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The Buckley Diaz family + Doors

Bonus 'Which could mean nothing' Moment:

EDIT - Bonus 'Which could mean everything' Moment:

[happyhauntt]

a touch of colour — eddie diaz.

writing masterlist | askbox

─── summary: eddie and chris' home is freakishly empty. you decide to redecorate a little.

─── pairing: eddie diaz x reader.

─── warnings & notes: fluffy fluff. no use of y/n, this was just supposed to be a short drabble but it ran aay from me and eddie might seem a little ooc but i don't even care it's so cute.

─── word count: 2.7k.

     “BUCK, CAN I BORROW YOUR KEY to Eddie’s place, please?”

     Your arrival at the station house isn’t preceded by any warning, and though it isn’t your intention to sneak up on Buck, he doesn’t seem to hear you coming. A panicked shriek tears itself from his throat as he drops what he’s holding, and the spray bottle full of cleaning fluid clatters to the floor at your feet.

     An amused smile curls at your lips as he tries to play it off, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment blossoming in bright red spots across his cheeks.

     “Uh, hey.” The words stumble out of Buck and he coughs, trying to recover what remains of his dignity. “You know, sneaking up on people isn’t good for your health. What if I’d panicked and thrown a punch or something?”

     You quirk an eyebrow at him. “You did panic, Buck. Seems like it’s worse for your health than mine. Key, please?”

     “Eddie’s just up in the loft, I can grab him if you want.”

     It’s your turn to look a little sheepish. “Please don’t. It’s a surprise. Or it will be a surprise, if you let me borrow your key. I’ll return it tomorrow, I promise, and I’m not going to let a bunch of raccoons loose in there or anything━”

     Buck blinks. The hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, just enough to let you know that he’s teasing. Mostly. “I wasn’t worried, but now I am.”

     “I’m saving the raccoons for your apartment, actually,” you tell him, and now you’re not even really asking anymore, know that Buck will inevitably break because you’re Eddie’s girlfriend, and he actually likes you, and most importantly, his insatiable curiosity will not allow him to deny you. Hand outstretched, you wiggle your fingers expectantly. “Key, please.”

     He huffs at you as if you’ve asked him to scale Mount Everest in nothing but swim trunks, rather than the perfectly reasonable request you’ve actually made, and makes a show of tugging the key to Eddie’s house off the keyring before passing it along to you.

     “I have only one condition,” says Buck, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he presses the key into your palm.

     You watch him warily. You’ve been dating Eddie, and subsequently been acquainted with Buck, long enough to recognise that look. “What?”

     “Whatever you’re doing, make sure you film his reaction. I’ve got a funny feeling he’s gonna freak out.”

     A nervous laugh bubbles in your throat, and you can’t help rolling your lips together as you pocket the key. It doesn’t take a genius to know that Eddie Diaz isn’t overly fond of surprises, but… fuck, you hope this one goes down well.

      “I’ll keep you posted, Buck.” You offer him a two-fingered salute and turn on your heel, hurrying out of the firehouse before Eddie catches you sneaking around.

      What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?

     Here’s the thing.

     The first time Eddie invited you back to his place, you hadn’t really seen it. A euphoric haze had clouded all rational thought in your brain, because this brilliant guy you’d fallen head over heels for was so obviously guarded, and you’d been so happy the day he’d kissed you and invited you back to his place for coffee.

     You’d been dating for three months by that point, and you’d wandered in and out of his house without really seeing anything except for him.

     Meeting Christopher had gone much the same way. On the drive over you’d been rattling with nerves so much that you’d had to pull over on the freeway and shake out the cramp in your hand after white-knuckling the steering wheel. Your heart had thudded so hard in your chest that you worried Eddie would be able to hear it from the other side of the room.

     There had been nothing to worry about, in the end, and almost a year on, you’re certain that neither of these boys can be pried out of the space they’ve created in your heart. Somehow, without really noticing, the pair of them have made a home there, built on a foundation of blood and muscle and all the love in your body.

     You’re not sure your heart would know how to beat without them now.

      And you love them, you love them, you love them both with everything you have…

     … but this damn house is driving you insane.

     There’s nothing wrong with it, in particular. It’s small and functional, perfect for the little family it shelters. Beige walls, basic furniture, sparse decorations that Eddie definitely had nothing to do with, and that’s sort of… it.

     Now, you’re not an interior decorator, and you’d managed to miss it the first few times you visited, but now it’s like the blank walls are mocking you. Now you’ve seen it, you know, and the stark bleakness of this house has become a glaringly obvious problem that you’ve finally decided to tackle.

