#7x10 coda

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

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a different wip again, bc I'm trying to finish this one before I continue with all the others lol - so, a 7x10 bucktommy coda or whatever

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“I wanted to.” he just says, then sighs, burrowing his face further into Tommy’s neck, nuzzling against his skin. He feels like his boyfriend’s strong arms are the only thing holding him upright, and he thinks it’s not fair, because Tommy just got off a twenty four hour shift and is probably tired. But Buck needs this comforting, amazing hug to last just a couple minutes longer.

“Rough shift?” Tommy asks eventually, one hand still moving soothingly over Buck’s back, the other settling in his hair and massaging his scalp gently. Buck could fall asleep right here, while standing up.

“You have no idea.” Buck responds, and something in his tone must give away that something worse than a usual bad call or a busy shift is going on. He feels Tommy’s arms tighten around him, and would bet that there’s a concerned look in his eyes.

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Rather Be The Hunter Than The Prey (BuckTommy fic) - 7x10 coda

Author's note: Title comes from Natural by Imagine Dragons.

At first, he didn’t tell Tommy because it wasn’t something Buck could just say over the phone or text. A part of him had hoped that Chim would spill the beans and that it wouldn’t be up to Buck. Then again, Chim and Hen both had their own baggage when it came to their new Captain. Captain Gerrard was every bit of a tyrant, misogynist, racist, homophobe that Hen, Chim, and Tommy had painted him out to be. Maybe he was even worse. 

Bobby told them to tolerate it. He needed to clear the air with the Chief and it wouldn’t help to anger Gerrard. Grin and bear it. None of them liked the plan exactly, but Hen had a feeling that they would get targeted if they made a fuss. She was thinking about the councilwoman and had some kind of suspicion that she was involved in Gerrard’s return to the 118. They also couldn’t forget that the Chief had given them medals purely for the PR — though they were deserved. After all, they all knew that they had disobeyed orders and stolen a LAFD helicopter no matter what the outcome had been. 

Buck was losing count of how often he had to just hold his tongue. The comments, the sneers, the belittlement. It was worse than Buck could have expected it. Ravi seemed to get the worst of it. Extra cleaning and menial tasks on top of all the racist remarks. Forget trying to step up and help him, because Gerrard didn’t like that either. He didn’t like a lot of things, like his exact orders not being followed. Or anyone that dared to question any of his decisions. He even huffed about it when he did turn out to be wrong. 

After those first few shifts, Buck just didn’t say anything because he and Tommy had opposing schedules and what little time they had together couldn’t be spent discussing Gerrard. Buck wanted to kiss his boyfriend in peace and not think about the mess that was work. 

Then, when they did finally have time off together, Buck was so exhausted both physically and mentally that he wanted nothing more than to just be cuddled by his boyfriend. He excused it, because Tommy didn’t ask about work. 

Buck didn’t know how Tommy hadn’t heard. Maybe Air Operations got their gossip a bit late. 

They all wrote letters of complaint. Hen documented every instance of Gerrard’s movements. Any bad decision out on a call was written down. Every time he talked down to them and used a slur. Every time he bullied any of them. 

The weird part was when he tried to be friendly. He started with Eddie. Maybe because Eddie was white passing and because Eddie was straight. Eddie was surprisingly good at not rocking the boat, though Buck should have known that. Eddie never agreed with him, was stony faced whenever Gerrard tried to joke with him in a way that put down everyone else. A few times, Buck heard Eddie say something back, but he wasn’t in any place to fight anyone’s battles. 

Buck had to ball up his fists and press his nails into the palms of his hands as a reminder that this man did have power over him and also the ear of the Chief apparently. Bobby wasn’t getting anywhere no matter who he talked to. 

Buck didn’t know how Tommy found out. Maybe the gossip finally reached him, or Chim finally told him. Maybe Eddie mentioned it at basketball. 

It was right after Buck got home from a twenty four hour that had felt more like a forty eight. He hadn’t been there long, when a knock came. He opened the door to find Tommy there, looking a little exasperated. Buck couldn’t even remember making plans with him. 

“Why didn’t you say something?” Tommy asked. 

“About—”

“Evan,” Tommy said and he said it in that way of his that made his name mean more. 

“You’re talking about Gerrard,” Buck said and he hung his head. “I didn’t mean to not tell you.” 

Tommy sighed. He didn’t look upset as much as annoyed. Buck hated it. He motioned him inside. 

“He’s awful. More than awful. Despicable,” Buck said. 

“How did this even happen?” Tommy asked, gentler. 

Wordlessly, Buck went to his fridge and pulled out two beers. His usual choice and the ones he stocked up on just for Tommy. 

“Bobby was planning on retiring early. He quit before the fire. Changed his mind, but Gerrard had already talked his way into Bobby’s job. It doesn’t help that we had that audit from Internal Affairs and the Chief knows what really happened when we rescued Bobby and Athena. Hen thinks Councilwoman Ortiz is involved. It’s been awful.”

“Oh, Evan,” Tommy said. 

When he found himself in Tommy’s arms, Buck just deflated. He fell into him and knew his boyfriend would catch him and hold him. He may not be able to fix it, but he would certainly do his best to at least comfort Buck. 

“He just…he makes all kinds of comments and he’s changed practically everything. Bobby told us to just not let it get to us. Hen’s been documenting everything. Eddie’s depressed without Christopher. Chim is just about as done as I am. We’re surviving, but work kind of sucks right now.”

Tommy hugged him harder. 

“I’m still a little mad at you,” Tommy said, when he finally let him go. “You should have told me. I hate…I hate to think you were suffering and I didn’t know.” 

“I didn’t…I know what he did to you, Tommy. I didn’t want to bring any of that back.” 

Tommy gave him a look, but Buck had seen first hand how Gerrard still affected Tommy. He didn’t want to see that again, not after experiencing Gerrard for himself. 

“Messing with me is one thing. You…well that’s another,” Tommy said and he walked around the island. “Hen and Chim don’t deserve this either. I’m going to shake some trees, alright? The 118 got rid of him once, it can be done a second time. That man shouldn’t even be working for LAFD anymore.” 

“Bobby’s been trying from the moment we found out he was taking over,” Buck said. “We’ve all been complaining daily.”

Tommy made a humming noise. “Then that just means they have to see his behavior first hand. And not by the Chief.”

Buck was too tired for conspiring to get rid of his boss when he didn’t fully expect things to work. After getting called a fairy and weak, and after the day Gerrard said people like him were abominations, Buck was exhausted. 

“What are you going to do?” 

Tommy smiled at him, slid a hand to his cheek. “I have a few people to call up. Not tonight. Tonight, I take care of you.” 

“Tomorrow world domination?” Buck asked. 

Tommy leaned forward, pressing their lips together into a quick kiss, thumb rubbing gently on Buck’s cheek. 

“Tomorrow I call in some favors,” Tommy said when their kiss ended. “Right now, I’m calling for dinner.” 

Buck laughed. He kissed him again, drawing him in deeper. He was falling for him, falling deep. It wasn’t scary, which was maybe scary in and of itself. When they pulled apart, Tommy pointed upstairs. 

“Go get changed. I’ll order us a pizza. We can watch one of your documentaries.” 

Buck kissed him again. This time short, almost just a peck. He stared at Tommy for a beat too long before he turned to head upstairs. His boyfriend was amazing. Gorgeous. Kind. Understanding. 

