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[princessfbi]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

So I answered this here! BUT I'll do five more!

Tear Me to Pieces; Skin to Bone 

Which is the fic I wrote where Buck goes undercover for the LAPD to find a serial killer.

Smoke and Ashes Brushed Off with Ink

Tattoo Artist Eddie is one of my most beloved! I wrote this fic coming out of a depressive episode and set a goal with it so it's double special!

I Don't Mind Waiting (If It's For You) 

This is my trashy romance murder mystery AU where Eddie is a homicide detective and Buck is the only witness to the crime.

What a Wicked Thing to Do (to Let Me Dream of You)

FWB buddie where Buck is still with Abby and making the most stellar of choices.

Oh Captain (My Captain), Our Fearful Trip is Done 

Bobby and Buck get taken hostage!

[midsummersmorn]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooh thank you! @spotsandsocks also sent me this 😌

Well since I have a total of five fics I don’t think it would be fair for me to list all of those lmao but I do have three I love a lot!

emerald star in the sky - this fic is my baby, it’s not a long fic but I love everything about it. It’s my will fic with my own twist on it and I have Buck and Eddie get together by the end of it.

I could take you - my first ever buddie fic and also my first ever attempt at smut, this fic is also a gift for @cowboydiazes who encouraged me so much and also was the reason I started watching 911 so 😘 to KJ forever. This fic is basically about Eddie being unable to stop thinking about Buck and how he was in the kitchen scene back in season 3.

Touch my heart (and let it rest) - this fic came from me being annoyed that Buck and Eddie hadn’t talked about the shooting yet so I did it myself, I still find it funny that the show brought it up way after I posted this.

Anyway thank you for this! I appreciate it!

[hippolotamus]

Shiver? For cat! Buck 😍❤️💕

Hi Friend! So I didn’t have shiver and thought I’d make a sentence with it. Turns out my hand slipped. Oops 🤷🏻‍♀️

“So,” Buck says hesitantly, gaze glued to the bay floor, “your plans the other morning. You were on a date?”

Eddie has a feeling this is what Buck’s been working up to all day. The reason he’s been moping and avoiding any conversation deeper than the weather forecast. Still it makes Eddie freeze, like he’s been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. It’s not as if dating is something he feels like he has to hide, except… with Buck it does. Eddie never wants to be anything less than one hundred percent honest with his best friend. So why does it feel like the words are stuck in his throat?

“Uh, yeah. I was. Just breakfast. Nothing big.” It feels important to clarify that the date was casual. That there’s no implication of fancy or dressing up or going home with anyone.

Buck finally risks a glance from where he’s sitting on the back bumper of the ladder truck, one eyebrow raised. He looks apprehensive, like he doesn’t really want to know the answer, as he asks, “With Ana Flores, right?”

Eddie hopes he’s able to conceal his surprised reaction, but guessing from the way Buck barrels on he’s not successful.

“I mean, you saw her on that call and then you had plans. Kinda hard not to put two and two together. Even for someone as bad at math as me. So?”

So what? What is Buck really asking? Was it good? Will they be going out again? Eddie decides to play dumb and parrots the question back. Because he knows what to say, but he can’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Sooo, how was it?” Buck cracks a genuine smile that lights up his whole face and Eddie’s heart in a way that Eddie thinks he could live off of the rest of his life. “C’mon, man, details.”

“I don’t know. It was… nice. She was nice. We talked, we had good food—”

“Are you going out again?”

This time when Eddie looks, Buck’s smile falters. It’s so slight he could’ve imagined it. He convinces himself that must have been what happened because there’s no way Buck cares if there’s going to be a second date.

“Yeah. I mean that’s the plan. We didn’t set up anything specific, but we agreed to, you know, go out again.”

The words feel sticky, trying to stay where they are, and Eddie can’t find it in himself to look directly at his best friend.

“Hey, uh, that’s great.” Buck abruptly stands and claps Eddie on the shoulder. “I hope it works out for you. I’m gonna go see if Bobby needs help with dinner.”

Bucks hand trails off Eddie’s uniform shirt and Eddie desperately wants to grab it back. Wants to tell Buck that there doesn’t need to be a second date with Ana. There could be a first one with him. A first, a second, a lifetime’s worth if that’s what Buck wants. But Buck is already upstairs in the loft, laughing at something Chim or Hen must’ve said. He’s bright and brilliant and warm.

Eddie reaches up to his shoulder, feeling the phantom weight where Buck’s fingers were, and shivers for reasons that have nothing to do with the late summer breeze.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

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[thelikesofus]

Hi friend!!

