#switch buck

[eddiestightywhities]

100% in the Buddie Team Switch tent over here btw bc these bastards are honestly just far too complex to ever be anything else imo. like Buck with his praise kink, all somebody please tell me i did good as i wasn't told this growing up by the people who were supposed to say it to me and it changed my brain chemistry by denying me of positive affirmations and molded me into a pliable thing that cannot help but take any shape others want me to so i just need need need you to please please tell me that i did good and that i am good and please will you help me to believe that i am as good as you're telling me i am by holding me down and forcing me to take all of you into all of me until I'm fucking convulsing with just how good it feels and how good i am at it, and bc i now know for sure how much you love it too as you're saying it out loud to me, over and over and over again... and Eddie, with absolutely everything in his life (outside of work) feeling so very out of his control and needing to gain some of it back by crushing Buck with his body weight and telling Buck exactly what it is he should be doing and precisely how to do it and have Buck whining and keening with how desperate he is to comply bc Buck has complete trust in Eddie, in Eddie's ability to make the right decision for whatever it is Buck needs, for what they both need, and having that allows Eddie to have the courage in his convictions that he often struggles to have outside of the(ir) bedroom when it comes to his emotions and that just feels so good to Eddie, to be doing it right, to be the one making Buck feel good, so good, and to actually be taking—for once in his life—what it is that he wants and allowing himself to have the things he desires, to have Buck, all for himself, because that is what feels good to him... but then there are those other times in Eddie's life that he has had to and has to be a sure and steady hand, a reliable go-to, be totally unshakeable and unbreakable and in charge of making decisions that affect countless people's lives—victims of war, those he tries his best to serve and save on calls, colleagues, friends, the people he cares for and those he loves the most in his life—and it's, well. it's A Lot. so much, actually, that Eddie sometimes needs to turn it off and just let it all go and allow somebody else take over and tell him what to do and when to do it bc he just needs to not think about it anymore, to not think at all, needs to just be a vessel for somebody else's decisions and desires and put his trust wholly in somebody else, in Buck, bc he doesn't always trust himself but Buck knows Eddie so well and so completely and understands what Eddie needs to get out of his own head and just have somebody tell him (outside of his job) that he did good for once, that he can get matters of the heart right instead of always wrong wrong wrong and have Buck tell him that yes, of course he's good for something, good for this, good for splaying himself wide open and taking everything he is given by Buck... and then there's the whole Buck (outside of work) having zero fucking clue of what he's doing and even tho he is trying his very best all of the time he's getting it wrong A Lot of the time, bc his best isn't always good enough so he has to try harder but then he's trying too hard, too much, which means he still isn't getting it right. and so to be able to be the one in charge of things and have his will and instruction be absolutely the right thing? the very thing that Eddie needs? that's such a heady experience, such a rush, and when he makes Eddie beg and cry with it and Eddie loves loves loves Buck for it—loves Buck for telling him how it should be and for Buck insisting on what he's giving being what Eddie deserves—that is Buck living and thriving and loving loving loving Eddie right back, with all the plundering depth that he has in him and can give and is... and that, all of that, is just. how it is. every facet of it; every logistic; every angle; every way and any way you look at it; every (s)which way.

[fedzzzart]

spoons🥄🥄

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[celebtf]

EDDIE, THE NEW FIREFIGHTER

Tommy sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the faint hum of the city outside providing a backdrop to his spiraling thoughts. It had been weeks since Buck had walked out of his life. Weeks of replaying every moment, every touch, every word. But no matter how hard Tommy had tried, Buck’s heart had always been elsewhere—always with Eddie.

Even the mention of Eddie’s name had been enough to set Tommy off during their arguments. Buck had called him paranoid, jealous. But Tommy wasn’t stupid. He’d seen the way Buck’s eyes lit up when Eddie walked into a room, the unspoken feelings simmering between them.

Now, as he sat nursing his resentment, his mind wandered to revenge. If Eddie was the reason Buck had left, then Eddie needed to suffer.

Tommy’s lips curled into a cold smile as a plan began to take shape.

He reached for his phone, scrolling through his old contacts. As a former firefighter, Tommy had Eddie’s number saved for emergencies. Tonight, he’d make use of it.

He dialed the number, forcing his voice into a panicked tone. “Eddie! It’s Tommy. I—I need your help. Please.”

Eddie’s voice came through, calm but concerned. “Tommy? What’s going on?”

“I’m trapped,” Tommy said, injecting desperation into his words. “The bathroom door—it’s jammed. I can’t get out, and my phone’s about to die. Please, I don’t know who else to call.”

There was a pause. Then Eddie sighed. “Alright. I’m on my way. Hang tight.”

Tommy hung up, a twisted grin spreading across his face. The trap was set

.

When Eddie arrived at Tommy’s apartment, he knocked on the door, his brow furrowed with concern. “Tommy? You okay?”

Tommy’s muffled voice came from inside. “In here! Bathroom! Hurry!”

Eddie stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He made his way toward the bathroom, his firefighter instincts kicking in.

“You’re alright,” he called, moving quickly. “Just stay calm.”

As Eddie reached the bathroom door and pushed it open, Tommy sprang into action. He swung a heavy object—an iron candlestick—connecting with the side of Eddie’s head. Eddie crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Tommy stood over him, his chest heaving. “Sorry, Eddie,” he muttered, tossing the candlestick aside. “But you’ve had this coming for a long time.”

He dragged Eddie into the living room, tying him to a chair with thick ropes he’d prepared earlier.

Once Eddie was secure, Tommy stripped him of his uniform, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He folded the uniform neatly, almost ceremoniously, before stepping into the pants and pulling the spandex shirt over his shoulders.

The bathroom mirror reflected a grotesque spectacle. Tommy stood there, dressed in Eddie’s uniform, his chest rising and falling with exhilaration. The transformation had already begun, though he didn’t know how or why. His muscles bulged as though they were being inflated from within, his veins pulsing under his tightening skin.

He gripped the edge of the sink, watching in awe as his hands grew broader and calloused, fingers thickening with the strength of a firefighter who’d spent years saving lives. “Oh, Eddie,” Tommy muttered, his voice trembling with malicious glee. “You’ve always had everything. But now…”

His legs lengthened, the fabric of Eddie’s uniform pants stretching taut against his thighs. His chest expanded, filling out the spandex shirt until it clung perfectly to his newly sculpted physique. He turned, catching sight of his growing reflection as his hair darkened and reshaped into Eddie’s signature look. When his face began to burn, he gasped, gripping his jaw as it shifted under his hands.

When it was over, Tommy stared at the mirror, his breath hitching. He touched his new face, ran his fingers over his mustache, and smiled. “Perfect,” he whispered, his voice a flawless imitation of Eddie’s. The realization of his transformation filled him with a twisted sense of power.

He flexed his arms, rolling his shoulders as he admired his reflection. “You were always the hero, weren’t you? The golden boy. Everyone loves Eddie. But not tonight.” His grin widened into something cruel. “Tonight, I’m Eddie.”

Tommy stood in front of the mirror, admiring his new form. He ran his hands over his chest, his biceps, his face. “Damn,” he whispered, his voice now Eddie’s. “I look good.” He smirked, flexing in the mirror. “No wonder Buck couldn’t stop dreaming about you.”

He turned to the real Eddie, who was beginning to stir. “Wake up, hero,” Tommy said, his tone mocking.

Eddie blinked, his vision swimming. When he finally focused on the man standing before him, his heart dropped. “What… what the hell?”

Tommy grinned, spreading his arms. “Surprise! Like the new me?”

Eddie’s voice was hoarse with disbelief.

“What did you do?”

“I leveled the playing field,” Tommy said, leaning in close. “You’ve had everything for too long, Eddie. The job. The respect. And now Buck. Well, guess what? I’m taking it all.”

“You’re insane,” Eddie spat, tugging at the ropes.

“Maybe,” Tommy replied, standing tall. “But tonight, Buck won’t know the difference. He’ll think I’m you. And I’ll make sure he never wants the real thing again.”

Eddie’s eyes burned with anger. “You won’t get away with this.”

Tommy laughed, cruel and confident. “Oh, Eddie. I already have.”

