#buck wrote this on his clipboard

[lonelychicago]

A LIST OF THINGS EDDIE DIAZ DESERVES by evan buckley

you deserve to be happy,

you deserve to smile so big and so strong that it makes your cheeks hurt and your eyes shine brighter than the sun.

you deserve to be free to be whoever you want to be,

free to love whoever you want to love.

you deserve bones that only ache from falling asleep on the couch on movie night, with your head on my shoulder and my arm around you.

you deserve quiet days in your kitchen with us washing the dishes while we laugh about the dumb joke your sister sent you

you deserve watching your kid grow up and learn and love

you deserve to watch at the family you chose and feel proud for how far you've come

you deserve to be soft and let yourself cry whenever you need to

you deserve tenderness

you deserve a full night of sleep, peaceful and nightmares free

you deserve breakfast in bed, my head between your thighs

you deserve to tangle your fingers in my hair, my lips worshiping every inch of your body— even the parts you think are broken

you deserve to scream yourself hoarse, not from sorrow or sadness

but from pleasure and happiness

you deserve someone who'll stay

you deserve someone who'll love you anyway

[tommygotwrittenoff]

buck and eddie would be the most insane PTA moms ever, actually. because eddie loves his son and being a bitch and buck loves bossing people around with a clipboard and being involved.

[dangerpronebuddie]

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Hi Daffi 🥰

I finally got unstuck on this one! I could not figure out where exactly it was going, but I think I have a sorta solid plan now. I wrote... way more than three sentences 😁.

Clipboard Buck fic:

Buck looks up from his phone. “Did you know there's such a thing as comphet?” Eddie frowns and flops down beside Buck. “No? Is that… computers or something?” Buck chuckles. “No. It's this idea that a lot of people feel like they have to act straight, even though they aren't.” Eddie tilts his head. “So… like dating a woman when you'd really rather date a man?” “Yeah,” Buck nods. “It goes hand in hand with assumed heterosexuality. It has a lot to do with our own internalized homophobia, like how we were raised and what we were taught.” Eddie nods in understanding. He remembers sitting through Sunday school, hearing over and over again that being gay was a sin. Distancing himself from his gay best friend in middle school because his mother didn't want him being exposed to “those people.” The word “gay” being used to make fun of boys who weren't “manly” enough. His entire life, he was corralled into a pattern of behavior everyone around him deemed acceptable. The only people to never do so were Pepa and Abuela. If he wanted to have his nails painted while Pepa did hers every Saturday, she let him. And helped him remove it with a sad smile before his parents came to pick him up. If he wanted to stay inside and cook with Abuela, she'd scold his cousins for making fun of him and let him help. When they moved to LA when he was about fourteen, he wasn't allowed to help in the kitchen. Adriana, who'd rather help Ramon work on the cars, was forced to help cook while Eddie “learned some useful skills.” Eddie feels like the rug has been pulled from under him. Most of his life has been trimmed to fit into a cookie cutter idea of what a man should be.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

more buddie becoming dads thoughts

I would love to eventually write this as a proper fic but in an attempt to shift a bit of a writing slump and justify the nights I've fallen asleep plotting this out, here's how I see the birth of Buck and Eddie's first daughter going in a trans Buck AU. Because you know nothing goes simply for these two idiots, they're trapped in a procedural drama, there's got to be some Shenanigans. Kind of a follow up to this fic I wrote!

Putting under a cut for mentions of male presenting pregnancy

So Buck having to be on restricted duty was obviously a Whole Thing but he knows it has a time limit, he's not going to be wielding a clipboard forever so he makes his peace with it. That and he's so exhausted, he's falling asleep on nearly every flat surface in the station house.

But he's right at the end of his pregnancy and there's a big disaster. A carnival is in town but a storm hits and theres a flash flood and trees coming down and power lines falling so the 118 rush into action. And Eddie is working when he sees Buck drive up in his pick up, in sweats and an old army hoodie of Eddie's. Of course Eddie is beside himself worrying about him, trying to get him to go home but Buck won't have it, you need every hand you guys can get, nothing bad's going to happen to him while he just sends people to reunification tents and puts bandages on people. Eddie has to admit he's right so he has to let him just get on with it, though he makes him Swear to keep in contact with him regularly.

So Buck is helping out with the organisation side of everything, Eddie is with the 118 managing the disaster. And they've got things pretty much sorted out, they're the last ones left on scene when Athena comes marching up, practically dragging a very coy looking Buck behind her, with an expression like he got caught kicking a soccer ball through the kitchen window. Athena says she hopes you guys have an ambulance left over because she's just found out that Buck's been having contractions for hours. Buck just mutters that his waters broke a while ago too, he didn't mention that...but he's fine!

Cue the 118 piling into the ambulance, Athena giving them a police escort, Bobby getting behind the wheel, Chim beside him calling Maddie on FaceTime, Hen in the back with Buck and an internally screaming Eddie. But the storm is still so bad, travelling is hard, the roads are washed out so in the end it falls to Hen. She jokes mildly that this is a little more of Buck than she ever wanted to see but, of they weren't going to make it to a hospital this is a pretty good second option? Buck grunts that he never liked hospitals anyway.

So they pull up on the side of the road and after a pep talk from Maddie over the phone, Eddie holding his hand so tight and murmuring over and over how much he loves him, a lot of yelling about why the hell did she have to inherit his massive head, they have their tiny baby girl. And Buck's just grinning a mile wide and holding her tight because holy shit, he actually did it. Eddie murmurs of course he did, he's fucking incredible.

So it's messy and chaotic and Eddie begs Buck to never do that to him again but it's still one of the best days of their lives

[30somethingautisticteacher]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @typicalopposite @judymarch15 @nine-one-wanton and @bangpop91

---I'm still grieving and honestly not sure if I'll be able to finish Shattered but here is a taste of what I wrote for chapter 17 pre-breakup.

***

Buck sat up in bed, just taking it all in. He knew it was going to be a crazy day, but right now it was early and quiet, and he was so full of happiness that he could burst. Today was the day. His wedding day, the day he would commit to forever with Tommy. His Tommy.

