#cat dad!buck

[diazsdimples]

Cat dad!Buck please 💞🦛

Hi Hippo!!!

So cat dad!Buck started out with such great intentions (and I've posted some snippets but tbh I've written fuck all) and I was all set and ready to abandon it when a beloved mutual said "oi just make it a 5 + 1" and fuck me if that didn't whack me in the face with some inspiration

So basically, Buck adopts a cat, cat is called Eddie, Buck is truly delighted by all the confusion this causes at work when he talks about the cat (he didn't ever tell anyone the cat's name)

It's 5 times the 118 thought Buck was talking about Eddie (the human) and the one time he actually was.

And Buck pushes it to see how unhinged he can get before the 118 questions who the hell he's talking about. It's all very well when he's moaning about Eddie eating the last of his dinner or smashing his favourite mug, it gets a little questionable when he's mad that Eddie threw up on his carpet and they start thinking "hang the fuck on" when Buck whines about Eddie licking his asshole on Buck's bedsheets

[mmso-notlikethat]

I kept thinking about lou with the small kitten, and i had to write this.. and oops, everything Tommy does here is actually things i have done 🫣

Note: they live together in Tommy’s house 🫡 ao3

Buck carefully carried the small carrier into the house. His heart raced as he glanced at the tiny cat inside, her fur a patchwork of gray and white, her bright green eyes wide with a mixture of fear and suspicion. She had been shaking when Buck found her earlier that day during a call. Tucked beneath a dumpster near the scene of a kitchen fire, she was alone, filthy, and trembling with fear. Buck couldn’t leave her there—not after she’d let him coax her out with a soft voice and some spilled takeout someone had left behind.

The guys at the station had teased him about it all afternoon. Chimney had even called her Buck’s “new soulmate.” But Buck didn’t care. All he could think about was Tommy—how much Tommy loved cats but didn’t have one of his own, how Tommy always made time for every stray they encountered.

Tommy was practically the neighborhood’s unofficial cat dad. Every morning on his runs, he’d stop by a little orange tabby’s favorite spot to leave some kibble. On their evening walks, he’d carry a pouch of treats just in case they ran into the scruffy black-and-white tomcat near the corner store. If Buck wasn’t with him, Tommy would send pictures with captions like, “Ran into Princess today. She judged me harshly but still accepted the snacks.” Or, “Look at this guy. Absolute king behavior. Think he’d let me pet him if I had tuna?”

Once, Buck caught him kneeling in someone’s yard, talking softly to a trio of kittens as if they were his own children. Another time, Tommy disappeared for twenty minutes during their grocery run only to reappear with a grin and a bag of wet food. “The alley cat behind the store needed dinner,” Tommy had explained, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

It wasn’t just the neighborhood cats that Tommy cared for—he also had a soft spot for a sleek black cat that hung around harbor.

The crew at the 217 had affectionately named her Midnight, though she never let anyone but Tommy get close.

Lucy had sent pictures of Tommy hanging out with Midnight to him, "thought this might interest you," and it did.

Every time before their shift started, Tommy would crouch by harbor's back entrance with a can of food he brought from home. Midnight would appear like clockwork, padding out from the shadows with her tail high and proud, but only after she saw it was him.

“Morning, beautiful,” Tommy would say softly, setting the food down and watching as Midnight dove in. While she ate, he’d sit cross legged nearby, occasionally murmuring to her about his day or the latest drama at work, and of course, about Evan.

One day, Lucy had caught him mid chat. “You know she’s not gonna answer, right?” She teased, leaning against the wall.

Tommy shrugged, unfazed. “Doesn’t mean she’s not listening. Right, Midnight?”

Midnight flicked her tail but didn’t stop eating. Lucy laughed, shaking her head. “You’re a cat whisperer, man. She hisses at everyone else.”

Tommy grinned. “She just has good taste.”

Later, when Tommy sent Buck a picture of Midnight lounging in the sun outside the station, the caption read, “Queen of the 217. She’s graciously accepted my tribute for today.”

Buck loved seeing that side of him—soft, patient, endlessly kind. He’d always wanted to give Tommy a cat of his own, but he wasn’t sure how Tommy would feel about the responsibility. That uncertainty was back now as he set the carrier down in their living room. Wiping his palms on his jeans, he crouched and opened the door. The cat didn’t move, her ears flattened.

