#I have 5 911 fics

[lover-of-mine]

First line/ Last Line

Rules: Pick your 5 most recent fics and list the first and last lines, no context.

what if one of these days i go and change your name

Buck is a magnet for trouble.

"I know, baby, I know."

i won't let nobody hurt you

The consistent buzzing is somehow shaking the whole bed.

And standing there, Buck can't help but think this is what home feels like.

for everything we are (everything we’ve been)

If you asked Eddie why he remembered it at that moment, he wouldn't be able to tell you.

"Nowhere else I'd rather be."

this surprise ending i’m depending on (could be the story of another us)

Buck is on a date.

And walking alone to his bedroom is just heartbreaking enough to feel tragic.

tick tock goes the clock

One.

With the confirmation that the clock won't start ticking again.

Imma tag @alyxmastershipper @housewifebuck @cowboy-buck if they like doing it.

[typicalopposite]

Thinking of Tommy not with a cat… but a kitten… I mean a tiny, could fit comfortably in the palm of his hand with plenty of leg space, probably wasn’t even old enough to be away from her mother but he found her outside by some trash cans and he couldn’t just abandon her, little bby kitten. And she immediately adopts this big hulk of a man as her new mother and when Tommy shows up at Bucks with her in the hood of his pull over (because that’s where she keeps crawling up to and getting inside and he has actually — honest to god — put on backwards so she can sleep in her little makeshift cocoon, but against his chest so he can drive without fear of crushing her) Buck has to fight the urge to just wither away from the adorableness of it.

[flimsy-spine]

my favorite madney scenes: [4/?] ⇢ Buck, Actually, 2.08

[burnthatbridge]

far from my care and keeping

buddie (side buck/tommy, mentioned eddie/marisol) | T | 3k | angst, pining, one-sided feelings realization Buck's in hospital, but that's nothing new. What is new is the extra person in the waiting room. That, and Eddie's understanding of his own heart.

Another day, another visit to the hospital.

They should be used to this by now: sitting in the sterile space off the main hallway, waiting, waiting, waiting. It should feel routine, ordinary, typical with how often they find themselves in the situation. But Eddie doesn’t think it’s ever going to feel that way when it’s one of them behind the doors fighting for their life, the rest sitting anxious on the other side. He wishes the universe would stop adding instances, would cease trying to make it, force it to be, normal.

It’s the usual crew; they’re practically all there: Eddie, Bobby, Hen, Ravi, Maddie, Athena. Chim had taken Jee-Yun from Maddie and left with her about an hour after Maddie arrived — it’s getting late, past Jee’s bedtime. And Karen is at home with the baby and Denny. Eddie is lucky Marisol was supposed to be coming over for dinner anyway, that she offered to get Chris and stay with him till Eddie could leave. Athena showed up at the end of her shift with coffee and donuts for everyone, caffeine and sugar to keep them going.

Eddie’s cup is sitting cold on the table, his donut already split between Chim and Ravi when he shook his head in a refusal of it. He’d struggle to eat or drink anything in his condition, plus the knot in his stomach is too large for anything else to fit. It’d come back up, and he’s afraid of what else might spill from him with it.

It’s the usual crew. Plus–

“Hey,” Tommy’s voice sounds. Eddie looks up to him crossing the floor towards them, not at a run, but not far off. “What happened? How’s he doing?” he asks, directed at Eddie, as his eyes sweep over him, take in the state of him.

“He’s– It was–” Eddie tries, but his mouth is dry and the lump in his stomach extends to his throat too, blocking it, making him choke on the words.

Hen, sitting in the chair next to him, takes over. “He’s in surgery.”

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[sibylsleaves]

you're almost home (i've been waiting for you to come in)

18k | rated M | chapters 3/5 | read on ao3  “You’re really starting over, then,” Eddie says. “That’s what I wanted,” Buck replies. “Clean slate, you know?” “Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need,” Eddie says, knocking his shoulder against Buck’s. “That should go without saying.” When Buck had hastily packed his bag and slipped out the door to his Jeep, he hadn’t really known where he was heading for the night. He thought about going to Maddie’s place, or even Albert’s new apartment, but in the end he’d driven himself here—to Eddie’s. Buck moves in. Eddie comes out. Things get a little messy.

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JULY

“Let’s start heading down so we get a good spot.”