A soft smile played on his lips as he thought about the man who had become his everything - his protector, his soft place to land, his biggest cheerleader. Sometimes Buck still couldn't believe that Tommy was his.

He felt his fiancé stir next to him. They had spent the night together because Buck couldn't bear the thought of waking up without him on their wedding day. Plus superstition seemed silly when Buck knew no matter what came their way they'd be okay. They were stronger together.

Buck's mind flashed through their time together, everything they'd been through. The early days of the amputation when Buck felt like his whole world was crashing down - Tommy was there. Tommy let him cry and feel the depths of his despair but then pulled him out of it and helped him push forward. Tommy was there when he had to learn to walk again. Tommy never let him see himself as less than. He pushed just enough and let Buck know that it was okay to have bad days and it was okay to mourn.

Buck felt his eyes fill with tears as the memories washed over him. The warmth of Tommy's unwavering support, the strength of their love through every challenge.

"Hey, baby. Baby, what's wrong?" He felt strong arms wrap around him.

"Happy tears," Buck managed, leaning into Tommy's embrace. "They're happy tears."

Tommy pulled him closer, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. The quiet intimacy of the moment, just the two of them on the morning of their wedding day, felt perfect. They had weathered so much together, and now they were about to start their next chapter - as husbands, as parents, as partners in every sense of the word.

"This time tomorrow you'll be Mr. Kinard," Tommy whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down Buck's spine.

"It sounds good, doesn't it?" Buck replied, turning to face his soon-to-be husband.

"So good, sweetheart." Tommy's voice was soft with affection.

Buck's gaze turned heated as he looked at Tommy. "Should we... you know? One last time before we're an old married couple?"

"I don't think anything's gonna change in the bedroom, at least until after the baby comes," Tommy laughed, his hands already sliding up Buck's back.

"But you definitely don't have to ask me twice," he added, pulling Buck in for a deep kiss.

As they lost themselves in each other, both men felt the significance of the moment - their last morning together as fiancés, about to embark on the next chapter of their lives. Their touches were filled with love, desire, and the promise of forever.

Later, as they lay tangled in the sheets, trading lazy kisses and soft caresses, Buck couldn't help but smile. This was exactly how he'd wanted to start their wedding day - wrapped in Tommy's arms, feeling loved and secure, ready to face whatever came next together.

"I love you," Buck murmured against Tommy's lips.

"I love you too, baby," Tommy replied, pulling him closer for one more kiss before they had to start their busy day.

"Okay, my sexy organized man. What's on the agenda?" Tommy asked, an amused smile playing on his lips.

Buck reached for his ever-present clipboard. "Let's see. Wedding morning sex - check."

"Wait, you put that on the agenda?" Tommy asked incredulously.

"Of course," Buck said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, making Tommy laugh.

"Next up, a hearty breakfast. Which should be arriving-"

"Boys, we're here!" Maddie's voice rang out in a singsong tone from the front of the house.

[bidisasterevankinard]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @ebdaydreamer thank you so much💙😘🫂

Yes, it's not seven sentences, but I finally wrote something and not just something but vegas drunk marriage wip (yep I'm writing not chronologically a lot)

“Let’s go to Vegas!” Buck says excitedly. “We have a week without Chris, and you never were in Vegas, I never was in Vegas. We deserve a good time there. I also still have some math abilities so we can put them to use in a casino,” Buck smiles brightly, and Eddie can’t even think about the reasons why they can’t have this trip. They both have their savings, and they can save so much money using only one room as it is what they have been doing anyway for months already. And Eddie wants to have a good time with Buck just for them. Just for him. He would like to try some things he missed while trying to be a perfect son, husband, and dad.

“Yes, let’s do it,” Eddie nods and Buck’s smile grows bigger. Eddie wants to kiss it from his lips, but what’s new about it?

“Perfect,” Buck takes his laptop from the coffee table. “We need to choose a hotel, buy tickets and plan what we are going to do,” Eddie tries to escape from the couch, slowly moving away from his best friend. Buck is clearly going into ‘clipboard Buck’ mode now, and Eddie doesn't really want to become his hostage until Buck is satisfied with their choices.

“Ah, ah, Diaz, you stay with me,” Buck says to him, not even moving his eyes from the screen. “We are doing it together or I’ll go and take a clipboard,” Eddie sighs and prepares to spend the whole evening on the couch.

Tagging with 0 pressure, but I would love to read smt if you have 💙 : @useramor @jobairdxx @panbuckley @911onabc @heartbeatdiaz @alyxmastershipper @elvensorceress @bi-buck-coded @honestlydarkprincess @buddierights @the-likesofus @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @transbuck @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @wikiangela @gentoodiaz @transboybuckley @bekkachaos @housewifebuck @bigassdiaz

[911-on-abc]

for the wip tag 7 and 8 👀 

hi anon!! thank you for the ask

#7. abandoned Secret Service AU

ah the Secret Service AU, my white whale. I originally developed it for another fandom but it just never worked, so when I got into 9-1-1 I was like oh!! Eddie slots really well into this -- his canon backstory matched the backstory I created -- My plan was to have Eddie be the Governor of Texas, already widowed, and the rest of the 118 would make up his secret service detail during the last leg of the campaign. Buck would've saved Chris during a flash-flood in Austin, Texas à la tsunami. Eddie getting shot in the show folded in really well.

The only problem was that it was really out of character. I could never see Eddie as a politician, plus dude had a mental breakdown over Ana, he could not run a country!! I would also have to age him up and change all this other stuff. Basically, it would've be too difficult for me to suspend my disbelief to make this all work. C'est la vie.

#8. 9-1-1 What If (S7 spec script)

I'm sooo glad you asked about this one!!!! Ahh! I love reading scripts and I find writing them to be very natural bc I always focus on dialogue and blocking first and then build the scene & prose around it.

After S6 ended, I started thinking about what I wanted to see for S7 and wrote a couple scenes. Every season starts with a big event/disaster and I decided that season 7 would start with a cruise liner crash at the LA Port (Athena and Bobby were not on it!! although... hmm...)

