#thought about buck. died.

[eddiesgaymustache]

do you ever remember that evan buckley is canonically bisexual and get so overwhelmed that you explode into one hundred bats

[lover-of-mine]

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Ohhhhhh!!

The Shannon saying to Eddie at the lake she thought he was someone else and Buck confusing who he has feelings for and ending up dating Tommy parallel!!!

[watchyourbuck]

Buddie 13 please😭😭

(tw: suicidal thoughts & actions. no death, no self-harm.)

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Eddie’s heart stammers him awake. Sweaty, frantic, and alone, he’s suddenly slapped out of his slumber by his ringing phone.

“Fucking- Jesus-,” he whispers, putting a hand to his chest unconsciously, while searching the nightstand with the other one. “Yes, yes, hello?”

He’s ready to yell; to tell the person on the other line to fuck off, because do you know what time it is? But something stops him.

It’s vague, but it’s there. He frowns, listening more attentively. Someone’s breathing, but it doesn’t sound calm. It sounds as if- he checks the screen, putting together blurry letters. Buck.

“Buck?”

He sits up right. Only once before did Buck call him in the middle of the night, and it had been disastrous. Hospital level injury disastrous.

“Buck? What’s going on? Talk to me.”

His words seem to only agitate him more. Eddie swallows, blinking the rest of his sleepiness away. He’s suddenly back in his room, and he can see enough to map out the house.

Okay, he can be out of there in seconds, he’d only need to call Carla first.

“Buck, please,” he insists, forcing himself to keep calm. If he panics, Buck will mirror him. “Please, I-”

“I can’t lie to you anymore.”

Eddie’s heart jumps in his ribcage. Buck sounds like he’s crying, standing in the middle of a busy street while doing so. “What? Buck, where- where are you?”

“I can’t lie to you anymore, Eddie, it’s- it’s killing me.”

His voice breaks right at the mention of his name, and Eddie feels like he’s about to be an auditory witness to something he can’t let happen. “Okay, okay, Buck- stop. Come over, let’s talk. Please- let’s… let’s talk.”

The honk of a car makes him stand up in a hurry. Dear god, dear god.

“You won’t- you won’t look at me the same,” Buck says, barely above a whisper. “You won’t- I don’t know…”

“Buck, please. Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.”

He starts walking around his room, ignoring the pain in his foot as he steps on something sharp. One of his kid’s legos, presumably. He winces, pursing his lips to keep quiet.

At this point, Eddie’s senses are painfully heightened. He could hear the flutter of a fly’s wings.

“I’m- I don’t want you to see me like- like this…”

“Like- like what, Buck?”

He’s stalling. He’s stalling because Buck isn’t listening to him. He tries to pick up on any clues that might tell him where he is. C’mon, Buck, where are you?

“Drunk,” he mutters, a hiccup making its way past his lips. “So, so drunk.”

Eddie sighs, fear settling inside him. “Are you on the sidewalk?”

“No, I’m-”

“Get to the sidew-”

“On the rooftop.”

Eddie stops dead in his tracks. He’s- “You’re what?”

Buck hums. It’s a slow melody, and Eddie suddenly realizes he’s imitating the sounds of the street below him. “Don’t worry about me,” he says, muffled by something.

Buck’s drinking straight from the bottle.

Eddie’s hold on his breathing betrays him. He’s panicking now. “Buck, listen to me. I- you need to get as far away as possible from the edge of the building.”

“No.”

“I’m- what? Buck. Please. Please don’t do this to me. Don’t do- don’t do this to Christopher.”

It’s a foul card to play, but he feels as though he has been dealt an empty hand. This is the only thing he has left. Buck can’t die. He can’t die.

“Why? Why do you care?”

His voice is raspy now, and he can’t practically see the tears. They’re gathering under the phone’s speaker, right over Buck’s pinky.

Eddie starts getting dressed in the darkness. He has no idea what he’s putting on, but as long as it’s usable, he’s good to go.

