#911 headcanon

[achilles-rage]

Protect You, Always

summary: you meet your boyfriend and the rest of the 118 at a bar after work. everything is going well until buck has to pry some creep off of you.

word count: 2.9k

request: anon- i wanna see sum protective buck kind of stuff, maybe the same as the twelfth chapter where’s buck is defending her, maybe with different plots

a/n: i am SO sorry this took so long anon!! i love protective buck, he makes me feral, so thank you for requesting!! enjoy!!<33

warnings: creepy man gets grabby, no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You walk into the bar with a smile, eyes darting around the dimly lit building to try to spot your boyfriend in the crowd. He and his coworkers agreed to meet here after their shift, and he invited you along, knowing that his friends would love to see you, and vice versa. You begin to pull your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, eyes still scanning the crowd as you get ready to text Buck. You finally spot him, though, and his face lights up when he makes eye contact with you. 

You weave your way through the crowd, slipping your phone back into your pocket as you go. You mumble quick apologies as you squeeze your way past people, silently wondering why the hell there’s so many people here tonight. Usually, this place is pretty lowkey, but tonight, you can feel something in the air that is making the people of LA even crazier than usual. Must be the full moon, which Buck has told you everything about. 

“Hi, baby.” Buck whispers in your ear as he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into him. You wrap your arms around his torso as you nuzzle into his chest. No matter how many times he’s gone to work since you’ve started dating, you still feel an overwhelming sense of calm when you finally see him again; knowing that he’s made it home in one piece.

“Hi, my love.” you reply, angling your head up just slightly so he can hear you over the chatter and music of the bar.

“You want a drink?” Buck asks once he pulls away, moving his hand from your shoulder down to your hand. You nod, smiling as he gives your hand one firm squeeze. “The usual?” You nod again, and he gives you a wink, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead before he journeys across the bar to get you your drink of choice. 

You say hello to Hen, Bobby, and Eddie as Buck gets your drink, easily falling into conversation with them as they watch and laugh at Chim and Maddie playing pool very competitively. You laugh when you see Maddie sink yet another ball, and Chimney begins to complain very loudly that Maddie’s cheating as she does a little celebratory dance along to the music blaring from the speakers above.

Buck slows his pace as he walks back with your drink and a refill for himself, a smile growing on his face as he takes in the scene. You fit in so well with his family, and his heart swells at the sight of you, head tilted back as you laugh along with everyone else. 

He hands you your drink, and you mumble a quick thank you as you keep your eyes on what Chimney calls his “comeback shot.” He’s completely focused as he bends forward slightly, eyes trained on the planned path of the cue ball, and you all go quiet, you and Hen grabbing each other’s hands and holding them up near your chest as you watch. When he finally hits the ball, it goes a little crooked, making him miss the shot, and he groans loudly, throwing his hands up in the air as he turns away. You and Hen let out disappointed sounds as your hands fall back down to your sides, and you lean back into Buck, looking up at him with a lovestruck expression.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Buck whispers into your ear. His arm instinctively moves to wrap around your plush middle as he pulls you further back into him, and you hum softly in agreement, leaning your head back against his chest.

“How was your shift?” you ask, turning your head and tilting your chin up to face him. He shrugs, a smile forming on his face. “It was better than how the next shift is probably gonna go. Chim’s a sore loser, and he’s never gonna let me hear the end of ‘my sister cheating.’” he teases, his smile widening as he feels the vibrations of your laugh against his broad chest.

“Like you haven’t held anything against him like that.” you reply in the same tone, raising a brow. He scoffs, rolling his eyes as he looks away.

“That’s not the point.” he murmurs just loud enough for you to hear before taking a sip of his beer. The smile he was fighting erupts on his face when he hears you laugh again, looking at you over the bottle and giving you a wink.

“So, what is the point?” you ask as you turn in his grip, wrapping your arms around his neck. He shrugs, his hands moving to your hips, one squeezing your soft flesh while the other rests the side of his bottle on the fabric of your jeans.

“That you look gorgeous tonight.” he says in a suggestive tone, although it comes out as more of a question. You smile, averting your gaze as your cheeks heat up from the compliment. No matter how many times he compliments you, you can’t help but feel giddy.

“Nice deflection.” you tease, tilting your head to the side as you look back up into his eyes. You begin to gently sway side to side along to the music floating through the air around you, almost as if acting as a blanket to shield your moment from those around you.

He shrugs, a smirk forming on his face before he leans down to give you a sweet kiss, melting into your arms as he feels the tension from his shift slowly releasing from his body. He’s not sure how you do it, but he always feels like you’re able to lift the problems off his shoulders when he’s in your arms.

You’re ripped away from your moment when you hear Chimney calling your name desperately. You break apart from Buck’s embrace and turn to face Chimney with a smile, raising a brow.

“Come play with me. You’re the only other one that knows how it is to put up with a Buckley like I do.” You laugh, giving Maddie a knowing look as she hands you the cue stick with a roll of her eyes. She goes over and stands with Buck, and both of them look at you and Chimney beginning a new game with fond looks. 