May I ask for more orphan au please? If you'd like to share! 💕

this follows straight on from this part I shared with @monsterrae1

from the orphan au:

In the reflection of a nearby window, Eddie takes in his appearance. He hasn’t really looked at himself in months—hasn’t been in front of a mirror in even longer. He had had enough sense the night before to trade a packet of cookies with Leah for ten minutes with her clippers in the back corner of a laundry mat. His hair had been curling over his forehead and the scruff around his chin had been leaning more on the ragged side than a distinguished beard. There was little he could do about it but at least now with his hair buzzed down short and his face smooth-shaven–as best as a rusty razor can do—he looks slightly less, well, homeless. He runs his fingers over his short hair as though that will flatten it further and fulls a face at his reflection.

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[monsterrae1]

Can I have 3 more sentences of Amnesia Exes please? 😍😍😍

Hi bestie, of course! I'm currently supposed to be editing this one, so here's a bit more:

“Okay kid” Eddie said, walking into the room with the walker “We’re gonna be right here, okay? We won’t let you fall”

Chris looked at him while he helped him grab into the handles, Buck was standing kneeling behind him, his arms stretched out in case Chris lost his balance and fell backwards while Eddie had his arms covering his front and sides.

“You got this” Isabel said from her seat where she was watching them.

Chris nodded, his tiny brows knitting together in a concentrated frown, and took his first shaky steps with his new walker. They all cheered when he made it to the other side of the room, and started to pick up the pace a little, waving Eddie out of the way.

“Okay, okay!” Eddie moved to stand back with Buck, and they both watched as Chris walked all over the room, watching him carefully in case he stumbled or fell.

“Hey” Buck said in a soft voice, his shoulder bumping into Eddie’s, “You’re doing an amazing job”

[marthamaewhovier]

More compartment syndrome pleaseeee 🙏🙏🙏

A few sentences for you!

Buck’s hair always smells like honeysuckle. Eddie’s sniffed every single hair product in Buck’s bathroom and yet he’s never figured out the source. It’s not even a scent that products for men would normally have, and Eddie’s half convinced it’s because it’s just Buck.

He’d never noticed it before quarantine. Then, he couldn’t miss it, resting his head on Buck’s pillow. Waking up with Buck held to his chest, the sweet scent of a childhood summer clinging to the soft hair his nose was pressed into.

Right now his hair just smells like blood and sweat.

[thosetwofirefighters]

Hi!! Fake dating au please? If you'd like to share! 😊💕

feeling generous today! and not only giving you what I consider to be a long-ish snippet but also it's lowkey a major part of the fic...but I've been playing this one close to my chest, so I figured y'all are due for a treat lol

Buck wakes up with a headache, surprised that LA had allowed them a night uninterrupted by alarms, especially after the busy day yesterday. His head is still foggy though, and it feels like he hasn’t gotten enough sleep—probably because while he had slept through the night, he hadn’t gone to bed until early in the morning. Instead, Buck had stayed up half-watching TV to avoid the silence of the bunks and memories he’s tried to bury, and apparently he had fallen asleep on the couch. Someone moves next to him, and he opens his eyes to find Nathan sitting there, having pulled Buck’s feet into his lap. Buck sits up, pulling away from the man and flushing when he realizes almost everyone else is already up. Hen and Chimney openly laugh at him from the dining table and Bobby wishes him good morning, his tone soft and fond. “Good morning,” Nate says quietly, a blush rising on his cheeks, and Buck sleepily returns the greeting, staring at him wide-eyed, confused because as far as Buck knows, Nathan should still think he's dating someone. Because Buck—the idiot that he is—lied. And told his ex that he has a boyfriend all to avoid some minor flirting. Nathan hasn’t mentioned it since they first discussed it, but Buck can tell he’s been thinking about it. He keeps looking at him with this knowing look, and Buck has been—successfully, until now—avoiding him. Buck moves to get up, but Nathan grabs his wrist, causing him to freeze. Nathan leans closer, and Buck wishes he had more room to scoot over and put some distance between them, but unfortunately, he’s already pretty much pushed against the arm of the couch, so instead he just looks down at his hands. “Look, I just want to let you know,” Nathan whispers, “that your secret is safe with me.” “Huh?” “You and Eddie,” Nathan answers. “I know he’s your boyfriend.” Buck’s head picks up from its position staring at his lap, and he gapes at Nathan. He almost laughs at the idea of him and Eddie together but manages to hide most of his reaction. He’s about to correct Nathan—and say what exactly, he doesn’t know—but the other man speaks again before he can. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna tell anyone. I know you’re probably keeping it a secret for a reason.”

tbh this is definitely one of my favorite moments that I've written so far, so pls let me know what you think! <3

[try-set-me-on-fire]

what useless tools ourselves

Rated G // 4905 words

After Eddie chokes out what he can of a tragedy nearly a decade in the making, and after they go together to make sure Christopher is okay — the kid's eyes are wide where they meet Buck's over his father's shoulder, Eddie still trembling as he holds him — they sit back down at the kitchen table and Buck cleans Eddie's knuckles.

