#buck x jee

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#They Grow Up So Fast 🥺

[buckleyobsessed]

he's so good with her😭

[vilmathelemon]

Buddie babysitting Jee-Yun<3

[idealuk]

Cousins bonding in complimentary sunglasses.

[lonelychicago]

emails i can't send 💌

buck/eddie | adorable jee | teen and up | 5.9k words

“Jee, what have you done?” Buck groans, trying to unsend the emails that are— used to be in his drafts. The emails that he's written to Eddie and that were never supposed to see the light of day. The emails Jee somehow managed to send while Buck wasn't looking. No, no, no. or; buck should've known better than to let his email account open and then give his computer to a toddler to play with.

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[emolionsrawr]

buck: okay jee, what do we say when mummy and daddy say no more cookies?

jee: pease mama

buck: good girl! *gives her a cookie*

tommy: are you corrupting your niece?

buck: no! i'm teaching her to work the system

tommy: well, don't give her too many cookies or she won't eat her dinner

jee: buh uncle tommy

tommy:

tommy: you can have as many cookies as you want sweetheart

jee: yay! thank you!

buck: i'm so proud of you jee!

[lives-in-midgard]

Baking AndConfessions

Pairing: Evan Buckley x reader

Summary: Buck invites you to come over and help him take care of Jee. You bake some cookies together which leads to a flour fight.

Word Count: 840

Prompts: Babysitter + Baking

From @buck-star Fluffy Winter Event

A/N: Hey. It's been a while since I wrote for this cutie. I hope you like it!💗

Divider made by @ buck-star

Fluffy Winter Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Today you had your day off from work and didn’t have anything special planned until Buck texted you.

“Hey, do you have something planned for today?” He texted and reading his message immediately made you smile. You and Buck have been friends for a while. Spending time together makes you happy and it always makes your butterflies grow for Buck. You also met his friends and his sister a few times, which is always a lot of fun.

“No, not really.”

“Do you want to come over? Maddie will bring Jee later and I could need some help.”

Buck texted, making you chuckle. You remember the last time he took care of Jee and then there was a lot of chaos in his apartment.

“Sure, I bet it will be fun.” You texted with a smile.

“That’s for sure. See you later” Your smile grew bigger, and you couldn’t wait to see Buck again.

A while later you were getting ready to drive to Buck’s apartment. When you arrived there, you hugged Buck and then could already hear Jee.

“Hi” Buck said softly after you broke the hug.

“Hey.” You said quietly, making Buck smile.

“So, what are our plans?” You asked and Jee came running towards you.

“We’re making cookies.” Jee said excited, and you looked over at Buck who nodded with a smile.

“That sounds amazing, sweetie.” You said and Jee giggled. Buck then knelt down and picked her up.

“Let’s go to the kitchen and get started.” Buck suggested and you nodded. You went into the kitchen and Buck gave you and Jee an apron.

“Thank you.” You said as Buck put the apron over your head. Buck showed you the recipe and you helped him put everything you needed on the kitchen counter. Then you started baking the cookies. It was a lot of fun, and you really enjoyed your time with Buck and Jee. Sometimes you read what the next step was and then Buck showed Jee how to do it, or sometimes you and Buck did something together.

After a while you had a whole baking tray full of cookies. You were just about to put the second tray of cookies in the oven when you heard Jee giggling behind you and Buck making a “Shh” sound. You weren’t sure what would happen when you turned around, but you definitely weren’t expecting that. Because as you turned around, Buck suddenly threw a handful of flour into your way, and it landed on your apron and your face.

“Buckley.” You yelled as started laughing and Jee giggled.

“You’ll definitely regret that.” You said and grabbed some flour, smiled at him and then threw it at him. Jee laughed as Buck now started grinning and taking another handful of flour and throwing it at you.

“Let the flour fight begin.” He said and threw more flour on you.

“Will you help me, Jee?” You asked her and she immediately grabbed some flour.

“Jee, I thought you were on my side.” Buck asked in a sad voice while she was already throwing some flour at him. A while later, you and Buck were both covered in flour while Jee little had a bit of flour. Suddenly someone knocked on Buck’s door while you were all eating a cookie. Buck quickly went to the door and opened it. You could tell from the voices that it was Maddie and Chim who were there to pick up Jee.

“Woah, it looks like a bomb exploded here.” Chim said when they walked into the kitchen and looked at Buck and you.

“A flour bomb.” Jee said and yawned.

“Looks like someone’s tired.” Maddie said. Then she thanked Buck and you for taking care of Jee. Buck gave them some cookies and after a while they left. Suddenly you and Buck were alone. When you looked at each other, you both laughed.

“I think we should clean up.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” At first you washed your face and then helped Buck clean up. After a while, Buck looked at you with a smile.

“You still have a bit of flour on your right cheek.” Buck mumbled. You chuckled and tried to rub it away with your finger.

