#clipboard buck

[bilosan]

clipboard buck + the 118

[catmomjudy]

(Gifs by @ayo-edebiri and @stevenrogered)

Evan “Food Police” Buckley and Ravi “I’m just here for the food” Panikkar

[mintedwitcher]

Hear me out: Tommy hearing about Clipboard Buck from the entire 118 before actually experiencing it for himself.

Tommy wants to take Buck on a holiday of some kind and is asking the 118 for advice on whether he should keep it a secret or let Buck help him in the planning. And they all tell him (warn him) about Clipboard Buck.

"What's so bad about that?" Tommy asks them all.

Bobby laughs and says, "It's intense, but the kid is damn efficient with it."

Chim just keeps shaking his head and says, "Don't you dare, Kinard. Don't do it."

Hen stares at Tommy like he's mad and says, "You really do not want to do that. It'll be the most efficient thing you'll ever see but you will want to throttle him at least eight times in the process."

Ravi looks like he's having war flashbacks as he mumbles something about "Probie charging pool, chainsaws." Tommy doesn't ask further.

Eddie rolls his eyes and says, "Okay it's dramatic, I'll admit, but if you just go with it, it's really not that bad."

Cue the explosion of protests from Hen, Chim and Ravi, all arguing that Eddie has Best Friend Privilege so of course it's not that bad for him. Tommy, having Boyfriend Privilege, decides to take the risk.

Tommy gets to experience Clipboard Buck two weeks later when he asks Buck for help planning their vacation. He's never been so efficient while sporting a raging boner before in his life.

[mattzerella-sticks]

You know when Buck gets married he's going to be an absolute groomzilla. Imagine this but in a tuxedo:

[its-a-show-stoppin-number]

idea: @bugboybuck

[theladycarpathia]

I've seen too much stuff about Clipboard Buck and Tommy lately to not write this.

His boyfriend on a power trip should not be hot. 

“See,” Chim mutters under his breath, leaning over the rail to watch Buck down below. “I warned you.”

“So you did,” Tommy agrees, keeping his true thoughts to himself. Buck has the clipboard clenched in one hand, pen in the other, and directs a reluctant Hen and Eddie as they perform checks on the ambulance and the ladder. 

“He’s a menace,” Chim continues, with feeling. “He’s a dictator!”

“Uh huh,” Tommy says, watching the furrow in Buck’s forehead as he makes another tick. He gestures furiously towards something in one of the ladder’s compartments and Eddie puts down the jaws to argue back. 

“We keep hiding the clipboards,” Chim says darkly. “I don’t know where he keeps finding them all.”

“Unfortunately for you, I think that’s something they sell at most major retailers,” Tommy quips and rests his arms on the railing. 

He’s worked under power-crazed maniacs. He was in the army, and then he had Captain Gerrard. His own father was one fully for his way or the highway. 

Buck being like this should not be hot. And yet all Tommy can think about is lying naked on the bed while Buck does things to him from a very meticulous and organized list. 

Eddie makes an obscene gesture behind Buck’s back and Tommy smirks. 

“And this is Buck on a regular Tuesday,” Chim says and pops his gum. “Wait until you see Buck in an emergency or organize an event. It’s a good thing you stopped by. You need to know these kinds of things about a person before you get serious.”

“I’m glad to see you too, Chim,” Tommy says, although stopping to chat to Chimney hadn’t been on his agenda for today. He and Buck have had conflicting shifts lately, and they’ve barely seen each other. Texts and a few brief phone calls have been all they’ve had to get them by and Tommy finally had enough of it. Bobby doesn’t mind Tommy swinging by the firehouse and seeing Buck if they’re not on a call. And today is apparently so quiet that Buck has time to do a thorough inspection of the vehicles. 

“Are you?” Chim asks suddenly, twisting towards Tommy with a surprisingly calculating look. “Getting serious?”

Tommy just shrugs. He knows the answer, he’s just not entirely willing to discuss it yet. But it’s been long enough now that they keep toothbrushes and few essentials at each other’s houses, that they have evenings where they sprawl together in front of the TV, just happy to be together. Tommy knows about his sister, the loss of Daniel, the myth of Abby and has even read Taylor Kelly’s book. 

Which he did in bed, reading several segments out loud, much to Buck’s horror and embarrassment. 

“You seem to be,” Chim comments, and down below Hen throws a roll of surgical tape at Buck. “Not that I’m complaining. We like you, Buck likes you, you flew us into a hurricane…”

“I like him too,” Tommy says, because honestly he’s been smitten since Buck came up with that stupid motto back in the helicopter. “Funny to think that Evan and I never met before as he only got to join the 118 because I left.”