There are some Buddie moments in the first episode to set up their relationship arc (couch shopping! couch shopping! couch shopping!), but my favorite scene so far is this madney scene:

INT. MADDIE AND CHIMNEY’S HOUSE - DAY MADDIE and CHIMNEY are sitting at their kitchen table, covered in wedding planning materials. CHIMNEY holds up swatches of fabric to show MADDIE.

CHIMNEY Okay, tell me which tablecloth you like better. MADDIE I don’t know, Howie, they all look the same to me. CHIMNEY No, they are clearly different. This one has a cooler tone and this one has a warmer tone.

MADDIE does not look impressed.

CHIMNEY.  Come on Maddie this stuff is important. MADDIE You should just let my brother help you with this. He cares much more about this wedding stuff than me. CHIMNEY No way. I am not letting ‘Clipboard Buck’ anywhere near my wedding.  MADDIE He can’t be that bad. CHIMNEY  That man is a menace to society when he has a checklist. MADDIE Chimney, the color of the tablecloth or type of centerpieces don’t matter to me. All that matters is having you and Jee-Yun with me.

CHIMNEY looks at his fiancee with a besotted expression on his face. After a beat, he turns in the direction of the living room holding up the pair of swatches.

CHIMNEY Hen, which color do you like better? Snowy Fields or Vanilla Cream?

HEN is laying on the ground with her new foster child, [NAME], approx. [age]. JEE-YUN is with them, playing with toys.

HEN Nah, do not get me involved in this. My wife planned our wedding, both times. This is her area of expertise, not mine.

The door bursts open with KAREN holding bags filled to the brim with wedding supplies. She has a wild expression on her face.

(I'm going to cut it off here!! I hope you like!)

this is part of the wip tag game! if you like any of them, send me an ask!!

[trinrose3]

Don't Judge me a on the writing I wrote 1356 words in like an hour and a half at 1/2 am, but I wrote a little something to go along with this since I couldn't get their introduction to each other out of my head :}

James sighed as he walked down the hall, cane clicking in rhythm with the squeak of his shoes. Today was like any other day; absolute total chaos. Then again that is to be expected when you work in the pediatric wing of a hospital. Looking down at the paper on his clipboard he took note of the next patient and their room location. 

Jane Doe. Room 307.

He would say that it was peculiar to get a child or few who either refused to give up their name or pretended to not remember, or well, actually not remember, but that would be a lie. Children or teens would often try to get away from their home life or avoid being brought back into it. Not that he can blame them; he himself had found his own little way to escape both his family and the foster system when he was younger. Lucky him.

 He felt a headache coming on.

He paused outside of the doorway to the next room. Taking a deep breath in, James prepared his face with a smile; a warm up for the bedside manner he prides himself on. He could hear chatter from behind the door; considering it wasn’t shouting, he took it as a good sign.

James opened the door, a greeting on his tongue at the ready, only to be interrupted by a girl with an unfortunately, and painfully, familiar accent.

“—I’m saying is I think it’s a little obvious as to where I’m from,” said a gravelly, Bostonian accented-voice from behind the stark blue curtains, “ and no, for the third time I ain’t telling you my fuckin’ name.”

“Well someone seems quite chipper,” James chimed in as he pushed the curtain back.

“Oh great, another person to come poke and prod me.” The girl answered sarcastically. 

“Well, you certainly seem to be caught up on the situation then.” He retorted.

“I have a knack for the obvious.” She quipped back.

“Something many people seem to lack.” He bounced back.

The girl scoffed as a lousy attempt to hide her smile, “You can say that again.”

“Now, what brings you here?” James said, taking a seat in one of the nearby stools; his leg seemed to be bothering him quite a lot today, he was glad for the seat.

Jane Doe quirked up an eyebrow and sluggishly gestured with her hand, “Isn’t that what that chart is for? I fainted on the sidewalk cause I was hungry.”

“That is what that chart is for, but I meant more so in the general area; I’m not that incompetent at my job you know.” James jested. 

“Could have fooled me.” Replied the nurse who had been quietly setting up an IV.

Swiveling in his chair, he feigned a look of hurt, “Here I was, thinking I was your favorite doctor to work with.”

“You’ll live.” 

“You wound me.”

“Good thing you’re a doctor in a hospital then.”

“I suppose so.” James said, turning his attention back to his patient who seemed to be sporting a look of disgust, boredom, and disbelief, “Now, where were we?”

“You were about to let me go.” Said the girl, freckles almost blending in with the angry red of her face.

“I will once we get your guardian to sign—”

“NO!” She panicked, brown eyes growing wide. “I mean…they don’t…know I’m here; I doubt they’ve even noticed I left.”

She sighed bringing her knees up to her chest, “The only reason I’m here is because I’m looking for someone. I was hoping to have found them by now but..I guess I miscalculated the amount of money I needed and ended up being short a good few bucks.”

“Does this person have any legal guardianship over you?”

“No, but—”

“Do they have the contact information of anyone who is—”

“Can you drop the whole legal guardian thing for a minute?” She snapped.

James raised his hands up as a yield.

Rolling her eyes she sighed,”The whole reason I’m out here is so I can get away from them. They’re shitheads to say the least; not that I think you would understand.” Her shoulders sagged, “Maybe you can help me look for them? Get them to sign my release papers? Something? Anything but them and anything but that stupid ass CPS; they don’t do shit.”

James took a glance at the nurse as she shrugged her shoulders in refusal to play angel or devil on his shoulders; it was no secret that he had a soft spot for those who had a..familiar family situation to him growing up. After all, it was one of the main reasons why he wanted to become a doctor in the first place. 

He sighed, “Alright fine, who is it that you’re looking for exactly?”

The girl seemed a bit shocked, suspicious even, as she opened and closed her mouth and darted her eyes around the room.

“My older brother,” She stammered out, “I only really know that he might be in this area…”

He gave her a dry stare.