“Is it gone?” You asked, but Buck shook his head.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded. Then Buck placed his hand on your cheek and gently rubbed it away.

“You have a bit of chocolate on your lip too.” He said and gently placed his finger on your lip. Tension started to build between you two and then suddenly you said something you didn’t really want to say.

“Why don’t you kiss it away?”

“Are you sure?” He asked and then started to smile when you nodded. Then he placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you into a gentle kiss. When you turned away, Buck smiled at you, and you smiled back at him. Buck reached for your hand and then asked.

“Would you like to stay a little longer?”

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[buddie-buddie]

Buck wakes with a strangled gasp, visions of the scenes he’d just seen in his fitful sleep still vivid and chilling as they flash behind his tear-filled eyes. 

His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps as he blinks his way into consciousness and tries to shake off the nightmare that still has its claws sunk deep into his racing heart.

“Shh.” There’s a warm, familiar voice in his ear, thick and heavy with sleep. Everything settles. Buck’s breath comes a little easier, the rapid rise and fall of his chest evening out as he registers the warm, grounding weight of Tommy’s arms around him.  

When he was a kid, his nightmares looked a little different. Instead of 100-foot waves and snipers in broad daylight, he used to see monsters and ghosts. When he was older, he had a recurring nightmare of a man who looked a lot like Doug dragging his sister away kicking and screaming. He used to slip out of his bed and shuffle down the carpeted hallway to Maddie’s room, where she’d wake up to the creak of the door and the triangle of light bleeding into the dark room and say, “Evan? What is it?” 

He’d sit on the side of her bed and she’d take his hand in hers and ask him what he wanted to dream of instead. He’d say riding our bikes or the ice cream truck or building sand castles at the beach and Maddie would fold his still-shaky fingers down to lock the good dream in and she’d ruffle his hair and send him back to bed feeling lighter and safer and loved. 

It’s different now, but somehow still the same. 

He still drifts back to sleep feeling calm and safe and grounded. Only instead of Maddie tucking good dreams into the palm of his clammy hand, he has Tommy pressing kisses into his hair and whispering promises against the shell of his ear. It’s different, but it’s good. 

It’s so fucking good.

It’s good even now, as Buck’s breath catches on a shaky inhale, a tiny whimper slipping past his lips.

Even if he tried, he couldn’t find the words to explain the sick and twisted things he just saw in his dreams, nor could he get them out past the lump in his throat. But he doesn’t try and Tommy doesn't expect him to, doesn’t ask him to relive the worst moments of his life for the second time in one night. Buck’s already made the introductions between Tommy and the ghosts still so intent on haunting him.

Tommy knows that on the nights they come back around, Buck would rather be held. He would rather be reminded that he’s here and he’s alive and that it all didn’t end on the pier that day, beneath the ladder truck that night. That his heart started to beat again in the eighteenth second of the third minute, that he came back. And that he’s not alone. 

Tommy shushes him again, warm and reassuring. “S’okay, baby.” 

His arms tighten around Buck’s waist, pulling him back against his chest with a sleepy, contented hum. He mumbles something into the side of Buck’s neck that Buck can’t quite make out, yet understands perfectly when followed by the gentle, almost reverent press of Tommy’s lips to the side of his jaw. 

Hot tears prick at the backs of Buck’s eyes, and he’s not sure if they’re a product of the nightmare or the fact that, even in his sleep, Tommy shows up for him. 

Tommy always shows up for him. Physically, sure– Buck will never forget the sight of him all but tearing through the hospital doors, sooty and sweaty and smiling, despite the bone-deep ache that comes from sixteen hours on the scene of a fire. But emotionally, too. 

He’s levity when Buck needs it and sincerity when he doesn’t. He’s generous with his affection and even more so with his praise. He’s a steady, grounding force, an anchor in the sand when Buck starts to feel unmoored, when the waves get too high and it all gets to be just a bit too much. He’s patient and charming and kind and he’s such a nerd. And he’s aware and attentive in ways that still make Buck’s heart swell and his chest ache. 

It’s like he has a sixth sense, how he’s so tuned into Buck, how he always seems to know what it is Buck wants, what it is Buck needs. He knows just what to say, just what to do. Even now, half asleep. Tommy shows up for him. Always. In all ways. And Buck could cry about it. 

No, scratch that. 

Buck will cry about it. He tries blinking the tears back, but it’s no use. They’re heavy and hot as they roll down his cheeks. Tommy’s voice is still deep and gravelly, thick with sleep as he holds Buck close and murmurs, “I got you.”

He hasn’t said it yet, but Buck knows. He knows. He feels it deep in the marrow of his bones and in the warmest corners of his soul. He hasn’t said it yet, but he will. 

