Eddie noticed it like this;
Sometimes, when Buck’s done a day too many times, he forgets that this day might be the real day, the one that continues on into the rest of his life. It’s exhausting dying and waking up just to go die again. And the thing was, when a death was to do with work, he knew he could just ask to be man behind, or not go into work, but - but who would he be condemning to die in his place if he didn’t go in and try to avoid it? Maybe no one, yes, but maybe someone.
Buck repeats days until he doesn't die in them, has an underdeveloped sense of self worth, and Eddie is the one who wants to step in with him.
-Told them about the research hole he’d fallen into about birthmarks, and how you could get generations of family with identical birthmarks.
“Is yours genetic?” Bobby asked, raising his eyebrow at Buck over the salami he was slicing. “Does it match one of your parents?”
Buck spoke through the slice of salami he’d snuck into his mouth. “Nah,” he said. “I’m the first.”
“Maybe your kids will have it,” Hen suggested. “If you end up having kids.”
“Poor kids,” Chim said, patted Buck on the back. “I can not imagine that was a kind birthmark to wear during school. Kids are mean.”
Buck tried to laugh it off. Was filled with the cold memory of his classmates teasing him. He’d managed to bluster his way into popularity as a teenager - once he’d shot up and became broad in all the right places. But before that?
“Maddie - my sister - she always said I looked cool,” he said in an attempt at bravado. “I think - I think - I was fine.”
Or - another dad!Buck fic because I always love writing baby fics. Eventual Buck/Eddie.
Fandoms: 9-1-1 (TV)
08 Sep 2022
“Evan, what do you need?”
“Tell me something good?”
Eddie frowned. “Something good?”
Evan sighed. “Yeah,” he said. “About anything.”
“Y’know,” he said. Shrugged again. “That last call? I kind of thought I’d have that by now.”
“What,” Eddie raised his eyebrows at him. “A roof collapsing on you?”
Buck grunted, elbowed Eddie. Lightly, because he did appreciate the humour in Eddie’s voice. “No,” he said. “Just - married.”
“What’re you doing here?” Buck whispered, sounding utterly confused, like it was Eddie that was the odd thing happening here.
“I live here,” Eddie pointed out. Was Buck running a fever? He lifted his hand to press against Buck’s forehead, still moving slowly so as to advertise his movements and not… startle Buck, who looked as likely as a feral kitten to hiss and back off. “What are you doing here?”
Buck looked up at him from under Eddie’s hand, still looking confused. His eyes were oddly bright, but his forehead wasn’t warm, so probably not a fever. “No,” he mumbled, “I m-mean - it’s late,” he said, shaking his head. Eddie pulled his hand away. “You should be asleep.”
He bit the bullet. “I guess it’s… Ronan.”
Blue said, “What’d he do now?”
Adam laughed for real this time. “Nothing. I mean. Not yet.”
Blue followed the movement of his hand and cocked her head, trying to read the spread of cards upside down. She spent a moment studying them. He held his breath, knowing what she would see there. Blue might not be psychic, but she’d grown up with this stuff—she probably knew the theory behind it better than he did. He felt strangely flayed open, knowing what she was looking at. He almost wished he’d picked them up before she could see, but it wouldn’t matter once he told her, anyway.
Blue said, “You two have been spending an awful lot of time together.”
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31 Mar 2021