Later, when they were cuddling on the couch, a pizza box on the coffee table and their beer bottles discarded empty next to the box, Buck thought that maybe it didn’t matter much about Gerrard, not when Buck had Tommy. He brought up one of Tommy’s hands so he could place a kiss on it. Tommy kissed his shoulder. Neither of them said a word, the silence filled instead with the narrator of the nature documentary they’d put on.

[hotshotsxyz]

7x10 coda. beware the spoilers

Three months pass, and Eddie still isn’t used to it. It’s too quiet at home, and too awful at work, and he still grabs two bowls every morning even though he’s the only one eating.

He thinks about quitting, again. Leaving behind Captain Asshole and following Christopher to Texas. He knows he can’t. He’d promised. Eddie clenches his fists and forces himself to finish buttoning his uniform.

He sends Christopher a text, the same one he sends every morning, then shuts his phone in his locker.

“Line up in five,” Gerrard bellows from the loft. “If you’re late, you’ll be scrubbing the rig with a toothbrush, no exceptions.”

Eddie stands mechanically and walks over to the bay.

Another day, another goddamn reason to bury himself in blankets and hide until the world ends.

Buck invites him over for dinner most nights, or offers to go home with him. Eddie says no more than he says yes, but Buck… Buck’s always known Eddie better than he knows himself. He doesn’t stop asking.

“C’mon Eddie, it’ll be fun—you, me and Tommy, we can come up with ways to drive Gerrard insane.”

Buck looks at him, soft and imploring, an expression Eddie rarely knows how to refuse. But despite everything that’s happened, Buck’s managed to carve out a small sliver of happiness, and Eddie doesn’t want to drag him down.

“You go ahead,” he says. “I’m picking up half a shift at  the 136 tomorrow. Need to get some sleep.”

It’s true and it’s not. He is picking up the shift, but he doubts he’ll sleep.

He goes back to therapy, but he never knows what to say. It was all—everything was in his head, last time. It’s not, now. It’s all real, and it all hurts, and no amount of talking about it makes it hurt any less. He says as much to Frank.

“Then why are you here?” Frank asks.

Eddie looks away. “I don’t know,” he says.

That’s not quite true either.

Kim calls him, and Marisol doesn’t. She leaves voicemail after voicemail, apologizing for that night. Eddie can never bring himself to answer the phone. Eventually, he blocks her number.

He texts his own apology to Marisol, but it never goes through. It’s probably for the best—he doubts the message would’ve made either of them feel better.

Eddie needs—he doesn’t know. Before, he would’ve said time. Now though, he’s got all the time in the world, and he’s desperate to get rid of it.

Buck calls. Eddie can’t answer him, either. He lets it ring out, then listens to the voicemail.

“Hey Eds, it’s me. I uh—just wanted to check in. It’s been a couple days. Call me when you can.”

Eddie tells himself he will, but he has no idea when that’ll be.

Christopher doesn’t text him, but he does text Buck.

Eddie never asks what he says, and Buck usually doesn’t offer to tell him.

“Just—he’s okay, right?”

Buck smiles, a little bit sad, and leans into Eddie’s space. “He’s okay,” he says. “He misses you, even if he’s not ready to tell you that.”

Tears streak down Eddie’s face before he even realizes he’s crying. Buck wipes one away and pulls him against his chest.

“What if he never comes home,” Eddie whispers into the soft material of Buck’s sweater.

“He will,” Buck replies. “He will.”

Good morning, Eddie texts on the one hundred and second day since Christopher left. I love you, and I hope you have a good day.

He drops his phone on the table and tries not to hope for a response. A second later, though, it dings. Eddie’s heart leaps into his throat as he scrambles to open the message.

Morning, Dad.

[mountedeverest]

7x10 Coda | BuckTommy date + Bobby call | T

Starts cute and then I rip your heart out 🙃😘 sorryyyyy

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“Not to be a U-Haul lesbian but if you keep cooking like that every time, I’m gonna have to ask you to move in.” Tommy said, bringing the glass of wine to his lips once more.

Buck almost choked on his own wine as he ducked his head and laughed nervously. “Don’t tempt me ‘cause I’ll say yes.”

Buck lifted his eyes to reach Tommy’s, half hopeful in spite of him. They both knew it would be too soon, but Buck’s emotional baggage and fear of abandonment still rang a clear ‘what if’ in his head. Though they may have been joking, Evan’s eyes betrayed him, as if to say ‘I’m serious. If you ask me now, I’ll say yes.’

“Interesting.” Tommy answered, gaze lingering. His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth curled upwards slowly, tightly from atop his wine glass, a shield between them. His eyes said something as well, ‘Not now, but soon.’

The air now hung heavy, promise being held back by the fear of spooking the other, overshadowed by immense desire and suffocating devotion. Buck was so giddy he could burst.

“Be-besides, many lasagnas were sacrificed for this skill. The cooking, I mean.”

“Aaah so that was the smell here the other night.” Tommy laughed. His nose scrunched up and Buck could melt. Just like that, the tension was gone. Buck squirmed in his seat all the same, like his skin was too tight, except he loved it. With Tommy, Buck felt exposed in the best way, like every nerve was a string on an instrument, every touch a new note in a new melody. It made him feel so alive.

They ate, and they talked, kicked their feet under the table. Fingers lingered upon fingers, pinkies touching in a whisper of a touch only to momentarily satisfy the itch of being apart. Their chairs pulled closer as they leaned in further in their conversation, and their wine glasses emptied and filled up, and emptied and filled up. Every moment they inched closer without noticing, knuckles now brushing against the side of a thigh, or fingers idly tracing up a forearm.

Soon, they were so close they could feel each other’s air. Buck broke first, a small satisfied groan escaping him when he finally closed the distance between Tommy and him.

It wasn’t long before Tommy pulled Buck into his lap, the chair wincing slightly in protest. Hands soon found purchase everywhere they could: hair, neck, shoulder blade, ass cheek. Dirty dinner plates and near empty wine glasses were now abandoned for desert. Perfectly sweet and with just enough bite, Tommy tasted exquisite.

Things heated up fast, becoming sloppy and needy and everything Buck needed to be right now. He felt the burning shape of Tommy’s massive hands under his shirt, dipping into the back of his pants, gripping at hard flesh. Every slight rock of their bodies together punched little gasps out of Buck, like he’d forgotten how to breathe properly.

“I can’t fuck you in this chair.” Tommy grunted between two biting kisses, sounding lost. His eyes were swimming in Buck’s, pupils blown wide.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s go up to my bed.” Buck dove in for another deep kiss, tongue rolling and swirling against Tommy’s own, and then another, and another. They were unable to tear away from each other, even as they made their way to the stairs and up the loft. They’d reached the top when Buck’s phone started to ring from where he’d left it on the kitchen island.

They let it ring until it stopped, hands going to buttons and belts. Then, Tommy’s phone started ringing, which gave them pause for the first time that night.

“Whoever’s trying to reach you seems adamant. I better answer.”

Reluctantly, Buck let Tommy trot back down the stairs to pick up his offending phone.

“Go for Kinard.”

Buck made his way down the stairs and plastered himself softly behind Tommy, hugging him loosely as his fingers toyed with the hem of Tommy’s shirt.

“Okay. Yeah. Which one?” Tommy placed his free hand on top of Buck’s, soothing and stopping him at the same time. “Okay. We’re on our way.”

Buck froze then. Something was wrong. Tommy sighed and hung his head. From the back, Buck couldn’t see his expression, but he felt the tensing in his back, like hackles raising.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“That was Hen. Bobby… something happened, he and Athena are in the hospital. She’s fine but Bobby, it’s… it’s not good.”

