#buck's bookmarks

[buddiesflowershop]

Anon recced the Rewrite Series on ao3, written by ProsperDemeter. Buck was more than happy to make a bookmark out of dried yellow roses and sunflowers for it!

The series contains the following works:

glue

buck/eddie | teen and up | 85.5k words

A month away from graduating the LAFD Academy, Evan Buckley gets introduced to new recruit Eddie Diaz and things certainly change for both of them after that. -- Another season one rewrite.

stuck

buck/eddie | teen and up | 166.3k words

It's been two months since we last left off and both Buck and Eddie are in for an adventure as they navigate being in a not-relationship (situationship, if you ask Buck) and working together at the same fire station. -- Or, the season two rewrite.

collision

buck/eddie | teen and up | 173.3k words

After the truck bombing the dynamics change as Buck learns that some trauma can't be outrun and Eddie learns that some betrayals are just waiting for the right moment to come to light. Or, we rewrite season three.

watermark

buck/eddie | teen and up | 212.9k words

“I’ve got you.” Eddie walked him backwards, a hand careful on the bow of his back to help him stay steady while Buck wasn’t looking where he was stepping. “Our kid’s happy and healthy.” He shrugged. “For once, our world doesn’t feel like it’s on the brink of disaster.” Eddie chuckled and Buck answered it with a quiet laugh of his own. “I love you,” Eddie told him seriously. “And I want to make sure you know how much I love you.” “Come on, Eddie,” Buck softened, his fingers stroking a careful pattern into the tiny end pieces of his hair. “I know how much you love me.” -- Another season four rewrite.

foundation

buck/eddie | teen and up | 2/10 chapters. WIP

Eddie's healed from being shot, but he's not really healed, is he, when he keeps forgetting he's not in Afghanistan. Buck's still healing too, though it's easier when Eddie's working at dispatch instead of in the field. The boys are engaged, they've got a wedding to plan and family to grow closer to. It's season five... let's see just how strong these foundations are.

Thanks for stopping by Buck & Eddie's flowershop. I hope you enjoy the dried flowers bookmark! Have a nice say!

[tessasbrainrotbin]

7x06 SCENE LEAK (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT)

[mysteryhackin]

Throwback to last year’s Trunk or Treat where I made a portable Mystery Shack and dressed up as Ms. Mystery (as you do) and gave out Stan Bucks to everyone who recognized me. Please note my buddy, a part of the Last Tour Group That Never Made it Out Alive. Happy Halloween!!!

[chronicowboy]

tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) | 43k

"Think I can get a hug from my best man on my wedding day?" he asks, quietly hopeful in a way that makes Eddie want to tear off his skin.

"Sure," Chris replies with a shrug, turning to throw Eddie a cheeky grin. "Dad, Buck needs a hug."

Two things happen at once then: Eddie has to plaster on a smile authentic enough to convince the one person on this planet that knows him inside out—except he doesn't really have to fake his smile, not at first, because of number two—he sees groom-Buck for the first time. And groom-Buck is every bit as beautiful as Eddie might have imagined him over the years. Happy eyes bright and blue, pink lips stretched wide in a beaming smile, cheeks flushed pink with joy, hair carefully styled and stunningly golden in the morning sunlight. He's half-dressed too, tux jacket still on the hanger on the back of the chair, so Eddie gets an unbarred view of Buck's white shirt stretched taut over his biceps, shoulders, abs.

For a moment, Eddie falls into the greatest betrayal his brain has ever laid out for him, imagining that he might have got to see Buck like this for the first time from the other end of the aisle if he'd just been brave enough to—

"I think he meant you, kid," Eddie teases as he drops their suits to the couch. He widens his stance, so Jee can run through his legs and evade another of Chimney's grab attempts, then he ruffles Christopher's curls as a steadying act before he's suddenly in front of Buck. And he tries not to think about the pathway cleared through the living room by Jee's chase, or the fact that they're under the archway between the kitchen and the dining table, or the knowledge that Bobby is an ordained officiant where he stands behind them. "Hey, Buck," he says softly, smiling genuinely now because this is Buck.

"Hey, Eds," Buck murmurs back, and it's the first time since they'd promised to have each other's backs that Eddie can't quite decipher the emotions making Buck's voice thick.

Eddie wraps him in a hug then, careful and detached as he can manage, but it's Buck in his arms, warm and alive and his for just a few more hours. He doesn't let himself hold Buck's hips like he used to before—before he'd realised why he'd wanted to hold Buck's hips so tightly—just splays his fingers over Buck's back and tries to focus on the soft cotton under his palms rather than the way Buck's temple rests so perfectly against his. Eddie stays there, for too long probably, fingers digging in too tight possibly, and squeezes his eyes shut when they start to water. He's clinging, and he tries not to think about how it feels a little like Buck is clinging to him too.