“I mean I know his name and shit,” She quickly added, “Just not his exact location.”

He grabbed a pen off of his coat pocket, “Can you give me this brother’s name? Or must I refer to him as John Doe as well,”

She gave a sarcastic laugh, “Funny.”

James clicked his pen.

“His name is James.”

He paused, forcing his body to not tighten at the sound of his own name.

James swallowed a lump in his throat,”Does this..James have a last name?”

‘It’s definitely not Doe,” She joked, giving a half smile, only for it to fade as she took note of the doctor's suddenly serious expression.

“His last name is Jackson. He should be like…in his thirties or something by now? Don’t really know much other than he was some big nerd as a kid and practically speed-ran the education system or whatever.”

James felt like he was gonna vomit. 

That was his name. Was this a sick joke? Some cruel prank? Did his parents send her? Did he get caught? Was he in danger? Was Amelia in danger? Oh god was his daughter in danger?

He didn’t notice the look of shock on the nurse’s face, or the confusion on the girls, or the look of concern on the other doctors, nurses, and even visitors as he rushed past them. He didn’t notice his slamming of the doors, the pain shooting through his body, tightness in his chest, or the pools of tears in his eyes.

He slammed the door to the Doctor’s Lounge, not even paying attention to the heads spinning to look in his direction as he slowly slid to the floor.

James just sat there; Catatonic. 

For how long? He was unsure. 

What day was it? What year was it?

Why did he feel so small?

Why did everything feel so loud?

Why did he want to cry? 

He could barely make out any of the blurry faces or their words or the feeling of a heavy blanket now being carefully, oh so carefully, draped over his shoulders. 

How…embarrassing, was the first thing he could think of as he slowly came to. He hated how that was his first thought. It wasn’t uncommon for a doctor to break at least once in a while, he’s seen and even helped a few of his co-workers through their own. But him? He wasn’t one who liked to be so openly vulnerable with others.

 A few doctors and even the nurse from earlier stayed nearby, unsure of what to do, almost too afraid to approach.

The lump in his throat was back, and so was the headache. 

Who the fuck was that girl? He wanted to deny any relation to her, mainly out of fear but…The soft brown of her eyes, the sharp angle of her jaw, her triangular nose, were all too familiar to him. He had seen those features on his own face; his parents’ faces. 

There was no denying it; Jane Doe was Jane(or whatever her first name was) Jackson. 

“Fuck.”

[wikiangela]

my 911 fics ranked by how much fun i had writing them - based on the ranking by @sibylsleaves bc it seemed fun, thank you for the idea ❤️

as of now I have 34 buddie fics (lmao what), so I did a top 10 (it was hard to narrow down tbh because I generally have fun writing all my fics, but this is the top 10:

1. For a holiday (and forevermore)

Eddie's sick of personal, intrusive questions about his love life whenever he visits his family, so he starts bringing Buck for the holidays as his (fake) boyfriend. He only wants to shut them up, and doesn't expect that the small crush he has on his best friend could actually turn into something more...

my first (and for now only) buddie multi chapter fic, inspired by the movie holidate (2020) - I saw the movie and had a vision, and this started - I'm having so much fun writing this, even if some chapters are more difficult (and it's getting away from me and they do what they want lol) - and writing Eddie so oblivious and so deep in denial is just so fucking fun, overall 9.5/10

2. I can't love you any more (than I do now)

Eddie's pretty sure he and Buck are dating and kind of living together. Neither acknowledges it, until Eddie finally does.

this is my newest one rn, and it's disgustingly fluffy and domestic, and I loved writing it so much, needed some fluff with all the 6b stuff - and I've been looking for an excuse to use this song as a fic title lmao (it didn't turn out exactly how I wanted, but writing it was a blast fr haha) 9/10

3. There’s no way that it’s not going there (with the way that we’re looking at each other)

5 times people wrongly assume Buck and Eddie are together + 1 time it's actually true.

wrote this two years ago and I remember having a lot of fun with that - now there's about a hundred things I'd do differently with this one, but I enjoyed writing it at the time haha (this is also THE fic with the most kudos out of all of my fics out of all of the fandoms for some reason? lol) 8/10

4. we got time (but we're only human)

“We got time, Eds.” Buck chuckles. “Not enough.” Eddie’s voice breaks a little. Buck squeezes his hand. “We almost ran out of time, and I can’t just wait until it happens again, Buck. Besides, life is short. We’ll never really have enough time, because a lifetime with you wouldn’t be enough." Or, Buck wakes up from his coma, and Eddie, done with wasting time, confesses his feelings.

post-6x10, but fluffy and happy, really loved writing this one, had a great time with it, 8/10

5. Who said this is a good idea?

Buck and Eddie are drunk, their inhibitions are low, and things escalate pretty quickly.

one of the fictober22 prompts, one of the easiest and quickest to write somehow, had fun with this one 7.5/10

6. You love this, don't you?

Clipboard Buck makes a reappearance, and Eddie's forced to confront his feelings.

this was supposed to be a silly clipboard!Buck fic, but then it got horny so I wrote a second chapter (while lowkey cringing at myself bc it's kinda out of my comfort zone lol), and I had a blast writing it, even if it lowkey sucks (idk if it does, I'm harsh on myself lmao) 7.5/10

7. Fine

Eddie’s foot feels heavy on the gas pedal, while his hands grip the steering wheel tightly, to prevent them from shaking. He’s driving almost on autopilot, while trying his best to compartmentalize and focus on just getting to the hospital, trying not to think about Buck- about what’s happening in the back of the ambulance right now. Or, after the drive to the hospital after Buck's hit by lightning, Eddie loses it. Sort of 6x10 coda.

