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Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley
@19:21
Buck: can you pick up some iced buns on your way back??
Buck: please and thank you :)
Eddie: Yeah sure👍
Eddie: What kind do you want? Pink? White? Yellow?
Buck: pink, obviously
Buck: anything else is a crime
Eddie: If you say so
Buck: i do
Eddie: Hm
Eddie: Did Chris get back yet? I told him to be home by 7
Buck: he's here
Buck: got back like half an hour ago
Eddie: Good👍
Eddie: See you soon💕
Buck: looking forward to it <3
Eddie: Your iced buns or me?
Buck: can't it be both?
Eddie: 🤷
Eddie: I suppose
Buck: 🥰
Christopher Diaz and Evan Buckley
@19:28
Buck: chris buddy, you almost home yet?
Buck: your dad will be back soon and i've already lied to him
Buck: you need to be home when he gets here for both our sakes😗
Chris: omw
Chris: i can see the house
Chris: i'm like really really almost there
Buck: alright
Buck: i believe you
Chris: 🙃
Buck: also i told dad to get some iced buns while he's out
Chris: no kidding?
Buck: completely serious :)
Chris: oml i'm hovering 🏡
Buck: ...just get back in one piece, please
Chris: 👍
Buck: oh god
Buck: not the THUMB, chris
Buck: this has eddie written all over it😒
Chris: like diaz like diaz
Buck: ?
Buck: do you mean "like father, like son"?
Chris: no
Chris: i said what i meant
Chris: also i forgot my key so you're gonna have to let me in when i get there
Buck: typical
Buck: door is unlocked
Chris: nice👍
Buck: ffs
GC: 118 Real Estate🚒
@09:54
Harry: ok real talk
Harry: what do i get my mom for her bday
Hen: That's your "real talk"?
Harry: yes?
Harry: she keeps telling me that she doesn't want anything but i can't just NOT get her anything😓
Buck: of course you can't!
Buck: buy her a book or perfume or like
Buck: a bag? :)
Chim: I asked Maddie and she suggested some sort of experience
Chim: A spa day or something💆🧖
Harry: ha!
Harry: yes!!😌
Harry: chim you're the best, buck your ideas suck big time
Chim: Maddie takes all the credit, I am only a messenger
Buck: i tried :(
Buck: hen didn't even contribute!!
Hen: I'm not giving away my gameplan😎
Eddie: There's a gameplan?
Hen: There's always a gameplan, Diaz
Hen: You would know that if you'd attended wine night last week😒
Ravi: ooh, chills...🥶
Eddie: I was busy
Hen: With?
Eddie: ...My husband?😀
Chim: Urgh!😖
Chim: Enough enough enough🤧
Hen: I'm gonna stop you right there...
Buck: 🤐
Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley
@10:10
Buck: do i tell them you were sick or just leave it as is
Eddie: Leave it
Eddie: It's funnier this way
Buck: see, this is why i married you
Eddie: And because of my arms?🫠
Buck: you know it, baby ;)
Eddie: 🕺
Eddie: There's no swooning woman emoji
Eddie: What the fuck
Eddie: Microsoft need to get on that immediately
Buck: ...eds
Eddie: 👍
Eddie: That's me
Buck: why are you using MICROSOFT EMOJIS??
Eddie: I like them better🙂
Buck: what.
Buck: you're clinically insane
Eddie: What??
Eddie: They're cute!
Eddie: And they're softer. Rounder😊
Eddie: The Apple ones look at me funny, they're threatening. Staring into my soul, drilling into my eyeballs + the works
Buck: i can't believe i married you
Eddie: You've seen my phone before!
Buck: i didn't notice!! :(
Eddie: Well then I don't see the issue!!
Buck: ffs
Eddie: 👎
For a long time, Eddie lived with the fear that he'd never get to treasure the little things. He didn't think a love like this was something in his future — something real, something anyone could have. Not meant for someone like him.
He was so very wrong.
