#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!

[lesbiansloveeddiediaz]

TELL ME WHY I JUST SAW A 911 FIC WHERE BUCK K!LLED THE UNITED HEALTHCARE CEO 😭😭💀

[tessasbrainrotbin]

7x06 SCENE LEAK (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT)

[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)

@butchdiaz @danielsousa @shitouttabuck @alyxmastershipper @diazass @911-on-abc @folk-fae @stagefoureddiediaz @jeeyuns @piningeddiediaz @robsumagpie @athenagranted @prince-buck-diaz @eddiediaztho @carryingbears @ladydorian05 @made-ofmemories @sherlockcrossing @violet-rot @binickmiller @rainbow-nerdss @thatnamewill-probably-change @ducksbellorum @organizedstardust @mangacat201 @faggotjoness @sibylsleaves @kaseysgirl86-blog @daughter-of-winterfell @thisyearsloveisnow @goodiecornbread @wordsofdiana @thehumongouskargomice @xandromedan @acebuddie @girlnamedjesse @pirrusstuff @angstydiaz @haradrimculture @pinky-promisesss @starlingbite @dontneedmyheart @spaceprincessem @shortsighted-owl @buck2eddie @diazly

[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

[rhiannonsknife]

merry merry christmas!! much love for you and your writing! hope you have the greatest christmas 🫶🫶

- 🦕

thank you so much 🦕 anon <3

i celebrated christmas yesterday, so right now i’m just sitting by the tree, reading sweetpea!! the best way to spend the holidays if you’re asking me! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

merry christmas to you too 🦕 anon!! <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

[sauvignonlounicorn]

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

[midsummersmorn]

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

[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!

[torra-and-the-toons]

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

[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.

[niennanir]

Listen to your elders

So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.

So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.

But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?

In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.

Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download

Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title: 

No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.

Now you’re going to need some materials:  8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife

You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.

Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:

use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.

Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.

Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.

You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.

Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour

In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock

Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)

Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.

Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine

Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.

Voila:

I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.

The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.

If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders.