A little rant but I need to say this. So I love Buddie and I have shipped these two since the beggining, I also enjoy Buck as a character on the show.
But we have to talk about how a majority of people write him and Eddie. Buck is not a baby. Buck is a kickass character who has done a lot of growth in the 4 seasons. Buck is not treated badly by the firefam (sometimes you could argue he is downright right favoured) and even in the law suit there where hurt feelings and bad moves all around including Buck.
Then Eddie. Eddie is not aggressive, outside the fighting ring (which was consensual fighting, if idiotic), and actually when Buck was being a little sh*t to him in 2.01 he let it roll off him. Eddie is a POC character with culture and heritage, not just a stereotype. Eddie is an amazing dad AND Eddie is a characther outside of Buck. So many Buddie fics are written with how Buck feels about things (especially the well and the shooting, which is understandable as they where hard for him but Eddie gets left out or worse is the one who has to comfort Buck above anything else and remember he is the one both of these things happend too and has his share of trauma from it)
Eddie is not there to be a plot device for Buck, Eddie is not there to be Bucks comforter regardless of how Eddie feels. Eddie has been through war came home and been a single father and has faced more death experiences.
Chris adores Buck, Buck is his best friend but Eddie is his Dad, this is a kid who wouldn’t let Buck read him his story because he wants Dad to. That is how much he adores his dad. Eddie may have gone off to war and made some bad choices and not have been there for his son, but he provided for them and never stopped loving Chris and when he did come back worked 3 jobs so he could give Chris what he needed, and decided to be the best dad he could be. Buck is like a second parent, is loved by Chris and I see many fics about Chris and Buck generally as Buck as a saviour and honestly not enough of Chris and Eddie.
Eddie is reguarly the bad guy in fics where they have a realtionship spat or disagreement that end with Buck forgiving him and being perfect for doing so.
Lets have some appreciation for Eddie he is a awesome character who probably gets the least show time of the people who work at the firehouse.
In conclusion, Buddie needs to be a equal partnership and I know that a lot of this comes from a love of Buck and not malice but we need to stop doing this. So I am taking any and all fic suggestions where Eddie is written well and as equal. I will devour them and leave many lovely comments. I know there are some amazing fics out there.
I think Buck may not know completly how he feels yet but there is no way you can tell me Eddie is not 100% in love with his best friend and completly aware of this fact. He is a pining hard.
So as I sit here watching my favourite bad 90s romance I find my stuff yearning for a Buddie Notting Hill AU. Buck as the lonley megastar actor who falls in love with Eddie the average guy who just works hard and loves his kid.
Eddie falling for Buck as he learns the megastar people see has nothing on the kind hearted guy who always is just fun, patient and insanley good with kids……
That scene where they are reading scripts but with Chris as well and Buck acting all dramatic running lines with him ❤
The awkward meeting, the cute getting to know you scenes.
Truth be told, Christmas was never Eddie’s favorite holiday as a kid, Christmas was synonymous of a house full of people, the family coming from everywhere, which obviously resulted in plenty of opportunities for fights, screams, demands, accusations, trips down memory lane just to throw in each other’s faces the mistakes made and countless other things that made a festive date that was supposed to be about family togetherness become anything but.
After marrying Shanonn, Christmas becomes a time when everyone looks down on the two of them, trying to hide behind a false smile the whispers and insinuations of how she got pregnant just to force a marriage. Then came the pitying looks at Eddie’s handicapped son, the poor kid that could never do, or be, anything in his life.
Eddie Diaz, in fact, hatesChristmas.
Or at least he hated it until he moved to Los Angeles. Here people don’t yell at each other and point out their mistakes every chance they get. Here people gather around a table full of food and talk and laugh at the off-key voices of Chimney and Buck singing Christmas carols all over the house, here people walk around carrying cookies and milk for the kids that are playing on the floor after earning more toys than they really need, here Abuela spends time in the kitchen with Buck teaching him some secret family recipes because…
“AyNieto, someone will have to pass on the family recipes to Chris when he grows up. ¡Y no serás tú!”
Here Athena and Bobby snuggle on the couch with a mug of hot chocolate while watching everyone with that fatherly-motherly gaze they keep on everyone without exception. Here Maddie and Chimney dance in each other’s arms with a sleepy Jee between them. Hen and Karen chat on another couch sharing a piece of cake.
