO WRITE ME SOME FIC. I DON'T KNOW WHAT ABOUT JOSH'S STUPID EDDIE COSTUME SPARKED THIS IN ME BUT I APPARENTLY NEED JOSH & EDDIE FRIENDSHIP FIC STAT.

[aroeddiediaz]

Last Line Tag

Thanks @cal-daisies-and-briars for tagging me!

This may be my most unhinged attempt at a wip yet… it’s something of a “what if Eddie had a sexuality crisis so embarrassing and messy it ruined multiple peoples’ lives” kind of story.

Eddie takes a deep breath. Time to get into why he really came here and demanded Josh’s lunch break time. “Right, but my issue is more about the why Marisol dumped me. She and I were, you know, in bed, when I... I said Tommy’s name.” He says the last words in a rush.

Josh stares, mouth hanging open. “Buck’s boyfriend Tommy?” He demands.

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[rahwriteswhump]

waited by my phone like a goddamn fool: (9-1-1, but they all have twitter) part 2:

overall summary: a slightly canon-divergent au of season 6. hen and karen teach bobby and athena how to use twitter (primarily to spy on their kids' accounts), maddie and chimney do a weird amount of trauma unpacking over public twitter replies, buck and eddie have simultaneous sexual awakenings (and plenty of angsty moments), and everyone else watches the chaos unfold.

(for the sake of this au, chim and maddie never broke up)

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[eddiespornstache]

for the fall ficlet thing, 🌖 + eddiejosh! (honestly that pairing deserves more love imo)

eddiejosh + 🌔 (soulmates / magic au)

When You Can Have What You Want By the Simplest of Means

Eddie blinks at his reflection. Blinks at it again. Yep, it’s still there.

“Babe,” he calls back towards the bedroom. Josh stumbles through a few moments later, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes in that endearing way that he does. Eddie’s stomach still sort of swoops at the sight, but he does his best to school his expression into something–well, bordering on stern. In the neighborhood, at least.

“Care to explain?” Eddie asks, gesturing at his own face as Josh drapes himself against the bathroom sink.

“Hmm?” Josh asks. He goes a bit red when he properly opens his eyes and takes a good look at Eddie. “Oh, I did that last night. I guess I was feeling nostalgic.”

Eddie slides closer to his boyfriend, pulling him in with one arm and swiping his opposite thumb across Josh’s upper lip cheekily. “If you wanted me to regrow the mustache, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t need to magic one onto me.”

“This was more efficient,” Josh protests. “I would’ve had to wait a few days otherw–” Eddie cuts him off with a soft, domestic kiss that they both smile into despite their morning breath.

Josh’s eyes slant suspiciously as they pull back. “That felt different than I remember.” He turns to get a good look at himself and his brand new magic mustache a la Eddie in the mirror. “Edmundo!”

“Fair play, don’t you think?” Eddie waggles his eyebrows mischievously. “I think you might even pull it off better than I do.”

“I look like a pornstar,” Josh grumbles.

Eddie purses his lips, considering, and teasingly dips his hand into Josh’s briefs. “Well, we already know you fuck like one.”

“I forgot,” Josh deadpans. “The mustache makes you hornier.”

Eddie grins. “No, you didn’t,” he says, and he tugs his boyfriend back to bed. Who cares if they didn’t even brush their teeth? There’s a minty fresh spell for that. Eddie can wiggle his fingers and rattle that off in seconds. Which–hmm. It’s an adaptable charm. Probably could work well enough for getting come out of a mustache or two as well.

send me a fall ficlet prompt!

[not-as-straight-as-i-appear]

Summary:

“Mom?” The firefighter looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at his parents. “Dad, what's—why—why are you here?” The older man looked from his boyfriend to the parents he didn't think he'd be meeting anytime soon. The two who were also currently blocking his only way out. “Um, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Diaz.” Ramon looked Josh up and down, his eyes narrowing. Helena cleared her throat and stepped over the threshold into her son's house. "We wanted to surprise you. Didn't want to miss our grandson's birthday." The elder Diaz was still sizing up his son's boyfriend. "And who are you?" "Oh! Right." He held his hand out for a shake. "Josh Russo." Ramon shook his hand, but his eyes were still skeptical. "Okay, Josh Russo. How do you know our son?" Eddie jumped into action then, stepping between his parents and his boyfriend, ushering his parents into the house. "He's just a friend, and he's just leaving. Why don't you go get some coffee, and I'll be right behind you?”

[fanonsupremecy]

Ok soooo neeeeeeed to dump my 9-1-1 headcanon (also asks are open if you wanna do the same to my box): What if Buck and Tommy set Eddie and Josh up cuz I think it could be a fun couple activity ya know. like it would be so chaotic. Like Tommy would clock Eddie's crush so hard. And tell Buck and he'd be like 'no way Tommy, Eddie's straight'. but then he'd be all like 'Evan you didn't even know you were bi until I kissed you'. And then the next time they're all hanging out at Maddie's Buck would look a little harder and then gasp and look at Tommy with wide eyes and everyone would stare at him and he'd play it off but Tommy would smirk. and Buck would later tell Tommy that they HAVE to set them up and he'd be like 'Evan you're crazy' and he'd just say 'come on they're never gonna do it on their own. I never would've' and Tommy's like 'ya know what? you're right'. so they talk to Josh and tell him Eddie's crushing on him cuz it's obvious that Josh has it just as bad and maybe he's more likely to do something about it. but he's like 'no way. even if Eddie is swinging for both teams, there's no way he'd like me.' Tommy gives him his bitchface but Josh is like 'so Eddie's had an Awakening or whatever. what I just ask him out?' and they're like don't worry we'll talk to him. and Eddie's like 'you really think he likes me back?' and they say 'he literally called you super fine so yea buddy we'd say so'. and he ends up asking Josh out maybe they get spicy about it at his place after the date. but like it's not a one night stand. they say they wanna actually date eachother but get spicy regardless. and it results in some really prominent and hastily placed hickies on eachother. and Eddie shows up to work and Chim's like 'woah who's the lucky lady?' and Eddie just says 'Josh' soooo smoothly. and Buck's just like 'didn't expect that so soon but go off I guess' and Tommy's there too cuz he decided to stop by on his day off. and he's sipping an iced coffee and just goes 'you go tiger way to tear down the closet' and Chim's like 'WAIT! You knew?!' and Hen's like 'I knew but I didn't know that' while she's sipping on her mug of coffee.

[eddiediazismyhusband]

i think josh having an “implied” fwb relationship with tom ford (yes that tom ford) in this fic is the most crack-worthy thing i’ve written yet it is 100% crack treated seriously

[imakatperson22]

Let’s get one thing straight:

Josh/Eddie is RIAZ.

Not “Jeddie”. Ew.

[kneazle]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Eddie Diaz & Tommy Kinard Characters: Tommy Kinard, Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Josh Russo Additional Tags: could be pre-eddie/josh if you want, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, Implied/Referenced Sex Summary:

Hiding in a bush spying on someone was not how Tommy pictured his day off going. Even worse he had to share the bush, which meant the already small spot was worse.