It was easy to write, the words were just pouring out of me, and I think I blacked out for the last 1k words, it's the saddest thing I've written lol 7/10

8. You're making my head hurt

Eddie's really tired and accidentally confesses his love for Buck.

accidental confessions are my fave to write, I just feel like it'd fit them, and it might not be my best, but I had fun writing it, 7/10

9. don't know what I'd do if your tomorrow never came

He can’t help but think that this is some kind of sick joke from the universe, which he doesn’t believe but he knows Buck would. “The universe is screaming at you and you refuse to listen” is what Buck said once, it feels like a lifetime ago. He didn't believe it, then, either. And now the universe is mocking Eddie, having him have to tell their kid about Buck, just like Buck had to tell him about the shooting. Eddie doesn’t know how Buck did it, how he had the strength, because he’s on the verge of breaking down and shattering into a million little pieces. Or, Eddie goes home to tell Christopher about Buck getting hurt.

post 6x10, only this low bc I started writing it and loved it, and then I didn't have time to finish, so I got back to it later, and kinda struggled with the second half ngl haha gotta learn to write shit down as soon as it comes to me fr, 6.5/10

10. I think he knows

Eddie just could not tear his eyes away from him. And Buck finally noticed, looking back at him. “What?” “What? Nothing.” Eddie felt his face heat up, as he took another sip of his beer. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Buck’s piercing gaze was still on him, and Eddie felt as if he could read him so easily. “Like what?” he decided to play dumb. Maybe he’d succeed. “I don’t know.” Buck responded slowly. “You’re being weird tonight. Well, you’ve been acting weird for the past few weeks, actually.” “Weird how?” Eddie frowned, his heart hammering loudly. He knew how. But was he really being that obvious? Or Eddie's crush is becoming really obvious, so he does something about it.

it was just a silly idea about them getting together happening in the kitchen, it got away from me, I had a lot of fun with this one, even if it didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it to, but I don't think as much as the previous ones (it's so difficult to rank those fr) 6/10

[buckgettingcrushed]

Ok i’m screenshotting my own tags of myself derailing completely what @bilosan ‘s post was about but i wrote those and its running away with me. its the way buck Loves costumes and themes we know this. The bachelor party. The thing in s1 where bobby talks to buck about what putting on thebgear Means. The way u gove him a clipboard and he becomes a menace. i really want to writr it now hhnngghh i dont have time but i want to. Buck discovering himself through drag and blossoming. He already understands the underlying concept. Its a way to be in the spotlight on his own terms. It can be a way to don a different persona to deal with things. Buck as a queen where her whole schtick is that she keeps dying and coming back. Overly exaggerated gore and comical injuries. And/or a total daredevil persona except this time its Intentional and Safe . Idk im delirious from lack of sleep but

[dangerpronebuddie]

Ooh!! I love your wip, please do 😭📋📋📋🥵🥵🥵💙💙😎😎😎 thanks 🥰🥰

Hi darling thank you!!! 🥰🥰 So sorry I'm answering this like three weeks late, the words have not been wording. Scrolled through my asks last night and saw this one and wrote a lot more than I was expecting to. Thank you!

Verbal Abuse fic:

“Christopher said you're seeing a therapist again,” Helena says, her mouth a thin line. Eddie never bothered telling her about therapy. She doesn't believe it helps. “Yeah,” Eddie nods. “Have been for months.” “Pity you didn't start before you traumatized your son into running away,” she says, casual as anything.

Clipboard Buck fic (oh look, Maggie's projecting):

Eddie works his jaw in thought. He wracks his brain, trying to think of his first serious crush. That friend from highschool comes to mind, but he immediately skips over him to Shannon. Before her, there really wasn't anyone. He remembers his friends fawning over Leticia Montes in third grade. He didn't understand the draw. They didn't know her very well; she was in fourth grade. Eddie didn't know a thing about her. He supposes her dark curls and blue eyes were pretty, but there wasn't anything beyond that. There was a boy in sixth grade his friend Mary was practically in love with that, objectively speaking, was attractive. Eddie still didn't get it. Whenever his friends asked him who he liked, he'd think up the most well known heartthrob as his answer. Unfortunately, he had more than a few friends who would proceed to try and set them up. The refusals became degrading after a while. Eventually, he just stopped answering them. He lost those friends, but he didn't feel all that bad about it.

Sub Eddie fic (it's less than 3 lines but it's all my brain would allow me):

“Relax,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. He doesn't say it out loud, but Eddie hears it all the same. The promise they've kept to each other for years: I'll take care of you, and I trust you to take care of me.

Tanis' fic:

“Fuck, you're beautiful,” Buck says in an awed whisper. For a moment, Eddie thinks he should shy away from the attention. But he doesn't want to. This is Buck. Buck hovers over him, bracketing his head with his forearms. Eddie tips his chin up for a kiss and Buck grins as he leans down. Heat engulfs whatever softness remained from moments before. Buck nips at his lips and licks deep into his mouth, rocking down hard against him as Eddie pulls him closer, closer, closer.

Big Damn Hero (I couldn't not include this moment):

“Yeah, or you know you could… you could have mine,” Buck stammers like an idiot. Eddie does that adorable snort and shakes his hand. “Deal.” Oh, Buck was in trouble. So. Much. Trouble.

Also using this as my WIP Wednesday!

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day 7: free choice

last day for buck week, so i obviously had to include my beloved clipboard!buck where i wrote 8k of nonsense 😁 thanks so much ro for making this lovely cover <33 @ronordmann thanks again for putting this event on!!! 💙 @evanbuckleyweek

rated g | words: 8.4k | read on ao3

summary:

Buck let the fragments fall to the garbage, moving to bang his head against the ladder truck after. Why did he always have the worst luck?

“Here, try this one.”

Buck turned to see Eddie stood there, his eyes not quite meeting Buck as he handed out a package. Raising his brows, Buck reached out cautiously, taking the box in his hands, letting his fingers brush against Eddie’s for longer than was necessary.

“What is it?”

Eddie gave that stern look of his, the one he usually reserved for Christopher when it was time to put the video games away, the man crossing his arms together. “Just open it.”

Ok Eddie; keep your secrets.

Buck took out his pocket knife, using it to cut the tape off before putting it back in place. He carefully opened the package, shaking out the contents into his hands. After pulling off the bubble wrap that surrounded it, Buck took the item into hand, instantly noting its’ sturdiness.