Your game is far less competitive than the one before, as neither you nor Chimney feel the need to beat each other. Even so, you can hear Buck and Maddie arguing with each other after each turn, telling the other person that a good hit didn’t count, and a bad hit deserves a redo. You all know that their argument isn’t serious; they both have small smiles on their faces, but it’s still entertaining to watch. 

The game is at a standstill as Buck argues that you deserve a redo for missing the ball when you tried to shoot. You were laughing so hard at their antics that your hand slipped and made you just barely graze the cue ball, and while you were willing to give up your turn, as you were already losing by a long shot, Buck clearly has other plans.

“I’m gonna go get a refill. You want anything?” you ask Chimney, and he shakes his head. 

“I wouldn’t come back if I were you. We’ll be here all night.” he teases, and you laugh as you shrug at his words.

“They could be arguing about who gives a better performance during karaoke. Could be worse.” you tell him. He hums in agreement, shaking his head as he laughs at the memory of their very long argument about it. While Maddie is a far better singer than Buck, he argues that he makes up for it with his “moves and face.”

You make your way to the bar; the voices of your friends being drowned out as you get further away from them. By the time you’re at the bar, you’re listening to a woman begging her friend for her phone back so she can call her ex, which makes you laugh. You wait at the bar for the bartender to make his way to you, and as you stand there, you feel a presence appear beside you.

You turn your head slightly; just enough to see the man from the corner of your eye, but he takes this clear sign that you don’t want to talk as an invitation.

“Come here often?” he purrs, leaning against the bar on his elbow. You scoff, shaking your head as you let out a quiet laugh. You turn your head to face him, raising a brow.

“Did you really just try to use that line?” you ask in disbelief. He’s cute, you guess, but he’s nowhere as attractive as Buck. And either way, nothing he could say would make you actually want to leave with him.

Although your eyes show clear signs of disinterest, he sees the way you turn to face him, and he smirks. Clearly to him, you want him to keep talking. He had been watching you all night, and although he saw you with Buck, he still decides to take a chance now that you’re alone.

“Why, is it gonna work?” he asks suggestively, sliding impossibly closer to you. You can feel his cologne burning your nose, and it takes everything in you to scrunch your face up and tell him to fuck off. You don’t though, instead giving him the benefit of the doubt; that he hadn’t seen you with your boyfriend earlier.

“Absolutely not. Sorry.” you tell him with an apologetic, yet vaguely fake smile. He smirks, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“You wanna get out of here?” This man clearly doesn’t know when to stop, you think. Did he seriously think you saying “absolutely not” was you begging him to take you back to his place?

“I’m good, actually.” you tell him, turning to try to get the bartender’s attention. You can feel unease creeping into your belly, and you can see the way his eyes travel down to your tits when your eyes move away from his frame. His smirk drops at your words, and he leans down so his face is right beside yours, the alcohol on his breath filling your nose and making your stomach churn.

“I think you’re lying. You just want me to keep trying.” he purrs, raising two fingers to the side of your jaw and tilting your head back to face him. You move your face out of his grasp, leaning back and off of the bar as you see that his nose is practically touching yours. You feel bile crawling up your throat as your eyes dart around the bar, trying desperately to meet one of your friends’ eyes, if not Buck’s. 

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you’re desperate for it.” he says in a slightly condescending tone. Your brows furrow at his words. What the hell is he talking about? He grabs your wide hips roughly when you don’t respond right away, his words shocking you to silence. He pulls you against him, pushing himself against you at the same time, and your hands immediately go to his chest to push him away. He’s not exactly a big guy, but he must clearly have muscles under his shirt, as he barely budges at your desperate attempt to create some space between you two.

“I have a boyfriend.” you tell him, your voice just loud enough for him to hear over the loud voices around you. Your eyes keep searching around the bar to anyone that will look at you. Surely, someone will help you. But no one looks. Everyone is in their own little world as they continue to talk and sway to the music with the people they came with.

“Well, he shouldn’t have left you alone.” he whispers into your ear, leaning down to place a hot kiss against your neck. You flinch as his lips make contact with your skin, trying desperately to wiggle out of his grip as his lips burn your skin. You want to find Buck, you want to launch yourself into his arms and never let go, but first, you need to get away from this creep. 

“Hey! Get your hands off of her!” you suddenly hear over the music, and you sigh, head turning to see Buck stomping toward you. You barely even notice Bobby and Eddie a few steps behind him, immediately following him when they saw his body get tense and his fists clench at his sides.

You let out a sigh of relief as you feel the man ripped away from you, watching with wide eyes as Buck stares the man down and pushes his chest a few times.

“You confused about the word ‘no?’ Mean’s she doesn’t fucking want you.” he seethes. You gasp as Buck raises a fist, ready to punch the man, but Eddie and Bobby are rushing to him immediately and pulling him back. You almost laugh when you see the man use this chance as a time to scurry away, weaving himself through the crowd and toward the exit. 

You take a few steps toward Buck, then wrap your arms around his torso, sniffling softly as a few tears fall from your eyes. Now that the threat is gone, you can’t help the tears from falling. You can’t imagine what might’ve happened if Buck hadn’t seen you.