He thinks of an answer that could sum up the depth of his feelings; of why he cares so much about him, but Buck beats him to it. His tone is angry, laced with a guilt Eddie hadnt heard since Daniel.

“I’m so in love with you, and you don’t even know.”

His breath hitches, and he feels a tear roll down the corner of his eye, stopping at the side of his nose. It’s itchy, but he doesn’t care. He speaks, but it comes out strangled. “Now I really need you to get off the roof.”

Buck stumbles and Eddie feels his heart beat out his chest. He can’t see him, he can’t help him. “Why ‘now’?”

Eddie closes his eyes. He hopes this isn’t the wrong move.

“Because I’m in love with you, too.”

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Please take this as my Seven Sentence Sunday!

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[sibylsleaves]

im sorry that was such a weird line to add in a scene where buck was trying to be open about losing bobby anf having a fucked relationship with his dad 😭 also for that to follow up the line “isnt your dad still alive”

not to kinkshame ofc if it was a different conversation before that i wouldnt have cared

no like the vibes were so............im sorry. im really not a bucktommy hater OR a tommy hater but the vibes in that scene were so not it 💀

[astranauticus]

Rolling With Difficulty as texts I have saved on my computer for some reason

(i drew every day for like a month straight and burnt out so have this nonsense instead)

[twilightarcade]

anyways wanna hear about what I've been thinking about

[romance-incubomp3]

aghhhh:(

[ninnihh]

I saw someone say how they might do that thing where Buck sees something about the shooting on tv but eddie didn't make it cause buck wasn't there to pull him to safety and after the promos today someone else was saying how buck might have Chris as a student. What I want to propose is the painful combination of both! Buck finding out eddie died because Chris tells him.

[evanbibuckley]

...

[dadvans]

my favorite line in the entire bucktommy saga is maddie's reading of "wait, it's the same tommy?" because at that point you know this girl has been THROUGH IT way too many times in a short period, like:

her soon-to-be husband comes home. he just fake called out sick from work to fly into a hurricane with his closest coworkers, her disaster-prone brother she mostly raised included, to save his boss and his wife. he tells her all about it, adrenaline still pumping the day after he comes back from the COAST OF MEXICO, and is like, no, it's fine! see, my old co-worker tommy works in air ops and I saved his life once, and we used to be super tight--[insert 10 minute off-topic backstory about how tommy used to be a jackass but now he's different here]--until he moved away, and funny enough, buck was the guy who filled in for him? anyways, tommy's the coolest, we could've died but we didn't! how was your shift at dispatch, honey

her brother she pretty much raised comes over and also brings up this tommy guy. yeah, he's so cool! do you think it would be weird if i called him up and asked for a tour of harbor? he just seemed like a neat guy, i want to be his friend, you think chim would put in a good word for me?

her brother she pretty much raised comes over AGAIN and is like, okay FUCK this tommy guy, he's so cool and knows everyone and his meat is huge!!! my best friend likes him more than me and they're doing things without me and i'm so sad about this in a really abstract way, can i please have a bagel

her soon-to-be husband comes home in the middle of this and is like, yeah he's cool and knows everyone and his meat is definitely huge. LOVE that guy!

her brother she pretty much raised shows up at her workplace and is like, remember how i was experiencing jealous thoughts and feelings because the coolest guy i've ever met with the biggest meat isn't paying attention to me and is new besties with my best friend? i may have caused bodily harm about this and yes i did involve your almost husband as a co-conspirator

approximately 2-to-3 business days pass where she experiences quiet. maybe too much quiet

her brother she pretty much raised comes over for a fourth time and is like, i lied to my best friend who i was just telling you i was angry at and s l i g h t l y injured because he kept hanging out with this other guy i was trying to hang out with and totally unrelated but i went on this date with someone and lied to my best friend about it and oh yeah it's the same guy but that is so besides the point it's not even worth mentioning

justice for maddie

[lover-of-mine]

Wip tag game!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

I was tagged by @steadfastsaturnsrings thank you 🩷🩷

In order of last edited:

Divorced era? (even though my dizzy head is numb (i swear my heart is never giving up))

Elevator (it's gravity after all)

drunk

Buck breakdown fic

wayf (I thought I had you (still wrapped around your finger))

duck duck buck

Eddie begins

Eddie begins Buck's pov?