“You—you bought me a clipboard?’”

—or—

Five time’s Eddie gets Buck custom clipboards, and the one time Buck gets Eddie one

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[buddiebeginz]

Some thoughts about the firehouse scene with Eddie and Buck

Buck goes up to Eddie and says “are you sleeping or just pretending?” Interesting choice of words there because I think Eddie has been pretending in his life for a long time. Like how he’s pretending to be happy with Ana, just like he pretended to be happy with Shannon, and how he’s pretended to himself to be straight.

Eddie is laying down at first when they’re talking and Buck has a clipboard almost like Eddie’s at the therapist.

Whenever we get a scene like this with them alone talking it’s hard to ignore the fact that Eddie and Buck have a comfort with each other that they just don’t with anyone else. Eddie talks about “sweating out of places he didn’t know he could” (why does this give me dirty thoughts clearly I’ve been reading too much smutty fanfiction 😝) and Buck starts bugging Eddie with questions about his health because he’s worried.

But it’s clear that neither one of them have to hold back when they talk to each other there’s no judgment and they feel safe to just be themselves. Contrast that to how Eddie is with Ana, how he handles her with like kid gloves and clearly isn’t being himself with her. There’s a definite difference in the way the show is presenting the two pairs.

Even as the convo progresses. Eddie feels comfortable enough to tell Buck how he’s feeling about Ana, he trusts Buck and Buck knows he can tell Eddie his opinion of the situation and Eddie will listen. There’s a natural give and take like partners with them.

Eddie: “You don’t give up do you?” Why do I feel like this line will come back into play somehow in this season. Like Buck not giving up on Eddie and them finally being together

Buck: “You need to tell me if something is wrong!” Buck doesn’t say you need to tell someone if something is wrong. He’s insistent with a direct emphasis on himself. They could have wrote that differently Buck could have said I don’t know what’s going on but at least talk to Ana or Bobby I’m worried about you. But the way this whole storyline has been written in the past two episodes Buck has been involved the way a partner would be. Like in the hospital in the previous episode Buck’s attitude was like a boyfriend who had been kept in the dark about something important. You have to wonder 1. Why does Buck care so much? 2.Why are they writing it like this?

Then there’s this part where Buck assumes the shooting is why the panic attacks are happening and Eddie is quick to tell him that’s not what it is. The music gets serious while they’re talking during this btw too. It definitely feels like Eddie is admitting something important to Buck.

Eddie: “If I’m being honest with myself I think it was Ana.”

Buck: "I thought things were great with her?”

Eddie: “She’s been a god send through all of this. Staying with Christopher, you know but I think that’s what’s causing the panic. Somehow it became a ready made family and I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

While Eddie is talking about how he feels about Ana the camera zooms in on Buck who looks down and then back up at Eddie

It definitely felt he was trying to hold back something.

Buck: “So what are you going to do?”

Eddie: “Think I’m just going to stick it out. Ana’s been the first woman I’ve wanted to spend this much time with since Shannon.”

Like others have pointed out I found the use of the word woman in the there interesting. It’s like he deliberately didn’t say person or man because he knows that the person he’s spent the most time with and who he’s wanted to spend the most time with is right in front of him. The show even reconfirms that later when they’re talking about the zoo on the engine.

Buck: “Stick it out. That’s not the way you talk about someone you’re in love with.”

Another line that really sticks out. Why have Buck word it this way and why have that line coming from Buck? Why have Buck be the one telling Eddie about how it should be with someone you’re in love with?

Eddie: “My kid loves her.”

Buck: “That enough?”

Buck looks at Eddie like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. That Eddie would be willing to settle for someone he doesn’t love and simultaneously hurt them in the process. The funny thing is Buck is doing the same thing with Taylor even if he doesn’t realize it yet so I wonder if this conversation is going to come back and Eddie is going to say the same stuff to him. Will we get a parallel to this mid or end of season 5 where Eddie says to Buck, “is that enough?”

Buck: Eddie I have been Ana, I know what it’s like to be in love with someone who is not all the way in. Deep down you know it and it hurts, it hurts worse than the truth.”

When I first watched this scene I was thinking it was Buck maybe talking about his feelings for Eddie in some way but really he might have just been talking about past relationships like Abby. But Eddy’s reaction here is something. He’s hearing Buck talk about being in love with someone who isn’t in love with you and you can tell it’s making him think, he can’t even look at Buck. And then he just taps out of the conversation.

Eddie: “This just feels like a lot man.”

Buck: “Well, go to sleep. No need to decide right now, it’s not like we’re going home anytime soon.” - Symbolism Buck and Eddie won’t be home together until Eddie figures out what he wants.

I know some people wanted more from this scene but I thought it was a great scene and there was so much there under the surface. Plus we’ve already gotten so much just in these two episodes so far. I can only imagine how the rest of the season will play out because 911 always uses the beginning and last eps to set things up and these eps are saying we’re in for some big things with Buck and Eddie this season.

[outrunningthedark]

it looks like 6x7 is gonna focus on eddie and the bracelet of it all, then 6x8 is gonna focus on multiple characters and then 6x9 is gonna focus on the red flag wildfire emergency of it all - so if were lucky to even get one good buddie scene in all of that which i predict we will since taylor wrote cursed and andrew(?) mightve wrote what's your fantasy but like you i dont have high hopes so if we get it unexpectedly then ill take it

This ask has brought up an important point that I often try to remind people of - the writers matter! Taylor Wong's credits: Jinx (clipboard banter, "Still not sure what inspired the software update.") // Defend In Place (Buddie partnered up for the hospital fire, Buck checks on Eddie when they think they lost Parker and his sister) // Dumb Luck (heart drawings, "I misunderstood the assignment", Buckley-Diaz fam does equestrian therapy) Andrew's credits (gonna pretend it's #confirmed he wrote 6x08): Let's just say his last three scripts were Brawl in Cell Block 9-1-1 (the hostage episode where Buck screamed for Eddie) // Fear-O-Phobia (Eddie's breakdown, Chris calls Buck for help) // Let the Games Begin (Buckley-Diaz lasagna night, couches symbolizing relationships)

[tails89]

I saw a post about Buck and his clipboard and the tags were wondering what Buck is like grocery shopping 😂

It wiggled into my brain and I smashed this out.