“Shh. I got you, baby.” he whispers into your ear, his body relaxing slightly as he wraps his arms around you. He rubs your back slowly, chin resting on the top of your head as you try to catch your breath through your tears. 

“Can we go home?” you ask him softly, looking up at him through your lashes. He nods immediately, one hand moving to your cheek to wipe your tears. “Of course, baby.” he replies in a similar tone. He leans down to kiss your forehead, then looks up at Bobby and Eddie, who nod before he has a chance to speak. He gives them a tight-lipped smile, then turns you both towards the exit. 

Once you’re out of the loud bar, he stops you, putting his hands on your arms and turning you to face him. He looks down at your sad, scared expression and your shaky hands and his heart breaks. He should’ve been there, he thinks.

“Are you okay?” he asks in a gentle tone. You nod slowly, letting in a shaky breath as you try to slow your racing heart. “I’m sorry, sweet girl. I should’ve-” You cut him off before he can say anything else, shaking your head.

“It’s not your fault. You were talking to Maddie, and I wanted to get another drink.” you tell him, sniffling softly between sentences. He sighs, bringing you in for another tight hug. You melt into his arms again, your body relaxing completely now that the sounds from the bar are no longer pounding against your skull and you’re back in the safety of Buck’s arms.

“But I could’ve-” he whispers, but you shake your head again, speaking before he can.

“No. Baby, it’s fine. You got there before anything could really happen. And you’re here now, so you can take me home.” you tell him, your last sentence almost coming out as a question. You tilt your head up to look at him, resting your chin on his chest, and he gives you a troubled smile as he nods. 

“Okay. Let’s get you home.” 

He leads you to his jeep with a hand firmly around your shoulders, almost as if shielding you from the world. If it were up to him, he would keep you within arm’s reach, or at least within eyesight from now on, but he knows that’s unrealistic. 

Once you’re in the jeep and safely buckled, he moves around to the driver's side and gets in. Once his seatbelt is buckled and the jeep is in drive he puts a hand on your thigh, his grip tight as he thinks about that man’s hands on you. While he knows Bobby and Eddie had good reason to pull him away before he could get a punch in, he wishes he could’ve fucking killed him for even thinking about doing that to a woman, let alone you. 

He helps you out of the car and up to his apartment when he’s parked in his parking spot, and then you both change into comfy clothes before you cuddle up on the couch. He puts on a movie, but his focus is on you, how your head is resting on his shoulder and your hand is tightly gripping the front of his hoodie. He kisses your temple, trying to read the expression on your face to make sure you’re really alright before he hesitantly moves his gaze to the tv. 

“Thank you.” you mumble, not even bothering to tear your gaze from the tv as you speak. He squeezes your shoulder, shaking his head.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby. I’ll protect my girl. Always.” he tells you earnestly, and he means it. If you were to be in any kind of danger, he knows he’d do just about anything to make sure he’s in between you and the thing threatening to cause you harm.

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[bidisasterevankinard]

I just know what Eddie makes Buck come to every basketball game as Tommy's cheerleader because Tommy starts to show off in front of his boyfriend way too much and wins every game and Eddie is super competitive bitch and likes to win

So basically everyone is winning. Buck is looking at his boyfriend flexing his muscles and got laid, Tommy got laid and Eddie got to brag about winning basketball games every time as a petty competitive bitchy ass he is and free beer from losing team

[whatsourmotto]

What if next season starts and we're waiting for an indicator of where Buck and Tommy's relationship stands and someone at the 118 asks if everything's okay with Tommy because Buck is leaving for a 24hr off without an overnight bag and he's just like "oh, I don't need that anymore :)" because he has a full drawer in Tommy's bedroom and one of his toothbrushes resides in Tommy's bathroom now

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Have we considered that maybe Tommy had to go into the Witness Protection Program and his handler had told him to make a clean break with his boyfriend because he wasn’t allowed to go with him and that’s why Tommy broke up with him.

And when he bubbled Buck it was because he was starting to crack and wanted to explain to Buck what was happening, but in the end he knew he’d be risking Buck’s safety if he did, so he didn’t send a message after all.

[setmeatopthepyre]

Since the show has well established that a firefighter getting injured on the job pretty much guarantees a bunch of homecooked meals being dropped off by other firefighters & their families, consider this:

Tommy, newly a firefighter, estranged from his own family, a little lonelier than he'd like to admit, getting injured on the job and coming home from the hospital to a pile of well-wishes and home cooked meals. The first home cooked meals that someone else made for him in.. years? A decade? More? And sure, the food's in tupperware containers, and he knows it's not so much that the people who dropped it off care about him personally, and more that he's a firefighter and that's just what firefighters do when one of their own goes down...

But all the different containers on his counter, in his fridge, are all reminders of the various (he likes to imagine) loving households the food came from, and when he eats their contents and maybe closes his eyes he can almost feel like he's a part of something bigger than himself, something sort of nebulous that, if he tries, could feel like a family where people care about him enough to cook for him.