Here, Christopher is as happy as Eddie has never seen him before. Here Christopher has people who look at him and see exactly what he is, an amazing kid who, yes, has many obstacles and limitations, but who is strong enough to overcome every one of them. Here, he has a family that supports him no matter what.
But most of all, here, he has Buck.
Buck who came into Eddie’s life like a hurricane, turning everything upside down, Buck who made Eddie question everything he thought he knew about life, Buck who invaded Eddie’s dreams longer than Eddie cared to admit. Buck, who was driving him crazy right now, because he was walking all over Bobby and Athena’s house with that mistletoe in his hands, going after everyone just like he’d done the second Christmas they’d spent together.
Everyone was laughing at Buck’s infectious energy and happiness.
Cheek kisses for Hen, Athena, Maddie, May, Michael, and David. A huge hug for Bobby and Abuela, several kisses on the cheeks for Christopher and Jee making the kids laugh until they were red in the face, a peck on the lips for Karen, and to everyone’s surprise and amusement a peck on the lips for Chimney too.
Everyone, one by one, had gained Buck’s attention.
Everyone but Eddie.
He just watched, and each time Buck seemed to be walking towards him he changed paths and Eddie huffed angrily. That’s not fair, he’s been for months, years, desperate to feel Buck’s lips, dreaming of what it would be like to taste him, and now when the perfect opportunity presents itself, it just doesn’t happens!?
No! Eddie wouldn’t accept that.
If Buck wouldn’t go to him, then Eddie would just go to him.
So hours later, when they were all sprawled out in a corner talking, Eddie looked for Buck and smiled at the sight of him at the very end of the backyard of the house, sitting on the bench right under a tree, almost hidden enough from everyone and seeming immensely entertained with his cell phone. Before he lost his courage, Eddie looked around grateful that they were all distracted, and walked through the glass doors, his heart pounding and that damn thing caught between his fingers behind his back.
“Hey…”
Buck looked up and grinned at the sight of Eddie.
“Hey…I just talked to a friend of mine, that ice skating rink that opened last month? I was roommate with Billy a long time ago, he’s married to Jordan that own the place. They don’t normally open on Mondays, but he agreed to let us skate there with Chris. He’s been talking so much about skating the last few weeks, and I know it’s not the same thing as a rink full of people like he’s seen in the movies, but I thought it would be safer, at least until we find a way for him to do it safely. And we can also invite all 118 to go, I’m sure all the kids will love it and Bobby will love reminiscing about the good old days.”
Fuck, how could Eddie not want to kiss him?
“That sounds great Buck, he’s really been talking about ice skating all the time. I can’t thank you enough for doing this.”
“Of course! Anything for that kid, you know that.”
“Yes, I do.”
They stare at each other for a few seconds until Eddie takes a deep breath and takes the courage to pull his hand behind his back and lift it over their heads, lightly shaking the mistletoe making Buck’s eyes widen.
“Eddie…I…”
“You went after everyone…except me.”
“I didn’t think I could, I was afraid that…”
“I know, I was scared too. But here I am Buck, standing in front of you and under the mistletoe. Waiting for you. I’ve been waiting for you for a while now, and if I’m not mistaken, I think you’ve been waiting too. , for me.”
“I have. For so long.”
“So, are you gonna keep me waiting?”
“Hell no!”
Eddie won’t say he never imagined what it would be like to kiss Buck, because he’s been doing nothing but thinking about it for the last few months. To imagine how his lips would feel, would they be as soft and smooth as Eddie thought they would be? Would they taste as sweet as Eddie dreamed they would?
Now he knows.
Now he no longer has to stay just in the memory of an unlived dream.
Now he knows why Buck steps forward and kisses his mouth and Eddie knows perfectly well that the answer is no!
Buck’s lips were so much softer and sweeter than Eddie could ever have imagined, they were warm and eager, they dominated Eddie’s lips mercilessly, they kissed invading Eddie’s mouth and savoring every corner as if Buck wanted to memorize his taste, the same way Eddie wanted to memorize Buck’s.
He tasted like wine and Abuela’s tres leches cake, and Eddie wanted to drown himself in that flavor.