He grabbed Eddie’s phone and dialed Buck.

“Hey, Buck,” Tommy said in Eddie’s voice, his tone warm and familiar. “You free tonight?”

“Yeah, of course!” Buck replied, his voice lighting up. “Come over whenever.”

Tommy hung up, smirking at the real Eddie. “See? Easy. Now sit tight. I’ve got a date.”

When Buck opened the door later that evening, his eyes lit up. “Eddie! Come in.”

Tommy stepped inside, playing the part perfectly. Every gesture, every smile was calculated, designed to mimic Eddie’s easy charm.

“Hey, Buck,” he said, his tone low and affectionate.

“Everything okay?” Buck asked, studying him.

“Just needed to see you,” Tommy replied, brushing his hand against Buck’s arm.

Buck blushed, his unease fading under Tommy’s convincing performance. As the evening unfolded, Tommy continued to play the perfect Eddie—laughing at Buck’s jokes, offering soft touches, and looking at him with just the right amount of longing.

By the time Tommy leaned in for a kiss, Buck was completely disarmed, his suspicions forgotten.

Miles away, the real Eddie sat tied to a chair, his heart sinking as he imagined the betrayal unfolding. He knew Tommy was playing a dangerous game, but he also knew the man’s twisted mind wouldn’t stop until he’d taken everything Eddie held dear.

Tommy, meanwhile, reveled in his victory. Buck was his now—or at least, Buck thought he was. And as he deepened the kiss, Tommy smirked inwardly.

In this game, Eddie had already lost.

[sarahtarth]

if eddie's shirt was open when he answered the door to buck, buddie would be canon by now

[femmekarenwilson]

911 + text posts (more)

[eddiestightywhities]

Eddie: Dom or sub?

Buck: Uhhh, Domino's? I guess? I'm not really that into Subway.

Eddie: Cariño, you are so damn lucky that I'm into you.

[perfectthewayyouare]

the 911 insta admin is SO funny for this

[huliajelena]

WIP

[watchyourbuck]

wait so when buck said “I don’t think he (tommy) volunteers it but he doesn’t hide it.” was that,,, did buck know tommy was gay? bc that makes it extra juicy to analyze bucks entire behavior during the helicopter/saving captain dad scenes + harbor + basketball game + loft before the kiss,, there must’ve been at least one cell on his brain going like ‘hold on this is flirting. we are flirting right?’ or was it like idk drowned by the chanting of bucks brain going ‘he’s so cool’ in bold pink letters

[buddiedaydreamer911]

*buck and eddie on a long roadtrip*

*eddie sleeping lightly in the passenger seat*

buck; *driving* *blinking excessively* woah! how long was i zoned out for?

eddie: WHAT-

[demisexualifyingeddiediaz]

Buck telling Eddie to save some of the cookies for Chris. THATS THEIR KID

[zedleaked]

RANDOM CROSSOVER

[lover-of-mine]

Okay, no, now I am trying to be a bitch. You're telling me that Maddie is getting a big plotline focus for the first time since s5 pretty much, since even her wedding didn't involve a lot of her just for y'all to be like "uh excuse me this is about Buck"? Like are you fucking for real right now? Buck? Buck who got the Gerrard plot focus, the bi arc, his death, the donor kid basically giving him all the fucking focus in the past 2 seasons is gonna get the focus AGAIN because "obviously it is not Maddie getting kidnapped"? Do you hear yourself???????????????? You're telling me what? That you think they filmed Maddie being taken just to put in the trailer and mess with us? That Tim is saying Maddie is gonna have a thriller story just because it's all about Buck???? Be so fucking for real with me, let Maddie be the focus for heavens SAKE.

[femmekarenwilson]

911 + random screenshots (more)

[choccy-milky]

the other day, I saw a Sebastian plushie and thought 'wouw! Choccy-Milky is so popular, there's even plushies of her stuff!'..... and then I remembered Sebastian's an official character and not just Clora's boyfriend

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO FUNNY yes, good...my plan is working....

hogwarts legacy? what's that? are you feeling okay, anon? don't you mean Clora's Boyfriend™