There’s still a half inning left, but the Dodgers’ victory is a foregone conclusion at this point. There are already tons of people milling on the stairways, streaming out from the rows of plastic seats. It’s a little difficult for Chris to navigate the tight walkways and steep stairs, so Buck keeps his hand on his shoulder to steady him as they move through the crowd.

Eddie trails after them, picnic blanket tucked under one arm.

By the time the make it down to the field, the game is over and the gates are unlocked. Fans pour onto the field. Chris finds a good spot, and Buck unfolds the picnic blanket, spreading it out on the grass. His gaze drifts over the other groups clustered around them, mostly young couples and families.

He settles on the blanket next to Eddie, and realizes that’s what they must look like. A family.

He sinks into the fantasy of it. He looks down at where Eddie’s hand rests on the picnic blanket, and he wants to take it. Wants to lean his head against Eddie’s shoulder and watch the sky light up with sparks.

Ever since the morning he woke up in Eddie’s bed, Buck’s been doing a lot of thinking. He’s thought long and hard about what he’s going to do about these feelings, and he’s come to a decision: he’s going to do nothing.

Everything is so good right now—Chris and Eddie and the 118. And Buck. He feels like he can breathe again, like maybe the ground has stopped shifting beneath him and he can finally find his footing again.

The firework show starts, to applause from the whole stadium. Buck grins, looking automatically over at Eddie.

Eddie’s already looking back at him, his gaze dark and steady. When their eyes meet, Eddie smiles, and then tilts his head toward Chris, who is looking up at the fireworks with unbridled delight. The little glance is an invitation—look at this kid, Eddie’s gaze says. Look how happy he is.

Buck knows he’s unspeakably lucky to get to be part of moments like this. To be the person Eddie invites into them.

Bruce Springsteen blasts through the stadium speakers and the sky lights up with showers of sparks and Buck doesn’t need more than this. Just a place here beside Eddie and Chris. He can keep his feelings tucked neatly away if it means he gets to have this.

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[icyfox17]

kiloran

"Please," the vigilante speaks again, tearing Bobby's eyes away from the wound and back to his mask. "No hospitals." And, fuck, Bobby can't say no to him. It'll—it'll be okay. "Okay," he says, and he's surprised at how steady his voice is. "No hospitals. But you can't pass out on me now, okay? I need to go to the bathroom to grab supplies. You have to stay awake." - Or, Buck gets shot and the only person he trusts enough to go to is Bobby. That, however, does not mean that Bobby knows who he is.

Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Bobby Nash Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Gunshot Wounds, Evan "Buck" Buckley Whump, Protective Bobby Nash, Worried Bobby Nash, Bobby Nash is Evan "Buck" Buckley's Parent, POV Bobby Nash, Vigilante Evan "Buck" Buckley, Civilian Bobby Nash, they are both still firefighters tho:) Complete | 2,380 words | Read on Ao3

[naturegirl555]

I honestly think my favorite ao3 trope is 5+1 things. Something about it is just always gonna hit!!!!!

[queerweewoo]

When there's now this thing in your life, a new thing between you and another person, a thing you can't quite put your finger on to be able to try and describe it.

When you start to become so comfortable with this person that they start to become your person, and before you're really aware that anything has changed between you, you've just suddenly become one hundred percent theirs.

When you then get so close to that person that you don't really realise that things have shifted so significantly between you, because it's so infinitesimally and yet so dramatically all at once, and because everything just feels so damn right all the time and exactly the way you feel things are supposed to feel, so why would you ever think about changing it?

When it dawns on both you and that person—maybe one of you gets there before the other, maybe both at the same time?—that the two of you have moved on from being just friends and are morphing into something else, so seamlessly and with such ease that you don't have to question it, because it is just a thing that sort of is now.

When your touches become lighter, lingering things, softer and warmer and more frequent than before, and occurring much, much more and in a very different way than with anybody else in your life.

When you and your person and this thing that you now share become more wanting and more needy, and yet somehow so unerringly steady, and also so wonderfully and assuredly grounding and immovable, all as one, all at the very same time.

When together, you become more.

When you find you have found your way to your person, and to this thing, the thing that you now mold and nurture and that molds and nurtures you, slowly; unwaveringly; absolutely; discovering that it's helps you to move in new ways and to unfold as a person, to breathe, to settle into yourself.