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Buck, between the breakdown and dawn. Written for the BTHB prompt bloody knuckles.

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[spaceprincessem]

like when the sun came out | 39k buddie fic | ao3

[or the buck sees ghosts au]

He turns the water up too hot in the shower, but lets the pain ease that aching inside of him. He feels unexplainably cold and the steam helps chase away the chill that seems to permeate the entirety of the loft. He doesn’t waste time and quickly towels off so he can throw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie because it’s only grown colder even in the tiny space of his bathroom. He thinks about checking the thermostat just as a pounding headache, sudden and sickening, hits him.  He fumbles to open up the bathroom cabinet and grabs the nearest bottle of medication. He forces at least three pills into his throat before bending down to gulp a mouthful of sink water. His mouth rings with a sharp, metallic taste that wasn’t there before and as he closes the mirror he nearly jumps out of his skin. Standing just behind him in the reflection of the mirror is the Crooked Smiled Man.  He turns, movements uncoordinated and a bit jerky, and knocks anything sitting on the counter to the floor. There’s no one there, but Buck knows. He knows. As soon as he looks back at the mirror he will be standing there, smiling smiling smiling like he always is. He bolts from the bathroom, tripping over a pile of dirt clothes to get to his phone. The record has stopped playing and the loft is only filled with the sound of it endlessly spinning and the pound of Buck’s own heart. He completely pulls the charger from the wall as he fumbles to put in his passcode. He doesn’t know who to call first. Everyone is busy, carrying on with their lives and Buck is stuck here in the loft with the terrifying ghost of his childhood like an omen. Out of the corner of his eye he catches the Crooked Smiled Man now standing in the dark entrance way to his bathroom. He swallows around the taste of blood in his mouth, hands shaking, useless as his list of contacts blur beneath the burn of tears. Eddie Eddie Eddie He doesn’t know where the feeling comes from, but it’s sudden and sharp and excruciating. Eddie is the first name at the top of his list, his most recent calls and texts, and he doesn’t hesitate to hit the call button.  The phone rings and rings and rings.

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[lonelychicago]

seven sentence sunday! 📲🎖️

tagged by the lovelies @prince-buck-diaz @devirnis @honestlydarkprincess @barbiediaz @transbuck @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @hippolotamus @panbuckley <333

okay so while i was making a cover for @buddierights i got inspired and wrote a little bit for my army buddies au where buck was in that helicopter crash with eddie and he's one of the army friends in s5 eddie calls when he's in therapy pre breakdown <33

(here's a moodboard)

and here's the snippet:

"Talk about your pain with someone who shares it. Think about that first trauma and then talk to someone who can understand exactly what you've been through." It's what his therapist has said.

And listen, therapy is... a lot. It's intense and it's draining and it's like pulling at his teeth every session he has. It leaves Eddie with an uncomfortable buzzing under his skin and with the urge to scream and yell and punch a wall.

But.

It's working. Slowly and almost imperceptibly, but Eddie is noticing the little changes— the way his shoulders don't feel quite like he's carrying the weight of the world on them anymore or the way it's the tiniest bit easier to laugh with his colleagues or his son.

And he has to admit, Frank isn't that bad as a therapist. He makes pretty good points most of the time.

And Eddie... he's been thinking about them a lot. About the friends he made in the army and the people who have been right beside him in his nightmares for months.

He thinks about Anita, Blake and Miller...

He thinks about Buck, too. A lot. More than he'd like to admit. More than it's probably healthy.

He thinks about the private jokes the both of them shared and how the team would always tease them about it, how they would always complain that Buck and Eddie were basically a separate unit, just the two of them.

God, Anita would always laugh and call them lovebirds during drills.

"C'mon, Diaz! Are you coming or are you staying to make out with Buckley?"

Eddie looks down at the phone being held in his shaky hands. The screen displaying a name that's been chasing Eddie for almost four years now.

Please pick up, please pick up. He chants in his head as his heart hammers inside his chest, beating painfully against his ribs and almost making it impossible to breathe.

Pick up, pick up.

"Hello?" Someone picks up the call just a few seconds before it goes to voicemail. The voice is raspy and hesitant but it breathes a new life into Eddie as soon as he hears it, the relief so overwhelming he could fall to his knees. "Eddie?"

"Hey, Buck."

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[midsummersmorn]

🎶✨️Choose 5 songs u actually listen to, and publish. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers! (positivity is cool)🎶✨️

We carry on (Feat. Amy Stroup) by the Phantoms

Sober by Demi Lovato

Ready Set by Vo Williams

Dusk in the Heath by Koichi Sugiyama

Fight or Flight by Conan Gray

This was so fun thank you!