     Unlocking the door with Buck’s key, you manage to nudge it open with your hip, hands and wrists weighed down with Target shopping bags that you dump on the floor the moment the door is closed. Tucking Buck’s key back into your pocket ━ Eddie gave you a key almost six months ago, but you’ve managed to lose four of them since, so it’s widely agreed that it’s best you borrow Eddie’s or Buck’s or Carla’s whenever you need to ━ you turn to the sparse open space of the kitchen/diner.

     Hands settling on your hips, a slow breath escapes through your teeth as you survey the house. Christopher’s room is the only one with any personality, and you wouldn’t dare intrude on his privacy in that way anyway. Eddie’s room, similarly, feels off-limits.

     But the rest of the house? Fair game.

     When Eddie stumbles through the front door at the end of his shift, he doesn’t notice it right away. Not your bag hanging on a hook by the door, or your shoes tucked neatly against the wall. His head feels like it’s filled with cotton after a twelve-hour shift, and he’s simply grateful that Carla offered to drop Christopher off later, rather than have Eddie come pick him up after his shift.

     He doesn’t notice you lingering in the kitchen with a bottle of beer in your hand until you clear your throat, and then he looks over, and a tired smile spreads over his face.

     “That for me?” he asks, as hold out the beer bottle towards him, drops of condensation soaking your fingers.

     “It’s definitely not for me.” You wrinkle your nose playfully as he accepts the drink, and you lean over the counter to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You hand over Buck’s key, and with it, all the anxiety you’ve felt since it first landed in your possession that morning. “Give this back to Buck for me? If I lose another one, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

     Eddie chuckles and tucks the key into his pocket. “Buck didn’t mention you came by the firehouse.”

     “I asked him not to.” Your voice wavers, just a little. The way you’re picking at a loose bit of skin near your thumb lets him know you’re nervous, and he reaches out with his free hand, curling rough fingers around your own. Unable to help yourself, a deluge of words start to babble out of you. “I did a thing. And I’m aware that you may not like the thing, and it almost certainly wasn’t my place which I’m realising now, but it seemed like a pretty harmless idea at the time?”

     “Baby━”

     “And if you hate it, I can take it all away! We can pretend I never did it, it’s just that your walls were driving me freaking insane, like which decorator decided that beige was a good base colour because I would like to have a word━”

     “Hey!” A gentle squeeze of your hand grabs your attention, and when you look back at Eddie, the sight of him knocks the breath of you. You never knew eyes could be so big and brown and full of love, and even though there’s a little humour glinting in there at your expense, you still find it a little difficult to breathe.

     Fuck, you love this man.

     “What am I supposed to hate, exactly?” There’s a lilt of laughter in his voice, a gentle quirk to the corner of his mouth.

     You want to kiss him until it blossoms into a full-blown grin. You hope you’re lucky enough to make this man laugh forever.

     The look on his face helps to ease the tension in your shoulders. Slowly, you reach out and take the beer bottle from his grip, setting it on the counter. Instead, you replace it with your own hand, threading your fingers through his, a little chilly where the bottle pressed against his skin.

     “Let me show you.”

     Guiding him by the hand, you lead him through to the living room, and at first, he’s not sure what’s changed. There’s still the couch, and the TV, and the coffee table he knows you’ve always hated because it’s glass, and who has a glass coffee table, Eddie, you're a firefighter and this feels like a recipe for disaster!

     (You’ve seen way too many movies where characters end up crashing through a glass coffee table but you still think it’s a valid point.)

     And then he sees them.

     He spots the first one next to the television; a picture of Chris from a few months ago, the first time all three of you went to the beach together. He’s grinning at the camera and there’s a dab of ice-cream on his nose from where you swiped him just a moment before. Eddie remembers taking this and sending it to you.

     It wasn’t the first moment he realised he loved you, not by a long shot, but he hadn’t said it yet, and that day on the beach had cemented your place in his heart even further.

     The picture is small, sitting in a quirky silver frame that you’ve glued a few seashells to.

     The next two are over on the mantel. A photograph of the 118 in Bobby and Athena’s backyard last summer; Bobby’s frowning in the foreground, having been bullied into wearing a Kiss The Cook apron by Buck and Hen, while the rest of them are howling with laughter behind him. The other is a picture of Christopher and Shannon cuddled together beneath the Christmas tree.

     Tucked between them, bizarrely, is a little wooden figurine of a runner duck wearing galoshes. This one, he knows, came from your personal collection.

     Eddie’s heart stutters in his chest as he turns, finally, to the big thing. The wall behind the couch has always been depressingly bare, a dull expanse of beige paint that he’s always sworn he’d do something with, eventually.