I think I talked about most of these before but I'm always down to talk about what I'm writing so kspakapakpaak

No pressure tagging 🩷: @wikiangela @disasterbuckdiaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @sherlockcrossing @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @vampbuckley @housewifebuck and anyone who feels like doing it 💜

[dumbification]

just thinking about boothill absolutely pounding you into a babbling mess with his vibrating cock... only for it to die out of battery °՞(ᗒᗣᗕ)՞°

"come on, come on! 'm gonna make you feel so good--" boothill only put haste in his thrusts, desperate to please you. all you could do was whine and whimper, he just kept pounding you against the bed, which made you see the entire cosmos.

erotic moans ripped through your throat, and he didn't give in to a single thought about slowing down for your sake.

with the immense pleasure given to you right now, it couldn't get any better. (but it does??)

he keeps on bucking his hips against yours, his cold, metal girth making you whole. the audible whirring of his dick leaving you satisfied.

the fact that he could vibrate was the cherry on top. setting put up at max, speed and strength---everything. but it all comes to a stop when his cock's battery dies.

and for some reason, the vibration stops. "w-what?" boothill pauses for a moment, and pulls out to check what happened---leaving you empty and crying for more.

"well, fudge. my battery died."

he bought you an expensive vibrator after this.

[aspecbuddie]

an authors note on a fic i just read reminded me of a... personal connection(?) to the lightning storyline and it's completely thrown me

i cannot stop sobbing

even worse than before

[firewasabeast]

The Fight

Tommy calmed himself before he walked into the station. Closed his eyes and did the breathing technique he'd learned in therapy years ago.

They needed to talk about this. He couldn't handle it if something happened during Buck's shift and the last words they had spoken to each other were in anger.

He spotted Buck fairly quickly. He was in the middle of a workout, sitting on a bench and lifting weights. Although it looked like he was mostly talking to Eddie.

Eddie, who was standing in front of him, nodding his head as Buck spoke.

Eddie eyed Tommy first. “Buck,” he said in the middle of Buck's rant.

“-and I- I don't think that's fair, Eddie. It's not fair of him to- to treat me like I'm a child-”

“Buck,” Eddie repeated, louder this time.

Buck groaned. “What?”

Eddie pointed behind him. “Tommy.”

Buck froze, then slowly turned to see Tommy standing behind him, staring at him. After a brief glance, Buck cast his eyes downward.

“Hey, man,” Eddie greeted. Buck rolled his eyes.

“Hey, Eddie,” Tommy replied. “Mind if I talk to Evan for a second?”

“Nope. I'll be upstairs.”

Tommy watched as Eddie headed upstairs, waiting until he was out of earshot to turn back to Buck. “What are you doing here, Evan?” he asked.

Buck placed the weights he had resting on his thighs down on the ground. “Working.”

“Your shift doesn't even start for another twelve hours.”

Buck got up and began placing weight plates on the barbell. “I asked Bobby if I could do a twenty-four instead. He said yes.”

“You literally told me two days ago that they weren't allowing overtime right now.”

“Did you really come all the way here to keep fighting with me?”

“First of all, I'm not the one who started the fight,” Tommy said, stepping closer, “and I'm not the one who can't look their boyfriend in the eyes.”

Buck stopped messing with the barbell and glared up at Tommy. His eyes were red, although Tommy couldn't tell if it was from crying or rage. “Better?” he asked bitingly.

“Yeah, actually, it is. It's a great improvement from you walking out on me this morning.”

Buck crossed his arms defensively. “There wasn't anything left to say.”

“I strongly disagree. We've both talked about this before, Evan. How you don't like the feeling of people walking out on you. How it scares you, makes you worry. Did you forget I told you the same thing? How it reminds me of what my dad did to my mom and me over and over again?”