When you have this thing (all of these things) in your life and realise that this is it, this is the thing they've been writing about throughout the ages.

When you realise that this thing—your thing—is a thing called love.

[moonlightperseus]

(and you know) we're on each other's team

post 7x04 | buckley siblings | 525 words | also on ao3

“I kissed Tommy.”

Maddie, to her credit, does not choke on her coffee. She does however take way more of the hot beverage into her mouth than she intended and it burns as it goes down. 

“Or, uh, he kissed me and I—I kissed him back—because I liked it—liked kissing him. And we’re, uh, he’s picking me up Saturday—for a date.”

Maddie is aware that Buck is waiting for her to say something but her—looking for her approval brain is still trying to catch up, and all she can think to ask is— “Tommy?” 

“Yeah, y’know, uh, Kinard…” He trails off, staring at his hands.

Buck’s shoulders have hunched up and his entire posture is sinking in on itself in a way Maddie recognizes all too well, and—finally—her brain exits the loading screen it was stuck on. 

She reaches out to place a hand over his and feels him tense and then relax ever so slightly under her touch.

“Hey,” she says softly, waiting for him to meet her eyes, “I’m proud of you, this is a big thing to discover about yourself, and I’m so proud of you for embracing it. Thank you for telling me, Evan.” 

The tension drains from him completely, and Maddie gives his hands a gentle squeeze before retracting her hand.

“So, Tommy,” She leans back in her chair a bit and fixes him with her best inquisitive older sister gaze, “how’d that happen?”

“He came over to my apartment to, uh, apologize to me, actually, for ‘causing bad blood between me and Eddie’ which was—incredibly sweet but so backward because I was definitely the one causing any ‘bad blood’ with how stupid I’d been acting all ‘cause I was feeling jealous that Eddie was getting all his attention.” 

Maddie blinks, reminded why her brain had stalled out before, because—yeah, that was definitely not what she was expecting the follow up to her brother’s unusual behavior this past week to be.

“You were jealous—of Eddie?” 

Buck shrugs, “I mean, yeah, it explains why I was acting like a—and these are your own words—’fourteen year old girl.’”

“Right,” she studies him for a moment, he looks—at peace, in a way she’s not sure she’s ever seen him before, like a weight lifted from his shoulders. “And Tommy—he makes you happy?” 

“I mean all we’ve done is kiss and talk a little ‘cause he had to leave for a shift, but—yeah. I really liked kissing him, and I’m so excited for our date—like, I don’t think I’ve felt this excited about a date with someone since—since Abby.” 

Maddie softens, because for all her issues with Abby, she knows how important that relationship was to Buck. That this is important to Buck now. That the smile on his face is one she’s never saw when he was with Ali, or Taylor, or Natalia. 

That his happiness is something entirely genuine.

“Well, maybe just try avoid an emergency tracheotomy this time around?” 

Buck groans, burying his head in his hands, “I never should’ve told you about that.” 

[watchyourbuck]

Inspiration Saturday | Poisoner AU⚕️

Eddie Diaz is a highly skilled master poisoner. His shelves are adorned with Siren’s Tears, Belladonna, Arsenic, Aconite, and everything else he needs to kill humans and magical beings.

Evan Buckley is a trained detective with a double life. He works for an association that wants to unveil the secrets of the powerful sorcerers that rule the Kingdom, while being a Nymph himself.

Eddie is sent to poison Evan for turning over too many stones, some that could be detrimental for his Grove.

While on his mission, Eddie discovers Evan’s secret, and decides to stay hidden.

As the days go by, Eddie can’t help but to feel attracted to Evan’s aura, falling somehow in love with the man he was sent to kill.

The Leader of the Grove grows impatient, and decides to poison Evan himself.

