#Buck spoils Chris wip

[bidisasterevankinard]

Don’t spoil him because you feeling guilty (just love him how you really mean it) 

buddie / G / 4321 words

“First of all, if I remember right, two months ago you were too old to have plushies,” Eddie points, looking at his son. He even portrays how Chris said it to him, which causes Chris to roll his eyes in response. “Don't roll your eyes, Christopher Diaz. Secondly, we agreed that since I'm buying you the fancy console you dreamed of, you don't ask for anything else for a whole month, do you?”

Christopher sighs but nods in agreement. Eddie can't help but smile at how cute his son looks and raises his head to share this moment with Buck, who is not standing next to them. Eddie almost starts to panic when he sees Buck at the checkout.

He returns a minute later and hands the penguin to Chris, who lights up brighter than the sun.

or, 5 times Eddie tries to understand why Buck spoils Chris more than ever after his coma, and 1 time Buck tells him why

[beyourownanchor6]

inspiration saturday

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—i know i haven’t been around lately, but i’ve still been working away on chris doesn’t come back au, so have another random snippet of that 🫶🏼

Eddie shook his head as he stepped toward Buck, tapping his finger close to where Buck’s rested on the counter.

“I didn’t mean—I love that you asked about [redacted]. It’s—you’re always worried about others, because you care Buck.

“Yea I…well I’m not sure that’s such a good quality.”

Eddie tilted his head in confusion. Buck removed his hand from the counter and twisted to lean back against it with his arms crossed.

“If—if I wasn’t so concerned about other people, I wouldn’t have lost Chris that day.”

He tried to look away, but Eddie was quicker, bringing his hand up to cup Buck’s face so he could twist it back towards him.

“Hey, you did everything you could Buck. If you hadn’t have saved them, you know how many more people would be dead? How many more people wouldn’t have gotten back to their families?”

Buck knew he was right, and that if he could go back, he’d no doubt do the same thing. But he still hated it, still had regrets.

He shook his head. “I don’t—you weren’t there Eddie.”

Eddies thumb brushed beneath his chin, soft and endearing.

“Then tell me about it Buck, please.”

Buck found himself leaning into Eddie’s touch, closing his eyes at the warmth and familiarity.

“We-we were safe, playing-playing I-Spy. Chris told me that uh, that he didn’t give up, like Dory.” Buck paused to take a breath, the water seemingly still creeping in on him. “The wave it-it came back. I should’ve-should’ve held onto him…should’ve—let the others drown.”

The last word came out almost a whisper, haunting even Buck himself.

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[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday

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I'm so, so close to finishing honey, when you call my name (yes my immature ass is laughing and snorting over every joke to be made there) and don't want to spoil anything. SO. I accidentally started a new wip collab with James @diazsdimples... whoops. Here's a bit of that.

Eddie flips around and buries his face in Buck's chest, but stays silent. It’s nice here, being surrounded by Buck, by his partner. His person. The way he pets Eddie’s hair and talks in a soothing voice, like he does when Chris has a bad day at school or feels Shannon’s absence more than usual.  Perhaps if he curls into the warmth and safety of his husband, enough time will pass and Eddie won’t ever have to admit to anything. He’s well aware of what’s upsetting him but can’t bring himself to say it out loud. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

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[dangerpronebuddie]

Hiii for the wip ask Big Damn Hero and Like Bloodstained Wood

Hi Nonnie 🥰

Big Damn Hero is my bodyguard Eddie and Actor Buck AU! I just started it a few days ago, but I already love it. Buck is receiving anonymous threats and Bobby hires Eddie, a recently unemployed cop, to be his security detail. I don't have much written yet, but I do have a pretty solid plan. Here's a little something for you:

“Buck has been receiving anonymous threats for two weeks now,” Bobby says. “He refuses to let me involve Athena, and his publicist feels the same.” Athena chuffs and folds her arms. She doesn't pout- Athena Grant never pouts- but it's a near thing. “So what does this have to do with me?” Eddie asks. “We were wondering if you'd be willing to be a sort of security detail for Buck,” Bobby says. “Glorified babysitter to a spoiled movie star?” Eddie scoffs. “Guys, I love you, but that's not for me.” “I wouldn't be talking like that about the guy you flirted with all night,” Athena comments with a knowing smirk. Eddie feels his face heat, even as he frowns in confusion. “You mean I was talking to Buck?”