If Buck were made of glass, there would be a very apparent crack going through him head to toe right about now. Gears started turning in his head, but with absolutely no coordination. Usually in a crisis, he could tell the order of things, which questions to ask and when. Now, he felt like a mess of Christmas lights, unable to see the beginning or the end of the cable for the tangle in between.

“Hey, hey hey stay with me Evan, don’t go there yet.” Tommy took hold of Buck’s shoulder, searching for his gaze in eyes that now stared at nothing. “I’m taking you to the hospital, I’m driving. I’ll grab you a coat, just put your shoes on I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Tommy?”

Tommy stopped, looked back eyes wide at his boyfriend. Buck looked so small, his eyes rimmed red and threatening to spill with tears.

“Bobby’s not just my captain, y’know?” Buck’s voice sounded strangled, like wrestled from deep within. “He’s pretty much my dad, I-I can’t lose him.” He looked so scared.

Tommy’s eyes softened and filled with sadness as he grabbed Buck into a big hug, squeezing him tight and bringing Buck’s face into his chest.

“You won’t, baby. You won’t.” Tommy murmured softly as he held Buck, promising that also to himself, hoping that luck once again favoured them tonight and that Bobby would be okay, that Buck would be okay.

[fiona-fififi]

Quiet

Rating: G

Fandom: 9-1-1 

Pairing: (pre-relationship) Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Summary: Christopher leaves, and everything is endless quiet.

Notes: angst with a hopeful ending, hurt/comfort, 911 spoilers, canon compliant to 7x10, episode coda, Buckley Diaz family, pre-relationship buddie

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It's late when his phone rings. The screen displaying Eddie's name and a photo of a smile Buck feels like he barely remembers.

A desperate pain squeezes at his chest, and Buck thinks he might die for the return of that smile, even though he knows he'll never be able to bring it back on his own.

He answers. Stays quiet for long moments. Then, “Eddie?" he murmurs, and it's a careful plea. One full of misguided hope that it might be something good for once. Knows that’s wishful thinking.

Eddie doesn't answer. Long moments pass with nothing but the sound of his breathing to keep Buck company in the cold of his empty bed.

“It's quiet.”

Eddie's voice finally breaks the silence. It's barely a whisper, but it's broken in ways that slice open every old wound Buck had thought was beginning to heal, and suddenly he's flashing back to Christopher’s cries for help and to the ruined walls of Eddie's bedroom and to the way he'd thought, for too many fearful moments, that he'd find a body instead of the broken gaze of his best friend.

“Eddie?” He asks, a careful, quiet thing of his own. All his vulnerability betraying him as he begs for Eddie to be okay, even when he knows better.

“It's quiet like—like the middle of the night, when he's fast asleep. Except—” Buck hears the break in Eddie's voice, the way the pain he'd been trying to hold back had flooded all at once, leaving his voice so choked it's near unrecognizable, “—except he's just not here.”

Buck swallows hard against the emotion that threatens to spill over in his own voice, tosses the blankets off himself and finds his feet in one smooth motion he's not sure how he manages with the shake of his hands. “Eddie, I'm coming over,” he chokes out with the kind of conviction only Buck can manage through the tears that threaten.

“No,” Eddie begs on the other end of the line. And it's a harsh and broken thing—wet with tears but hard with anger Eddie's trying to use to mask it. “No. I told you, I don't want you here."

Buck has to bite his lip to keep the whimper of pain from dripping out around his own conviction. Holds his breath until it clears and then hangs up the phone without another word. It feels cruel, to cut Eddie off like that, but he won't argue. 

He'll break down the goddamn door again if he has to.

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The moment he's in the car, he finds himself taking a deep breath, hands gripping too tight to the wheel as he debates his next move.

He knows he should go. Or maybe stay.

But either way, he knows he needs to make a decision and he knows that decision will always be to go to Eddie.

But there's one more thing he needs to try before he can.

He's calling Christopher before he's even processed the thought. It's late, and he shouldn't, but the line is ringing before he can manage to stop himself, and then Christopher's picking up, sounding somewhere between groggy and irritated, and Buck knows he shouldn't have called. Still can't bring himself to regret it.

“Is everyone alive?” Christopher asks first, through a yawn, and he's trying to hide it, but Buck can hear the legitimate worry there, and a pang of guilt hits him as he cringes in response.

“Yeah! Yeah, bud, of course everyone's alive,” he promises, all false cheer and forced smiles he hopes makes his tone sound just a little more convincing.

Christopher sighs, and Buck can hear him shuffling around a bit. Thinks maybe he's sitting up for what he's worried is going to be an argument. “Then why are you calling, Buck?”

And, okay, that tone cuts deeper than anything Buck's heard from Christopher in the past. He finds himself fiddling idly with his car keys, trying to keep his hands busy as he tries to choose his next words carefully.

He's quiet so long, Christopher has to reset him with an irritated “Buck.”

“Right, uh,” Buck begins, squeezing his eyes shut and scrubbing a hand over his face. “Buddy, your dad's not doing well.”

“No."

“Christopher,” Buck pleads, voice betraying all his frustration and pain because he understands, he does—he knows why Chris is angry and why he's not ready to talk. But he also knows how much Eddie is hurting and how little of it had actually been Eddie's fault. And it doesn't change the hurt it caused, but Buck needs Christopher and Eddie to be okay, and right now, he's not sure Eddie's going to be. “Look, I know you don't want to talk to him. And I know it's unfair of me to ask. But Christopher, he needs to at least hear from you. Just. you don't even have to call. Just—just text him. Tell him you love him.”

“Buck—"

“Please, Chris.” 

Christopher's silent for long moments. They stretch through the darkness. So long Buck thinks he's hung up the phone. In the end, though, a tiny voice breaks the silence—one full of a softness Buck hasn't heard in far too long. “Are you with him?”

Buck sucks in a shaky breath. Guilt flooding him at the question. “I'm going to him now.”

Buck thinks he hears Christopher breathe a sigh of relief. “Okay,” he says, sure in a way Buck knows neither of them feel. “Stay with him?”

Buck swallows hard. Fights back the tears. “Until you come home,” he promises.

And he means every word.

It's quiet for long moments again. Buck swears he can hear Christopher thinking. “I do still love him, you know,” Christopher promises. And there's that guilt that just keeps circling between the three of them.

Buck feels a sad smile tilt his lips. “I know you do, Chris. He knows, too. But I think he needs to hear it right now. From you.”

Quiet again. Buck thinks for a moment he's pushed too hard.

“I gotta go,” Christopher says, then. Sad, but sure, and Buck feels like his heart has been crushed. “Bye, Buck.”

“Bye, bud,” Buck chokes out. He thinks Christopher's already gone before he says it.

Tears cling to the corners of his eyes as he wills himself not to let them fall. Doesn't want to put anymore hurt on Eddie when he gets there. Tries to prepare himself for all the pain he knows he'll always take on to support the weight of Eddie's own because he knows he can't add to it now.

So with a heavy heart and a little extra hurt, Buck turns the key in the Jeep's ignition, buckles himself in, and wipes harshly at the tears blurring his eyes. 

Eddie needs him, and he won't wait another moment.

Before he can go, though, his phone dings with a text message, and when he checks it, it's Christopher. 

Tell dad I love him.

When Buck sees it, a harsh breath of relief catches in his throat, and a couple of stray tears manage to sneak out the corners of his eyes as he huffs a laugh devoid of any real humor.

Still, there's relief there. A huge, heavy weight lifting just the slightest as he snaps a screenshot and sends it to Eddie with a message that reads I'll be home in 20. Leave the door unlocked.  