[hippolotamus]

Hi!!!! As I'm sure you predicted, I'm here to beg for any cat! Buck you might want to share? ✨💫💕😍

Hi!!!!! You get some bonus words… just because 😊 Have some cat!Buck. (I’m sorry it’s not the most exciting bit)

Eddie is dating now. At least he’s pretty sure that’s what it is.

Bobby told him he needs to move on. That one day he won’t wake up and immediately think of his dead wife. So. He made a phone call, met Ana for breakfast, and it went well. They even made plans to meet up again.

She’s attractive, funny, obviously well educated, and Christopher already likes her. It feels like a good thing. It is a good thing. That’s what he focuses on until his phone chimes in his pocket. The ridiculous [text tone] Buck set so Eddie would always know it’s him.

When he checks the message, there’s a picture of an open takeout box. Finally getting to eat this. If you can believe it, someone started choking at the restaurant and we never did get to have breakfast together. Probably good you already had plans.

Eddie rolls his eyes even though no one is around to see him. Even after the insanity of the last shift, no one’s going to convince him jinxes are a real thing. There’s plenty of legitimate magick — and logic — to explain what happened. No need to defend the notion that one word being spoken equates to an automatic day from hell. He honestly doesn’t understand how any of them believe it when they all have gifts of some sort.

[honestlydarkprincess]

Jess!!! Can I have more Vegas buddie please? 😍😍😍

“N-no, that’s not it. I’m excited, I promise. We’re going to have a great time. I just…when you said ‘leaving your kid’ … it made it seem like you were saying Chris was my kid too,” Buck mumbled, feeling shy. He didn’t think he had misunderstood Eddie, but he had been known to misunderstand the assignment. He really, really wanted this time not to be a misunderstanding, though.

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[chronicowboy]

for life | 4.3k

It starts when Eddie gets shot. It's a lot of factors all at once that crash together and spiral into what could be the most spectacularly poor string of decisions Buck has ever made, but the taste of his best friend's blood still lingers on his tongue like a thick layer of ash, so maybe it can be excused. Because a sniper's large calibre round had torn through the relative calm of morning in downtown Los Angeles and now Buck knows two things: he's in love with Eddie, and he'd follow him anywhere—even to death.

Except, he can't. Because there's a little boy at 4995 South Bedford Street waiting for his dad to come home, and Buck has to be somehow more than he is. He has to find it in himself to scrub Eddie's blood from his skin and put his own emotions aside, so that he can hold that little boy in his arms and make promises he has no right to make.

Besides, Eddie has a different hand to tether him to life now; small and delicate and gentle in a way Buck's hands never were, never could be—they've only ever been big and bloody and always too late.

So, Buck goes back to the only home he's ever known, changed to the very core of him. He thinks about how the cells of the human body are constantly regenerating into something newer, something less damaged by the world, and he wonders if he's in a whole different body to the one he was in this morning—his heart is forever changed, that much he knows. Buck tries to ignore the tumorous black mass of pain in his chest as he tells Christopher about his dad, but it's the shiny-eyed hope of a kid that's been through too much that brings him to his knees because Eddie is okay, of course he's okay when he has Christopher to come home to, but he almost wasn't, and Buck doesn't know if he'll ever be okay again.

It's late when Christopher finally falls asleep, and Buck stands from his vigil by the wrong—but also maybe the right—bedside with numb legs, and he doesn't know if it's Eddie on a ventilator or the pins and needles that has him staggering towards the door. He grabs the stuff to make up the couch without a second thought and builds his bed with trembling hands as he tries not to think about the empty one down the hall. When it's done, he makes no move to lie down, just sits on the edge of the pull-out mattress and stares until tears prick at his eyes like a thousand microscopic needles.

Before he knows what he's doing, Buck is dialling a number more familiar to him than his own and bringing the phone up to his ear. It rings and rings and rings and clicks.

"You've reached Eddie Diaz, call me back or leave a message after the beep."

For a moment, Buck just breathes down the line, uncaring that Eddie will wake up in a few days and listen to the shaky wheeze of his exhales. He just needs a moment. The timbre of Eddie's voice so damn alive compared to the croak he'd had in the engine when he'd asked if Buck was hurt as he'd bled out.

(OR: five times buck uses random facts to tell eddie how he feels + the one time christopher does it for him)

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[thelikesofus]

💜🔊💛💭

Literally always thinking about 'noodles stay, water go' 🥹😭😍

💜: i want to make sure you’re happy

🔊: im really glad i started following you!

💛: i just think you’re cute!

💭: i think about you a lot

"noodle stay, water go" is an iconic line if I do say so myself 😂💕 much love for you xx

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