And after that, he doesn't mind getting injured so much. Maybe, even, in a probably not so healthy way, perhaps, even looks forward to it just a little bit.

(Just as long as they don't keep him in the hospital too long, because fuck hospital food.)

[bekolxeram]

BuckTommy & Eddie headcanon inspired by the great @marvelousbuckley. Everyone go read this fic, it's cute and sexy.

There had been debates and speculations over Buck and Tommy's roles in Eddie's life, now that he's alone, throughout the hiatus. With takes ranging from Buck and Tommy trying their best to support Eddie, but they just spend so much time on dates that they accidentally neglect Eddie, to Eddie cockblocking either of them, to bad takes like Buck would ditch Tommy to be with Eddie.

I think Buck and Tommy have had a thorough conversation about Eddie's situation, based on the eyes they make each other in the awkward birthday scene. They're both Eddie's friend and they both have shitty fathers, so they make a conscious decision to support a single dad still coping with grief however they can, even if it means they get less alone time.

Tommy: "We can still get to know each other with Eddie there, once in a while."

The thing is, Buck and Tommy just can't take their hands off each other.

They tell themselves they're there for Eddie, but they just naturally gravitate towards each other. Eddie can't tell how many times he's hopped out for the bathroom or to do the dishes, and come back to BuckTommy practically grinding on each other. Buck is still hanging onto the façade of a keto diet, although he's been having 3 cheat days per week, so when all 3 of them hang out over pizza, Buck cuts out the crust and feeds it to Tommy, all while making horny eyes at him.

One day, Eddie decides, enough is enough, and kick them out of his house.

Buck: "Are you okay, Eddie? Do you feel like smashing up the house again?"

Eddie: "I would if you two don't keep your foreplay outside of my house."

Tommy: "No, no, we're here for you."

Eddie: "And I appreciate that. Maybe take care of your... business first before you come here next time?"

Buck: "Oh, but just then we've already..."

Eddie: "Get out."

[childside]

I keep thinking about Tommy and his backstory (is this called headcanon?)

- He is content with being single for so long. He accepted that dating is not for him. Maybe a few one night stand here and there but it's only for his sexual needs. So when Buck being awkward and stupid on their first date, he was a bit disappointed but then he brushes it off and think "again, dating is not for me" and put the blame on himself for "rushing" Buck for the kiss and the date.

- Even though he's okay being single doesn't mean he's okay with the loneliness. He's been going through his life without any closes friends or family, and he feels lonely from time to time. He hated it and usually doing excessive cleaning or fixing something in the house/car to distract himself.

- He was an only child and his parents get divorced when he was 7-8 yo, but no one wants to keep him. His parents married because her mom pregnant with him first. But his parents were too young to be married (17-18ish) and they obviously doesn't want to be parents. His dad usually get drunk and abused him to release his anger and frustration. His mom clearly doesn't want him so she often take him to the grandma's house for sleep over. And when grandma passed away things getting ugly. They both get divorced and no one wants to keep him, like literally, not mom or dad fighting for him. Especially with his age when he supposed to start elementary school. So they just left him one day and one of the relatives take him. But since he's been abused and neglected, he become a difficult kid. Mostly quiet and not expressing himself enough to get the adults understand what he wants. So he's passed from relatives to relatives until he reached 18 and join the army.

- He likes rom-com because he find comfort in happy ending. He knows rom-com is light and absolutely have happy ending so it makes him happy too without thinking or worrying too much.

- He wanted to have cats but he keep thinking what if he has no time for it with his random shift or even if he died on call and no one to take care of the poor kitty.

- He get attracted to Buck because how happy and energetic like a puppy he is. Buck have some issues and trauma as well, but Buck is Buck. Buck like sunshine, warm, affectionate and stupidly adorable. He feel the urge to take care of Buck. He wants to keep him and protected him from any harm.

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

911 Characters React to "Don't tell anyone"

I want to preface this by saying that I genuinely believe that if you entrusted any of them with a secret, they would take it to their grave. If you're doing something you're not supposed to... that's a different story. Anyways...

Buck: Oh, I swear I won't tell a soul. *10 Minutes Later* Buck: *realizes he's half way through info dumping to Tommy about what he wasn't supposed to tell* Buck: *slaps his hand to his mouth* Tommy: What? Buck: Let's pretend you don't have a soul for a second so I don't feel bad but you can't tell anyone else *proceeds to finish info dumping*

Athena: Oh honey, I won't. *later that evening* Athena: Girl, you ain't gonna believe this. Hen: Oh my god, tell me now. Karen: I wanna know too!

Tommy: Does Evan count as anyone? Person: Uh he's your boyfriend right? Tommy: *proud grin* yup Person: Then yes, he counts. Tommy: Then, I don't wanna hear what you have to say, goodbye. Tommy: *walks the fuck away like a badass*

Eddie: Oh I make no promises. Chris & Carla both love a good sip of tea. Eddie: But go ahead if you wanna risk it.