“You got there in the end,” Chim says. “I mean this as nicely as possible but you leaving worked out great for me. If you hadn’t left, there wouldn’t have been a space to fill. If Buck hadn’t joined us…”

“Then you would never have met Maddie when she came to LA,” Tommy says, understanding instantly. Funny how something that simple has changed so many lives. He doesn’t regret moving to Harbor, even with the closeness that the 118 has now. He wouldn’t be who he is otherwise, without that space to accept himself. If he didn’t have that, maybe he wouldn’t be the person brave enough to kiss Buck. “I get it.”

“Although,” Chim continues, still watching Buck down below. “We wouldn’t have the Clipboard Dictator if you had stayed…”

“You love it really,” Tommy says, because he knows Chim loves Buck. But then Buck’s eyes swing upwards, towards the first floor and the two of them. 

“Oh shit,” Chimney hisses and then ducks below the railing. It doesn’t work because Buck just shouts “Chim, it’s glass! I can see you!”

“That wasn’t your best idea,” Tommy says and then offers Chimney a hand. “Come on. I’ll go down with you. Maybe I can make the tyrant a little bit sweeter.”

Chimney doesn’t look soothed by this. 

“Hello, Chimney,” Hen says pointedly, sitting on the back of the ambulance. “Nice to see you. How funny you happened to be hiding in the bathroom when Buck gets his clipboard out.”

“I wasn’t hiding,” Chimney mutters, eying Buck’s clipboard with apprehension. “Kinard, save me.”

“Evan,” Tommy says, snagging his boyfriend’s free wrist with one hand. “I came by to see you. Maybe we give the workforce a five minute break?”

Buck frowns down at his list. “I wanted to finish this before Bobby was done with his paperwork,” he says before looking suspiciously at his friends. “And if they leave, I don’t think they’ll come back.”

“Damn straight,” Eddie says under his breath. Hen just looks innocent, although Tommy is pretty sure they’re about to see three empty firefighter shaped spaces. 

“Just ten minutes,” Tommy cajoles, stroking the soft part of Buck’s wrist with his thumb. “I haven’t seen you all week.” He drops his voice down for the next part, hoping that Buck is as desperate to see him. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Buck practically throws the clipboard at Eddie. 

“Taking a break!” he says cheerfully, half dragging Tommy behind the engine. “Be back in ten or I will hunt you down.”

“Will he do it with a chainsaw, I wonder?” Hen has time to ask (Tommy feels as though he should follow up on this later), before all three of them vanish. Tommy doesn’t see because he’s pressing his boyfriend up against the gleaming red of the engine and kissing the breath out of him. 

“What can we do in ten minutes?” Buck asks, eyes glittering, running his hands up and down Tommy’s chest. 

“Probably not a lot, as we’re in the open, in a firehouse, during your workday,” Tommy admits begrudgingly. A week is a very long time. Buck’s salacious texts and suggestive selfies haven’t been enough. “But we have time off in two days and I want to spend every second with you.”

“Good,” Buck says and the next few minutes pass very quickly. Buck tastes of coffee and he keeps both hands planted on Tommy’s rear - if he keeps squeezing like that, Tommy is going to have difficulty walking out of here. 

“I think we order takeout and movies and don’t leave the house for twenty-four hours,” Tommy suggests, just as Buck licks the shell of his ear. Fuck. This kid will be the death of him. 

“Fine by me,” Buck says and pulls him in for one last kiss. “But I really should get back to work. Call you when I’m off?”

There’s such obvious suggestion in his voice that want searches in Tommy’s gut almost instantly. He pushes it down and strokes Buck’s rather red jaw. 

“Can’t wait,” he says. “And Evan? Go easy on your friends.”

But the others are waiting for them, standing in a line by the stairs, obvious glee written all over their faces. Eddie is holding Buck’s clipboard and Tommy deftly removes it from his grasp. 

“Why, Mr Buckley,” Hen says, looking them up and down with a smirk. “That’s not a proper use of company time.”

“Ha ha,” Buck says mutinously, and with far more confidence than someone wearing a ridiculous amount of beard burn should have. “We have a lot to do. Where’s the…?”

Tommy hastily recaps the pen and hands it back to Buck, as though nothing is changed. He’d feel bad about it if it was an official document. But as it was Buck’s handwritten list of chores, he thinks the others might get some amusement out of it. 

He kisses Buck on the cheek and waves goodbye, quickly ducking out of the firehouse before Buck notices. 

