girls just wanna have fun

by freddiefakemanlover

Summary:

“Who?” Buck asks, turning to look over in the same direction as Hen lets out a low whistle.

Behind them in the locker room separated by the glass walls of the firehouse stands quite possibly one of the most beautiful women Hen has ever seen—second to her wife, of course. She has thick, dark hair tied up in a loose ponytail, brown doe eyes that complimented her slightly bronze skin, and a jawline that honest to god looked like it could kill.

She also happens to have a silver band on her left hand.

Buck and Chim, however, seemed much too caught up in her general aura to be looking at her hands. Not that Hen can really blame them.

“New recruit, Eddie Diaz,” Bobby’s voice rings out proudly as he walks over to where Buck and Chimney are still unabashedly staring. “She’s a military war vet—girl’s got a silver star.”

or, the lesbian buddie fic no one asked for.

Notes:

• For ssleepdeprivedauthor.

a lesbian buddie fic for MY lesbian buddy <33

this has been sitting in my drafts forever forgive me if its lwk ass <33

“Now that is a beautiful woman,” Chim’s voice rings out as he looks at someone over Buck’s shoulder, eyebrows flying high. Hen follows his gaze and—

 

Yeah, well. Damn.

 

Her, Chim, and Buck had been arguing about the logistics of having a hot firefighter calendar—Hen and Buck firmly standing on it being stupid (although for two very different reasons: Hen thought the concept was dumb and Buck thought the fact that only firemen could compete was dumb)—and Chim desperately trying to convince them that it was in fact worth the hype.

 

“Who?” Buck asks, turning to look over in the same direction as Hen lets out a low whistle.

 

Behind them in the locker room separated by the glass walls of the firehouse stands quite possibly one of the most beautiful women Hen has ever seen—second to her wife, of course. She has thick, dark hair tied up in a loose ponytail, brown doe eyes that complimented her slightly bronze skin, and a jawline that honest to god looked like it could kill.

 

She also happens to have a silver band on her left hand.

 

Buck and Chim, however, seemed much too caught up in her general aura to be looking at her hands. Not that Hen can really blame them.

 

“New recruit, Eddie Diaz,” Bobby’s voice rings out proudly as he walks over to where Buck and Chim are still unabashedly staring. “She’s a military war vet—girl’s got a silver star.”

 

Hen raises her eyebrows in appreciation. Gorgeous and a hero—of course, she was too young for her and Hen had no desire to look for anyone that wasn’t her lovely wife, but she could still appreciate the level of work it must’ve taken for her to get here. But judging by the wicked grin growing on Buck’s face, she seemed to have very different intentions.

 

“Oh, no you don’t, Buckley,” she reprimands, quickly grabbing Buck by the back of her uniform collar, who in turn squirms in protest. “You are not about to seduce a married woman.”

 

“What?” Buck asks, forced to look up at her from Hen’s still tight grip on the back of her shirt.

 

Hen rolls her eyes, letting go. “She has a ring on her finger,” she says in the same tone she uses on Denny when he’s misbehaving. “Which means you don’t get to try any funny business.”

 

Buck looks at her blankly before snorting. “Real funny, Hen.” She takes off towards the locker room eagerly, a much too enthusiastic Chimney on her heels. Hen groans.

 

“This kid…” she mutters, turning to face Bobby, “she is not helping with the ‘firefighters are homewreckers stereotype.”

 

He sighs, and Hen can see him trying—and failing—to hold back a smile.

 

She looks over to the locker room, where Buck had already dragged the probie into some conversation, which judging by the light flush creeping up her cheeks, no doubt included some classic Buck level flirting.

 

Well, as long as it remained light-hearted Hen supposes there wasn’t really a problem.

 

—

 

[CHAT: 118 but girl kisser exclusive]

 

Lucy

HAS ANYONE SEEN TBE NEW RECURIT

PLEASE TELL ME SHES FOR THE GIRLS

 

Hen

Girl she’s married 👎

 

Buck

boooooo

she is in fact for the girls !!