Bobby: I won't, I promise. Bobby: *has his fingers crossed behind his back & is already planning on calling Athena as soon as person walks away*

Hen: I won't *already itching to tell Karen* *hours later* Hen: *drops her go bag at the front door & races through the house in search of Karen* Karen: *scared shitless when Hen suddenly enters the room yelling her name repeatedly* What? Where's the fire? Hen: *tries to catch her breath* You gotta hear this.

Maddie: *smiles innocently* I won't. *Meanwhile, Chimney has also just been told the same* Chimney: I would neverrrrr. *later that evening* Chimney: *comes home to find Maddie already pouring two glasses of wine* Chimney: Boy do I have a story for you. Maddie: *hands him a glass of wine* Maddie: Oh, oh me first!

Ravi: read 2:41 Person: Ravi this is a face to face conversation, you can't leave me on read. Ravi: Oh I can & I will *walks away*

Karen: Depends on how interesting this conversation is about to get. Person: *yap yap yap* Karen: *in her head* Hen & Athena are gonna eat this up.

[schrijverr]

I'm looking into blood thinners for fics ideas to maybe write and, y'all, side effects can include dizziness, nausea, tiredness, bloody noses that last less than 10 minutes and hair loss. There is so much fucking angst potential in the 118 not talking to Buck for a little while due to the lawsuit only to run into him (maybe even during the grocery store scene) and it's a bad day for him and his meds, only for everyone to come to some very, very wrong conclusions about what has happened to Buck's health in the time they didn't see him. Like, what are you going to think if you see zombie Buck with medicinal hair loss, dabbing away a bloody nose as he sways a little with a screwed up face? Nothing good, that's what.

[achilles-rage]

Tummy

summary: when buck decides to start his cut a little early, you show him how much you love his tummy.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: i got 2 requests for bucktummy adjacent things; bucktummy smut and crop top buck, so i decided to combine them. love these requests because i am the #1 bucktummy supporter. enjoy<3

warnings: smut, bucktummy (deserves the warning), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

MDNI- 18+ Only!

Buck drops his bag on the floor as soon as he steps over the threshold of his apartment, both his arms and legs feeling like jello as he makes his way over to the couch and plops down beside you. He rests his head on the backrest of the couch, letting out a big sigh, which catches your attention.

You set your book down beside you and turn slightly to face him, frowning at his clear exhaustion. You tug the blanket further up your lap as it falls slightly, now angling your body towards his as you sit criss-cross beside him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask in a sad voice, reaching out to grab his hand. You know he went to the gym today, and he usually loves the gym, so you’re a little confused about why he’s in such a bad mood. His hair is still damp from his shower, but even then, you know that he’s usually not at the gym for this long either.

“Started my cut today. Worked a little too hard, I guess.” he tells you, trying to shrug it off as he turns his head and looks at you. Your frown gets deeper at the mention of his cut.

“You started your cut already? Don’t you have another week left?” you ask, confusion written across your face. He has a calendar on his fridge, and you see it pretty much every day. You know you’re right because you love when he bulks.

“Wanted to start early.” he says one hand moving to rest on his shirt-covered tummy instinctively. You furrow your brows as your eyes follow his movements, and when you look back up at him, he sighs before he explains.

“Look at my belly; it’s getting too big. Just figured I’d start the cut early.” he says nonchalantly, and you scoff.

“I like your tummy.” you tell him, and it’s his turn to be confused. You laugh softly at his confused expression, then get up onto your knees and throw the blanket off your legs before you lean over to meet his lips in a kiss.

“You really like it?” he asks in disbelief as he pulls back, and you roll your eyes as you smile.

“Baby, your tummy is hot.” you tell him a bit sternly, although the smile is still on your face. He chuckles quietly, running his tongue across the inside of his cheek, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

He grabs your hips and pulls you to straddle him, and you happily oblige, sitting on his lap. His hands move up from your hips, up under your sweater to your waist, his thumbs gently rubbing circles on the sides of your own tummy.

“Why does that sound so familiar?” he asks in a teasing tone, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes slightly as he looks up at you.

You sometimes have what you both have deemed “bad body days,” and when you do, Buck is quick to praise your belly, showering it with kisses and soft touches. He’s never upset at you for those days; he knows they happen to everyone, so when you tell him you’re having one of those days, he makes everything about you.

“Because you say that to me all the time. And I don’t think you’re lying when you say that, are you?” you ask, tilting your head in the same direction as his as your arms find their place draped over his shoulders.

“Of course not.” he tells you, his face going serious for a moment. You smile, leaning down to kiss his nose, which makes him scrunch his face up.

“Then you have to believe me when I tell you that your tummy is hot, too. That’s how it works.” you tell him with a smile, tightening your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. “Let me show you how much I love it.” you whisper against his lips.

“I feel like we’ve had this exact conversation before.” he teases, pulling you back gently by the back of your neck to meet your pretty eyes.

“So let me return the favour; show you how much I love your body. Tummy and all.” you purr, and he grins before he pulls you back in for a desperate kiss. You begin to slowly grind your hips against his, feeling the tent growing in his sweatpants. He lets out a low groan, hands firmly gripping your plush hips and forcing you to move harder against him.

