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[housewifebuck]

3x03 -> 4x14

[kinley-cafe]

My favorite cafe headcanon is that Tommy keeps a box of bucks favorite tea in the back and whenever Bucks leg is flaring up with pain, Tommy will make Buck a cup of tea in his favorite mug along with one of those wing shaped crossiants Tommy always makes sure he has extras of stashed away for days like this.

This is also one of my favorite headcanons. Tommy makes Buck some peppermint tea in one of his Harbor Station mugs that Buck got really attached to after Tommy got into the habit of making a cup of coffee, only drinking half, and giving it to Buck to finish when he'd hurry out the door for a shift, so it kinda just became their cup lol

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[honestlydarkprincess]

Hiiiii 💕💕💕💕

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-❤️🪐

💀 - reckless buck

Eddie swallowed roughly. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry? It’s not your fault,” Buck said softly, hesitating for a minute before reaching out and taking Eddie’s hand, threading their fingers together. His heart beat quickly in his chest, he was finally holding hands with Eddie Diaz. Huh, maybe almost dying wasn’t so bad.

“I sent you away,” Eddie muttered, staring hard at their joined hands. Buck would worry that he was overstepping, that he was being weird by holding on to Eddie if it not for the way that Eddie clung to him, desperately holding on.

“Eddie,” Buck sighed. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault. You couldn’t have known that this would have happened when you asked for space— which is something I never want you to feel like you can’t ask from me.”

“Idon’twantspace, Ijustwantyou,” Eddie said in a rush, the words jumbling together.

“What was that?” Buck asked, turning a little so he could face Eddie as much as the position would allow.

Eddie sighed, his cheeks flushing. “I said: I don’t want space, I just want you.”

“You have me, Eds. Always,” Buck promised, squeezing his hand.

“Not…not in the way I want,” Eddie muttered, his lips curved down in a pout.

make me write!

[lemotmo]

Hey ☺️

Something that is really interesting to me is that I have been in the buddie fandom since 6b ( right after the lightning strike) and to my knowledge, I have never seen buddie trend so much on tumblr as it has been this past week.

It’s definitely making me wonder what’s in store for the rest of the season, plot wise. I’ve heard the term something has shifted in regards to the show but in seriousness something has shifted and it’s making me 👀👀👀

What are your thoughts on this observation?

-❤️🪐

Yeah, I've noticed as well. Even after episode 5, which was heavy on the BT, it was Buddie/Buck and Eddie who was trending.

I think it's because we can all feel the change this season. The promo has been very effective in catching everyone up on the fact that Eddie is (outside of the collosal story of him losing his son) going to go through something big and it's been hinted at that this might have to do with his sexuality.

People are generally more aware of Eddie and Buck now as well as the press is now writing about them. This means that the general audience is being exposed to Buddie as well.

People who have heard of them are jumping on the Buddie bandwagon, excited about the prospect of the '2 gay firefighters they've heard so much about' actually getting together.

It's all coming together now. It's building up to something and there's a sense of anticipation, excitement and apprehension.

That's the way I see it. 😋

[sibylsleaves]

Hello! ☺️

💖💗🥰

For the fic asks

- Saturn 🪐

💖 a fic you read you recently loved and why!

oh my god I binge read soooooo many good fics on a 13 hour flight a few weeks ago...one that sticks out to me was sweet dream (beautiful nightmare) by @bookinit02 because it was SUCH a fun and unique premise that happened to touch on one of my favorite tropes

💗 a fic you’ve reread again and again and why!

it's been a minute but i went through a phase where i reread i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove like twice a month. Technically not the FIRST buddie fic I ever read but close to it. Something about the way kris writes buck pining just KILLS me and this fic has such a special place in my heart 🫶

🥰 what tropes do you gravitate toward?

Mutual Pining is the big one I just it when they pine...for Buddie, I love fwb because it's so inevitably insane, and also Not Actually Unrequited because it's just fun to see how they try and navigate their relationship under those circumstances...and i absolutely adore the amnesia trope. Like genuinely I go crazy for it.

fic ask game

[disasterbuck]

Why hello Anna 💕💕💕💕💕💕

You’ve got so many interesting wips!!

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💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤

☎️☎️

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hiii! 🥰 thank you!

are the 💕's in the hello included? lol

(also, I haven't actually answered all of them yet. But the ones I haven't answered yet, I've made a new draft so that I won't forget and I'll eventually post it separately!! Hope that's okay! 😘)

🩲🩲🩲🩲🩲🩲🩲🩲 - boxer briefs

The question was so surprising that Buck sat back in his chair with a thump. Did he want Eddie to be gay? How was he supposed to answer that? Eddie being gay or not wasn't up to him, it was a personal thing that only Eddie could decide. Why did it matter what Buck wanted?