 

Hen

Home wrecker.

 

Buck

im not a home wrecker henrietta im twenty-six??

 

Lucy 

Since when was home wrecking age exclusive

 

Taylor

don’t question the Buckley logic

 

Buck

WHO LET YOU IN HERE??

UR NOT EVEN A FIREFIGHEYER??

( Read by All 12:36)

HELLO??

fake bitches smh 

 

[SYSTEM “Buck” added “Eddie”]

 

—

 

“So, Eddie, you have someone at home?”

 

As per usual 118 tradition, they were gathered around a booth down at the Club on Alvarado in an attempt to get to better know the new probie. Eddie had been working with them for nearly 2 weeks at this point, and she quickly grew on Hen and the rest of their shift. Despite that, Hen couldn’t help but feel that they knew very little about her life—not exactly like she was being secretive, but more that it never came up.

 

“Yeah, fiancée,” she says, raising her hand to show the piece of jewelry on her ring-finger. “We have a kid together—Christopher, he’s seven.”

 

“Oh my god, do you have a photo?” Hen asks, genuinely excited. She’s already thinking about all the playdates she could plan with Denny.

 

Eddie pulls out her phone, scrolling a bit before turning it around and showing Hen one of the cutest kids she’s ever seen (other than her Denny, of course). He has curly dark blond hair, a bright smile, and green crutches. His eyes are scrunched as he looks up at the camera, clearly caught mid-laughter.

 

“He’s adorable,” she coos from where she and Chim and leaned in to look at Eddie’s phone. 

 

“Who’s adorable?” Buck asks having returned from the bathroom, as she slides into the booth next to Eddie. They’re sitting really close—shoulders touching, practically molded into each other's sides.

 

“Chris,” Eddie responds with a fond smile on her face, turning the phone around so Buck can see the screen.

 

“Oh my god, I know right?” Buck exclaims. “You know, when I was taking that photo he kept insisting on, like, standing right infront of the sun for some reason—he made me retake it 20 times before he found the perfect position.”

 

Hen frowns. It wasn’t strange , per say that Buck had met Eddie’s son. The two had become fast friends over the past couple shifts, but the familiarity with which Buck spoke of Chris felt almost too…familial? Much closer to that of a parent than of a friend whose only known you’re kid for a couple weeks. 

 

She decides to move the conversation back to how Eddie’s very much taken, lest Buck try to pull a Buckley. Which, not that she thought her friend would participate in infidelity, but Buck certainly seemed a little too willing to put herself by Eddie’s side.

 

“You’re fiancee,” she asks, and Eddie looks up. “What’re they like?” The gender neutral pronoun there was intentional—Eddie was into girls, at least according to Buck, but she didn’t want to assume.

 

Buck raises an eyebrow towards Eddie, and they have what seems like a silent conversation over the span of a couple seconds. They seemed to have reached a consensus because Eddie turns back to face Hen. “She’s a first responder, too. We met a couple years ago, back when I was still in Texas and she’s like, literally it for me, you know?” There’s a soft smile taking over her face, and warm glint in her eyes that Hen recognizes from own face when she talks about Karen. “I took her home to meet Chris a month after we started dating and it just—it felt so right. I took one look at them and I just knew that I was going to marry this girl one day.”

 

Hen looks at Buck who—

 

Doesn't seem to be feeling any of what Hen expected her to feel. She expected disappointment, or something adjacent to that, but instead she has this soft look on her face, looking at Eddie like she hung the moon. She bumps her shoulder into Eddie’s. “She’s really not all that, y’know? I’m sure she’s way more lucky to have you.”

 

And Hen raises her eyebrow at that. So Buck’s met Eddie’s fiancee? That’s…interesting. Hen expects Eddie to…well, she’s not sure what exactly, but what she doesn't expect is what Eddie does respond with. 