You feel like a teenager with the way you’re both clawing at each other, kisses sloppy and desperate as you try to pour all of your love and affection into your actions.

Suddenly, you pull back with a mischievous smile on your face. He raises a brow, but he doesn’t have time to ask you what the hell you’re thinking about before you’re off his lap and halfway up the stairs to his room.

You come back down less than a minute later, and although you weren’t gone long, Buck has to resist the growing urge to palm himself through his grey sweats. He looks confused when you throw his crop top at him, and then settle on the couch beside him and urge him to stand up.

He looks down at the fabric for a moment. He cut it himself one day on a whim after seeing a fitness guy he follows on Instagram wearing one, but he’d only ever worn it around the house.

“Come on, put it on.” you tell him in an encouraging tone. And he shrugs before pulling his other shirt off and putting on the crop top. Your eyes travel down to his tummy peeking out of the shirt, and you bite your lip, a soft hum escaping your lips.

“Now, get up. Do a spin for me.” you say in a teasing tone. He rolls his eyes, trying not to laugh as he lets out a huff. As he stands up, you smack his ass, watching him intently as he moves to stand in front of you, putting his arms out and gesturing to himself.

“Spin.” you say again with a giggle, and he huffs before he follows your order. The shirt stops at the perfect spot, allowing his tummy to poke out, as if teasing you. All you want to do is kiss and bite at his tummy, but you hold back, taking in his back as he turns in a circle.

“Why am I doing this?” he asks once he’s facing you again. He stays standing in front of you, waiting for you to tell him to sit down, and he blushes when he sees just how into his tummy you are. Your eyes are focused on it, and with the way your chest is moving quickly, he’s sure your heartbeat has increased as well.

You can’t help it. He’s a large man. Strong and solid. He has clear, defined muscles, although there’s a layer of fat covering parts of his body, and that’s what makes your mouth water. He’s soft around the edges, and it reminds you that although he’s the strongest man you’ve ever dated, quite possibly ever met, he’s still so soft with you, so calm and comforting. You can nuzzle against him after a hard day, and you know that his strong arms can protect you as well.

“Do you remember when I was feeling insecure, and you made me wear that set for you that I was too scared to wear?” you ask, finally tearing your eyes away from his soft tummy and looking into his eyes. He nods, realization finally crossing his face.

“Is this payback?” he asks, and you nod, laughing along with him. You stand up and close the distance between you, hands going to his chest before drifting down to his exposed tummy.

“I like your tummy, and I’m gonna prove it to you.” You don’t give him a chance to reply before you grab the front of his shirt and make him turn. You move him back towards the couch and push him to sit on it, earning a soft grunt as he hits the couch.

You’re back on his lap again in an instant, kissing and nipping at his neck as your hips instinctively move against his in a slow grind. You can feel your arousal pooling between your legs, and every touch feels magnified as you feel the material of his sweatpants brushing against your bare legs. You’re wearing a hoodie and sleep shorts; you were ready for a lazy day at home, but now, you have other plans.

When you feel you’ve given his neck enough attention, you get up and kneel in front of him, hands spreading his legs far enough for you to fit between.

You raise his crop top with both hands, holding it high enough for you to see his entire belly, and you trail your eyes up to meet his gaze slowly.

“Love your tummy. My pretty boy.” you murmur before you lower your lips to his tummy, starting to kiss just below his chest. He watches you with a dazed expression as you press gentle kisses down his tummy, moving up and down and left to right above his belly button. You can see from the corner of your eye that his hands are firmly placed on the couch, fingers digging into the material as if he’s itching to touch you, and you lean back just enough to speak.

“You can touch me, baby.” He listens immediately, putting one hand on the side of your head as he lets out a deep breath, and you hum happily as you lower your lips back down to meet his tummy. You move down below his belly button, keeping eye contact as you kiss over the freckles and scars that you’re sure you don’t want to know the stories behind.

With the way he’s looking down at you, you’re positive that he’s never been worshipped like this before. You know he likes worshipping you, and you’re sure he’s done it with every partner he’s ever been with, but with the way his breath is catching in his throat and his cheeks are red and hot, it’s clear that he’s not used to the attention being turned onto him.

And as you kiss down his tummy, you’re not sure why he’s not used to this. He’s a gorgeous man, obviously, and you don’t think you can point out a physical imperfection even if you tried.

He lets out a soft whimper when you remove one hand from his crop top and slide it down his tummy to the bulge in his sweatpants, palming him slowly while you take your lips away from his hot skin right above the waistband of the sweats sitting low on his hips.

His hand moves down to your cheek and he brushes a thumb over your chubby cheek, and you smile. You ghost your other hand down his tummy as you continue to move your hand over his leaking cock, and when your hand finally reaches the waistband of his grey sweats, you take your other hand away from him and tap his thigh lightly.

He lifts his hips easily, and you pull his sweats and his boxers down his legs in one swift motion, grinning as his cock springs free, tip bright red as it slaps against his soft tummy.