"Ah," Eddie huffs as he pulls away, taking two steps back just to be safe. He catches Maddie's eyes on him then, sadder than they should be for the happy tears she'd been crying just before he'd got here, and Eddie wonders if her big sister omniscience is working on him too. "Come on, Buckley. Got to make an honest man out of you sooner rather than later."

"Whilst we're on the topic," Chim intervenes, a wriggly Jee on his hips with two shoes on—finally. "Are we sure he should be wearing white?"

(OR: eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia)

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[buddiedaydreamer911]

if you don’t have multiple tabs open with multiple different fics or multiple different tags to search through and then keep going back and forth tab to tab, then are you using AO3 right??

[lemonsquidsoda]

bookmarks for my book (part 2) :D two of them go over the page with the cape/umbrella :3

[bcolfanfic]

john would so figure out how to have something built onto their house like this for gale <3

[murdockbuckley]

trying to find a specific buddie fic i only vaguely remember is horrible

maybe it isn't even real maybe i just made it up maybe it was actually a different fandom and i just imagined it is buddie afterwards

[bucktommyscones]

One of my formerly favorite bvddie authors just posted a gross Tommy bashing bvddie fic and yeah. I'm so done.

[saybiwithme]

Fic Stats!

Rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

Tagged by @loserdiaz, @hippolotamus, @monsterrae1 & @buddierights ❤️

Most Hits & Fifth most words

I could take you 2.9k words

Post the iconic Kitchen Scene, Eddie can't stop thinking about Buck's words to him and if there was more than them just talking about video games and is thinking about everything else they have been through in the process. Can Eddie fight how much he yearns for Buck or will he finally give into it?

Second most kudos & Third most comments

touch my heart (and let it rest) 3.2k words

Buck & Eddie both go to a call that brings up feelings about the shooting, Buck won’t talk about it until Eddie finds a chance to get them both to do it.

Fourth most bookmarks

bated breath 3.8k words

Buck is a Vampire, Athena is his mentor and tells him about a new supernatural club so he decides to check it out, not knowing that Eddie is there too.

Fic with the least words

Why’d you only call me when you’re high? 1.8k words

Matteo and David have been broken up a couple of months, Matteo tends to only call him when he's high but will this time be any different from the last?

tagging: @alyxmastershipper, @prettyboybuckley, @spotsandsocks, @honestlydarkprincess, @cowboydiazes & @spookylostboy

[torra-and-the-toons]

... I think I actually found issue #28 of Block Party on some obscure comic book site omg

[buddiesflowershop]

Anonymous recced "just need a little loving, just need a little air" by selfmythology / @godlightbuckley, and Buck was more than happy to make a dried flowers bookmark out of sunflowers and daisies for it. Everyone go give the story some love!!

Thanks for stopping by Buck & Eddie's floeershop! Have a nice day!

[urlocalqueer]

look what i found in my copy of The Conquest of Bread! i wonder what they are for, they're on the back of a unopened Walgreens bandaid. times maybe?

[chronicowboy]

180 years of searching, and I'm three feet away (from you) | 32k

AKA The National Treasure AU in which buck is a huge history nerd, chimney is a tired tech guy and eddie is just trying to do his job

Dr Diaz's eyes flick from Chimney to Buck and his cheeks flush a pretty pink that Buck wants desperately to taste. He doesn't miss the sweep of his body Dr Diaz does, or the way he averts his eyes when he realises he's been caught.

Chimney nudges him, barely concealing his amusement at the situation, and jerks his head at the two seats in front of the desk.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen." Dr Diaz says as he stands up to greet them.

"Hi." Chim shakes his hand good-naturedly. "Howard Han."

Eddie turns to Buck, and something charged and heavy passes between them before Buck can remember to, you know, be human and shake the pretty man's hand.

"Uh, Evan Buckley. Its n-nice to meet you, Dr Diaz."

"Please," he clears his throat, "call me Eddie."

"Eddie." Buck nods, savouring the weight of the name on his lips.

"Take a seat."

They all sit down and Buck is alarmingly aware all of a sudden just how insane they're about to sound.

"Is, um, Eddie short for Eduardo?" Buck asks, a poor attempt to prolong the time when Eddie doesn't think he's talking to someone who belongs in an asylum.

"Edmundo." Eddie smiles at him, and Buck's eyes catch on a picture of a curly-haired boy with crutches on the shelves behind him. He's quite possibly the cutest kid Buck has ever seen.