"Hey, it's okay," Buck whispered. "You’re gonna love it here. I promise."

The sound of a key turning in the lock made Buck’s stomach flip. He stood as the door opened, and Tommy stepped inside, his duffle slung over one shoulder. His gaze landed on the carrier immediately.

“Evan,” Tommy said slowly, his brows furrowing. “What’s this?”

“It’s, uh, a cat,” Buck blurted. “I found her on a call today. She was under a dumpster, and she was so scared, Tommy. I couldn’t just leave her there. And I know you love cats, and you’re always taking care of the strays, so I thought maybe… you’d want her? I mean, we would both take care of her, of course, but I thought…”

Tommy dropped his bag on the couch and knelt by the carrier, peering inside. His expression softened instantly. “Oh, she’s gorgeous,” he breathed. “Hey, sweetheart.”

To Buck’s astonishment, the cat took one cautious step out, then another. She sniffed the air, her green eyes locking onto Tommy as if he were the only safe thing in the room. When Tommy held out his hand, she walked straight to him, rubbing her cheek against his fingers.

Buck crossed his arms, mock-offended. “Are you kidding me? I’ve been sitting here for ten minutes, and she wouldn’t even look at me.”

Tommy looked up, his grin lighting up the room. “What can I say? Cats know who their people are.”

“Wow,” Buck said, rolling his eyes but smiling. “This is the thanks I get.”

Tommy laughed, pulling Buck down beside him and kissing him softly. “Thank you,” he murmured, “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

Then, as if a switch flipped, Tommy sat up straighter, his eyes lighting up. "Okay, so we need to get her a proper bed—maybe one of those ones that doubles as a hideaway? And toys, but nothing too loud, and some good quality food. Do you know if she likes wet food or kibble? No? it's fine, we'll figure it out. Do you think she would prefer one of those little climbing towers or something simpler? Also, we'll need to take her to the vet soon, just to make sure she's healthy and up to date on everything. Oh, and I have to clear some space in the corner by the window for her to sit in the sun. She's going to love that. I'll-"

"Tommy," Buck interrupted, grinning despite himself.

Tommy blinked, his cheeks flushing. "What?"

"You're rambling"

"Well, of course I'm rambling, Evan. Look at her! She's perfect, and she's scared, and she needs us."

Buck wrapped his arms around Tommy, relief washing over him. “I had no idea how you’d react,” he admitted. “I was scared you’d think it was too much or something.”

Tommy shook his head, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s perfect, Evan. You’re perfect.” He looked down at the cat, now curled up against his leg, her eyes finally closing in peace. “And she’s home now.”

Buck chuckled, pressing a kiss to Tommy’s temple. "Guess I’m gonna have to share you now, huh?"

Tommy smirked. “You��ve always had to share me—with every cat in the neighborhood.”

“Yeah, but now I’ve got competition in my own house,” Buck teased, earning a playful shove from Tommy.

As they sat there, the cat softly purring between them, Buck realized he didn’t mind sharing at all. Not when it made Tommy this happy.

[emolionsrawr]

tommy: baby! i found a kitten behind a dumpster

buck: oh my god we HAVE to keep her!!

tommy: i already named her

buck: what's her name?

tommy: ally!

buck:.... i'm never living that down am i?

[military-newsboys]

Buck: I may be smiling on the outside but I had to leave my cat at my apartment and cannot take him everywhere I go. You do not know this pain. I cannot even text him or call him. Cruel.

[buckgettingstruck]

the grocery store fight discourse forever confuses me like what do you mean you dont enjoy a lover’s spat. its gay divorce in the middle of whole foods what isnt there to enjoy

[reginamillls]

I’ve always had so much anxiety sending asks but you always seem like the sweetest and I love seeing you on my dash… so basically hello!

Also any headcanons about something Buck does that cracks Tommy up? Because I feel like he’s always so reserved and in control but there’s definitely some little random thing Buck does or says one day and Tommy just pauses for a second before absolutely pissing himself laughing and Buck’s just watching with a mix of confusion and the biggest heart eyes anyone has ever had.

THIS IS SO SWEET - ty! I try and be as friendly as I can in any fandom space so HELLO <3

Tommy is quiet and reserved and that comes off as cool but like we all know better and after dating for a bit, Buck knows better too HE'S STILL A COOL GUY but like... mouth static

I think it takes a lot for him to break out into full body laughs but if anyone can do it it's going to be Buck just? being Buck?

like Tommy is very attracted to how damn smart and competent Buck can be like damn, brains and braun and the brightest smile, our boy Tommy is SWOONING

that being said we all have our moments, sometimes it's Buck's turn to have the one brain cell

I think it's like, just private the two of them, I think they're at Tommy's place so he's 100% relaxed as well, like it's his safe space with a person that makes him feel safe

in comes the cat

cat's are fucking weird okay

Buck didn't have one growing up he's still adjusting to Tommy's and she's precious, Tommy's #1 girl and she takes some time to adjust to Buck being in her space

and they're in bed and things are getting heated and Buck like throws his head back in the moment and all he sees is EYES

and he screams a little! he's naked! Tommy is naked! Tommy refers to his cat as his baby and the cat it WATCHING THEM and Buck freaks out

and Tommy laughs because its the funniest fucking thing, he actually rolls over and holds onto his stomach and Buck is scrambling to through a sheet on to cover himself because Tommy's cat saw his penis and Tommy is being no help whatsoever as he's like in tears laughing so hard

basically new rule the door gets locked during sex

[marthamaewhovier]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @panbuckley thank you ☺️

Here, have some of the beginning of girl dad Buck. Nobody hate me for this please 🙏🏻 (also be gentle this is v rough)

“Buck?” Bobby prompts after the silence stretches too long. “You there?”

Buck swallows thickly. Shakes his head like he can shake some sense into himself. He hasn’t had a panic attack in, god, must be years now. He thinks he may be on the verge of one.

“Hi,” he manages, his voice wobbling on even just that one tiny word.

“Are you okay?” Bobby asks, catching onto it immediately.

“A lawyer just called me. Ali Martin was killed in a car accident four days ago.”

“Oh, Buck, I’m sorry to hear that,” Bobby says.

“Yeah, um. That’s not why I’m calling though. Um, so. It turns out Ali has a daughter. H-her name is Bailey. And she’s about three and a half years old.”

There’s silence through the line. Bobby’s probably doing the math. It’s not hard math, but knowing Bobby, he’s doing it twice, or searching for the right words. But Buck may crawl right out of his skin if he doesn’t say it himself.

“Bobby. I have a daughter.”

Tagging (apologies if you’ve done it already and I didn’t see it): @fiona-fififi @transboybuckley @megsvstheworld @rewritetheending @sibylsleaves @elvensorceress @gayhoediaz @transbuck

[benadrylcandlewhack]

I only read DEEP and SERIOUS classical works of literature

[cosmologicalspoon]

my friends and I have now started a terrible ongoing joke about Bobby's paternal relationship with buck in that every time buck gets into trouble we're like "bobby was in LabOuR for tWeNTY fOuR HoURS" and its really getting to a point where I'm gun a write a fic where outsiders here him, athena, or buck allude to it in a public space

[mooncalf87]

dreaming of the day when I get to cut contact with my father

[diazsdimples]

CATFIC CATFIC CATFIC!!!!!!!!!

I've posted a snippet of this before! Pls enjoy!