“Who vandalized my list?” Buck shrieks indignantly and Tommy just skips all the way back to his truck.

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Buck: All right, there are seven days until the wedding, so we are officially transitioning from the "Month Of" clipboard to the… "Week Of" clipboard.

Eddie: My goodness. They're getting bigger.

Buck: You should see the honeymoon clipboard.

Eddie: Ooh. Is there a section for sex stuff?

Buck: Several. Ordered by physical exertion and time for you to rest so you can still walk around and enjoy daytime activities.

Eddie: I'm so in love with you.

[bisasterbuckley]

911 as text posts 11/?

[terrywho-cartoons]

Buck ♥️

[buckevantommy]

buck in full clipboard mode as he helps eddie cull the stuff from his garage that he doesn't want which includes a bunch of stuff from his relatives who decided to use his garage as a storage space over the years. buck is on it. he's posted everything online and there's people coming over the weekend to pick up their items. buck has their info and their item(s) and the prices all written down. everything is in a paperbag or box depending on what it is. the bigger things that won't fit in a box or bag just have labels - but everything has labels. buck is on it.

and then this guy called tommy shows up. and he's a rescue pilot, which is somehow an even cooler job than buck being a firefighter. and he's big - bigger than buck, which is oddly comforting. he's built too - buck wants to ask the guy all about his workout routine and mealplan situation. tommy is easy to talk to and so cool and for the first time in a long time buck clicks with someone and wants to get to know them better, gain a new friend.

buck had to leave chris in charge of the clipboard on sunday while he had a shift bc eddie couldn't be trusted. he was annoyed he wouldn't get to see tommy again - bc he had to come back and pick up an extra part to the thing he bought. apparently he and eddie really hit off bc they start hanging out after that - without buck. which sucks. he wants to be included. he wants to hang out with tommy. buck wasn't there the second time tommy showed up so now he's behind in tommy-time and also has no reason to contact the guy.

so he creates a reason. he finds something in eddie's garage he think tommy might be interested in and steals his number from eddie's phone and texts the guy. and when tommy says he's interested buck makes sure to set a time for tommy to come by when eddie is out.

and unbeknownst to buck: tommy had been hoping evan would call. and tried to manage his hope when he finally did. but he can't stop thinking about evan's sunbright smile and the effortless way he helped tommy manhandle that item into the bed of his truck and his muscles flexing under that too-tight t-shirt and the way the sun caught in his curls and how good he was with chris and how good a friend he is to eddie and how competent and bossy yet cute he was with his little clipboard. tommy doesn't even need the second item evan told him about - he already has one - but he jumps at the opportunity to see him again. he just has to manage his expectations bc from what eddie has mentioned buck seems to be straight.

basically: tommy meeting clipboard!buck first au.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Reboot

"Slow down, Howie. What are you talking about? Is Evan okay?" Tommy's voice trembled with concern.

"He's lost it, Tommy! He's on a rampage!" Chimney shouted through the phone, his words tinged with panic.

Tommy took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Howie, can you give the phone to someone who can explain what the hell is going on?"

There was a shuffle, and then a familiar voice came on the line. "Tommy? Are you on your way yet?"

"Hen, I just got into my truck, but I'm really freaking out. Is my boyfriend okay?"

"Tommy, man. Just get here," Eddie's voice cut in, grave and urgent.

Tommy's knuckles whitened as he gripped the steering wheel, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Tommy screeched into the 118's parking lot, tires squealing as he brought his truck to an abrupt halt. His heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted towards the firehouse, pushing through the doors with such force they slammed against the walls.

Breathless, he skidded to a stop, nearly colliding with a familiar figure.

"Tommy! Babe, what are you doing here?" Evan's bright blue eyes widened in surprise, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

Tommy blinked, confusion washing over him as he took in Evan's calm demeanor. There was no sign of the 'rampage' Chimney had described. His boyfriend looked perfectly normal, if a bit puzzled by Tommy's dramatic entrance.

"I... what?" Tommy managed to sputter, his gaze darting around the seemingly peaceful firehouse. "Are you okay? They said...Howie said..."

"Tommy, you're here! Thank God!" Chimney rushed over, relief and urgency warring in his voice.

Tommy's gaze darted between Chimney's panicked expression and Evan's bewildered one. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded, frustration edging into his tone.

Chimney grabbed Tommy's arm, pulling him slightly away from Evan. He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a frantic whisper. "He's... he's Clipboard Buck!"

Tommy's brow furrowed, more confused than ever. He looked back at Evan, who seemed equally perplexed by Chimney's behavior.

"Clipboard Buck?" Tommy repeated slowly, trying to make sense of the situation. "What does that even mean?"

Evan stepped forward, concern etching his features. "Chim, are you feeling okay? You've been acting weird all day."

Chimney's eyes widened, and he tugged on Tommy's arm more insistently. "See? He doesn't even realize what he's doing!"

Tommy found himself caught between his boyfriend's apparent normalcy and Chimney's genuine distress. Something strange was definitely happening at the 118.

"What is 'Clipboard Buck'?" Tommy asked, his confusion growing by the second.

Hen appeared beside Chimney, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Give him a clipboard and he's a menace," she explained, gesturing towards Evan.

Eddie joined the group, running a hand through his hair. "Tommy, he's my best friend, but Clipboard Buck is a demon."

Tommy looked back at Evan, who was now frowning slightly, clipboard in hand. The pieces started to fall into place.

"Are you telling me," Tommy began slowly, "that you called me here in a panic because my boyfriend is being... overly efficient?"

Chimney nodded vigorously. "You don't understand. He's reorganized the entire station. Twice. He's scheduling surprise drills. He's itemizing our lunch breaks!"

Evan stepped forward, tapping his pen against the clipboard. "I'm just trying to improve our response times and overall efficiency. I don't see what the problem is."

Tommy found himself caught between laughter and disbelief. The situation was absurd, yet the genuine distress of Evan's colleagues was hard to ignore.

"Okay," Tommy said, taking a deep breath. "Let me get this straight. You all freaked me out, made me think Evan was in danger or having some kind of breakdown, because he's... being too organized?"

"Overly efficient? Too organized?" Chimney sputtered, his eyes wide with disbelief. He gripped Tommy's shoulders, his voice dropping to a haunted whisper. "Tommy, I swear I have PTSD from his time as a fire marshal."

Eddie nodded solemnly. "It's not just about being organized. It's about the relentless pursuit of perfection that borders on tyranny."

Tommy's gaze shifted between the distressed faces of Evan's team and his boyfriend's puzzled expression.

"Guys, aren't you overreacting a bit?" Evan asked, his brow furrowed. "I'm just trying to help us be the best we can be."

The collective groan from the team spoke volumes.

Tommy ran a hand over his face, torn between amusement at the absurdity of the situation and concern for both his boyfriend and his colleagues. He realized he'd have to play mediator in this bizarre scenario.

"Okay," Tommy said, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. "Let's all take a breath. Evan, baby, maybe we should talk about appropriate levels of... enthusiasm in the workplace. And you guys," he turned to the team, "maybe we can find a way to channel Evan's energy productively without causing a mutiny?"

Chimney's eyes lit up with sudden hope. "Why don't you just take him home and let him be efficient there?" he suggested, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Yep, we already cleared it with Bobby," Hen added quickly, nodding vigorously.

Eddie chimed in, "It's for the good of the team. And Buck's safety." He glanced meaningfully at Chimney, who was eyeing the clipboard like it was a venomous snake.

Tommy blinked, taken aback by their eagerness to get rid of Evan. He turned to his boyfriend, who was now looking more perplexed than upset.

"Wait, you guys want me to leave?" Evan asked. "I'm revolutionizing our efficiency!"

Tommy felt a mix of amusement and sympathy. He placed a hand on Evan's shoulder, trying to calm him down. "Hey, how about we channel that energy at home, huh? My house could use some of your organizational skills."

Evan glanced at his clipboard, then back at his colleagues. "But I'm not finished here. There's still so much we could optimize."

"Sweetheart, it's time to go," Tommy said gently but firmly.

Evan sighed, his shoulders dropping slightly. "Fine, but don't come complaining to me when things start falling apart around here."

As they turned to leave, Evan tucked the clipboard under his arm, clearly not ready to part with it just yet. Tommy suppressed a smile, realizing he might have his work cut out for him at home.

Tommy caught sight of Chimney mouthing 'Thank you' behind Evan's back. He shook his head, amused and exasperated by the whole situation.

As they settled into Tommy's truck, he turned to Evan with a warm smile. "How about we work on improving our efficiency in the bedroom?" Tommy suggested, his tone playful.

Evan's eyes widened slightly, a hint of color rising to his cheeks. "I think we're already plenty productive in there," he replied, matching Tommy's tone. Then, his expression shifted, that telltale look of determination crossing his face. "Although, I could make a spreadsheet to track our performance metrics and identify areas for optimization!"

Tommy couldn't help but laugh, a mix of amusement and affection washing over him. "Evan," he said, shaking his head. "How about we keep the clipboard out of our sex life?

Evan pouted for a moment before a sly smile crept onto his face. "Fine, no spreadsheets. But I reserve the right to conduct thorough performance reviews."

"Now that," Tommy said, leaning in for a quick kiss, "is the kind of efficiency I can get behind."

As they drove away from the station, both men chuckling, Tommy's phone buzzed with a text. It was from Chimney: "Do anything you can to reboot the robot. I do not want details."

Tommy snorted, shaking his head at Chimney's message. He glanced at Evan, who was reaching for the glove compartment, probably to reorganize its contents.

"You know what?" Tommy said, gently catching Evan's hand. "I think I have some ideas on how to keep you occupied when we get home. No clipboards involved."

Evan's eyebrows shot up, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh? And will these activities improve the home's overall efficiency?"

Tommy laughed, squeezing Evan's hand. "Let's just say, it'll be a very hands-on approach to team building."

As they drove home, Tommy couldn't help but think that "rebooting the robot" might just be the most enjoyable task he'd had all week.

[thestrangestthlng]

Mitchell & Thomas | Buck Actually | S2 E8 | Buck & Tommy | There Goes The Groom | S7 E6 |

[typicalopposite]

Oh I should not be thinking about marriage proposals for a couple we have no confirmation will be long term…

Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut…

Imagine with me, if you will, Buck getting ready for a date with Tommy and there’s a knock on his door. It’s Eddie and— and he’s holding a—

“What’s with the clipboard,” Buck laughs. Eddie flicks his eyes up from where he is busy scribbling something that Buck tries to see but Eddie pulls the clipboard up so he can’t.

“You… are late,” Eddie responds — matter of factly, albeit nonsensically because… late for what? Before he can ask, Eddie swoops the pen around elegantly like he does with his signature and then tucks the board under his arm. “Let’s go.”

And then they are off on a very wild (very confusing for poor Buck) adventure of Buck being passed — with the constantly hidden from his eyes clipboard — from person to person and place to place until he finally ends up at the 118 with Athena who hands the clipboard one last time to Bobby and after some sentimental fatherly speech he gives it to Buck.

On it is a picture frame boarder and what everyone had been scribbling the whole time were their signature and little messages. In the middle where a picture would go it just says turn around.

Buck does and there’s Tommy down on one knee and his whole entire family (his whole entire world) is watching as one of the happiest days of Bucks life unfolds.

And of course he says Yes!

And yeah…. Imma need to get a google doc going for this because it’s made me feel all soft inside!

[emolionsrawr]

chimney: i never thought i'd have to say this

maddie: what's that howie?

chimney: it's something i would never wish upon my enemy

maddie: howie you're scaring me

chimney: *passes a clipboard to buck* please take over our wedding planning

buck: *tears up* i won't let you down chim!

maddie: oh my god you initiated clipboard buck

chimney: ITS THE ONLY WAY MADDIE!

[styxhuntress]

My favorite 9-1-1 Buck Headcanons that we have all basically accepted as unofficial canon

bobby having paperwork already filled out for when buddie happens

Hen having a betting pool organized around when buddie gets together and Athena winds up being the one who wins

Literally everyone knowing buddie is in love way before they do

Eddie, Bobby and Athena all having an intense hatred for the Buckley parents and have get togethers to plan for supporting Buck whenever they are gonna be around

Buck absolutely loves getting flowers

Eddie/Tommy or whoever you ship with Buck loves giving him little kisses on his birthmark

Buck who had never been really looked after loves being taken care of

Buck absolutely melting whenever he gets truly heart felt compliments or praise

Clipboard!Buck being absolutely adorable and/or hot to Eddie and/or Tommy

Clipboard!Buck being the rest of the crews worst fear and Ravi’s personal nightmare.

Buck being the favorite adult to all the 118 kids

Buck regularly meeting up with May and the two of them having an off-screen sibling relationship

Buck being absolutely adored by Eddie’s Abuela and Tia Pepa

Bobby and Athena are Buck’s unofficial parents

[nubuckleather]

I definitely want to see more uncommon character pairings in s8 like maybe

Bobby starts working at dispatch while he’s being blocked out of the 118 and he and Maddie team up to solve a mystery

Ravi takes it upon himself to guide Athena through the turbulent Los Angeles real estate market

Chimney and Karen face off against the horrible PTA moms at Mara’s school

Clipboard Buck goes undercover as Gerrard’s sycophant (and you guys thought Tommy was the spy🙄)

Eddie’s quest for self-improvement leads him to audit a class at USC and he becomes study buddies with May