“You want something, pretty boy?” you ask in a slightly teasing tone, mouth watering as you try to focus on his face. He nods desperately, his hands clenched into fists as he resists the urge to take matters into his own hands and push your head down until you’re choking and gagging on him.

“Please.” he practically whimpers, and your smile turns into a smirk. You spit into your hand before you wrap it around his cock, pumping him a few times. He licks his lips, groaning as he watches your hand move, and then a breathy plea escapes his lips again, and you giggle softly.

You don’t tease him any further, however, and you lower your mouth down to lick a firm strip up the underside of his aching cock. He moans, watching you intently as you swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, licking the bead of precum and humming softly.

His hand finds the back of your head, and your eyes dart between his eyes and his tummy before you push yourself down as far as you can, feeling him hitting the back of your throat as tears form in your eyes.

The groan he lets out is music to your ears, and encourages you on, moving slowly up and down on his cock as you moan around his length. Your sounds vibrate up his cock and through his entire body, and he throws his head back against the back of the couch as he gently guides your head up and down on him.

You lower as far as you can again. The hair on his pubic bone is tickling your nose, and you can hardly breathe, but with the way he’s whimpering and squirming under you, you don’t care. While one hand stays on his thigh, keeping yourself balanced on your knees while the carpet beneath you digging patterns into your skin, the other moves up to his tummy again. Your fingers dig into the flesh, and he tilts his head back down to look at you again, his eyes wide as the moan dies on his lips.

“Jesus Christ, you’re killing me.” he whispers, and you pull away from him with a quiet pop, your lips wet and pupils dilated.

“Love your tummy, baby.” is all you say before you lower back onto him again, moving with increased fervor as you move your hand from his thigh to the base of his cock. You move your hand and your mouth in unison, desperate to bring him release, and he groans, feeling his high quickly approaching.

What finally sends him over the edge is when you pull your mouth back from his cock for a split second, continuing to pump him with your hand as your mouth goes down to kiss and lick his balls. He doesn’t even have time to warn you before he’s cumming all over his soft tummy, white hot cum dripping down his skin as he looks down at you with hooded eyes.

You give him a smile, mumbling a “so good for me” as you lean back before you stick your tongue out and begin to lick up the cum littered across his tummy. Your eyes move between his cum-covered tummy and his face as you clean him off, and if he wasn’t so overwhelmed right now, he’s sure he’d cum again at the sight.

When you’re sure you’ve gotten it all, you lean back, giving him a sickly-sweet smile as you stay on your knees between his legs.

“Do you believe me now, baby?” you ask, and he nods quickly, swallowing and taking in large breaths.

“I think I do.” he replies, and you beam.

“Wanna do one more thing.” you murmur, eyes already on his tummy as you lean back in, mouth going to the soft flesh a couple inches above his hip bone, but not quite on his side. He knows what you’re doing as soon as you start, and while he knows he probably shouldn’t let you; he can’t bring himself to stop you.

You pull back after a moment, admiring the big, dark mark you left on his skin. You then make eye contact with him, giving him a sheepish smile.

“You like it?” you ask, and he finally tears his gaze off of your face and to the work of art you’ve just created on his flesh.

“I love you.” is all he says before he takes your hands from his thighs, urging you to stand up. You squeal when he hoists you up by the back of your thighs and into his arms, giggling as he stalks into the kitchen and sets you down on the counter. He still has the crop top on, and you’re fully clothed, which, for some reason, excites you.

“Gonna show you how much I like it.” he purrs before his lips find yours, kissing you desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him impossibly closer, aching to have him inside of you.

“Keep the shirt on.” you whisper against his lips, and he chuckles as he pulls away, grabbing your ankles and pulling your ass to the edge of the counter. You fall back onto the counter as he tugs you, giggling as he looks down at you with dark eyes.

“With pleasure.” he murmurs before he’s yanking at your shorts, eager to finish what you started.

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[alkaysani]

most random headcanon i have is that you know that christmas postcard of buck that he sent to maddie? the one that she took into her hand so delicately after doug trashed the tree? the one she kept with her years later?

the photo on it? chimney took it

[whatsourmotto]

Roaming free in my imagination, after Buck and Tommy walked past Gerrard with looks of contempt on their faces, we'd see Buck slowing down his pace to wait for Tommy in the background of Gerrard's asshole face, and it'd be blurry but we'd see Buck place a firm reassuring hand on the small of Tommy's back, his thumb making a soothing movement on the fabric of the uniform, as they would fall into steps together and walk off. And that's when the scene would cut.

[scottishaccentsareawesome]

Seriously though, I do desperately wanna see Tommy threaten to beat the shit out of Gerrard if he messes with Buck

and Hen witnesses it, and she tells Buck about it later

And Buck is a bit taken aback because he and Tommy had actually had a fight about Gerrard that morning when Buck had been complaining about Gerrard andTommy had told him that issuing complaints clearly doesn’t get rid of Gerrard completely, so Buck’s just have to suck it up like Tommy did for all those years he worked with him

…But then he threatened him in Buck’s behalf

so when Buck gets home that night, and Tommy is already there because he wants to apologize for that morning, Buck absolutely tackles him and smiles and says, “God, you really are a Beast, aren’t you?”