Another frame catches his attention then, this one displaying an almost complete set of George Washington's campaign buttons.

"Wow." Buck traces a gentle finger down the side of the frame. "This is a beautiful collection."

"It would be." Eddie huffs. "If I could find the seventeen-eighty-nine inaugural."

"I found one once." Buck murmurs, a plan already forming in his head. He's been told a few times that his love language may be gift giving. Or acts of service. Or words of affirmation. So he's a love polyglot, so what?

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches the bewildered look Chimney is shooting him and clears his throat, blushing deeply.

"You, um," Eddie fiddles with a biro, "told my assistant that this was an urgent matter?"

"Uh, yes, sir." Buck barely resists the urge to face palm. Sir? Maybe he does belong in a fucking asylum. Chimney's never going to let him live this down. "Okay, so, I'll get straight to the point." Buck sucks in a deep breath and summons all the tact he has. "Someone's going to steal the Declaration of Independence."

Eddie blinks, slumping back into his seat. He stares at them blankly but, to his credit he manages not to laugh. He turns to Chimney who only shrugs.

"Its true." He grimaces. "Sounds crazy, but the woman is relentless. She wouldn't let a few hundred security measures stop her."

"Okay." Eddie drops the pen and folds his hands together, resting them on the tabletop and leaning forward in a way that makes his biceps bulge. "I think maybe you should talk to the FBI."

"Been there, done that." Chim mutters.

"And?"

"And they assured us that the Declaration cannot possibly be stolen." Buck answers. "But—"

"Well, the FBI would be right." Eddie's eyes dart to the phone and Buck pleads with the universe for even the slightest chance.

"We're not so sure." Buck leans forward. "However, if we were given the chance, the privilege, to examine the document—" Eddie cocks his head with a frown. "We'd be able to tell you if it were in any danger."

"And what would you be looking for?" He asks, exasperated and a little intrigued.

"We believe," Buck winces slightly, "that there's an encryption on the back."

"Like a code?" Eddie frowns, eyes dancing with mirth.

"Yes, sir." Buck closes his eyes and rolls them at himself. Welp, may as well lean into the crazy.

"Could you clarify?"

"A cartograph," Buck says at the same time Chimney mumbles,

"Treasure map."

Eddie's eyebrows jump halfway up his forehead.

"What my colleague means to say," Buck butts in, "is a map of..." Fuck, there's really no good way to put this. "Hidden items," he clears his throat, "of historic and intrinsic value."

Eddie stares blankly again.

"If it makes you feel any better," Chim whispers, "this is where we lost the FBI."

"You're treasure hunters." Eddie sighs and drops his head into his hands. God, even his exasperation is sexy.

"Treasure protectors might be more accurate." Buck corrects gently.

"Mr Buckley, I have personally seen the back of the Declaration," that really shouldn't make Buck hot under the collar, but he's a history buff, sue him, "and I promise you the only thing there is a notation that reads—"

"Original Declaration of Independence, dated four of July. Yes, sir."

Eddie flounders for a moment and, yeah, its a little disconcerting just how hot someone reciting historical facts can be, Buck can attest to that.

"But no map." Eddie recovers.

Buck bites back a groan and shoots a pained look at Chimney who only shrugs helpfully.

"Its... Invisible."

"Right." Eddie nods slowly.

"And that's where we lost the Department of Homeland Security."

"May I ask what led to your theory on this invisible map?"

"We found an engraving on the stem of a two-hundred year old pipe." Buck answers.

"A Mason's pipe." Chim clarifies.

"Can I see the pipe?" Eddie brightens.

Fuck.

"We don't, um, have it?" Chim offers.

"Did," Eddie leans forward, looks left and right, lowers his voice," did Mothman take it?"

(read on ao3)

[buddiedaydreamer911]

“Evan? You okay?” Tommy asked since Buck had zoned out.

“Yeah- I mean- uhh.”

Was Buck okay? He’s sitting in his loft with his boyfriend when he knows that his best friend isn’t. Could Buck be okay if Eddie wasn’t?

“I uhh- I honestly don’t know.” Buck finally said, deciding to be open and honest instead of brushing it off like he usually would.

Tommy set the bowl that held the potatoes down and brought all his attention to Buck. He placed his hand over Buck’s, which was trembling, Tommy noted.

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Eddie is falling apart, Christopher runs to Buck, and Buck tries his absolute best to help both of them.

[vampirecatboy]

etsy really needs to stop showing me cute stickers and keychains of the characters i'm in love with i am not made of money god dammit