"I just think," Hen continued slowly, eyes fixed on the internal struggle which was no doubt written all over Buck's face. "You should consider why you called me first, instead of reaching out to let him know everything's okay between the two of you."

"Of course everything's okay between us," Buck said with a frown. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Hen raised her eyebrows. "He told you he was gay, and you panicked."

"I did not panic," Buck said immediately. At Hen's insistent stare, he reluctantly thought back over his movements since Eddie had fled his apartment, and then mumbled, "Okay, I maybe slightly panicked."

"Mhm."

"But why?" he asked himself, staring down at his untouched smoothie. "Why would that bother me? I mean, it doesn't bother me. Eddie can be whatever he wants to be. But why didn't I say that to him? Why did I freeze? Why did…"

He trailed off, lost in thought and unaware of Hen still staring at him. He could picture Eddie's face in his mind, the wide eyes before he'd spun and run back out the door, and he suddenly realised: Eddie needed him.

Eddie had possibly just had a sexual awakening and Buck had left him to deal with it on his own.

💤💤💤💤💤💤💤💤 - buck zoned out / daydreaming

"Eddie, wait," Buck mumbled against the other man's lips. "What if we get caught?"

"We won't get caught," Eddie replied, beginning to kiss his way down Buck's neck. "I locked the door."

Buck felt a shudder go through him at those words. He and Eddie were alone in the bunk room with the door locked, which meant no one could walk in on them.

Grabbing Eddie's chin, Buck pulled him back up into a proper kiss again. Eddie shifted his hips and Buck groaned, mouth falling open in arousal. Eddie took advantage of this, slipping his tongue into Buck's mouth to explore.

It was hot and wet and so, so fantastic. Eddie was everything.

"Eddie, I–" Buck groaned again as one of Eddie's hands wandered beneath his clothes. "I love–"

A door slammed. Buck's eyes flew open and he forced himself to lie still, hoping that whoever had entered the room wouldn't know what he'd just been thinking about. He hadn't actually humped his bed, had he? Surely not.

But then a throat cleared and Buck turned his head to see Eddie leaning against the door, eyebrows raised as he looked at him.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"What?" Buck croaked out, an embarrassed flush enveloping his head. He pushed himself up on his elbows and gulped.

Eddie tilted his head slightly, studying him in silence, before stepping away from the door and walking over. There was something in his eyes that had Buck's heart racing in anticipation.

Then Eddie had reached him.

☎️☎️ - give me the phone

"The fact that you're hiding it from me makes me think it's something you shouldn't be looking at. And your dad's not here right now, so I'm in charge. Now give me the phone."

With a petulant huff, Chris finally relinquished his phone to Buck's outstretched hand.

Eyebrows furrowed in concern, Buck looked down at the screen to find out what had held Chris's attention so firmly – and promptly felt the bottom drop out of his stomach.

I'm not going to tell him I'm in love with him just because you want me to, the text read.

🏥🏥 - hospital eddie

Still, there was no movement. Eddie's eyes remained closed and his skin remained cold. Buck swallowed against the grief which threatened to overcome him, telling himself firmly that he couldn't afford to give in right now.

He had to leave in a minute anyway. Chris would be finishing school soon and Buck had to go pick him up. It wouldn't do either of them any good for Buck to show up with bloodshot eyes.

😍 - something - now COMPLETE!

A smile curled Eddie's lips and his eyes glistened with emotion. Sliding his fingers behind Buck's head, he pulled him into another kiss.

But Buck wasn't finished, so he dragged his mouth free so he could say, "I love you, Eddie. I'm in love with you."

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[butraura]

Hi there! :)

For the writing prompts:

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

He’s at dinner with Natalia, and it’s been eating at him all day. Ever since they made plans to go out tonight, actually. He’s been dreading the conversation, but he knew it was a long time coming.

She’s delightful, as always, and talking his head off about something… He hasn’t the first clue what. He stirs his pasta in his dish, pushing the noodles around with his fork. She doesn’t seem to realize that he’s been absent for the entire date. He doesn’t even think that he’s been nodding at the right moments, but she doesn’t notice.

Maybe that’s part of the problem. Maybe that is the problem. Not that she doesn’t notice him - Buck is used to that, having been ignored most of his upbringing. He supposes that it’s the fact that someone does notice him. Someone does see him. And it isn’t his girlfriend.

Don’t get him wrong - he adores Natalia. She’s kind, she’s sweet, she’s bubbly. Her smile in the morning is quite the way to wake up most days, and her bed head is wildly endearing. 