Tommy swore he could see a twinge of guilt flash through Buck's eyes, but it was quickly replaced with more anger.

He moved closer to Tommy. “I wasn't going to sit at your place and be berated for however long you decided to yell at me-”

“I was not yelling.”

“-for doing my job.”

Now it was Tommy's turn to fill with a new wave of rage. He opened his mouth to speak, but closed it back, pursing his lips as he thought over his words. “You were not doing your job, Evan,” Tommy spoke slowly, carefully. “You made a bad decision that could have gotten you killed.”

Buck scoffed. “Danger is part of the job, Tommy. I thought you of all people would understand that.”

Tommy felt like pulling his hair out. They'd had this whole argument a few hours earlier. No matter what he said, he couldn't seem to get through to Buck. “You ran into a burning building without your gear, Evan! There were other firefighters there, but you just ran in! You could have died!”

“But I didn't! God, Tommy, you're acting like I'm a baby! I've been doing this for years; I know what I'm capable of!”

Tommy brought a hand to his forehead, pressing against his temple. This was pointless. “I don't even know why I came here,” he said with a shrug. He gave Buck one last glance before turning to leave.

“Still don't know why you're angry at me for saving someone's life!” Buck called out to him as he headed for the door.

The words made Tommy turn on his heels. “You really don't know why I'm angry with you?!” he asked. The question came out harsher than he intended.

Buck stood his ground. “No, I don't!”

“Unbelievable!” Tommy let out a humorless laugh. “Because I love you, Evan!” he exclaimed. “I love you so damn much! So, yeah, it makes me a little angry when I see that you aren't in this as much as I am. That you don't love yourself enough to care if you come back home!”

Buck felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. It took him a second to find his voice again. “You... You love me?”

“Of course I do, Evan.” Tommy spoke as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Have for quite a while now.”

Buck moved closer to him. “You don't think I- I'm in it as much as you?”

Tommy let out a deep breath. “I didn't mean it like that,” he said, his voice calmer now. “I just meant... I always try my damndest to make it back to you, every shift. Every call I go on, you're in the front of my mind. Be safe for Evan, stay focused for Evan, make it home because Evan will be there waiting. And I don't expect you to love me back or anything like that, but it would be nice to know that you try to make it home to me too.”

“I do,” Buck replied earnestly. “I do try, Tommy. I- I, when I was on that call, I ran back in because of you.”

Any anger left in Tommy's body was replaced with confusion. “What?”

“The guy I went in for, his- his boyfriend was yelling for him. He was panicked, like he- he would go insane if something had happened to him. All I could think about was you. How I'd go crazy if you were in a burning building and I- I couldn't get to you. I couldn't think of doing this life without you, Tommy. So, I ran in. And, I mean, you can ask Bobby, I'm not careless like that anymore, not like I used to be. And I do love you, Tommy. I love you so much it scares me. I promise I'm in this with yo-”

Before Buck could even process it, Tommy had cleared the space between them. He brought his hands to Buck's face pulled him in for a kiss.

Buck couldn't help the surprised moan that escaped him as Tommy pressed himself even closer. Buck grabbed onto Tommy's shirt, tugging on it like he was desperate for more.

It wasn't until tongues got involved that there was the sound of a throat being cleared behind them.

They stopped, both breathing heavily, then turned back to see the rest of the team watching them from upstairs.

“I knew you two lovebirds would work it out," Eddie said with a smirk on his face.

Chimney sniffed, earning him looks from the others. “I'm a sucker for romance,” he explained.

“I tried to get them to back off,” Hen defended. “I mean, not very hard, but I did try.”

Bobby simply smiled down at them. “Buck, your shift doesn't start until tonight. Go home.”

And well, they weren't gonna argue with that.

[peachesofteal]

Light On - single mom/neighbors fic Simon Riley/female reader - reader POV

You have a problem.

You miss your neighbor.

He's been gone for two and a half weeks, and every day you catch yourself holding your breath, listening for him next door. Watching for the light on his balcony, checking your phone relentlessly.