"Hang on." Buck jerks the shopping cart back. "That's not on the list."

"Uh." Eddie stares down at the bottle of juice he'd been about to place in the cart. "So?"

"So, it's not on the list," Buck repeats, brandishing his phone in the air. "Which we wrote so we wouldn't make impulse purchases."

"It's just juice, Buck," Eddie says, dropping the bottle in with the rest of their groceries.

"This time it's juice," Buck points out, pushing the cart down the aisle. "But what about next time? What will it be then?" he asks. 

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. "I knew I shouldn't have put you in charge of the shopping list. It's worse than giving you a clipboard."

"I'm not that bad," Buck argues, grabbing a loaf of bread from the shelf before marking it off on his phone. "It's called being organised."

"It's called being a tyrant," Eddie teases, reaching for a pack of bagels and tossing them into the cart.

"Hey, you put me in charge," Buck reminds him. "And bagels definitely weren't on the list."

"Uh huh, sure. Can I just see that for a second?" Eddie makes a lunge for the phone, wrestling it out of Buck’s hands. "Oh, look at that." He taps at the screen. "Bagels. See right there." He shows Buck the screen and taps something else out. "It also says we need pizza and beer."

"Well," Buck says, grinning. "If it's on the list…"

[thegremlincrowsnest]

Little Lamb

This is my first collab piece and is part of Citrus Dome Server Hybrid AU Collab! Please Please check out all of the other amazing creators apart of this collab! 

CW: Dirty talk, slight creeping from another hybrid, overall NSFW 

You were always warned about the potential dangers of working for a hellhound. How they prey on hybrids like yourself and how you should be on your toes. Who had ever heard of a sheep hybrid working well with a hellhound? But you persisted, accepting the position of personal assistant to one Enji Todoroki. 

You knew it would be challenging, but you were ready, always looking up to the large flame hound with reverence and adore. The first day was an odd one. Arriving early, you made his coffee and had his morning coffee prepared. When he came, you couldn’t help but stare up at him as he walked by; bowing slightly, you say, “Good Morning, Sir. My name is (y/n)-” “I know who you are.” He says curtly. As he looks you up and down, you notice the slight flare of his nostrils. His pupils turn into slits as he leans down to your level to look at you. Leaning close to your neck, he sniffs a few times before standing tall. Your cheeks burn as you worry about how you smell. “Hm...Precious.” He says before he walks into his office. You stand for a second, stunned, before trailing behind him with your clipboard. 

The next few months were...interesting, to say the least. You had always heard and seen on TV how intimidating and standoffish he was but, as you worked with him more, you got to see those soft cracks. He even invited you to join him for mundane things as the months went along. Dinners and lunches became almost routine; your professional and personal lives seemingly bleed together. He became softer to you, and you felt that you could confide in him when things got tough for you. He also became highly protective of you, not as if you needed it. Being able to handle your own in a work environment filled with predator alphas was a skill you learned quickly before working for him. However, you did notice how Enji would growl at younger employees who would flirt with you or place a protective hand around your waist during meetings with other heroes. Especially whenever the no. 2 hero Hawks would come around. The young griffon hybrid had taken a liking to you a while into your employment. Always finding an excuse to follow you around and compliment you endlessly on your physique. 

“Honestly, Enji. How can you work with such a plush and tasty one like that? I’d have them bent over my desk in a heartbeat.” Hawks would tease slightly as he watched you. Enji would growl possessively, telling Hawks to knock it off. “They’re a loyal employee. I’m grateful to have someone as determined as them.” He would say. Pausing a moment to indeed look over your form, eyes lingering on the swell of your hips and thighs. Yearning to know what it would feel like to have his fingers in the softness of your curls, brushing fingers across your cute ears. His eyes finally ended on your tail, wagging excitedly as you wrote down dates and appointments on the large calendar you had insisted on putting up for him. Saying, ‘That way, even if I’m not here, I trust you won’t be totally lost.’ He grunted at the notion but had to hide his blush at the bright and warm smile you gave him. “They are..attractive. But that has no bearing on work ethic Hawks.” He says as he forces his eyes back down to the papers in front of him. 

You walk up to his desk, setting down a few papers before leaning over. “Ok, so this is the plan for the next few weeks. I’ve scheduled a few interviews and appearances and spaced them out, so you have some time to prepare.” You begin as you point to different dates and times. You were wearing a relatively low-cut maroon dress; Enji had mentioned once that the color looked good on you. With your hair pulled back, anyone could get a nice view of your assets. It became clear when Enji glanced over to see Hawks unabashedly staring at your chest. The rage that filled him was something he had never experienced before. Standing up, he gripped Hawks arm, pulling him towards and out the door before closing and locking it. You stopped your explanation, watching, confused as your boss’ flames grew slightly before extinguishing entirely as he walked towards you. “Sir? Is everything ok?” You asked. Enji stood in front of you, looking you up and down before settling on your face. With one hand, he gently pushed a stray lock of curly hair behind your ear. Entranced by how your brown skin shimmered in the light of the setting sun. Cupping your face gently, he brushed the apple of your cheek, smiling softly as you leaned into his hand. You held onto his wrist with your much more petite hands—ears flattening as you looked up at him with a smile. “Y/N…Is it..alright if I kiss you?”, He asks. Your eyes widen as his thumb grazes your lips; you nod quickly, not wanting to wake up from this dream. He leans down, gently pressing his lips against yours. You deepen the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as you whimper softly. He tastes like hickory and coffee, and your tail shakes excitedly as you feel his hands grip your hips. Pulling back, he stares at your face, eyes half-lidded and soft pants escaping your plump lips. Growling softly, he lifts you up; walking back to his chair, he sits down, placing you on top of his desk. 