     Hell, the whole house is bare. And depressing. This, he’s ready to admit, even if the reason for it used to sting a little bit.

     Before now, the only personal touches in his home belonged to Christopher. Report cards and drawings stuck to the fridge with kitschy magnets from tourist spots. An ever-changing pile of video games stacked on the floor next to the TV. A dinosaur-print throw that was dragged from Christopher’s bedroom on a lazy Sunday that hasn’t quite managed to migrate back there yet.

     It was never that way on purpose. At first, he thinks, it was a reluctance to put down roots. Life was hectic enough, with his work schedule and Christopher switching schools. Before Carla, Eddie hardly had a moment to breathe, let alone think about decorating their home beyond the bare minimum required to get by.

     And then, he thinks, it might have been guilt.

     He doesn’t dare to dwell on that for too long. He feels your hand in his own, steady as a rock, and stares, glassy-eyed, at the wall you’ve managed to transform into something… something that feels like home.

     A collage of wooden picture frames are scattered over the surface of the wall, in varying hues of warmth that contrast nicely with the beige that peeks through the cracks. A beige that, formerly, kind of made him want to scratch his eyes out. He hadn’t quite realised that until now.

     Dozens of smiling faces peer down at him. A handful of memories he holds most dear, and each of them sends a flush of warmth through his chest.

     There’s the day Chris was born, and he’s staring at this tiny baby in his arms as if he’s holding the sun and stars themselves. There’s Buck and Chris at the zoo, posing near the penguin exhibit. There’s Eddie, on the day he was certified as a full-fledged member of the LAFD, shaking Bobby’s hand. There’s even a picture where he’s fallen asleep on the couch, and his sisters are brandishing Sharpies like the little demons they are, drawing a moustache and beard that took days to properly fade away.

     It’s such a little thing, really. They’re just pictures. But his throat feels tight and his eyes are wet and it doesn’t feel little to him. Not at all.

     “You thought I’d hate this?” He’ll never admit that the words come out a little choked up.

     You shrug. “You’re not a fan of surprises.”

     “I might be now.”

     And you both know it’s not true, that Eddie will never be that guy, but this is fine. This is perfect, and he’s damn sure it might be the nicest thing any girlfriend’s ever done for him.

     He turns to you, a thousand more questions on the tip of his tongue, when he notices you’re holding your phone up with your free hand. A confused furrow appears between his brows.

     “Buck,” you tell him, and it really doesn’t require further explanation, but still you add, “He thought you’d freak out. Asked for evidence.”

     “Ah.” Eddie nods. You put your phone away as he winds his arms around your waist, pulling you close enough to kiss the tip of your nose. “I’m not freaking out.”

     “I noticed.”

     “Thank you,” he says, and kisses you again. This time his mouth slides against yours and lingers there for a few seconds, slow and gentle. “I can’t help but notice you’re not in any of the pictures.”

     Your cheeks turn a rosy pink. “That would have been a little presumptuous of me, Mr. Diaz. And I was already hijacking your home for my own selfish agenda, so…”

     “Wanna hijack it some more?”

     The question slips out without any warning, and you blink up at your boyfriend in bewilderment. “Uh?”

     Eddie smiles, wide and wonderful, and even though it’s not possible to fall more in love with him, you think you do.

     “I talked to Chris about it a while ago,” he tells you, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your hip. “I was just waiting for the right time to ask you. And then you went all House Flipper anyway━”

     “I did not go all House Flipper!”

     “━ so it feels like the right time to ask.”

     You watch him for a moment, all soft at the edges. “You want me to move in with you?”

     “I think you’ve got a tartan throw that would look great in here,” he says teasingly, “and that little duck is part of a collection. He might get lonely.”

     “He might,” you concede with a hum.

     There is enough space on that mantel for the whole family.

     You feel like there’s a tiny sun in your chest, like you might honest-to-God be glowing from the inside out right now, and when you pull Eddie down so you can kiss him again, you know without a doubt that the answer is yes.

     There are a hundred things to figure out. You have a lease to get out of, and an apartment filled with enough clutter to furnish ten houses, and you’ve really got to figure out a solution for the key situation, because it’s getting ridiculous.

     But in this moment, none of that matters. It’s you, and Eddie, and Chris, and a bare apartment suddenly filled with a lifetime of potential, and you just know everything is going to be fine.

     And you hope, for a moment, that he’ll let you replace the couch next.