And then he waits.

Stares at the phone in his hand, even when he knows he should already be on his way. But he doesn't have to wait long.

It's only seconds before the word okay comes through, bright as daylight. An invitation and a surrender Buck won't take for granted.

Instead, he swallows the sob that threatens to choke him and points himself in the direction of home.

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[disasterbuck]

5 times Buck didn't break

7x10 coda

When Bobby didn't text him back that morning, Buck didn't think much of it. It had been a while since the lightning strike and he was a lot more settled in his own skin again; he didn't need quite as much reassurance from his checklist to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

And then Eddie called him, sounding panicked and stressed, and all other thoughts fled from Buck's mind as he rushed over to help his best friend.

When he got the call at Eddie's house that Bobby was in the hospital, his mind was still too full of everything Eddie had just told him to really comprehend the news. He switched over to first responder mode, gently interrupting Eddie's conversation with his parents to tell him they needed to go.

Standing in the hospital with his true family, staring at where Bobby was hooked up to a ventilator, Buck felt himself begin to crack. A ringing started up in his ears, silencing everything, and a tightness began squeezing his heart painfully. He couldn't lose Bobby. He just couldn't. He felt his fingers start to tingle and knew they were a warning sign, but he couldn't —

Then the others were talking again, and he forced himself to snap out of it so that he could listen to what was going on. He forced himself to focus on the mystery of who had set the fire, allowing it to distract him and bring his body back under control.

He held himself together the whole day. Before he knew it he was letting out a quiet sigh of relief as Bobby smiled up at him sleepily, and then he was stepping back to let Athena through, and everything was going to be okay so he didn't need to worry anymore.

When Tommy asked how he was on their date that night, he shied away from telling the whole truth. So he only told some of it, just touching the edges of his fear and his love for Bobby, and then allowed Tommy to steer the conversation onto solid ground again – flirting was much safer than admitting he'd almost had a panic attack.

And then Chris was leaving, going with his grandparents to stay in Texas for a while because he was angry at Eddie and Buck had failed to talk him round.

Buck had failed, and all he could do was put a hand on Eddie's shoulder and hold himself together so that if Eddie needed him, he could be there. He could be Eddie's rock. He needed to be Eddie's rock.

There simply wasn't time for him to think about anything else.

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[ravens-words]

Coming Home

“Eddie.” Buck’s hand on his shoulder is a comfort. It’s also the only thing holding him together. 7x10 Coda and fix it.

“Eddie.”

Buck’s hand on his shoulder is a comfort. 

It’s also the only thing holding him together. 

His best friend hasn’t said a word for a while now, and they’ve been standing here for- well, Eddie wasn’t sure how long they’ve been standing here. If he moves, if he looks at Buck and sees the devastation he’s feeling mirrored in those blue eyes, Eddie is sure he’ll shatter, and nothing will put him back together except having Christopher back in his arms. 

“Eddie,” Buck says, softer now. 

Just one more second, he thinks desperately. He’s deluding himself into believing Christopher will change his mind; that in five minutes, the door will open and his son will be walking through it. 

“Eddie, look at me.”

He shakes his head, doesn’t so much as blink. “Not yet.”

The grip on his shoulder tightens for a second, then, before he can understand what’s happening, he’s being turned around and pulled into Buck’s arms. 

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[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy Finale Friday everyone! Back again with another round of the fic I've been reading this week. You can find previous rec lists here.

A reminder I'm putting my fingers in my ears and ignoring discourse here for all buddie/bucktommy/buddietommy configurations, though these last two weeks I've been pretty down bad in my messy and hurting Eddie Diaz feels and it's manifested in the form of pining fics.

I'm always on the lookout for more henren fic to read, so please send recs my way!

31 May 2024

7x10 coda by @ghosthunterbuck was the Eddie pov fic that was exactly what I needed to read after the finale. Obviously spoilery for the episode so I'm not going to go too into detail here as to the what, but for the why - I think it perfectly captures Eddie's head space going forward, his emotional journey, canon compliant relationships, and the family dynamics at play. The last line got me good.

i love you like a dog with a bird at your door (and sequel) by @shitouttabuck (and this gorgeous fanart by @midbam too) absolutely stole my heart. A slowburn buddie fic, set post-season six. In which Buck reflects on his childhood in how he demonstrates and feels love with dogged devotion, and his love for the Diaz family. Through the ups and downs of life together at work and at home, and with some A+ 'moving in to take care of each other' vibes. I just loved getting swept away in the sweetness of this fic, it really warmed my heart. PLUS just...incredible deft, light handed and excellent use of metaphor that encapsulates Buck so so well.

love on the brain by @lizzybizzyzzz yes yessssss sexy henren fic!!! In which Karen oh so casually asks if Hen's going to pose for the firefighter calendar, Hen bluescreens for a bit, but then ropes in Athena to help out with a surprise. Set pre-6x06 (and the follow up delves into it and takes an angstier turn), this was just delightfully fun and I loved Hen stepping a little out of her comfort zone to show off for her wife. Those poses *fans self* where do I get me a Hen calendar?

meditating on your lips by @coldbam look I can't possibly summarise this one better than the actual summary. Buck comes out, and Eddie has some interesting dreams:

“I take it the date went well then? Cleared some things up for you.”

“You can say that again, Hen. Not only am I now a proud bisexual man, it turns out I’m excellent at sucking dick!”

Eddie chokes on his coffee.

No notes. (And then I proceeded to read all of coldbam's backlist and had a DELIGHTFUL TIME. Gardening fic! Phone sex! Athena/Eddie friendship. Pining!!!!! What fun!)

I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I See by @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels is from a few years back and was my favouritist of tropes, Buddie secretly writing to each other anonymous penpals, simultaneously falling in love, but all threaded through on the concept that they never clicked as work besties as they did in the show. I loved the balance of canon and reinterpreting the series through this lens. Deeply sweet and romantic and fun, and also heartwrenching.

drive you into a corner (and kiss you without a sound) by @hauntsorchards in which Eddie joins the 118 and can't seem to stop kissing Buck when he does something heroic, delightful or goofy. But it doesn't mean anything, right? In which the entire firehouse deserves a raise for putting up with them.

looking for an ocean breeze/so i can fill my mind with ease by newtkelly was the bucktommy fic ALL over my dash earlier this week and for good reason. Look I love a pun based fic prompt, and “Can I top you off?” was the perfect wedding scene one. It captured Tommy's sardonic humour so well, as well as exploring some of Buck's potential hang ups. And also now we know what we know...works very well on a kink exploration level. A sexy and fun 7x06 coda.

be you in time (it's easy) by @mycenaae my favourite fic exploring Tommy's reaction to seeing Captain Gerrard on the guestlist as a post 7x09 coda. Excellent bucktommy dynamics, as well as my very favourite thing...the Tommy and Hen and Chim groupchat. Please let this become a thing show, because it's perfect.

don't just stand there by @smallandalmosthonest AND FINALLY my favourite buddietommy WIP posted it's final chapter this week. Here's my summary from before: In which Eddie interruptus and Buck is maybe kinda sorta okay with that actually. A+ accidental exhibitionism kink discovery, with fantastic dialogue characterisation and just really really fun established bucktommy and buddie dynamics all wrapped into one. The final chapter is chefs kiss on flipping the narrative perspective and tying everything (and everyone) together!

Happy hiatus - treat each other kindly, and bang it out in fic form if you have to! If you need me I'll be over here revelling in Eddie going through it fic (oh Eddie indeed.)