He hadn’t meant to get attached, but the second he saw the small creature curled up in the corner of the crate, he knew he was in trouble. The cat was a tuxedo, his body mostly black except for his chest, belly and paws, and, adorably, around his nose. His eyes were wide and vibrant green, with a small fleck of brown in the corner of his right eye. His ears were perked up, keenly taking in all the noises around him and when Buck had come towards him, he sprung up and pattered towards the bars. Buck had noticed as he crouched down by the crate, that the cat’s tail was oddly small. “What happened to him?” he’d asked, glancing up at Macey as he stretched out his hand, poking his fingers through the bars of the crate. “He was surrendered by his family; they’d gotten a new kitten, and he didn’t get along with her so they gave him up”. Buck had sent the cat a sympathetic look and scratched his chin, heart swelling as the cat rubbed himself happily against his fingers. “And what about his tail?” Macey had shrugged. “The previous owners didn’t know either, they got him like that. It looks like it might have been surgically removed, there’s a little scar at the tip.” Buck sighed, wishing the bars of the cage weren’t between him and the little guy. He seemed so starved for touch, smooshing his head into Buck’s fingers while purring extremely loudly. The cat’s tongue had rasped against his hand as he licked madly, and Buck had felt his resolve crumbling around him. “What’s his name?” he’d asked. And when Macey had told him, he’d known right there and then that he was going to be taking that cat home with him. So that’s how Buck found himself 3 hours later, sitting on the floor of his apartment watching as his new furry friend explored his apartment. Buck had stopped by a Target on the way home and had well and truly blown half his spendings on generic cat paraphernalia, buying the cat a new woof and water bowl, a basket, some blankets (he liked fluffy blankets himself and had decided the cat would do) and a 3-tier cat tree that he knew would look perfect next to the TV. The cat had watched him curiously as he’d set everything up before a loud noise had startled him and he’d flown under Buck’s couch, shivering as he looked around with big eyes. Buck sighed and pushed himself off the ground, heading to the kitchen to rustle around in a bag for the treats he’d bought. Once he successfully fished them out, Buck quietly made his way back to the couch, laying on his stomach so he could scoot close enough to wriggle an arm under the piece of furniture. He licked his lips hesitantly before trying out the wee creature’s name. “Eddie!” he called quietly, delicately dropping a treat in front of the cat’s nose. “Come here, bud, you’re safe”.

And here's a photo of the bastard that inspired this (yes, his name is Eddie too, I promise he was named BEFORE I started watching 911 lol)

[crowleywasagryffindor]

Several Sentence Sunday

Not tagged by anyone yet which is the whole reason - Because it's 3:43am on Sunday here and I legitimately planned to do this asap because @theotherluciferr I get to tag you first this time! <3

Here's something random and cute I've started while my demon cat (aptly named Loki, this feline is psycho) was attacking his own leg along with mine.

He's deciding what the dead thing is - it's tiny, not even big enough to fit in the palm of his hand. It's just a lump of wet, matted black fur, streaked with white, with tiny triangles for ears pressed back against its skull and a pink, pinched nose - then the thing fucking moves. He startles back, his legs hitting the coffee table and sending him sprawling into it - then, as if it can't get any worse, the thing fucking mewls, and he curses the universe. "Buck - did you bring home a god damn kitten?" He asks, trying to keep his voice level and calm. The thing in Buck's wet, rain soaked hoodie, is nosing around with pinched, closed eyes, as though it can smell the damn fear radiating off him.

"Eddie, come on," Buck's voice is a whine, pleading, and Eddie hates when he uses that tone - because it's the same tone that convinced him to let Chris keep a hamster, and a rat, and a fish, and a ferret - but this is a damn kitten, that will grow into a cat, and Buck knows he hates cats with a passion so he can't possibly- "Please, Eddie. He's not even old enough to open his eyes. He'll die if we don't help him."

[lizzybizzyzzz]

“Oof,” Eddie grunts.

Buck pauses. “What’s wrong?”

“Your cat is sitting on me.”

“Oh.” Buck replies, pleased with that response. “Hi, Honey. She’s such a good girl. Taking care of you for me.”

That makes Eddie snort. “If by ‘taking care’ you mean ‘standing on my nipple,’ then yeah, she’s great at it.”

or, eddie has a nightmare while buck is on shift for the first time without him after the lightning strike, honey comforts him

lizzybizzyzzz on Ao3 | 1.3k words, completed

[thelikesofus]

Oh no. I'm having thoughts about Eddie adopting the feral gremlin cat from the firefighters saving cats thread and I might just have to write it

[kunstmull]

Wow, Japanese Cat Dad can do *~Celestial Aesthetic~*

[housewifebuck]

A cat would probably be better considering they are pretty independent (as long as they have food and water) and Firefighters have a hectic shift schedule

Buck would feel awful leaving a dog alone because Bobby probably wouldn't let him bring the dog to the station

Exactly….actually I think he would definitely adopt 2 bc he learns cats do better in pairs and he doesn’t want them to get lonely while he’s on shift…..