Sat here in his kitchen at three o'clock in the morning with his bare legs pressed up against cold tile, Eddie has never been happier. He and Buck are sat on the floor cutting fancy oranges with knives they'd fished out of the dishwasher they'd forgotten to turn on that evening, and he wouldn't change a thing.
They do this sometimes. When one or both of them can't sleep.
Crack open a window, let the yellowish glow from the streetlamp outside flood the room. Sit on cold kitchen tiles because fuck it, they're in their thirties and they're married and they're renting a house together, so who's going to tell them what they can and can't do?
The slight chill keeps Eddie grounded and allows him to remain here, with Buck. Prevents him mistakenly wandering through the darkened passageways of his own mind.
So. They've got a chopping board on the floor and they're cutting oranges on it, and Eddie is as content as he's ever been.
Buck is getting orange juice absolutely everywhere.
It's running off the chopping board and onto the floor, settling in rivulets between the tiles. It's on his fingertips, on his hands and running down his wrists. Earlier Buck had accidentally squeezed a particularly plump fruit and the juice had squirted halfway across the room.
Eddie had laughed. He hadn't worried about the cleanup or about the house still smelling of oranges in three weeks time. To be frank, he doesn't give a shit. There are worse things in the world than a little juice.
Eddie would know. Eddie has been to war, he's watched his wife die and his kid grieve and the man he loves run full-pelt into danger more times than he can count.
It doesn't matter. None of that can touch him here.
"Eddie," Buck whispers. "There's juice literally everywhere. It's on my hand and my leg and my socks, and—shit, I think I might've got some on you too." He looks apologetic, as though Eddie isn't perfectly aware of the mess they're making. As if he isn't enjoying every second.
He laughs again now. Or—well, it's more of a giggle. Eddie is tired, okay? He doesn't have the energy left to control the sounds working their way up his throat, giddy and carefree. "I know. This is— God, this is so fucking stupid," he whispers back, voice almost reverent.
Buck's entire face softens, hand falling slack as he drops the knife. Then he's leaning over to kiss Eddie, a hand coming up to cradle his cheek, and it's messy and wet and Buck's hand is covered in juice and Eddie does not care.
He's just happy.
GC: 118 Real Estate🚒
@13:46
Chim: Buckley, Diaz
Chim: Why are you both so tired today? Is something going on? 🤔
Buck: haha
Buck: um
Eddie: We stayed up half the night cutting oranges🍊
Chim: What😟
Eddie: Yes, you read that right
Hen: Do you regret asking yet?
Chim: Yeah. I really do😐
Hen: I did warn you
Christopher Diaz and Eddie Diaz
@16:32
Chris: what were you and buck laughing at last night?
Chris: were you watching something without me??🙁
Eddie: We were cutting oranges🍊
Eddie: On the floor
Eddie: In the kitchen
Chris: what?
Chris: why?
Eddie: Couldn't tell you, mijo🙃
Eddie: Sometimes things just happen
Chris: right😐
Chris: is work fun?
Eddie: It's a slow day
Eddie: Just a crash and a fall so far
Eddie: No major casualties
Chris: nice👍
Eddie: Oh my god
Eddie: Buck was RIGHT
Chris: what
Eddie: The thumb is evil
Chris: 👍
Chris: hope it stays quiet
Christopher Diaz and Evan Buckley
@16:59
Buck: CHRIS
Buck: YOU SAID THE Q-WORD?? D:
Chris: i thought dad didn't believe in the q-word?
Buck: your dad might not, but the rest of us do!!
Chris: ...oops🤐
Chris: did it work?
Buck: YES IT WORKED
Buck: there's a building on fire
Buck: gotta dash
Chris: it really is a magic word, huh🤔
Buck: cursed.
Buck: the word you're looking for is cursed
It's been a long day. One of those that seems to drag on forever, where Buck's body decides it's giving up before the sun has even reached its peak.
Work was rough. Non-stop calls: stupid, menial things that take more time and energy than they're worth. It's part of the job, Buck knows — most of the time he doesn't mind it — but today he's dead on his feet and just about done with it all.
He wants to go home.