Kissing Buck was like touching the sky, it was like riding a roller coaster so fast it makes his stomach flutter, it was like savoring the sunlight and all the good things in the whole world.
Imagining kissing him was good, but the reality was a million times better.
“I love you.”
Eddie muttered almost breathlessly, his lips still pressed against Buck’s, their bodies so close he could feel Buck’s heart pounding against his own chest, his huge hands gripping his hips sending a delicious wave of heat throughout Eddie’s body.
“I love you.”
Buck responds with a beautiful smile and then kisses him again, at that moment Eddie decided, Christmas was definitely the best time of year!
It’s the noise of whistling and laughing that wakes him from that bubble of utter happiness and makes them pull back just far enough to look over Buck’s shoulder. There, all huddled against the glass doors are his friends and family. Eddie smiles, especially when he sees Christopher cheering with such a happy face that it makes Eddie get emotional and flood with happiness he never thought possible.
He curls up in Buck’s arms who look as happy as he is, Eddie closes his eyes and sighs feeling the soft touch of Buck’s lips against his temple.
“Merry Christmas Buck!”
He mutters, squeezing his arms around Buck’s waist as his heart settles knowing he’s finally at peace.
It was a fact that Edmundo Diaz did not handle words very well. Whatever they might be.
He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, to his father that he didn’t want to join the high school football team. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, that he didn’t want to kiss that girl at the birthday party while he and his friends played seven minutes in heaven. He never knew what to say, or how to say it, to his teammate Tyler Evans that he was beautiful, that Eddie dreamed of him, and that he wanted to kiss him. Eddie never knew what to say, or how to say it, to Shannon that he didn’t love her and that he had only agreed to go out with her because Tyler had got a girlfriend, in fact, all of his friends were getting a girlfriend, and he was so embarrassed when she asked him out in front of everyone that he simply said yes. He didn’t know what to say, or how to say it, that he didn’t like her kisses or how she touched him, much less how her body felt under his hands. Then she was pregnant and his parents insisted they get married, he didn’t know how to say that while he was happy with the idea of being a father, the realization that he would have to pass the rest of his life with Shannon terrified him. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her, he did, but not in that way, not to spend a lifetime together. How could he say that he had dated her only because he felt pressured by his fears and insecurities, how could he say that the sex between them was good and constant because that way he didn’t need to use words, so Eddie learned how to please her and mostly how to let his mind run to all the places that would help him enjoy it too. How could he say such words?
So he did what he always did best, he didn’t say anything!
He swallowed all the words and let them scream silently and freely inside his chest, choking him in ways that made him want to run away. Which is something he also did and found he was pretty good at it, running away. Enlisting was the perfect excuse, it took him far away, a place where he still pretended to be someone he wasn’t, he still didn’t know what to say or how to say many things, but at least he no longer needed to trick his mind to be able to enjoy the Shannon touches
The touch that was too delicate, the body that was too curvy.
He shuts up and uses the money as an excuse to run away because he doesn’t know what to say, or how to say it, to Shannon that he doesn’t love her. He definitely doesn’t know what to say, or how to say it, to his parents that he’d rather be alone than with a woman, that he’d prefer big callused hands to small than delicate ones, strong muscular arms, face slightly rough with a beard. How could he tell his parents that he would rather be married to a man?!
“I want my daughter to have everything that I didn’t have, Maddie; what we didn’t have. I want her to have a childhood she’ll remember with affection, Maddie, with a smile instead of sadness. I want my daughter to be happy.”
You see, Buck knew how to take care of children. He did this all the time. With Denny and Nia, with Harry, and especially with Christopher. I mean, he babysat Christopher so many times he could do it with his eyes closed. So, Buck knew how to take care of kids; this wasn’t rocket science, right? Right?! No! Wrong. Because Buck knew how to take care of children; walking and talking children. A baby was… something else.