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday thursday

tagged by @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @hoodie-buck @weewootruck thank you 💖 tagging y'all back for friday lol

(I was so sure it's still Wednesday and only checked after I prepared the post so fuck it, posting it now lol)

don't look at me, I started another bucktommy wip 🙈 istg these two inspire me like no other ship ever has lmao the problem is i can't finish anything bc I constantly have new ideas

this one is inspired by mgk's song "twin flame" bc it was stuck in my head and it makes me think about the invisible string theory, and I'm a little insane about them clearly haha - I have most of the dialogue outlined so now I just gotta write the fic around it and hopefully it'll be done soon and I can get back to all the other ones lol I feel like for each writing game i post a snippet of something totally different 🙈

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He’s so focused on admiring every little feature of his boyfriend’s face, thinking about how much he loves him and wants to spend forever with him, he startles when suddenly Tommy turns his head, his blue eyes on Buck now, smiling softly.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, a hint of concern audible.

“Yeah.” Buck smiles, his hand on Tommy’s chest tracing small patterns on his pec over the fabric of his t-shirt. “All good.”

“You sure? I’ve felt you stare at me for like ten minutes straight.” Tommy raises an eyebrow.

“Can’t I admire my hot pilot boyfriend for a minute?” Buck answers and adores the blush on Tommy’s cheeks, the sound of his laughter filling him with warmth and affection

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no pressure tags for friday!: @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @diazpatcher @monsterrae1 @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @bucks-daddy-issues @rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie @daffi-990 @aroeddiediaz @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @underwaterninja13 @hippolotamus @your-catfish-friend @dangerpronebuddie @loveyouanyway @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @kinard-buckley @evansboyfriend @bucked-it-up

[inawickedlittletown]

More Than Patience - BuckTommy 7x10 coda

“You okay?” 

“You’ve asked me that a lot this week,” Evan said, but he looked like he’d needed Tommy to ask it yet again. 

Tommy raised an eyebrow at him. After all, Tommy knew where he was coming from and what he’d likely had to deal with there. 

“Chris, uh, h-he went to Texas with Eddie’s parents,” Evan said. “He didn’t even want to look at Eddie.” 

“Can you blame him?” Tommy asked and he followed Evan further into the loft. 

Evan let out a sigh. “No. I think even Eddie gets it.”

“But it’s hard,” Tommy said. 

Evan rounded the island in his kitchen and went for a glass of water. 

“I just still can’t believe it,” Evan said. 

Tommy had gotten the full story mere days earlier. It was wild, like something out of a telenovela where doppelgangers existed. He figured this actually proved that they existed in the real world too. 

Eddie had made his choices, though, and as hard as it was to understand what he was thinking, there was no denying that his problem was not dealing with his grief. There were consequences and the worst of it was that Chris was the one hurt and he was protecting himself even if it meant leaving. 

“I don’t think anyone can. Not even him,” Tommy said. 

Evan snorted. “Yeah. I just hope this doesn’t last long,” Evan said. “I think they both need space, but it was so hard to see Eddie afterwards.” 

“I bet,” Tommy said. 

Evan groaned. “You’re so patient, you know?”

“Patient?” Tommy asked. 

Evan dropped his glass off in his sink. “I was late the other night. Then I ran off to Eddie’s the morning we were supposed to have breakfast together. I was busy most of today dealing with all of this when we had plans. I just…you’re still here.” 

Tommy walked around the island, took Evan by the shoulders. “Evan,” he said, “you don’t have to apologize. Or explain. I know how close you and Eddie are. Bobby was in the hospital. None of this was in your control.”

“Oh,” Evan said. 

Tommy let his hands drift down Evan’s shoulders over his hands to circle his wrists and then take his hands, pulling him closer. 

“You have a family. The 118, they are your family. You said it yourself, Bobby is practically your father. Eddie created a mess for himself and of course he called you to help.” 

“Not sure I did much,” Evan said. 

“Evan,” Tommy said, just a touch of reprimand in his voice. “You were there. That’s all anyone needs sometimes. And maybe it meant our time together was cut short, but I don’t want to be the reason you can’t be there for them.” 

Evan let go of his hands, arms wrapping around Tommy’s middle, head burrowing into Tommy’s neck and Tommy could only hold him, bury his hand in Evan’s hair and breathe him in. 

[gyraethere]

bucktommyweek day 1: date night

give me something fun (so i can tell that you're the one) (758 words) by gyraether Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard Additional Tags: Date Night, Daddy Kink, Mostly Dialogue, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard, 7x10 coda I GUESS, No Sex Summary: A conversation, diverted.

@bucktommyweek read on ao3, or under the cut

"Could crack open a bottle of red, use up some leftovers?" asks Buck. "Or takeout. I know it's not much but, I just want to see you tonight."

"Of course," says Tommy, like it's a given—and with Tommy, it kind of is. "You want me to pick you up from the hospital, let Eddie drive your jeep back?"

"Yeah," says Buck, and already the pressure weighing down his chest is easing. He likes a solid plan, and when that solid plan means he doesn’t have to drive to Eddie’s then his after ten hours at the hospital, that’s a bonus. “Can you bring dessert, please?”

“How ‘bout I set off now, hm, and we can pick up ingredients on the way back?”

Buck hums. It’s been a long day, and all Buck really wants to do right now is collapse onto his couch and watch mindless TV, but Tommy baking’s almost as good a show as Tommy cooking, and there aren’t ad breaks every 5 minutes. For the price of a grocery story detour and weighing out some ingredients, Buck’ll take it. If—“Brownies, and you got a deal.”

“You got it,” says Tommy, and hangs up.

·

And when the brownies are in the oven, dinner starts—you know how dinner starts, already. Buck brings up daddy issues, Tommy responds, and—

"God, I hope so," says Tommy, a growl to it so deep it rumbles in Buck's chest.

Tommy's smirking, holding eye contact, and Buck is helpless against the grin that spread on his face. "Didn't know you were into that," he says, "Daddy."

And Tommy grins too, then, throwing his head back in a laugh. "That's not what I meant and you know it," he says, but when his eyes meet Bucks' again, they're just as dilated as his own.

"But we could give it a shot," says Buck, and now Tommy's the one squirming in his seat. Buck feels the rush of power run through him, but it's undercut by a little anxiety, too. So, with a bracing breath, takes Tommy's hand in his own. "You gonna take me to bed tonight, Daddy?"

And the way Tommy groans at that, pulls them both up and crowds Buck against the island—yeah, Tommy liked that, more than he wanted to let on.

"Brat," says Tommy, pecking his lips hard, then drawing back before Buck’s mind catches up to respond. "Baby boy, you're gonna be the death of me."

"No way," says Buck. "You’re not even fifty yet, old man. And you’re way too hot to die.”

“You know what they say about flattery,” Tommy responds, and Buck tilts his head back with a pleased hum, enjoying the graze of teeth against his trachea.

“I have no idea what you mean. Can I fuck your tits? After dessert, I mean. The thought of your brownies has been sustaining me half the day.”

Tommy draws back, and even though he’d been expecting it Buck can’t help but grumble. His dick’s straining against the zipper of his slacks, and it’s already feeling a little damp and sticky. Without Tommy pressed against him, the breeze of his AC feels cold.

“You’re a tease,” Tommy grumbles, and as he turns around, Buck’s eyes are drawn to his crotch like a moth to light—catches a glimpse of a bulge far more prominent than earlier (not to say it wasn’t prominent then) before Tommy’s hip is in the way—and then Buck’s eyes are following the flex of his ass. Not to be objectifying, but those jeans really do show off Tommy’s best assets. He does catch himself before he licks his lips, though. Even if Tommy didn’t see, he’d know he did it, and that’s just kind of embarrassing.