Like Bloodstained Wood is my 7x03 AU. I was kinda hoping for some whump, but alas. Oh well! I fixed it lol. Long story short, Eddie goes missing on the cruise ship and is presumed dead. Buck blames himself, Bobby blames himself, and no one is having a good time. I cannot tell you how much I've cried writing this one. For example:

Bobby opened the door. A fresh wave of tears sprung to his eyes at the sight before him. Buck stood outside, his eyes red rimmed and puffy. He worried his lip between his teeth, and his shoulders were hunched around his ears. “It was my fault,” he said in a broken whisper. Bobby pulled him inside and into a hug. “It wasn't, kid.” “I should've gone with him,” Buck sniffled. “I knew it was a bad idea for him to go alone, but I didn't push it, I didn't… Bobby, I didn't save him. I promised I'd always-” His voice broke in two as a sob shook his entire frame. Bobby held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “It wasn't your fault, Buck. You couldn't have known,” Bobby said, his own voice shaking. Frank had tried to tell him that about the entire ordeal. “I should've,” Buck hissed. “I should've. Chris lost his father because of me.”

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[tails89]

Fuck it Friday

I was tagging by @spruceoutoffive 😊😊😊

Posting another Whumptober wip. I think I’ve started 8 or 9 now. Hopefully I can keep this up.

“Hey,” Eddie calls over his shoulder to Buck. “Are you still coming over after this?”

“Yeah, I need to grab a few things from the apartment,” Buck says, fingers working at the buttons on his shirt. “But I’ll be over before Chris gets home from school. He wants to come with me to get snacks for his sleepover.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and pulls his sweater on over his t-shirt. Buck catches the expression and pokes at Eddie with a finger. “What’s that look for?”

“Nothing.” Eddie shakes his head with a smile. “You know the reason he asked to go with you is because he knows you’ll cave and let him get all the junk food.”

Buck shrugs, his cheeks flushing pink. “It’s one night, Eds. I can spoil him a little… as a treat.”

Laughing, Eddie shuts his locker and picks up his bag, hefting it over his shoulder. “A treat for who— you or Chris?”

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[monsterrae1]

WIP 🚧 WEDNESDAY

Tagged by the amazing @dickley-buddie thank you!

All I’ve done is outline my future wips so here’s a little tease of the Baby fic outline that hopefully won’t spoil much:

On his 31st birthday Buck makes a silly wish. He’s at the Diaz house, Maddie and Jee and the 118, are there too, and they’re all celebrating his birthday among family, after the year they had, they’re happy to be back together, and when Eddie comes out of the kitchen with the cake and puts it in front of him, taking Jee from Maddies arm afterwards so she can take the pictures (Eddie’s always have a thumb on the corner of it, so he’s not allowed to do so) and Buck stares at him and Chris, and all the feelings swimming on his stomach multiply at the sight of him hugging a toddler, so when he blows the candles he isn’t thinking, all he knows is that he wants this, for the rest of his life, just him, and Eddie and Chris and maybe a baby of their own to add to the mix.

The party goes on, and when everyone leaves, Buck stays with the Diaz, crawling into bed with Eddie in a very, very platonic way.

They get woken up next morning from a cry, Buck’s confused, he’s pretty sure they didn’t babysit Jee last night, and as far as he can remember, him and Eddie don’t have a baby, but when he sits up, right there in a corner of the bed there a bassinet, two chubby arms reaching out from it.

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[chronicowboy]

seven sentence sunday

(on monday lol) thanks for tagging me @brotherslynchs ily!! so here's this. quick! guess whether its a preview of the next chapter or a new wip!

"Sounds great, Buck." I love you. "You'll never not spoil him, will you?"

"Eddie, quite frankly, if I could, I'd buy that kid NASA even though I know he'll be back on Ancient Egypt next week."

Eddie loves him.

So much.

Like a crazy amount.

He's definitely going to die today.

Or, at least, ruin his days without telling his best friend he's madly in love with him streak.

"Eddie, I think its mixed enough now." Buck says softly, prying the whisk from Eddie's fingers.

"What?"

"The batter." Buck blinks at him. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry. Totally fine." Totally not head over heels in love with you hahahaha. Fuck. "Just hate letting him down is all."

"You aren't letting him down, Eddie." Buck grabs him by the shoulders, hands burning through Eddie's thin sleep shirt. "You're giving him everything you can."

"Yeah and its still not enough."

"Eddie." Buck snaps. There's an anger to his voice that Eddie's heard very few times before. It makes him blink in surprise. "Do you know how many times I would have killed for my parents to even try?" Eddie feels his own anger spark to life then. The same way it always does when Eddie is forced to think about the Buckley parents. "Even if it had have been ruined somehow, I still would have been happy to know that they'd tried. But Chris knows how hard you try for him every single day." Buck ducks until Eddie meets his eyes. "You're the best dad I know, Eddie."

"What about Bobby?"

"Ah, but has Chris ever walked in on you in nothing but an apron?" Buck steers Eddie over to the kitchen table and sits him down in the chair.