Bella didn’t talk, she didn’t walk, she didn’t go to the bathroom by herself, she didn’t even let him know when she needed to go to the bathroom, and this is all on another level for Buck. Of course, he had help. Maddie taught him how to prepare the bath with the water at the correct temperature, she taught him how to bathe his daughter correctly and how to dress her. Carla taught him how to prepare the formula, to make sure it wasn’t too hot, and also taught him how to sanitize and care for the umbilical stump. Athena taught him all the lullabies she sang to May and Harry, while Bobby, apparently, found it necessary to start teaching Buck how to cook and prepare baby food from day one. Chimney went through an extensive list of all the movies he had found about babies and single dads and sometimes they even watched them together. Hen and Karen explained about all the stimulating toys for babies and which brands to buy, a list of the best stores, and they had even bought some toys for Bella already.
So you see, Buck had all the help he could ever need.
And then he had Eddie. Eddie, who came to the apartment every day when his shift ended, who would hold Bella in his arms while Buck showered. Eddie, who always brought Christopher with him because the boy was completely in love with the baby, and his daughter seemed to be delighted with him too; she would always make the most adorable sounds when she saw Christopher. Eddie who always brought lots of food…
“Don’t worry, Abuela’s the one who cooked and had me bring it to you.”
Eddie, who cared for his daughter with as much love as Buck cared for Chris. Eddie, who spent every night with him on the phone, because even though Bella was a calm baby and slept well, she still woke up at night hungry or with a dirty diaper, and Buck always took a while to get back to sleep after that; so they talked, about everything and nothing.
And in a way Buck didn’t even think was possible, their friendship solidified even further. A week, just seven days, and it was enough to bring them even closertogether.
By the second week, it became more…natural. Buck couldn’t even remember his life before he had had that baby in his arms. He started to believe it when his friends told him he would do well, that he was a natural. He loved waking up in the morning to the noises she made, especially the ones she made when he pretended to bite her feet while changing her diaper. Buck loved being on the living room floor with her’ Karen had given her a colorful and soft baby rug, and Buck could spend hours there, lying down and playing with her. He loved bathtime’ his daughter definitely loved the water, so bathtime was always a party where Buck sang all of the bath songs he had learned over the past few days. But what he really loved was the time he spent feeding her. Buck just loved having his little girl in his arms as she suckled the bottle, her beautiful, expressive blue eyes locked with his, her tiny hand gripping his finger with all the strength she had. That moment, that one wonderful moment was the part Buck loved most in his life.
Which was why, realizing that the week was nearing its end and that he would soon be going back to work, made Buck’s heartache a little. Not that he didn’t trust Carla; he damn well knew his daughter couldn’t be in more competent hands. But, well… they weren’t his hands.
Bella loved Carla, however. Every day, the woman came to visit while Christopher was at school, even though Buck had said it wasn’t necessary, that she wouldn’t start babysitting until he got back to work. But still, she came every morning, and then in the late afternoon, if Eddie was on a shift, she came back with Christopher and they would go for a walk in the park next to Buck’s building. Those walks were also Buck’s favorite part of the day, mostly because Eddie joined them instead of Carla. They walked side by side, Buck pushing the baby carriage and Eddie carrying two bags on his shoulders - one for Bella and another one with food for them to eat when they arrived at the park-Christopher would go right up front, right next to Bella’s stroller, because he narrated the entire ride for her and always told her some interesting facts he’s learned. Buck couldn’t help but smile knowing the boy had learned that habit from him.
This new routine between them was both strange and normal at the same time; it brought a feeling of peace to Buck that he still couldn’t fully understand. But he liked it, so he just accepted it as it was.
Everything was perfect. Buck may never have imagined this turn of events in his life, but he couldn’t be happier.
Almost two weeks as a father. And like any father, he wanted the best for his daughter, especially when it came to comfort and safety. Which meant that an apartment was not the best housing option for them.
“Hold on, move out of the apartment? But Evan, you love it here !”
“Yeah, but Maddie, look at this place! It’s not an ideal environment for a kid. I know Bella isn’t walking yet, and yes, I also know it’s going to take a while for that to happen. But sooner or later, it will, right? One day, she’ll start crawling and walking, and then this whole apartment will become a trap.”
He walked from the kitchen to the living room with a few snacks in hand while his sister followed him holding drinks, and after they sat on the couch Buck checked that Bella was still sleeping in the stroller and then turned to his sister who was serving them both a glass of wine.
“I know, you’re right. It’s just that everything has been happening so fast for you. A house really is the best idea for you guys.”