By some stroke of luck, the timer for the brownies pings right then, and if Buck has to swallow the saliva suddenly flooding his mouth, no he didn’t. Tommy bends at the waist rather than crouching to take them out, and oh boy is that a visual Buck could sear into his brain. Maybe in the morning Tommy could—shut up, brain.

“I’m not waiting for those to cool,” he says. “If you don’t cut it, I’ll eat it straight out the pan, just try me.”

Tommy, smart man that he is, cuts two decent squares and deposits them on plates with a scoop of ice cream. “Satisfied?” he asks, teasingly, but Buck’s already grabbed one, and is too busy chewing a gooey hot and cold mouthful to answer. (Yeah, he is.)

[diazfightclub]

everything rots in the sun (i don't wanna be someone)

7x10 coda // pre-buddie, minor-bucktommy // T // 5.8k

i spent way too long on this, but it's finally done! my coda for the finale where i give eddie the breakdown i feel like he deserves!! here's the first ~1.6k words

Eddie watches Christopher leave and it feels like the world ends. 

It’s not the first time he’s had the thought; the world felt like it was ending when he was dying in Afghanistan, and then again as he watched Shannon die in the back of an ambulance with Chimney, and then again when he was sniped in broad daylight in the middle of a Los Angeles street.

His world ended in the moment Buck confessed to him, devastated and grief-stricken, that he had lost Christopher in the tsunami. The world restarted seven seconds later when Chris called out to him, safe.

Now, though, he watches Christopher leave of his own accord. He’s packed his own bag, called his own ride, made his own plans to leave Eddie behind, and Eddie’s world ends with the soft click of a door being shut.

The door closes, and Eddie is left alone with Buck. 

It starts in his fingers, the numbness. He’s distantly aware that his hands are still fisted by his side where he left them — he had wanted to reach for Chris as he left, but Chris wouldn’t have wanted that, so Eddie had stopped, kept his hands to himself, had held them tightly against his own body, hands clenched. 

He can’t feel them now. He tries to make a tighter fist, but the sting from his fingernails in his palms is gone. The whole of his limbs, from fingertips shoulders, toes to hips — everything is senseless, like his body has gone to sleep without his permission. 

The house is too quiet.

He’s not sure how he’s still standing, if he’s being honest. He can’t feel his legs, but he knows they're working, because he’s still upright, somehow. They’re not even shaking. 

He stands there, and Eddie — just… exists.

It’s a new kind of breakdown, not the fast-paced, red-hot impulsivity that used to overwhelm him and cause him to put his fists to whatever or whoever he could get his hands on. He doesn’t feel like yelling or breaking things, right now.

He doesn’t feel like doing much of anything at all. 

It’s like he collapses inwards. Everything slows down, like an old music box with a dying battery, the song slow and haunted and out of tune, the dancer moving stilted and janky before stuttering to a complete stop. 

The only thing he feels at all is Buck’s grounding hand on his shoulder. His thumb swipes a steady rhythm, back and forth, back and forth, and Eddie tries to focus on it, tries to breathe in sync with it, but he’s just so tired.

He doesn’t know how long they stand there staring at the door before he moves. It could be seconds, it could be hours, but his joints crack with the decades of aging he does in that time, the rust settled in deep. He turns to Buck, but he can’t lift his gaze from where he was staring at the door knob, so he ends up looking at Buck’s waist. The bottom button of his shirt is undone. 

“Thank you for being here,” he says, and it’s shocking his voice works at all considering the sizable lump in his throat, the space in his chest. He feels his own words echo inside of him. “I appreciate you, y’know, talking to him. Trying.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Buck squeezes his shoulder. He can feel the pressure but none of the warmth from Buck’s hand. “Of course I would be here, I—I’m sorry I couldn’t help.”

“You did,” he says, and he thinks he means it. Because with Buck there, his parents were on their best behavior, didn’t roll their eyes or raise their voices. There were no snide remarks under their breath or backhanded statements meant to cut him down. 

No, Buck being there meant they smiled and tried to sound reasonable as they took his son away, like they were saving him from Eddie, rescuing him, protecting him. 

But maybe — maybe it’s worse, that way, the way they were acting calm and concerned, swooping in to finally collect what they wanted all along: a son to raise who wouldn’t fuck up as much as Eddie did. Christopher is their second chance at getting it right. 

Maybe if Buck hadn’t been there, they would’ve gotten nasty, and Eddie would’ve reacted more strongly, fought for Chris the way he wanted to. Maybe he could’ve changed Chris’ mind about leaving him behind. Maybe Chris could’ve been convinced to stay if he saw their true colors, if he saw how much Eddie would fight for him, if he saw how sorry he was, how much he wanted him to stay. 

Or maybe it would’ve driven an even bigger wedge between the two of them. Eddie would never know. 

“I did the right thing, right?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. 

He didn’t know how much he needed the reassurance until he felt Buck hesitate. “Eddie…”

“Did I?” He meets Buck’s eyes, then, sees his own pain and sorrow and grief reflected back at him. “Would you have done it? Would you have let your son live with your parents if he wanted to get away from you?” 

Buck doesn’t say anything for a long while. “I don’t know.”

“Buck.”

Buck sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair. “If I were you, and I had a kid, and my parents were my parents, the parents I grew up with… no, I wouldn't let them take him,” Buck admits like it pains him. Eddie’s face falls, and Buck frantically rushes to explain. “But Eddie, my parents were neglectful, and they never cared about me or Maddie. Even now, with Jee-Yun, it's all—all performative. They send Christmas cards and facetime once a month to check-in, but they haven’t changed, not really, they don’t really care about us. But yours—”

Eddie pulls out of his grip, steps back and away, out of his reach. 

“They seem to be trying,” Buck shrugs helplessly, and Eddie feels — cavernous. He takes another step until he’s practically in the kitchen, leaving Buck by the couch. 

“Okay,” he says.

“I know they hurt you, growing up, I’m not trying to minimize that, or dismiss it,” Buck says with his hands out, like Eddie is some animal he’s trying not to spook. “I just meant that — you listened to what Chris wanted, and he wanted to be with them. I think that, listening to him the way you did, that was the right thing to do, and, y’know, maybe it’s not the best place for him to be long-term, but right now it’s just for the summer. He’ll be safe there, with them.”

Buck probably doesn’t mean it, probably didn’t think it, but all Eddie can hear is the implied he wasn’t safe here with you. 

He didn’t think anything else could hurt him today, but Buck taking his parents' side does it. The words settle over the numbness of his skin, seeping in until he feels the ache in his bones. 

“Okay,” he says again, because — he agrees, Chris wasn’t safe here. Eddie hurt him by letting Kim in, by entertaining her at all. He should’ve left her alone and not gone back to that store. He should’ve talked to someone, Buck or Bobby or, hell, he should’ve gone to church, confessed to a priest, begged to be absolved of whatever had a hold on him, asked for guidance. 

“You did what you could,” Buck insists, but all Eddie knows is that his best wasn’t good enough. 

Eddie wasn’t good enough. Christopher left.

Maybe Buck is right. Maybe Christopher is better off with his parents because they’re better people than Eddie. He should listen to Buck — they’re doing their best. They go to church regularly. They try to make amends. They confess and they repent and they pray. 

Maybe that’s why they were acting so nice, so charitable. Maybe God told them to be, and He rewarded them by giving them what they wanted: Christopher. 