 

Eddie laughs lightly, like the two of them were in on an inside joke and says, “I don’t know about that.”

 

What the fuck.

 

–

 

Hen is so fucking confused.

 

Like, she genuinely feels like she’s in some queer rom-com right now where Buck and Eddie are the two disaster sapphic mains, and everyone else is just there for comedic purposes. The two of them are literally inseparable. They drive in together, go home together, and as much as Hen wants to believe that they don't have something going on, she doesn’t miss the subtle touches and looks that pass between them when they think no one’s looking. 

 

Hen really didn’t want to assume the worst about two of her close friends, but there really was no other explanation: Buck and Eddie were having an affair—behind Eddie’s fiance's back.

 

And Hen had no idea what to do.

 

She should tell Eddie’s fiancee, right? That was the morally correct thing to do, but Hen’s never even met the women, and she has absolutely no tangible proof so that was kind of a loss cause. She supposes she could confront them, but then what? They could just deny it. Or she could be completely wrong.

 

She’s spiraling over a relationship that isn’t even her’s. Great.

 

Hen desperately needs to clear her brain so as she’s driving home after shift on a friday night, she decides that this weekend was going to be Buck and Eddie free. No thoughts on them, their relationship, or any potential infidelity.

 

Of course, that plan is ruined the second it’s made. Karen texts her that they’re out of milk and a couple other groceries, and Hen, being the wonderful wife she is, figures she’ll stop by the grocery store on her way home. She’s walking through the cereal aisle with her cart, trying to find the specific oat cereal that Karen’s obsessed with for some reason, when she hears two familiar voices. The store’s relatively empty, so it really isn’t hard to make out what they’re talking about.

 

“...we can’t get the strawberry, Maddie hates strawberry.”

 

Buck and Eddie are standing by the dairy section. 

 

Together. 

 

Eddie’s hands slung around Buck’s waist in a way that could in no world be considered platonic and they’re looking over the pints of ice-cream in front of them. Buck turns to look down at Eddie, pouting, and leans further into her. “Come on, I love that one! Are you insinuating that you love Maddie more than me?”

 

“Shut up,” Eddie says fondly, rolling her eyes. Buck continues pouting, stubbornly, and Eddie sighs, playfully. “Jesus, you’re like a child. Fine, we can get the strawberry one.”

 

Hen thinks she’s going to be sick.

 

Buck says something in response that makes Eddie laugh, but Hen doesn’t hear the rest of their conversation. This just confirms it. They’re out here, sneaking out around Eddie’s fiance's back, doing their domestic fucking grocery shopping together, and Hen cannot believe their audacity. Eddie has a kid, for god's sake. A whole-ass child, and yet she’s still sneaking behind the mother of her children. 

 

Judging by their conversations, it seems like Buck definitely knows Eddie’s fiancee—Maddie?—as well, which make’s the entire situation even more fucked up.

 

Hen still can’t find the fucking oat cereal.

 

-

 

Hen means to confront them at some point—she really does. It just never seems to be the right time though.

 

So on Friday, she decides it’s time. She’ll head over to Buck’s place, talk to her, and get this mess sorted out. And then she gets the call that Chimney’s been stabbed—because of course he has.

 

Athena gives her a rough overview of the situation over the phone, and then she’s rushing to the hospital to be by her best friend's side. She walking down the corridor when she runs into Buck, frantic and stressed. Her eyes are red-rimmed, face splotchy. Her curls are pulled up to a messy updo on the top her head, and there’s a smear of what looks like blood on the corner of her jaw. 

 

She looks like a complete mess, and Hen supposed that if she was the one to find her friend stabbed like that, she’d be too. She crosses the distance quickly, pulling her into a hug. “Is he—?”

 

“He’s alive,” Buck responds, face still pressed into Hen’s shoulder. She pulls back, exhaling. “He’s, uh, lost a lot of blood, but the doctors think he should be okay. But Maddie—“

 

Hen furrows her brows. “Maddie?”