[tswiftupdatess]

The ''seven'' interlude has been removed from The Eras Tour (May 9, 2024)

[jackwhiteprophetic]

an ask for your train ride:

what is your ideal buddie canon scene? like what way would you love to see it happen most?

Aaaaa I decided the best way is to have them both realise in cute fun domestic scenes the previous episode, and then be like trying to hype themselves up to do something for a whole episode.

Kinda like the episode where the guy fantasizes about killing his boss and the viewers can see in his imagination, we see various different potential first kisses that become increasingly more fantastical (like for example Eddie kissing Buck at a call, Buck grabbing Eddie and kissing him over the table at dinner). I think this would be a funny nod to the fact that there are literal tens of thousands of different written first kisses for them.

I like the idea that both of them are letting themselves have what they want, and that they're patient with it. And then some major dangerous things happens, they're both spooked, they both go back home to check on Chris, then they actually real life kiss in Eddie's hallway.

[r0semultiverse]

How to Super Boop & evil Boop on desktop.

Super Boop:

Hold down/hover over the boop paw button or the boop back prompt for at least one rotation cycle of the text or paw.

Evil Boop:

Hold down/hover over the boop paw button or the boop back prompt for at least three rotation cycles of the text or paw.

I hit post limit so apologies if I can't post this guide in time. 😩💜

[mintjeru]

thinking about sethos voicelines (up to friendship lvl 2) and how he'd get along with kvthm bc i love them all a normal amount-

(unrestrained brainrot under the cut)

i've actually been thinking about them since cyno's 2nd story quest bc i was pretty intrigued by sethos' backstory but didn't want to hc too much until i had a better idea of his personality

and disclaimer: i only have sethos at friendship lvl 2 which means i don't have access to his "about [character]" lines and may be disproved by canon (but when has that ever stopped me)

ok so first, i know in my heart that kaveh and alhaitham would be permitted to enter the temple of silence given they have the trust of not only cyno and tighnari but also lesser lord kusanali

if sethos and those affiliated with the temple agreed to it, i think kvthm would be sent there to study its architecture and record any inscriptions

both of them, especially alhaitham, would also be excited to be able to read the books only available in the temple of silence

but moving on.

sethos and alhaitham would get along well bc they're both knowledgeable people who actively try to learn more

sethos considers himself a people person and enjoys learning more through talking w/ desert travelers and meeting others in sumeru city

whereas alhaitham is well-read and stays on top of current events through hearsay as he demonstrated during the optional dialogue during cyno's 2nd story quest

and sethos is always happy to help those who have questions, even going so far as to ask around in his network

so i think they could have interesting conversations and learn a lot from each other

now for kaveh, both he and sethos have similar voicelines on being out and about rather than cooped inside all day

and they both get sentimental about the stars in the night sky

also i like to think kaveh likes shopping at the grand bazaar, which sethos also frequents

so!! kaveh and sethos might go stargazing in the desert, maybe after kvthm have settled in after the journey to the temple of silence

and back in sumeru city, kaveh and sethos would enjoy sharing snacks and shopping in the bazaar together (or just taking a stroll and people-watching to relax)

and i'm not sure if this is canon yet but To Me, sethos gets invited to the cyno/tighnari/kaveh/alhaitham dinners whenever he's in town ^^

they are all good friends i know this to be true in my heart

[healpimp]

ive dreamed the bothosters coming back with even worse bots twice now and every time i woke up like slightly annoyed before realizing some of the bigger bothosters and cheaters have been banned and every effort theyve made has been foiled by Valve and theyve yet to reverse engineer whatever it is Valve is using to gut them with and i start looking like this

[hutchhitched]

September 11, 2001, was a beautiful late summer day in New York City. Horrifying terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center marred the city’s landscape and changed the nation and the meaning of 9/11 forever.

I began this story in 2015 for the Farewell Tour of @promptsinpanem. At the time, I intended and expected to expand it. For years, I've watched every video and documentary and read every book I can find on September 11, 2001. Some of that information has made its way into this updated chapter and is included in the subsequent ones. Most of it became information I used to process a day I couldn't understand at the time. There are minimal edits and changes to this first chapter.

When I tried to continue the story, I got stuck, but I finally figured out the structure. Each chapter is based on the prompts from Peeta's Paintbox, Round 6 of Prompts in Panem. The first chapter is from the Day 7 prompt (black and white). The subsequent chapters are from the five other prompts I didn't use during the rounds of Prompts in Panem. The epilogue is a reuse of the only prompt I did use during the original round 6 (blue).

Big thanks for the @wipbigbang for the push to finish this.

The story will conclude on Wednesday, September 11, 2024.