The idea strikes him like lightning. 

Eddie finds himself walking to his bedroom without a second thought. He finds Bobby’s prayer book where he left it on his nightstand. 

The black leather cover is cool to the touch, and he can feel it, numbness receding into a steady buzz, an undercurrent just beneath his skin. He runs his fingertips across the ridges in the leather and he can feel every one, regaining sensation in his hand with every pass. He holds it tight and it feels like a lifeline. He takes the first deep breath he’s taken in hours.

Buck watches him from where he’s stood in the doorway. “What are you doing?”

“This is how I’m going to get Christopher back.” Eddie holds the black book up. 

Buck’s brows are furrowed. “I… I’m not sure I follow.”

“I just have to be—” better, he almost says. Good. 

It’s obvious he’s being punished for something, and he owes it to Christopher to fix it. 

Because that’s what Christopher deserves, someone who tries to be good, to be holy and righteous the way his parents are. Eddie can’t remember the last time they went to church, knows that there had been one hard morning where Christopher hadn’t wanted to wake up and Eddie, frankly, didn’t want to sit through mass either, so he let them sleep in and miss it, and he told himself it would be just the one time, but then one week became three and then two months had gone by and they had settled into a new routine involving waffles and Buck and the Sunday crossword. 

But Christopher deserved better than that, as evidenced by the fact that his parents had him now. 

It isn't his fault, really, it's — cosmic. 

“I need to be a better person,” he says at last.

(continue reading on ao3)

[wolfish-nightmares]

Game of Survival

Pairings: The Group x fem!reader

Era: Season 1-11

Warnings: TWD gore and violence. Bad language. 18+

Category: Fluff. Angst.

Word Count:

Summary: With no other choice, you must learn to play this new game of survival. 

Prologue

Season 1: 

1x1 - Days Gone Bye 1x3 - Tell It to the Frogs 1x4 - Vatos 1x5 - Wildfire 1x6 - TS-19

Season 2:

2x1 - What Lies Ahead 2x2 - Bloodletting  2x3 - Save the Last One 2x4 - Cherokee Rose 2x5 - Chupacabra  2x6 - Secrets 2x7 - Pretty Much 2x8 - Nebraska 2x9 - Triggerfinger  2x10 - 18 Miles Out 2x11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner  2x12 - Better Angels 2x13 - Beside the Dying Fire 

Season 3: 

3x1 - Seed 3x2 - Sick 3x3 - Walk With Me 3x4 - Killer Within 3x5 - Say the Word  3x6 - Hounded  3x7 - When the Dead Come Knocking 3x8 - Made to Suffer  3x9 - The Suicide King 3x10 - Home 3x11 - I Ain’t Judas 3x12 - Clear 3x13 - Arrow on the Doorpost 3x14 - Prey 3x15 - This Sorrowful Life 3x16 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season: 4

4x1 - 30 Days Without an Accident 4x2 - Infected 4x3 - Isolation 4x4 - Indifference  4x5 - Internment 4x6 - Live Bait 4x7 - Dead Weight 4x8 - Too Far Gone 4x9 - After 4x10 - Inmates 4x11 - Claimed 4x12 - Still 4x13 - Alone 4x14 - The Grove 4x15 - Us 4x16 - A

Season 5: 

5x1 - No Sanctuary  5x2 - Strangers 5x3 - Four Walls and a Roof 5x4 - Slabtown 5x6 - Self Help 5x7 - Consumed 5x8 - Coda 5x9 - What Happened and What’s Going On 5x10 - Them 5x11 - The Distance  5x12 - Remember  5x13 - Forget 5x14 - Spend 5x15 - Try 5x16 - Conquer 

Season 6: 

6x1 - First Time Again  6x2 - JSS 6x3 - Thank You 6x4 - Here’s Not Here 6x5 - Now 6x6 - Always Accountable  6x7 - Heads Up 6x8 - Start to FInish 6x9 - No Way Out 6x10 - The Next World 6x11 - Knots Untie 6x12 - Not Tomorrow Yet 6x13- The Same Boat 6x14 - Twice As Far 6x15 - East  6x16 - Last Day on Earth 

Season 7: 

7x1 - The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be 7x2 - The Well 7x3 - The Cell 7x4 - Service 7x5 - Go Getter  7x6 - Swear 7x7 - Sing Me a Song 7x8 - Hearts Still Beating 7x9 - Rock in the Road 7x10 - New Best Friends 7x11 - Hostiles and Calamities  7x12 - Say Yes 7x13 - Bury Me Here 7x14 - The Other Side  7x15 - Something They Need 7x16 - The First Day of the Rest of Your Life 

Season 8: 

8x1 - Mercy 8x2 - The Damned  8x3 - Monsters 8x4 - Some Guy  8x5 - The Big Scary U 8x6 - The King, the Widow, and Rick 8x7 - Time for After  8x8 - How It’s Gotta Be 8x9 - Honor 8x10 - The Lost and the Plunderers  8x11 - Dead or Alive Or 8x12 - The Key 8x13 - Do Not Send Us Astray  8x14 - Still Gotta Mean Something 8x15 - Worth  8x16 - Wrath

Season 9: 

9x1 - A New Beginning 9x2 - The Bridge 9x3 - Warning Signs 9x4 - The Obliged 9x5 - What Comes After 9x6 - Who Are You Now? 9x7 - Stradivarius 9x8 - Evolution 9x9 - Adaptation 9x10 - Omega 9x11 - Bounty 9x12 - Guardians 9x13 - Chokepoint 9x14 - Scars 9x15 - The Calm Before 9x16 - The Storm

Season 10: 

10x0 - Holiday Special 10x1 - Lines We Cross 10x2 - We Are the End of the World 10x3 - Ghost 10x4 - Silence the Whisperers 10x5 - What It Always Is 10x6 - Bonds 10x7 - Open Your Eyes 10x8 - The World Before 10x9 - Squeeze 10x10 - Stalker 10x11 - Morning Star 10x12 - Walk with Us 10x13 - What We Become 10x14 - Look at the Flowers 10x15 - The Tower 10x16 - A Certain Doom 10x17 - Home Sweet Home 10x18 - Find Me 10x19 - One More 10x20 - Splinter 10x21 - Diverged 10x22 - Here's Negan

Season 11: 

11x1 - Acheron: Part 1 11x2 - Acheron: Part 2 11x3 - Hunted 11x4 - Rendition 11x5 - Out of the Ashes 11x6 - On the Inside 11x7 - Promises Broken 11x8 - For Blood 11x9 - No Other Way 11x10 - New Haunts 11x11 - Rogue Element 11x12 - The Lucky Ones 11x13 - Warlords 11x14 - The Rotten Core 11x15 - Trust 11x16 - Acts of God 11x17 - Lockdown 11x18 - A New Deal 11x19 - Variant 11x20 - What's Been Lost 11x21 - Outpost 22

[theclaravoyant]

Clara's 911 Kiss Roulette Masterpost! Prompts Welcome <3

based on this 'kiss roulette' prompt meme - i have decided to challenge myself! i'm well on my way to writing a little something for each of the following so enjoy, and feel free to prompt if something strikes you! so far in this fandom i've written for bucktommy, buddie, henren, madney, bathena and various platonic combos. show me what you've got! check out 'clara's fic tag' for all my writing

A kiss on the cheek - buck & hen at pride <3

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead - may & bobby angst, 7x10 UA insert/missing scene

A kiss to the top of the head - Take Me By The Tongue - bucktommy kinky fluffy smut - this one got away from me too whoops

A firm kiss - eddie & chris, angst

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss - buddie first kiss

A platonic kiss - a buckley han family (!!) 7x10 hurt/comfort insert/missing scene

A kiss to the eyelid - *NEW* Rotten Work bucktommy sick!fic hurt/comfort, fluff

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach - *NEW* bathena fluff

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down “Spider-Man” kiss - bucktommy rescue boyfriends fluff

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

A kiss other than to a person

A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that’s an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying - henren 7x09 hurt comfort coda

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand - bucktommy hurt/comfort

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh - Seeing Stars ; this one made it into a proper >1000wd fic! Henren happy fluffy smut.