You've been worrying, anxiety turning into a gnawing ache beneath your ribs, wondering about how he is, what he's doing, if he's okay. If he's safe.

He'll text you. Right? When he's home? He said he would, didn't he? You're not sure. Not sure of anything when it comes to him, confusing thoughts and feelings turning over and over in your head every second, twisted up and tangled in your heart.

You've friend zoned yourself, you know it. Relying on him too much, asking him for help all the time, inviting him for dinners but too afraid to try to take the next step. And didn't you do it to yourself anyway? Didn't you ask him to babysit for you, so you could go out on a date with some asshole that didn't even show? He's your friend. He's your neighbor.

Yeah but he asked you to go for dinner, the night you were sick. And he rushed to you and Emma when that creep was following you in the park. Doesn't that mean something?

He asked you AND Emmaline to dinner, not like on a romantic date. And he did the same thing anyone would do, if they thought their friend was in trouble, didn't he?

He doesn't act like your neighbor. He acts more like... a husband, than anything else.

Not knowing is confusing, and on top of your grief, it makes you feel a little more vulnerable than you care to admit, but you can't deny your own truth. You like him. Even Emmaline likes him, little face smiling up at him every chance she gets, staring at him like he's the whole world. Maybe he is. You can't help but swoon over the way she interacts with him, how she settles so easily with him, how she coos and babbles at him like she's having a whole conversation with him. When he walks into a room, she lights up like the sun, happy baby giggles and everything, the sweet sounds of her glee at her favorite person's face like music to your ears. So unfair. You suffered for sixteen hours trying to give birth to her, alone... and he comes around for a few months and all the sudden you've been replaced.

You can't blame her too much, you guess. You get it. He's... something else. Something you're not sure you understand. Something you don't know you're ready for.

Still, you think he might feel the same way.

You shake your head. Stop. You're getting so far ahead of yourself.

Which is why you've convinced yourself that when he's home, the next time you see him, you're just going to buck up and do it. You're going to tell him how you feel. No matter how hard it is.

You've even practiced what you'll say. Staring at yourself in the mirror nervously, reciting different ways to say 'hey Simon I really like you and was wondering if you want to go out on a date even though I have a baby and am basically a widow.'

Emmaline cries, announcing that she's awake, and you're so quick to soothe her, holding her to your chest, whispering a good morning to her, rubbing her back and tummy as you always do. You think some people might say you're spoiling her, that you're not letting her cry long enough, that you're teaching her bad habits or manners but you can't help it. Her father died before she was even born. You're the only thing she has in this world, the only person that gives her love, that makes her feel safe-

or at least, you used to be.

You hear your neighbor in his flat hours and hours later. Well past sunset, Emmaline already sleeping in her crib, your dishes already done, little chores taken care of, and you're sitting on the couch with a glass of wine, watching a movie at a low hum.

Was that- is he?

You sit straight up, straining to listen. It takes a second, but eventually, you recognize the tell tale sound of an interior door closing, and then the balcony glows with the light from the inside.

He's home. You take a large gulp of wine, and a deep breath. Just go over there, and tell him how you feel.

Your fingers curl into a fist, hesitantly knocking at his door, holding your breath. When there's no response, you try again, a little louder, and then feel immense relief when the lock clicks.

Until it opens.

Simon doesn't look like himself. He looks lost. Haunted. There's remnant of black grease around his eyes and instead of being maskless or wearing the usual cloth one, his head is mostly covered by a balaclava bearing a skull, and his eyes are blank. Dark. Something is off.

"Hi." You squeak, and cringe inwardly, stomach flipping like you're on a carnival ride. You raise the two bottles of beer that you brought over with a meek smile, gesturing to them and the monitor. "Thought we could um... try this again?"

"No." His refusal is flat, rough, and you blink in surprise. No?

"Oh- I uh... just thought-"

"It's not a good time." He cuts you off, and then before you can even get another word out, the front door closes in your face, leaving you outside in the hall, bewildered. Hurt.

Guess he doesn't like you after all.