But there’s no spark, no oomph. Nothing that leaves him yearning and no passion. At the very least, he’d had passion with Taylor. That’s about all they had, though. No communication skills, no trust (granted, some of that was his own fault). But the passion was there. With Natalia, it’s the polar opposite. She’s the antithesis of his ex.

And still, Buck isn’t happy in his relationship. 

His pasta is getting cold - he can see it. She’s eating her food easily, and she hasn’t stopped speaking in well over 10 minutes. By the time she takes a breath, he looks up at her, his eyes wide and his tone serious.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

She wipes her face with her napkin. “Pasta not good?” she frowns, leaning over her plate to get a closer look. “Guess not, you’ve hardly touched it. Here,” she lifts her plate to offer him some of her Caprese salad.

“No,” his hand goes up to stop her. “Not dinner. I’m sorry.”

She puts her plate down, assessing him. After a moment, it clicks. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why?” she wonders, leaning back in her chair, eyes threatening to fill with tears.

“I don’t know,” he admits, mirroring her position. “I just… I can’t be with you anymore. I need something else. It’s not you, it’s me.” He hates himself for saying that - it’s such a cop-out, but she crosses her arms.

“It’s not me,” she agrees gently. “But it’s not you, either.”

“What do you mean?” he wonders, confusion settling between his brow.

“It’s Eddie.”

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Thank you for the prompt! <3 @steadfastsaturnsrings

[bamfbuddie]

Hiii Gem ☺️

For the handwritten ask game: can I please request my username and the quote in this gifset (the text overlay):

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Thank you!

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Yes siirrr,

Thanks for sending me this!

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Link to the amazing gifset

[shitouttabuck]

Hi Nina :)

Sending you four writing pens!

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hi hi !!! this is from a prompt fill im doing!!! :)

The rest of them are sprawled across the station loft, taking advantage of the chillest shift in the last couple weeks to just potter about with their own things. Hen’s crocheting a baby blanket—tentative good news on the adoption front and no one wants to jinx anything, including Eddie as resident spokesperson for disbelief in the mysticism of the universe, but she’s got so much anticipatory energy about it that it has to go somewhere. Chim and Ravi are playing the card version of Monopoly, which thus far has been a lot of Chim muttering about inherent landlord advantages and Ravi grinning as he plonks down yet another little plastic building. Bobby’s been in the kitchen with Eddie, not-so-covertly judging him for the plain peanut butter sandwich he’s scarfing down not one hour after their very generous breakfast.

thank you sm for these omg theyre very conducive to getting me off my ass and writing <333

[housewifebuck]

the things that I lost here, the people I knew they got me surrounded for a mile or two

[kinley-cafe]

Probie @steadfastsaturnsrings stopped by to help Buck and Tommy bake some Firefly thumbprint cookies! These delectable shortbread cookies have an indented center filled with flaming red raspberry jam! (As you can see, Buck made a mess of his hands, but everyone had a blast making them!)

Thanks for stopping by, and thanks for helping make this delicious treat!

Like to take, reblog to share.

If you'd like to take a shift at the café, and help spread some positivity, you can volunteer here!

[honestlydarkprincess]

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🍻 drunk buck 2.0

He unlocked the door and went inside. “Eddie?” He called, closing the door behind him.

Eddie walked out of the kitchen with a curious look on his face. “Buck? What are you doing here, I thought you had to get back home.”

“We need to talk,” Buck said, herding Eddie to the couch and pointing for him to take a seat. Eddie wordlessly followed direction even though he looked at Buck with a raised brow.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked hesitantly.

“What did I say last night?” Buck blurted out. Dammit, he had wanted to be a little smoother about that. “I know I said something, because you’re being weird.”

“How am I being weird? I think I’m acting quite normal, thanks,” Eddie snarked, sighing when Buck just looked at him exasperated. “Okay, so maybe you did say something. But we don’t have to talk about it, Buck. You were drunk. No, you were wasted. Maybe some things are best left unknown.”

“No, I don’t accept that,” Buck shook his head. He started to pace in front of the couch, just like Eddie had done that night when he had his little outburst over HILDY. Finally he stopped and crossed his arms, staring Eddie down. “I said something that upset you and I need to know what it was.”

“Why do you think I’m upset, Buck? Do I look upset?” Eddie asked, holding his hands up in surrender. “Just because you said something doesn’t mean I’m upset.”

“Yes, it does! Because you’re not being…you!” Buck exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “Now stop talking in circles and tell me what I said!”

“You said you loved me!” Eddie finally shouted, standing up.

😭 buck's no good very bad day

“Do you want to stay for dinner, Carla? We have more than enough,” Eddie said, taking Buck out of his thoughts. He realized he was just standing in the entryway still so he kicked off his shoes and put them with his duffle. Walking further into the house he waited for Carla’a reply.

“No thanks, honey. I have to get home,” Carla smiled, giving Eddie a small hug before hugging Chris and going to grab her things. Coming up beside Buck she asked, “Hey, are you alright? You look rough.”

“Very long day,” Buck replied, giving her an exhausted smile.

Carla made a sympathetic face and gave him a big hug. They waved her out the door and then Christopher said, “Are we going to eat in the kitchen or in front of the TV?”

“It’s up to Buck,” Eddie said, making Buck glance up in surprise.

“Me? Why?”

“Your bad day, you choose what we do,” Eddie shrugged, grabbing some plates while they talked. “You can choose the movie too.”

“Let’s eat in the kitchen, easier to clean up,” Buck decided, feeling warmth in his chest at Eddie letting him make this decision. It seemed like a small thing but Eddie was allowing him to make a little decision for the family. It meant something. To him at least.

“Good plan,” Eddie replied, setting the table before grabbing the pizza and serving it up. He gave Chris the slices that had the most pepperoni, just like he liked it and Buck the ones with the most cheese. He knew his boys.

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck mumbled, and Eddie knew that he wasn’t just thanking him for the pizza.

“You’re welcome,” Eddie replied, giving him a small smile.

They sat down to eat, Christopher animatedly telling them about his day in between bites of pizza. Eddie sat back and let Buck engage with Chris, watching the easy way Buck encouraged him to keep talking, asking all the right questions. Eddie loved it. Eventually they were done eating and Eddie washed up the few dishes they used while Buck dried, and then the three of them settled on the couch, ready to look for a movie.

“Here,” Buck said, handing Chris the remote. “You can choose the movie, bud.”

make me write, round two!

[thebestbooksaround]

Hello! ☺️

Would you please do my URL 🥰🥰

- Saturn 🪐

[princessfbi]

Hi there :)

I’d like to ask about AU So Mads Doesn’t Kick In My Door for the WIP ask game!

AU So Mads Doesn’t Kick In My Door is a fic I had been toying with for a while and then when I told @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels she threatened to kick down my door if I didn’t write it. Which is fine cus it’s all part of my secret agenda to get her to read a book.

“Whoa,” Chimney said, his arm lifting up to brace his face against the picture in front of him and the sharp tang of coppery blood in the air. His eyes flashed the low steel blue of his magic flaring to life in his veins before returning to the deep oak brown they normally were.

[ninzied]

Hi there ☺️

Would you please do this for me? 📝

Your handwriting looks so lovely by the way🥰🥰🥰

-❤️🪐

[butraura]

Hiiii Amy 💕💕💕

Tell me about the protector!

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn!! <3

The Protector is a Chenford fic I'm working on for The Rookie; it takes place immediately following 5x01 and diverges from canon there. I'm only about 3300 words into it so far, and it's a lot of exposition, but have a snippet!

and thanks for asking!

She takes off like a bat out of hell, leaving Tim in the dust and beelining for a secluded area to call her ride. Her chest heaves as her heart races. She's panicking. In true Lucy fashion, her emotions are becoming too big for her body and she's teetering a panic attack. She can't breathe.

With shaky hands and blurry eyes, she manages to order the Uber, and as her phone vibrates to confirm her booking, she takes a minute to ground herself.

Five things she can see: the stairs, the green Emergency Escape sign above the door, the blue paint chipping along the ceiling, the spider in its web between the banisters, and the white AED box mounted at the landing between the two flights of stairs.

She takes a deep breath through her nose, ignoring the way her chest burns and protests.

Four things she can touch: the wall beside her, cold and course from the paint. The metal railing on the stairs, the weathered metal of the door pressed against her back, the dirty stairs ahead of her, and the laminated poster on the wall about the Dos and Don'ts of helping someone having a seizure.

Another deep breath through her nose. She checks her phone; her ride is still four minutes away.

Three things she can hear: the faint buzzing of the lights overhead, the P.A. system on the other side of the door paging a Dr. Lin, and the irregular rhythm of doctors and nurses pacing past the stairwell she's in.

Two things she can smell: the general medicinal aroma of the hospital. It's clinical, chemical, antiseptic. So potent you can almost taste it and in the right areas of the hospital, can burn your nose. The second thing - the volumizing mascara she put on while portraying Juicy.

One thing she can taste.

That's easy, but she resents it.

She can still taste Tim.

Even now, almost a day later, she can taste his lips on her own. They taste like something akin to blueberry Chapstick - is that even a thing? - and the champagne they drank on the jet. They were soft, unruly against her own. Beckoned for more of her faster than she could give it - and God help her, but she would have. She was going to.