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking - Madney comfort sick!fic

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall - henren flirty fluff

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck - domestic buddie fluffy future fic

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite - buddie, pining eddie / feelings realisation. humour!

A clumsy kiss

A bloody kiss - buddie angst

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writing patterns

tagged by @clusterbuck ! tysm i wanted to do this one lol

rules: share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

untitled 7x10 coda

Three months pass, and Eddie still isn’t used to it.

the most important thing

It’s a glance, at first.

beer & apologies

It’s late, later than any reasonable person would show up on a friend’s doorstep, but Buck’s got this bright, warm feeling in his chest and all he wants to do is apologize so he can share it.

nothing's the same except everything

On average, adults spend two hours per night dreaming. 

everything, always

Three minutes and seventeen seconds is… news to Buck, actually.

a fraction of everything

“What’s wrong?” the man sitting across from him asks, not unkindly.

thirteen threads

It’s in Eddie’s kitchen that Buck begins to unravel the tangled web of emotions that began weaving itself between his ribs the moment he was struck by lightning. 

on couches and the universe

The couch doesn’t fit.

untitled 6x11 spec

Eddie has seen darkness.

they don't call it texas hold'em for nothing

The thing that Buck forgot to consider when he agreed to Bobby’s undercover scheme is that he really, really sucks at poker. 

and bonus if you clicked the read more, first line of the as yet untitled fic i'm working on rn

The fire burns hot and fast, consuming everything it touches in seconds.

not even a little bit sure who's already done this but tagging

@mellaithwen @eddiesbegins @shyaudacity @moonlightperseus @sibylsleaves and anybody else who wants to!

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The Walking Dead Masterlist

Below are/will be episodes of The Walking Dead

Season 1

1x1 - Days Gone Bye

1x2 - Guts

1x3 - Tell It To The Frogs

1x4 - Vatos

1x5 - Wildfire

1x6 - TS-19

Season 2

2x1 - What Lies Ahead

2x2 - Bloodletting

2x3 - Save the Last One

2x4 - Cherokee Rose

2x5 - Chupacabra

2x6 - Secrets

2x7 - Pretty Much Dead Already

2x8 - Nebraska

2x9 - Triggerfinger

2x10 - 18 Miles Out

2x11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner

2x12 - Better Angels

2x13 - Beside the Dying Fire

Season 3

3x1 - Seed

3x2 - Slick

3x3 - Walk With Me

3x4 - Killer Within

3x5 - Say the Word

3x6 - Hounded

3x7 - When the Dead Come Knocking

3x8 - Made to Suffer

3x9 - The Suicide King

3x10 - Home

3x11 - I Ain't Judas

3x12 - Clear

3x13 - Arrow on the Doorpost

3x14 - Prey

3x15 - This Sorrowful Life

3x16 - Welcome to the Tombs

Season 4

4x1 - 30 Days Without an Accident

4x2 - Infected

4x3 - Isolation

4x4 - Indifference

4x5 - Internment

4x6 - Live Bait

4x7 - Dead Weight

4x8 - Too Far Gone

4x9 - After

4x10 - Inmates

4x11 - Claimed

4x12 - Still

4x13 - Alone

4x14 - The Grove

4x15 - Us

4x16 - A

Season 5

5x1 - No Sanctuary

5x2 - Strangers

5x3 - Four Walls and a Roof

5x4 - Slabtown

5x5 - Self Help

5x6 - Consumed

5x7 - Crossed

5x8 - Coda

5x9 - What Happened and What's Going On

5x10 - Them

5x11 - The Distance

5x12 - Remember

5x13 - Forget

5x14 - Spend

5x15 - Try

5x16 - Conquer

Season 6

6x1 - First Time Again

6x2 - JSS

6x3 - Thank You

6x4 - Here's Not Here

6x5 - Now

6x6 - Always Accountable

6x7 - Heads Up

6x8 - Start to Finish

6x9 - No Way Out

6x10 - The Next World

6x11 - Knots Untie

6x12 - Not Tomorrow Yet

6x13 - The Same Boat

6x14 - Twice

6x15 - East

6x16 - Last Day on Earth

Season 7

7x1 - The Day Will Come When You Won't Be

7x2 - The Well

7x3 - The Cell

7x4 - Service

7x5 - Go Getters

7x6 - Swear

7x7 - Sing Me a Song

7x8 - Hearts Still Beating

7x9 - Rock in the Road

7x10 - New Best Friends

7x11 - Hostiles and Calamities

7x12 - Say Yes

7x13 - Bury Me Here

7x14 - The Other Side

7x15 - Something They Need

7x16 - The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Season 8

8x1 - Mercy

8x2 - The Damned

8x3 - Monsters

8x4 - Some Guy

8x5 - The Big Scary U

8x6 - The King, the Widow and Rick

8x7 - Time for After

8x8 - How It's Gotta Be

8x9 - Honor

8x10 - The Lost and the Plunderers

8x11 - Dead or Alive Or

8x12 - The Key

8x13 - Do Not Send Us Astray

8x14 - Still Gotta Mean Something

8x15 - Worth

8x16 - Wrath

Season 9

9x1 - A New Beginning

9x2 - The Bridge

9x3 - Warning Signs

9x4 - The Obliged

9x5 - What Comes After

9x6 - Who Are You Now?

9x7 - Stradivarius

9x8 - Evolution

9x9 - Adaption

9x10 - Omega

9x11 - Bounty

9x12 - Guardians

9x13 - Chokepoint

9x14 - Scars

9x15 - The Calm Before

9x16 - The Storm

Season 10

10x1 - Lines We Cross

10x2 - We Are the End of the World

10x3 - Ghosts

10x4 - Silence the Whisperers

10x5 - What It Always Is

10x6 - Bonds

10x7 - Open Your Eyes

10x8 - The World Before

10x9 - Squeeze

10x10 - Stalker

10x11 - Morning Star

10x12 - Walk with Us

10x13 - What We Become

10x14 - Look at the Flowers

10x15 - The Tower

10x16 - A Certain Doom

10x17 - Home Sweet Home

10x18 - Find Me

10x19 - One More

10x20 - Splinter

10x21 - Diverged

10x22 - Here's Negan

Season 11

11x1 - Archeron (Part 1)

11x2 - Archeron (Part 2)

11x3 - Hunted

11x4 - Rendition

11x5 - Out of the Ashes

11x6 - On the Inside

11x7 - Promises Broken

11x8 - For Blood

11x9 - No Other Way

11x10 - New Haunts

11x11 - Rogue Element

11x12 - The Lucky Ones

11x13 - Warlords

11x14 - The Rotten Core

11x15 - Trust

11x16 - Acts of God

11x17 - Lockdown

11x18 - A New Deal

11x19 - Variant

11x20 - What's Been Lost

11x21 - Outpost 22

11x22 - Faith

11x23 - Family

11x24 - Rest in Peace