Eddie must choose between saving the man he loves with an antidote only he can create, or being loyal to the men and women who saved him after his parents died.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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[lover-of-mine]

No, but this is definitely my most controversial opinion, but the whole thing with Buck and Eddie being the same age comes back to the fact that they are mirrors of each other. Down to the tattoos with mirrored placement, yes, but like, narratively speaking too. They've been running parallel to each other their whole lives and them being the same age makes that even more intense. Eddie had to grow up too fast and Buck didn't have to grow up at all. Eddie was forced to take care of more than he could and Buck was never allowed to care as much as he wanted. Both of them ran because their lives were overwhelming. Buck gives Eddie the tools to slow down for the first time in years while Eddie gives Buck something he's allowed to care about. They're two sides of the same coin. They complement each other. They're each other's missing piece. And that's so much better when they're the same age.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

WIP Wednesday

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thanks darlins!

it's been a rough few days but i managed to crank out a little something for my calls fic last night. for context, this phone call takes place during 5b when eddie has gone to texas and buck is teasing eddie because ofc he is

“In all honesty I thought the jail option was most likely to occur. If that makes you feel better.”

“Strangely, it doesn’t,” Eddie deadpans.

A snicker that has no right being as cute as it is pours out of Buck. “Hey, I would have come down there and bailed you out. Even had a bag packed and waiting by the door just in case.”

Eddie hums in bemused acknowledgement then bites at his lip. He’s not sure exactly what he is afraid will fall out of his mouth on the tail end of that hum, except for how he knows exactly what wants to spill out of him, and he can’t let it, has to catch it before it takes shape in the balmy air before him, glowing within the embrace of moving shadows and dancing moonlight before it skitters halfway across the country to blink bright and dangerous before Buck’s eyes.

This writhing, animalistic, sweet, glorious thing within him that begs and pleads and rages and screams to be let out, to be given true life, to be named aloud instead of only in the safety of his head, purpose given through simple syllables, is so incredibly hard to resist and almost impossible to hold back, especially because Eddie knows that Buck would undoubtedly drive all the way down to Texas at the drop of a hat if Eddie needed him to.

And he thinks–well, he thinks Buck wouldn’t react badly to the secret confession that has lived in the depths of every exhale. Three simple words chained to the tip of his tongue, clacking against the back of his teeth, stretching dangerously every time Eddie opens his mouth. No, Buck wouldn’t flinch or run away, he would simply take those chains in his hands and hold them like they weighed nothing. He would smile down softly at them in that naturally sweet and hand crafted way of his, and on a good day Eddie thinks Buck would lock those chains around his own ribs, ensuring they stay with him.

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But Eddie doesn’t know what would happen next. He doesn’t know if they would hand each other keys to what has been locked away for so long or if Eddie would only be weighing Buck down with something Buck can’t return but will steadfastly carry anyway.

Eddie is too scared to find out, panic still fogging up his head, not as dense or scary now, but still hindering.

Besides, Buck has Taylor.

That’s a fact Eddie has to remind himself of too often, especially these last few months when it’s felt like Eddie has had so much more of Buck than she ever will.

He’s a little ashamed of the sick satisfaction that fills him at the thought, but not enough that he doesn’t allow himself to feel it.

Eddie swallows, forcing himself not to choke as the sweetness of his love mixes with the bitterness of its cage, the messy reality of what if’s and could be’s sticking roughly to the flesh of his throat.

It’s not an unfamiliar taste. In fact, it’s one he knows all too well. You’d think that would make breathing around the scraping edges of words he can never say easier, but it doesn’t. He struggled with it as a boy learning for the first time that he wasn’t supposed to give voice to the things filling up his head and burning in his chest. He struggled with it as a teenager experiencing a love that did its best to make him feel as young as he was. He struggles with it as a man who holds and juggled a million titles (father, brother, son, firefighter, friend), but by now he’s perfected talking around the phantom shapes that are lodged at the back of his mouth.

So, even though it’s been a few moments since Buck’s last, teasing comment, the quiet between them growing and evolving in a way that doesn’t make Eddie squirm for once, blending in with the blurry edges of night that hold him steady and close, he replies as if they never missed a beat, because they haven’t really, even when they do stumble they are always able to get back to where they originally were. “Glad to know you have such faith in me, Buckley.”