"Not yet." Eddie says under his breath, immediately harassed by an image of sexy firefighter Buck in nothing but his turnout pants—with the suspenders. He raises his voice again, "what about Chim?"

"He's a great dad, but he's only been doing it for just over a year." Buck wrinkles his nose. "And his dad jokes are truly a human rights violation."

"Wait, is that why you and Athena handcuffed him to the railing in the loft the other week?"

[mistletouchunderthetree]

For the WIP meme: happily

So I don't have happily BUT I have quite a few 'happy's! I'm not sharing all of them (there's a lot, plus it's used frequently in a major scene I don't want to spoil!) but here's a couple!

Buck looks over at him, his head still ducked down, and he looks warm and happy, his eyes twinkling.

“They treated him like a pariah, and they treated me like – well. They weren’t happy that I stayed friends with the gay kid.”

“Oh, Abuela will be happy to see Chris and Buck,” Eddie says as they walk into the house.

WIP meme: Send me a word and I'll post a sentence from the reunion fic that uses that word!

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

Tagged by lovely @911onabc thank you 💙

more from Buck spoils Chris

Ao3

Eddie arrives at the loft after finishing his errands, which he has been running all morning, and when he opens the door he is greeted by a picture of laughing Buck and Chris eating cookies surrounded by a pile of dirty dishes. Cookies are cooling all over the kitchen and there are enough of them to feed a small army.

“Looks like I missed a lot of fun,” Eddie says, trying to count the number of cookies in the apartment. “Can I find out the reason that the loft looks like a sweet tooth's dream?” approaching Buck and Chris, Eddie pours himself milk into a glass, which he understands they have prepared for him in advance, and takes cookies from the plate.

Eddie almost moans from the taste. Cookies just melt in his mouth and the taste is great. A big plus is to fall in love with a guy whose father figure is a great cook, you know that you will always be well-fed. Eddie is very grateful to Bobby for all his cooking lessons for Buck, and is also grateful for Buck's perseverance in wanting to get better at cooking. His stomach rumbles happily at the thought of all the dishes that Buck has already prepared for him.

But now he is more interested in the answer to his question. It's unlikely that all these cookies are for the three of them, and Eddie doesn't remember anything about any bake sales at school.

“I wanted cookies and asked Buck to bake them. But then I thought about the fact that I had talked about Buck's baking more than once at school, but never brought anything, so I asked Buck to bake cookies for the whole class,” well, Eddie was right about the small army.

“Did you at least say thank you to Buck for making so many cookies on his day off?”

Chris nods, and Buck says, “he didn’t have to, I liked to do it.”

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[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

I finally wrote something in this stupid heat 🎉 and I want to share it

Here is part from 5 times Eddie tries to understand why Buck spoils Chris more than ever after his coma, and 1 time Buck tells him why

Ao3

It starts a month after Buck wakes up from his coma. They are in the zoo, three of them, as Buck still feels not best sometimes and prefers not to drive for now. And Eddie actually prefers not to let Buck out of his vision if he is not on shift. Because every time when Buck is not around when Eddie can't turn and see Buck smiling at Chris, and then turns to Eddie and smile even brighter, if he can't see how Buck’s breast moves without a tube in his throat and know that Buck gets oxygen through his nose, and not tubes of ECMO machine, Eddie starts to go crazy. Nowadays if Buck doesn’t immediately respond to his message, Eddie feels stuck near the ward of his second most important person, not daring to enter, not wanting to see the life leaving Buck’s body. So yes, Eddie joined the traditional trip to the zoo, to be closer to his boys.

“Buck, Dad, look, it's a new collection of plushies. Can I have a penguin please?” Chris asks and makes his best puppy eyes and pouts. Eddie thinks he can see not a twelve-year-old teenager in front of him, but a seven-year-old boy again and he would say yes, cause he's a weak person when it's to people he loves. But Chris asked for an expensive new game console for his birthday, which will be in two weeks, and they agreed that this month he would no longer ask for any gifts.

“First of all, if I remember right, two months ago you were too old to have plushies,” Eddie points, looking at his son. He even portrays the manner in which Chris said it to him, which causes Chris to roll his eyes in response. “Don't roll your eyes, Christopher Diaz. Secondly, we agreed that since I'm buying you the fancy console you dreamed of, you don't ask for anything else for a whole month, do you?”

Christopher sighs but nods in agreement. Eddie can't help but smile at how cute his son looks and raises his head to share this moment with Buck, who is not standing next to them. Eddie almost starts to panic when he sees Buck at the checkout paying the penguin.

He returns a minute later and hands the penguin to Chris, who lights up brighter than the sun.