“I want my daughter to have everything that I didn’t have, Maddie; what we didn’t have. A house that really feels like home, a big backyard that won’t just be an ornament for the neighbors to see, where she can run and play, a swing and maybe even a treehouse, a pool for her to learn how to swim. Space for a dog; do you remember? We’ve always wanted a dog. I want my daughter to have a childhood she’ll remember with affection, Maddie, with a smile instead of sadness. I want my daughter to be happy.”
“Oh honey, she will be. That little girl will be so happy, big brother. Because she has you for her father. I know we’ve all said that Buck, but I’ll always keep saying it; no one in the world could be a better father than you.”
“Everything I learned was from Bobby and especially from Eddie.”
“Well, then you’ve learned really well. You’re wonderful with Bella. Now, about the apartment…”
“I’ve already contacted a real estate agent, told them everything I’m looking for in a house and an acceptable price I’m willing to pay. Tomorrow, I’m going to see some houses.”
“That was quick!”
“She probably liked my budget.”
“Buck, that day you handed me your credit card and now the house…it was grandpa’s bank account, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s the bank account where my share of the inheritance was deposited when he died, and all the profits that are deposited from the businesses he left for the family.”
“How much do you have left?”
“Everything! Mostly” Buck shrugged.
“Wait. Everything?! Buck! That’s millions and…”
“I never needed it, Maddie. Grandpa died a few months after I ran away from Hershey; I was already far from here and with a job. At first, after the lawyer managed to get in touch with me, I didn’t want to use the money. I wanted to live and support myself without the help of our family, to show myself that I didn’t need anyone but me.” Buck took a sip of wine and sighed. “And after that, I don’t know, I honestly didn’t need the money. The jobs I took around the world always paid enough to keep me going. I could buy clothes and food, I always had a place to sleep; I didn’t lack anything, so I didn’t use a single dollar of that money. I guess I just forgot, you know? Like I knew it existed, I knew I had the inheritance value and the company profits being deposited every month…I just, I didn’t think about them, I didn’t count on that money to support me.”
“I can’t believe you never used anything. I lost almost everything; Doug bought that huge and ridiculously expensive house, he managed all the money, and when I finally got the courage to run away from him, I managed to get some money out and ran away. After he died, I used what little was left in my account to rent and furnish that apartment.”
“But now it’s just your money, Maddie. Doug may have spent our grandpa’s wealth, but the monthly profit that’s deposited is now yours alone. He can’t use that money anymore; only you can.”
“I know, but sometimes I stop to think about it all and I get so angry, you know? If I hadn’t been so dumb and blind none of this would have happened.”
“Maddie, you can’t keep blaming yourself for the things Doug did. Leave him in the past where he belongs.”
“You’re right. Let’s forget about Doug. Let’s go back to your house; are you excited? Have you told the others?”
“More excited than I thought I would be, but I haven’t told anyone yet, you know, except you.”
“Not even Eddie?”
“No, not about the house and not about the inheritance. But it’s something I’m going to tell everyone as soon as I decide on which property I’m buying. I talked to Carla earlier; she’s staying with Bella tomorrow morning while I take a look at the properties]. I told her I had a few things to take care of and she always comes here after dropping Chris off to class anyway.”
“Oh shit, I’m so mad I have a shift tomorrow; I would love to be able to go with you.”
“I would love that too, but hey, you can help me decorate!”
“I can’t wait!”
House hunting was…definitely more fun than Buck had imagined.
Fun aside, he was concerned with analyzing each house with extreme care, ensuring that at the end of the day he would have decided on the perfect option; the house that would be his daughter’s home, where she would grow up and be raised with all of the love that Buck had dreamed of receiving from his parents, where she would run around and have fun without worrying about being punished just for being a kid. And not just Bella; he also wanted a space where his friends would feel welcomed, a backyard with a good space for lunches and barbecues with the 118, a pool big enough for the kids to play in, and most of all, a place where Christopher would feel happy. t Buck could never choose a house without thinking about Chris and Eddie.
For a long time, Buck’s home had been them; no matter where they were, Buck felt at home whenever he was with Chris and Eddie.