Fiddling with the strap of his duffel while he waits for Eddie to finish up, Buck lets himself lean back and do nothing for the first time all day.
It's nice. Simple. Uncomplicated, and nobody's life hangs in the balance. Quite often, Buck will just lay on the floor and stare up at nothing when he's feeling overwhelmed. Occasionally, Eddie or Chris will join him for a session. That's nice, too.
For obvious reasons, Buck can't lay on the floor here at the station, but this is almost as good.
"You ready to go?" Eddie asks, slinging his bag over one shoulder and grabbing the keys out of his back pocket.
"Yeah," Buck sighs wearily. "Looking forward to getting home and going to bed, if I'm honest."
Eddie nods sympathetically. "We'll be home soon. Quick shower, then we can crawl into bed together?"
"Doesn't Chris need picking up?"
Eddie blinks. Stops in his tracks, looking around as though his schedule will suddenly have been graffitied all over the the walls of the fire station. "Shit. Yeah, that's today."
"We'll be postponing our nap, then?"
Eddie hums. "Seems like it." He glances over at Buck. "I can go get him if you just wanna go straight home and get some rest. I don't mind," he offers.
"Nah." Buck shakes his head. "We'll go together."
Eddie smiles, knocking his shoulder into Buck's. "Alright. Whatever you want, Buck."
I want you, his brain supplies. Even now, after being married for half a year and together for a lot longer than that, the warm buzz beneath Buck's ribs and the fuzzy feeling in his stomach hasn't dissipated. If anything, it's only grown stronger the more time he's spent with Eddie.
There is truly nowhere he'd rather be.
GC: Wine Night Wednesday
@18:45
Hen: Who is going to be showing up today?
Hen: I'm looking at you, Diaz
Eddie: I'll be there👍
Karen: not going to stand us up again?
Eddie: Wouldn't dream of it
Karen: hm
Maddie: I'll be there!!
Maddie: Are we drinking red again?
Hen: Yep
Hen: Athena will be coming a little later, her shift is running late
Maddie: Yay Athena!😊
Karen: yay! <3
Eddie: Why does Athena get a free pass?
Hen: She has an important job to do
Eddie: So do I?!🙄
Maddie: Debatable
Eddie: Your brother and husband both do the same job
Maddie: Exactly.
Hen: That proves nothing
Eddie: So do you, Hen. I don't know why you're talking🤨
Hen: You were not on shift last week
Eddie: No, I picked up whatever illness Chris had a couple weeks ago
Eddie: It was not fun, I'll tell you that much😑
Karen: wait what
Karen: why didn't you just say something instead of standing us up?
Eddie: I would have
Eddie: But it just kind of slipped my mind
Maddie: 😕
Maddie: All is forgiven🫂
Hen: Hold on hold on
Hen: Not so fast!
Hen: Why did you tell us you were with Buck, then?
Eddie: Because he's my husband? We live in the same house?
Eddie: He's an absolute angel and was helping me out?🤗
Hen: ...Point taken
Hen: Anyway
Hen: We're drinking red, feel free to go crazy and bring a bottle or two with you🍷🍾
Maddie: How about three?
Karen: aghghhhh this is why we love you!! <3
Maddie: 🥰
Eddie Diaz and Evan Buckley
@07:37
Buck: rise and shine :)
Buck: ahem
Buck: GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE🌞
Eddie: GOOD MORNING BUCK😎
Buck: there he is :)
Buck: i love you <3
Eddie: Love you more💕
Buck: you do not wanna start this again
Eddie: Don't I?
Buck: no. you'll lose
Buck: what do you want for breakfast? eggs? bacon?
Eddie: Whatever you wanna make, bud
Eddie: I'm not bothered😗
Buck: you sure?
Eddie: Very
Eddie: I will steal a kiss, though😇
Buck: you'll have to catch me first ;)
Eddie: Oh that won't be a problem🥰
Buck: what does that mean
Buck: eddie
Buck: EDDIE NO
Buck: DO NOT!
Buck: YOU'LL WAKE CHRIS
Eddie: 👎
Buck: ffs
Buck: idiot