Buck can hear it in the silence that settles over them just before they drift off to sleep, tangled up in each other’s arms. He can feel it in the moments between slow, steady heartbeats as they move around Tommy’s tiny kitchen, cooking breakfast and swapping coffee-laced kisses and stories from their shifts. He can see it in the warmth of Tommy’s smile and the fondness in his eyes any time he walks into a room. He can feel it in the reverence with which Tommy touches him, the way he says his name like a prayer and a promise all at once. 

Which is why, just as much as he knows that he loves Tommy, Buck knows that when he does say it, Tommy will say it back. 

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[livsmessydoodles]

figuring out how to draw my faves <3

[weewookinard]

Mommy, who's your daddy?

Jee-Yun has a question for her mom before bed. “So, does it mean Uncle Tommy is your daddy too?”

Or, the one where Maddie learn about her brother's daddy kink in the worst way possible, inspired by the great @judymarch15 and her incredible fic who's (not) your daddy ❤️

Go read it on AO3

I'll write another chapter with Maddie confronting Buck if you want!

Tagging people that likes me enough not to tell me to shut up lmao ❤️

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@kinkley-are-adorkable-flirts @sunset-bobby @geekfan67 @nymeria1105

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[h00d13d09]

Guys, I would like to bring your attention to the fact that if we keep Tommy in S8 there's a possibility of bucktommy scenes in halloween/Christmas episodes 😃

[watchyourbuck]

After watching ep 1 of 911 s7, I was left with this kinda… ig weird (?) feeling about the Chris and Buck conversation. Not only bc I never imagined Chris to be a player (that was my sweet lil boy😭), but because to me it felt like,,,, really uncomfortable and SO different from their usual conversations and dynamic.

But THEN I realized why.

This is the first time that Eddie recurs to Buck for an actual coparenting feat that doesn’t involve physically saving somebody from like,,,, horrifying situations (tsunami, the shooting, the meltdown). When in the interviews they said Buck and Eddie were getting closer than ever this season,,,,, 👁️ I can’t keep Buddie-speculating cuz we’ll see, but this- this is real u guys.

Don’t get me wrong, Buck’s always been a coparent (cough cough, the will). Besides the previously listed Disasters™️, he makes sure the kid eats, goes to school, is safe, is warm, listens to his dad, etc. NOW? Now he’s in charge of a really delicate situation, and that’s b o u n d to be uncomfortable,,,, like tell me ONE parent who’s ready or excited to have this kind of talk with his kids???

Yall know what this means right ????? Actual parent!Buck (<33) who Eddie actually leans on for you guessed it,,,, coparenting.

[cinematics123]

118 arriving to a scene. Building on fire, people trapped within. Half collapsed, partially on fire staircase leading into the building.

Bobby: Eddie, looks like we got a special code 31 on this.

Eddie: you got it cap. Buck, you’re with me.

- - - - - - - later at the Madney House - - - - - -

Maddie: So… what’s a special code 31? I heard Bobby use it over the dispatch…?

Chim: Oooh that. When we’re at a scene and there’s a high chance of your brother doing something stupid and getting himself killed, Bobby tells Eddie to take Buck somewhere that he can help but where he won’t… find a way to get himself killed. Again. They don’t want to tell Buck so the code is-

Maddie: Special code 31. Wow. Ok. Um so why’d he ask Eddie to help with it?

Chim: Since the well incident and especially since Eddie worked at dispatch, Buck will go anywhere Eddie asks him. He’ll do anything Eddie asks him to do.

Maddie: Curious… well, I’m sure there’s a heterosexual explanation for that.

Baby Jee: (rolls her eyes)

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

OMFG!!! BUDDIE AND HAILEY & BAILEY LEUNG who play Jee-yun

[fanfictionrecs]

ice cream before dinner by cloudydaisies

Words: 58577 Chapters: 1/1 (AO3)

Missing Chris is less of an emotion these days and more of a physical entity. He’s sure everyone can see that he’s slowly hollowing himself out, that he can’t do much of anything else. But when Jee laughs at him trying to get his tongue to touch his nose, and Mara loops one of her arms through his to keep him from tossing the rest of his cup in the garbage, Eddie feels solid again. Maybe he likes yellow birthday cake ice cream after all. (or, gerrard messes with the team's schedules and eddie 'i just drove my son to flee the state' diaz is the only option to watch mara and jee-yun after school on tuesdays, which, shouldn't be a problem at all, right?)

Actually the cutest fic ever, Eddie-centric based around the end of season 7 and leading into season 8.

I love Buck with all my heart, but I have a special place for Eddie Diaz centric fanfiction, which is not easy to find. And this fic is like... Hurt is there but not really and I laughed so much.

Strong recommendation for Buddie fans

[utopiajk101]

Uncle Eddie wip #buddie

(This drawing can be commissioned to be finished, DM me if interested ^^)