“Here, Chris, I didn't buy you a console, so I can let you buy it,” Buck says and turns to Eddie smiling so cute, he looks like an angel that Eddie can’t even be mad at him, but he doesn’t want Buck to spoil their son. So he looks at Buck with arms crossed and eyebrows raised demanding an explanation. “ C’mon, Eds, don’t be mad at me, please, “ Buck bats his long eyelashes and pouts and Eddie melts. He nods, but still tries to stay firm.

Chris runs ahead on the way to the ice cream cafe, and Buck and Eddie follow him.

“Next time, don’t spoil him, please. We should teach him that you can’t have everything you want. Sometimes we should say no to him, no matter how hard it is and how you want to put all the whole world at his feet,” Eddie says and Buck just nods, but Eddie sees something flicks in Buck’s eyes, but he quickly changes his thoughtful expression to a smile that makes Eddie's world glow even on the darkest days.

“We should. I promise not to buy him a second portion of ice cream now. No matter how he would beg for it,” Buck tries to put on a stern face, but they both just laugh, so loudly that passersby turn to look at them.

Eddie hopes he will never lose it again.

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[bidisasterevankinard]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

I think it's a little bit more when seven, but I'm lazy to count

It's more from 5+1 Buck spoils Chris and Eddie tries to understand why fic. First snippet

Ao3

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Buck still hasn't fully come to terms with what happened to him and more often than not he sees clouds of sadness and pain thicken in the once pure blue, light like the sky on warm summer days without clouds, eyes. However, Eddie may notice how his smile or joke takes these clouds out of Buck's eyes. It makes him believe that maybe they got closer to where they were going after Taylor and Buck's search for the "right couch." Or to be more precise, from the moment they shook hands for the first time in the locker room on his first day.  But for now, that's not something he should worry about. Buck is recovering and he needs time and Eddie is ready to give it to him. Just knowing that Buck is eager to spend all the time possible with him and Chris is enough for Eddie. For example, now he is tired and goes home, where his boys have cooked him dinner and are now watching a movie, cuddling on the couch. And that's enough for Eddie for now. Because Buck volunteered to stay with Chris as soon as he felt strong enough to do it. And even before that, he came here and stayed with Chris and Carla, just to spend extra time with Chris. And Eddie will never stop feeling incredibly happy knowing that Buck loves his son so much.

Not tagging anyone cause it's like really late (for me it's 11 am monday actually), but if you see this and want to share something do it, it's your tag

[hippolotamus]

get to know your fic writer

tagged by the lovely and talented @stereopticons @jesuisici33 @heartshapedvows @wikiangela Thank you mwah! 😘

When did you post your first ever fanfic?

July 24, 2021

First character(s) you wrote for:

I had always written for OCs and never considered writing for established characters until I met David and Patrick from Schitt's Creek. After a few months of reading SC fics I finally wrote something of my own.

Main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Currently Buck and Eddie, but I also write for Alexis/Twyla and David/Patrick

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

I’m not sure I have any? Technically I’ve not really written Lucy before so exploring that currently is interesting. Does that count?

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

911, Schitt's Creek

Platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Currently Buck and Lucy but I also love writing David and Stevie.

Romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Buck/Eddie, Alexis/Twyla, David/Patrick

Your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

Fluff, First kiss, POV David Rose

Your current platform where you post your works:

AO3

Snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

This is a future scene that I don’t think really spoils anything. But I love it and what I’m not sharing made me ugly cry so…

Buck cups his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there. He gets a grunt in response that makes him chuckle under his breath. “Sleep well, sweetheart.”

Stiff, achy joints make getting out of bed much more of a process than it used to be. Eventually he swings his legs over the mattress and puts on his slippers. After relieving himself, he shuffles to the kitchen for breakfast.

The routine hasn’t changed much in the years since they retired. A few more prescriptions have found their way into the medicine cabinet, and neither one of them eats a hearty meal like they used to. But Buck still starts by turning on the radio and getting coffee ready for when Eddie wakes up, the same way he has for decades.

While the coffee maker gurgles, dripping the precious liquid into the pot below, Buck gets his own breakfast ready. He pulls out a container of plain yogurt, then some berries Chris brought from the market yesterday. Slowly, steadily Buck assembles a small bowl with his ingredients, topping it off with honey and granola. Before he takes it to the table he fills a mug with coffee, cream and sugar for himself, and sets an extra mug out for Eddie.

An old country song he can’t remember the name of anymore plays on the radio. The singer croons about a Mexican maiden and a young cowboy, wild as the Texas wind. Buck looks to the doorway and smiles to himself thinking about the young cowboy who swept him off his feet so long ago.

Eddie’s hair has turned completely gray, coffee brown eyes have dulled, surrounded by wrinkles and crow’s feet, and there’s nothing quick about his movements anymore. Not that Buck’s any better. It doesn’t stop him from seeing the ruggedly handsome man with the devastating smile that could always stop Buck in his tracks.

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