[firehousewithaview]

Do you guys think Eddie makes sarcastic comments to himself alot when he's at home? Or when he's just not around other people?

Because we see him do it in the treasure hunt and then with Buck on the couch and now I'm obsessed with Eddie keeping up a sarcastic running commentary of his life under his breath.

What's more is I'm sure Christopher's caught him at it so many times, probably Buck too.

[cthulhum]

does anyone realize how crazy it is to have the actor of a mostly headcanoned queer ship say the fans were never crazy and they were right all along after 10+ years of everyone just absolutely going nuts over the said queerbaited ship

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

9-1-1 Headcanons/Crack

A/N: I found this hiding in my drafts and giggled to myself way too much to not post it lmao.

- Athena kills the spiders. Bobby nopes the fuck away from them as soon as he sees them.

- The team prefers Buck stay away from large amounts of caffeine. Now it's bc they're terrified his heart will give out but before the lightning it was bc the adorable little shit would be bouncing off the walls after one RedBull. (Oh how I miss the days when caffeine gave me that kind of boost)

- Cat People: Buck, Hen, and Bobby

- Dog People: Eddie, Athena, Maddie

- Maddie & Buck take pinky promises VERY seriously. To them they're as serious as signing a legally binding contract or even selling your soul.

- Buck has a tiny adorable sneeze and it's never just one, always a minimum of three. Eddie & Bobby both scream sneeze but usually only once.

- God forbid Buck gets the hiccups. Bc not only do they last forever but he acts like they're gonna kill him.

- The one time the team managed to have a horror movie night the entire living room was covered in popcorn by the end of it bc Buck & Eddie hate horror movies and every time they got jump scared they flung their popcorn. And holy shit Buck screams like a girl. One of the scares made him scream so loud that he scared Eddie who was sitting right beside him who then launched his popcorn over his head and everyone behind them got showered in popcorn before the bowl landed on Bobby's head upside down like a hat.

- Nobody will even mention a haunted house because one Halloween, Hen snuck up behind Buck and whispered boo. The poor goof started flinging his arms around and accidentally smacked the shit out of Hen.

- Saw a meme with Buck thats said something about whats the word for when your hands are bisexual. Here's my take. Buck was trying to explain that he is ambidextrous one day but couldn't remember the word. "Damn it, what the hell is the word for when you can- for when- bisexual hands?!" Hen laughed so hard she nearly pissed herself before answering him "Ambidextrous, Buck."

- Saw someone headcanon that Hen and Buck bought Eddie a fake plant and convinced him was real as a prank. I think pranks are a common occurrence around the 118 but that prank specifically is the longest running and is stil going despite the fact that Buck nearly bursts into a fit of giggles every time he sees Eddie water the damn thing. Eddie actually knows its fake but his friends get a kick out of it so he plays along.

- The word's hippopotamus and Worcestershire are running jokes/challenges for the 118 team. For hippopotamus the challenge is to fit as many ps in there as possible. For Worcestershire it's just seeing who can pronounce it the most incorrect way.

- Buck loves to research shit right? He also enjoys reading. However, just because he can read big words doesn't mean he pronounces them correctly. The team is often lovingly correcting him on his pronunciation. Or sometimes he'll straight up spit out a word and hope they can play auto correct for him and figure it out.

- Hen can smell a budding romance from a mile away. She's also the queen of bets. So far, she holds the record for most bets won amongst the 118.

- Somehow various slang has made its way into 118's vocabulary. No one will ever forget the night Buck made dinner and Bobby took a bite before proceeding to claim it was "bussin'". Or the way Eddie always tells people "don't be so salty."

- The best people at sensing when Buck is about to be Buck are Maddie, Bobby, and Athena.

- Occasionally, someone will host a grill out and yep you guessed it, Bobby and Chimney man the grill (mostly Bobby) in full dad attire. When asked why, their response had the same vibes as "for shits and giggles".

- Buck has taken a liking to the phrase "Fuck it we ball," which terrifies everyone.

- That one tiktok audio but make it Eddie & Buck: Eddie: *lots of angry spanish* Buck: Someone tell me what he's saying! Wtf is he saying?! Dude, I don't speak Taco Bell! Buck can somewhat keep up with and understand it when Eddie is speaking slowly due to his time in Peru but damnit his brain doesn't process fast enough to translate the angry Spanish.

- Everyone has a habit of leaving their LAFD hoodies laying around and Buck has a habit of picking them up and pulling them on when he's cold without paying attention to what name is on the back. He once wandered up to dinner with Diaz written across his back. No one batted an eye except Eddie who pointed it out. Buck's only response was, "I knew this didn't smell right." Buck has also been caught wearing Bobby's hoodie a few times.

- Wait a damn minute. Let's talk scents. Buck wears a cologne that smells like cinnamon and fire. Eddie has a sandalwood or pine vibe. Chimney wears a citrusy scent. Bobby has an herby scent like maybe rosemary or just mint. Hen has a warm and cozy scent vibe to me so maybe vanilla and leather.

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