[thisshitisridiculous]

let's fuck shit up and have buck get hurt but specifically because he pushes eddie out of the way

buck self-sacrificing connoisseur "i was just the guy standing there when it happened who couldn't do anything to protect him" gets to do something about it this time, gets to step in front of the line of fire or sees the path of a car to push eddie out of the way (foreshadowed by him pushing gerrard out of the way and denny saving mara) and finally actually give his life to save someone he loves, to save his family

eddie denying himself joy trying to find an adequate punishment for everything he's ever done only to finally let himself off the hook, finally allow himself to let go and find joy for himself only to then be faced with the ultimate punishment, losing his partner all over again, only this time it is his fault it's all his fault how could he think he could have this, how could he think he deserves something good, he has to save him, he has to he can't die he can't

[andthenshesaid-write]

Fathers and Sons Fic #3: Update 1

I thought it was time to do an update about the state of the third (and final) 'Fathers and Sons' fic. If I'm being honest, it hasn't been an easy time, which I wasn't prepared for because the first two fics were very easy to get through. It felt almost like they wrote themselves. That hasn't been the case with this one.

The draft I'm currently working on is actually the second draft. I started writing the first a few days after I posted No Legacy So Rich and worked on it for about a week before I finally acknowledged that it wasn't working. So then I took a couple of weeks off to think it through. After talking about it with a friend, I settled on a new angle to approach it from and I started again on what is now the second draft. I'm pleased to say that this one is coming along much better. As of tonight I have about 13,500 words, which is a lot, but at the same time, I feel like the story is only just getting started. I'm not sure how this progress compares to the second fic, but I know the first in the series was about 14k words at the halfway point. I'm nowhere near that currently so I have no idea how long this story is going to be.

I also don't have a super clear idea of how I'm going to get where I'm going. That in itself isn't unusual because I write using the flashlight method, which means I know largely where I'm going but I don't really know how I'm going to get there. I'm just writing scene by scene. My daily word counts are also lower on average than they were for the previous two fics. For the other two, I was writing between 800 and 1000 words per day, but for this third fic it's more normal for me to do between 500 and 800. That means that, unless I really hit my stride, it's probably going to take me longer to get through this one. I went into this hoping to have the third fic finished and released before the end of Lone Star S5 but I'm now resigned to the fact that that might not happen. There's still a chance, because I saw the other day that the last two episodes are slated to air in 2025, but I'm not holding my breath. I just really want to do the story justice and if that takes more time, it takes more time.

With that slightly disappointing update out of the way, I'll leave you with some info about the third fic.

I've had the idea for this fic since the day after I posted the first one and from that moment, I've referred to it as 'The Jonah Fic', because that's what it is. I wanted to write a trilogy that shifted the attention between each of the people in the Strand-Reyes-Morgan family, and now it's Jonah's turn. The third fic begins ten years after the end of the previous one, so we're reintroduced to Jonah in his teens. Some of his problems are typical for people his age, while others are specific to him, and he's just trying to work his way through it.

I've loved getting to write Jonah in this series. When talking to some friends I always called him the secret sauce of the series and I think that's still true. It's just a bit different seeing the world from his perspective, instead of viewing him through the eyes of TK or Carlos.

I've been in fandoms for a long time so I know that people will probably be disappointed about the shift away from TK, Carlos and Tarlos, and I don't expect Jonah's fic to be as popular as the previous two. Still, I hope that some people will give it a chance and that people who enjoyed the previous installments will come back to see how the story wraps up because it's been a monumental task for me to even get this far and I'm really proud of the story I'm telling.

[ginnyrules27]

Evan Buckley was on a motorcycle in this week's episode of 9-1-1...he used the word 'commandeer' to obtain said motorcycle...my urge to write a 9-1-1/Descendants crossover fic grows stronger (and also I'm fairly certain I have based a lot of Chip Potts' personality from Buck's character lol)

[jtl-fics]

Surely Masterpost (Part 2)

Part 1 Here

Chapter 4 (Ginger Ale): ( 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25)

Chapter 5 (Vodka): (1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41 - 42 - 43 - 44 - 45 - 46 - 47 - 48

[tswiftupdatess]

More close-ups of the new Lover bodysuit tonight!

(November 9, 2023 | The Eras Tour, Buenos Aires Night 1)

[starglasszodiac]

Alright everybody, Page 9 is now LIVE!

This page definitely taught me that I can't handle too many art commitments at once, I am swamped with work right now. @_@ That said, it was still good practice and Cassie is finally here!!! :D

The next update is scheduled for September 16th, 2024. Thanks for reading, friends! <3

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