 

Buck opens her mouth to respond, but she gets distracted as a voice behind Hen calls, “Ev?”

 

She looks over Hen’s shoulder, gaze softening as she spots the person. Hen turns to follow her gaze, eyes landing on a concerned looking Eddie. 

 

“What happened?” She asks, looking at Buck. “Is Maddie—?”

 

Buck’s face falls. “Doug. He—he found her. Stabbed Chim. She was missing when I got there.”

 

Hen’s confused, but she can tell by Eddie’s sharp inhale that the severity of whatever’s happening. 

 

“Oh, baby , I’m so sorry,” Eddie says, pulling Buck into her arms. There’s something about the gesture that’s so soft, so intimate that Hen almost feels like she’s intruding. 

 

“I shouldn’t have let her move out,” Buck breathes moving back. “ Fuck , she knew he’d come for her and I—”

 

Eddie furrows her brows, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, no. Don’t do that, okay? This wasn’t your fault, and you know that.”

 

Buck sighs, her head falling down against Eddie’s shoulder.

 

“Do they have any leads?” Eddie asks.

 

Buck mutters something about a phone and someone named Jason, before Hen decides to interject. “I’m sorry,” she asks gently, looking between the two of them as they break apart. “Who’s Maddie?”

 

Buck looks at her, startled as if she almost forgot Hen was here. “My sister?”

 

“You have a sister ?”

 

Hen listens, her mind a general tango of what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what fuck as Buck explains that—Maddie (his sister?) and Chimney where on a date (what the fuck) and that they think Maddie’s (ex?)husband kidnapped her, stabbing Chimney in the process. It’s a lot to process, and to say that Hen is confused would be an understatement—especially since, y’know, she kind of assumed this invisible Maddie was Eddie’s partner?

 

(Maybe there are two Maddie’s? Maybe she’s going crazy? What the fuck is wrong with her co-workers?)

 

-

 

She’s even more confused when they do find Maddie and the 4 of them end up crowded around Chimney’s hospital bed after he wakes up.

 

Hen sitting in the seat next to him, scrolling through a bakery website and wondering if a knife-shaped cafe would be a little too much. She’s not really focused on the whole BuckandEddie thing at this point—because, you know, her best friend just almost died and she's a grown-ass woman with some level of priorities.

 

“I can’t believe you almost died on me,” Buck says, lightheartedly, perched on the foot of Chimney’s hospital bed. “ Again .”

 

Maddie laughs, and Buck turns to point at her in faux scorn. “Don’t act like you didn't either.” It’s gentle though, and Hen can see the clear relief in Buck’s eyes when facing Maddie. 

 

Maddie smirks, raising an eyebrow. “And miss you two’s wedding? What type of maid-of-honor would I be?”

 

What.

 

What. 

 

What the fuck .

 

Hen swivels, looking between Buck, and then Eddie, and then Buck, and then Eddie again as it dawns on her. Besides her, Chimney gapes. “Wait,” she starts slowly. “You two—?”

 

Buck grins sheepishly, pulling out a necklace from the collar of her shirt, similar to the one on Eddie’s ring finger. “Surprise?”

 

“ You’re the mystery fiancée? Seriously?” 

 

Eddie laughs, pressing an arm around Buck. “Well, in our defense we thought it was kind of obvious.” She says, and Hen kind of wants to smack her forehead because she’s not exactly wrong.

 

Hen blinks. Chimney sputters. 

 

Maddie raises her brows, incredulously. “You two didn’t know ?” She asks, and Hen sort of feels like she’s lost her lesbian card carrying privileges or something. 

 

Hen shrugs. 

 

“Whoops?”

Notes:

this fic ended up in a totally different direction then i meant it to. but. whoops.
i kind of hate it but hope yall enjoyed <3