Now, he wanted a place where Chris and Eddie would feel at home, would feel like they belonged. Because they did.
so Hen and Karen are saying their vows, how happy and lucky they are to have fallen in love with their best friend. starts showing all the guests as they talk and focuses mainly on Eddie, on him understanding that everything they are talking about is a perfect description of his relationship with Buck. He has the Oh moment and then he looks over to where Buck is sitting next to Chris, Buck is looking at him with the same expression. Then what?!?
Welcome to Beans ‘n Cream. The pride and joy of Evan “Buck” Buckley. A cozy little cafe in downtown Los Angeles, with a menu full of delicious options for all tastes, from the most traditional to the most demanding. Buck is sure to make sure everyone feels welcomed, especially pets - because Buck loves any pet almost as much as he loves children - So it shouldn’t be a surprise that when the most handsome man Buck had ever seen walks into his coffee shop, with an adorable kid and an extremely cute dog, that Buck would immediately fall in love. It doesn’t help that the handsome man has a sultry smile and a voice that’s been driving Buck insane.
Chim stops wiping the coffee table with the washcloth and straightens up. “What is it?”
“It’s Chris…” Buck doesn’t look at either of them. He walks over to the couch and sits down, his gaze transfixed in front of him. “He was so sleepy and I was tucking him into bed when he… he called me the D-word.”
Chimney chuckles at that. “Dumbass?”
“No.” Buck shakes his head slowly. He raises his head and makes eye contact for the first time since he’s come out of Christopher’s room. The expression on his face is bordering on terror. Was it an even worse curse word? It couldn’t possibly have been ‘douchebag,’ not with Chris. “It was, it was dad.”
“Huh,” Eddie says.
“Mmmmm.” Chim follows.
“Aaaah…” Buck sounds like he’s on the verge of a panic attack. Eddie should know.
Right, this conversation is off to a great start.
This was in my drafts for IDEK how long. I kept meaning to say thank you for the kindness, but I kept getting too emotional. But if you see this, I hope you know I’m ALWAYS grateful for every bit of kindness, and always amazed when anyone notices my fics, bothers to read them or remembers them, let alone recommends them to others! Thank you so much! I just… can’t explain how much this means to me. Just know that, to paraphrase Jane Austen, if it didn’t move me so much, I would have managed to find the words to thank you for this far sooner. Thank you again, hon! xoxox
Buck: Taylor, I–I should'a told you this last night. I didn’t because… I… You looked in pain before I even said anything.
Taylor: So tell me. Let me decide if I was right to feel hurt.
Buck: I made a mistake.
Taylor: *takes a breath* It was Eddie, wasn’t it?
Buck:Wha–no. Eddie wasn’t even there. We thought he bailed on us but turns out he was there, just didn’t join us.
Taylor: If not Eddie, who?
Buck: Why you bringin’ up Eddie, anyway?
Taylor: Are you really asking me that? Nevermind. Tell me what happened.
Buck: Tay–
Taylor: Don’t. Just tell me what happened, Buck.
Buck: A firefighter… She assisted us during a bomb threat, and she was cool, so we invited her out for drinks. We drank a lot, we talked, and then…
Taylor: Then?
Buck: She kissed me.
Taylor: How long did you kiss her for before you remembered you have a girlfriend?
Buck: *swallows* Long enough to feel guilty about it. I should'a backed off, told her I had you–Taylor, I’m so sorry.
Taylor: I believe you, Buck.
Buck: You do?
Taylor: Yes. I believe that you’re sorry you hurt me. I don’t believe you’re sorry for doing it.
Buck: …
Taylor: I’m gonna go. I need some time to think.
Buck: Wait–Taylor, please, it was just a stupid druken mistake–
Taylor: No, it wasn’t. It was you looking for a way out that didin’t involve you telling me outright that you weren’t in this from the beginning.
Buck: Taylor, that’s not true. I promise it won’t–
Taylor: Do something for me, Buck. Picture the same scenario, but this time think about Eddie waiting at home for you.
Buck: …
Taylor: Does it end the same way?
Buck: *looks at the floor* Taylor…
Taylor: No, you know what? It’s fine. I was sick of playing second fidel to him anyway. Do yourselves a favor and pull your heads out of your asses so that you stop hurting others in the process.
Buck: What am I afraid of?
Taylor: *closes eyes, inhales slowly, let’s it out* The same thing I presume he is.
Buck: *pleading*
Taylor: The risk of losing the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