“Do you know how many times I have to excuse myself because I can smell how horny you are?” He says as he kisses your neck, fingers gripping your plush thighs as he gently pulls them apart. “You smell so fucking delicious, like milk and honey.” He says as he kisses down the valley of your breast. His tail thumping against his chair as he reaches behind to grip the zipper of your dress. “May I?” He asks as he looks up at you. You nod again, face flushed as you hold his face in your hands. “You can do whatever you want, Sir. I’ve waited so long for this.” You say as you feel him lower our zipper, gently pulling down the straps of your dress. He growls softly as he sucks on one of your nipples, pinching and pulling on the other. Hearing your soft moans and pleas for him to give you more, the gentle tugging of his hair as you press yourself into him. As he switches to your other breast, he lets one hand roam, squeezing your thighs and ass before reaching your tail. So soft and short, he can’t help but tug it gently, kneading it as he milks your tits. Your soft whimpers and moans were music to his ears as he continued to ravish you. One of your hands rubbed his fluffy ear, making him growl and bite your nipple. Pulling back, he kisses down your soft stomach, kissing every stretchmark before he reaches your mound. Getting on his knees, he looks up at you, gently rubbing your clit with his thumb as he kisses the inside of your thighs. You moan louder, bucking your hips against his fingers. “Are you ready little lamb? To have this wolf eat you?” He asks as he continues to rub your clit. You nod quickly, spreading your legs more as you whimper softly. “Please, Enji. Eat me~.” 

His resolve snaps as he lunges in; licking your hole gently, he groans. You taste so good, so sweet. His tail thumps against the floor as he thrusts his tongue into your entrance. Fingers digging into your thighs as he slowly moves his tongue inside of you, nose brushing against your clit. It feels like hours go by as he devours you, drinking you down as he gently coaxes orgasm after orgasm from you. Deciding you’re ready, he stands up; as he begins to undo his belt, you stop him. Moving to kneel in front of him, you undo his belt and pull out his cock, drooling slightly at how heavy it is in your hands. It throbs as you stroke it gently, feeling every vein and ridge as you grip the base. Looking up at him with big eyes, you begin to take him into your mouth. Whimpering as you take more of his cock down your throat. He groans above you, gently placing a hand on your head, admiring your curls and how soft they feel. You whimper as you struggle taking the last two inches of his cock, choking and drooling as you keep trying. Enji can’t take it anymore and grips your head; thrusting deeply, he holds you to the base, rutting against you as he moans loudly. “Fuck Y/N! I’m gonna cum down that slutty mouth of yours.” He growls.  

Your tiny hands grip his hips as you feel his cock pulse in your throat. Cumming down your throat as he whines, tail wagging like crazy. Pulling back, he holds onto your cheeks, tilting your face up to him to examine you. What he wasn’t expecting was your blissed-out eyes and mouth open, filled with his cum. Gulping it down and showing their mouth empty again. Lifting you up and laying you back down on the table, he spread your legs, rubbing your clit gently as he stroke his cock. “Ready little lamb?” He asks as he gently presses the tip of his cock against your entrance. Nodding frantically, you mewled, reaching up for him. “Please, Enji...Breed me~ I wanna feel your fat cock inside me so bad!” You moan out as you look up at him. Desperately holding himself together, he sheaths himself slowly inside, growling at your walls constricting around his cock. His claws grew and dug into your plush thighs as he pushed them to your chest, licking his lips at your soft stomach and tits as he bottomed out. Your eyes rolled back as you felt his cock press against your cervix, throbbing by the second. He couldn’t hold back anymore, your whimpers, your soft skin under his large hands. It was all too much; Baring his fangs, he began thrusting hard and deep inside. Making you whine louder and hold onto his forearms. The slapping of his balls against your ass rang loudly throughout the room as he began to quicken his pace. Lifting you up, he held you close, snarling in your ear as he bounces you on his cock, claws drawing blood as they sink into the flesh of your ass. “Fuck..You fit so well on my cock; how does it feel to be a cock sheath little lamb.” He growls as he feels you cum around his cock. You can barely speak, eyeliner and mascara streaking down your face as you thought your pussy clench around him. “S-so good! Your cock feels so good!” You babbled as you tried to hold onto him. He chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck as he sits back in his chair, bouncing you on his cock while he watches your face. Flushed out and crying from overstimulation, he can’t help but think you’re ethereal. The look in your eyes is one he hasn’t seen towards him in a while, one of pure love and admiration. “Enji. Enji, I love you.” You say so sweetly to him; he reaches up and cups your face gently, you grind your hips down on his cock. Taking some control, you begin to bounce on his cock slowly, using his shoulders as leverage. “Fuck. I love you more, Y/N. Fuck I want to keep you to myself. Always so jealous of letting those lackeys seeing what’s mine.” He growls as he watches you bounce on his cock. Leaning up to suckle on one of your breasts as he holds you closer to him. One of his ear twitches, listening around, he notices you both aren’t alone. You see, he’s distracted, lifting his head up to stop bouncing, whimpering softly. “Enji...is everything ok?” You asked worriedly. The sunset reflects off of your e/c eyes, making them shimmer and glow. He lifts you up again, spinning you around and rolling you both towards the window. Spreading your legs wide, he slowly thrusts up into you, kissing your hair and gently rubbing your clit. “Just relax for me, little lamb. You need to if you’re gonna take my knot.” He says as you start to feel something else slowly bumping against your entrance. You begin to relax before beginning to comprehend what he said. Before you can even ask him to explain, he grips your hips, slamming you down onto his knot. You feel his knot press against your g-spot, sending you over the edge, squirting on his cock with your legs shivering. His piercing blue eyes, staring off outside as he bites down on your shoulder, you only let out a squeal as he starts thrusting inside faster, rutting against you. He can’t help but get you on the floor, thrusting down, determined to make you cum again before he fills your womb. You’re marked up and bruised, still looking like an angel to him as he finally holds you close to him. Howling softly as he fills your tiny cunt, letting you pant softly and regain your composer as he pets your head. Looking up to meet golden eyes across the way to the top of the building.