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[derangedsynthpop]

so i've been thinking right? i've been thinking and thinking and thinking right? thinking why the fuck did what tommy said during the break up that totally didn't happen sound so familiar? and then i remembered. i fucking remembered. i remembered this part of a bucktommy fic i was working on back at the beginning of fucking JUNE. anyway, uh here i guess

[set-phasers-to-whump]

whumptober 2023 masterpost!

day 1 - "how many fingers am i holding up?" - illya kuryakin

day 2 - thermometer - illya kuryakin

day 3 - broken - sakari nurmi

day 4 - shock - illya kuryakin

day 5 - "it's broken" - illya kuryakin

day 6 - "it should have been me" - gereon rath

day 7 - alleyway, radio silence, "can you hear me?" - john reese

day 8 - outnumbered - illya kuryakin

day 9 - shaking - illya kuryakin

day 10 - broken phone - shawn spencer

day 11 - animal trap - eddie diaz

day 12 - red - eddie diaz

day 13 - cold compress, "i don't feel so good" - eddie diaz

day 14 - water inhalation - illya kuryakin

day 15 - makeshift bandages - sakari nurmi

day 16 - brass knuckles - illya kuryakin

day 17 - "leave me alone" - illya kuryakin

day 18 - tortured for information, "hit them harder" - peter sutherland

day 19 - aftermath of failure - sonny carisi

day 20 - blanket, found family - milosz nowak

day 21 - "don't move" - shawn spencer

day 22 - glass shard - gereon rath

day 23 - shadows, "who's there?" - william murdoch

day 24 - examination - william murdoch

day 25 - storm - illya kuryakin

day 26 - seeing double, working to exhaustion, "you look awful" - sakari nurmi

day 27 - "let me see" - peter sutherland

day 28 - bloody knife - neal caffrey

day 29 - troubled past resurfacing - sakari nurmi

day 30 - borrowed clothing - sakari nurmi

day 31 - "take it easy" - john reese

[burnthatbridge]

illicit affairs

buddie | E | chapter 1 of 8(ish) | 3k | just a boy helping his boy bestie figure out gay sex, with a side of infidelity This is how it starts: Buck goes on a date with Tommy. How it goes from there, Eddie can't even begin to explain.

Chapter 1: born from just one single glance

It’s in the aftermath, when Bobby and Athena are safe and being checked over and the 118 plus family and friends is piled in the waiting room as usual — they all have their preferred chairs with how often they’re here — that Eddie’s unfocused mild interest in this new guy who his friends trust, turns to sharp notice. 

Eddie has to step away to call Carla, to let her know they got Athena and Bobby, to assure her that he’s fine, Buck’s fine, they’re all fine. And then he spares an extra moment to text Marisol because he knows she’ll see the news soon, if she hasn’t already, and will worry.

After, when he returns to the waiting room, Tommy’s in his seat. Eddie doesn’t really have a specific one he favors so much as he always takes one next to Buck. So, it follows that, Tommy is now sitting beside Buck. 

When Eddie left, Buck’d been pale-faced, and shaky in a way he wasn’t when Bobby was missing and he had a goal to focus on. Eddie hadn’t wanted to leave him, but it was Buck who’d said didn’t he need to call Carla? Let Chris know they’re okay?

Eddie pauses across the room and regards the scene before him. Tommy is leaned in, chatting to Buck, making wide, expressive gestures with his hands as he does. Buck’s still more grey than pink in the cheeks and one hand is clutching the arm of his chair, but he’s stopped picking at the patch of peeling paint he’s about tripled in size over their past handful of waiting room residences and there’s a hint of a smile curling the side of his mouth, which had been a grim line before, waiting for the doctor to report back on Bobby and Athena, waiting to be allowed to see them. 

“He’s in good hands.”

Eddie starts at Hen’s words. She appears from behind him carrying two paper cups of what Eddie understands from experience is the worst coffee known to man. He used to force it down because caffeine is caffeine, but he can’t anymore. It reminds him too much of the three minutes and seventeen seconds that were some of the worst of his life.

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[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

9-1-1 LONE STAR IS CANCELLED 😭😭😭💔💔💔

The article I read said it's pretty dang definitive, not gonna get picked up but I just. Not only is it my favorite of the 9-1-1s, it's a huge loss of queer representation. And I just. I know that technically/to a lot of people, 9-1-1 is a better show. But not enough that it deserves to be picked up and Lone Star doesn't.

I'm angry and I'm sad and I'm real tired of this happening xd. Not to even mention that we'll go through the final season without Sierra. Just pay your freaking actors, and this wouldn't happen.

I'm never forgiving Fox for this

RIP 9-1-1 Lone Star, there's still hope for you in my heart :'(( <3