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[hippolotamus]

Way More Than Seven Sentence Sunday

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“C’mon, Luce,” Nat teases from the driver’s seat, poking Lucy’s thigh. “I play personal taxi and can’t even get a tour? Guess I need to up my game.”

Lucy rolls her eyes. Hopefully it’s more annoyed than fond. Honestly, Natalia could ask for a million things and Lucy would readily give them. At least, she wants to. She wants to want to. But that involves levels of vulnerability Lucy plans to keep locked up tighter than Diaz’s Catholic guilt.

“Your game’s fine, Dollenmeyer. I’ll show you around.” Lucy grabs her work bag and exits the car before Nat can gloat and kiss her about it.

Kinard and Thompson are chatting over coffee in the hangar, while Lee checks over the equipment in one of the birds.

“Well, if it isn’t my little ray of sunshine,” Kinard chirps, flashing his stupid, dazzling lovesick smile. God, Buckley’s got him so whipped. She’s happy for them but Jesus Christ. “And who do we have here?”

Tommy, ever the gentleman and charmer, takes Nat’s offered hand. “Tommy Kinard. One of Lucy’s favorite teammates,” he says with a wink.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard about you!”

“This is Nat. Natalia,” Lucy interjects. “We were hanging out and she very nicely agreed to drop me off since my car’s in the shop.”

Beside her, Nat stiffens. Tommy raises an eyebrow, shooting a knowing look at Lucy.

This. This is why she tried to resist Nat’s offer and insisted an Uber would be fine. Because Lucy knows she’s fucked up. Knew she would before it happened. What’s worse is Tommy knows — or highly suspects — she fucked up. He was in the closet too long, and with too many shitty partners, to not see right through her. He’s going to give her hell about this.

“Uh, yeah,” Nat agrees, barely hiding the way her voice is trembling. She drops Tommy’s hand and clutches her purse tighter. “So, uh, gonna take a raincheck on that tour. Maybe another time. Nice to meet you.”

Nat doesn’t run back to the car but she may as well. She doesn’t look at Lucy once. Not with anger or sadness or disappointment. Not at all. Lucy bites the inside of her cheek and watches her go despite the desperate clawing thing in her chest that wants Nat to stay. Now. Forever maybe.

She hikes her bag up on her shoulder, turning to walk toward the locker room, only to be met with Tommy still there. His arms are crossed and he doesn’t look at her with any judgement. It would be better than the almost pitying, understanding expression he’s wearing.

“What, Kinard?” She bites out, staring past him. “I have to change for my shift. Just- say it already.”

He watches her a moment longer, rolling his lips in, assessing. “Do I even have to?”

“I have to change for my shift,” she says again, biting her bottom lip, hard. Because she’s not going to get upset about this now. Just like she’s not going to think about waking up this morning, for the very first time, to Nat sleeping beside her, hair sprawled across the pillow while sunlight painted her bare back. How it made Lucy ache.

Tommy sidesteps, making a sweeping gesture to let her know she’s free to go anytime. She nods tightly, unable to meet his gaze as she passes.

“Y’know, I kinda wanted to hate her,” Tommy starts. Because he’s a bastard that way. She hates him. Hates him so fucking much for it that she loves him for being so goddamn forgiving and thought provoking. She swears he went to the Bobby Nash School of Life Advice and Mentoring.

She stops, but doesn’t turn around.

“Evan said nice things about her. Decent things anyway. Admittedly, I wasn’t crazy about why she was into him. But he didn’t have anything terrible. Being his first- I felt a little nervous and wanted to find something. Anything about the people in his past. You know how it can be with exes. Gets messy sometimes.” He pauses, probably sipping his lukewarm coffee. “And then they just- I don’t know, surprise the hell out of you in an unexpected way.” Another pause. “Don’t worry. I won’t hold you up anymore.”

His footsteps echo across the hangar, growing quieter. Lucy tightens her death grip on her bag and marches to the locker room. When she gets there, if she turns on the showers so she can cry in peace, that’s between her and the ancient tile and god.

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[websterss]

THE HADDONFIELD BOOGEYMAN — EVAN BUCKLEY

SUMMARY: Halloween can be scary, especially with a pyscho killer running around town.

WARNING(S): Angst, fluff, mentions of blood, mentions of massacre and dying

WORD COUNT: 2,523

PAIRING: Evan Buckley x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

2018, Haddonfield, Illinois

Travesty broke through the town of Haddonfield again. It appeared that nothing could kill the man named Michael Myers. Yet man seemed like an oversimplification. Someone who could take hit after hit. That wasn’t a man, he was the eternal of evil, and he was wreaking havoc on Halloween night again.

And what better way than for you to spend your Halloween. Slumping it with a nice cold beer at Mic’s Bar. Watching the oh so talent your neighbors and friends possess. You raised your beer to the previous girl group who finished up. Applause rumbled up the bar. You took another sip of your beer then checked your phone. No messages from Buck yet. He usually checked up at this hour of the night, but you wouldn’t hold it against him. His job required his full attention. “Another round Y/n?” The bartender caught your attention. You sighed and put your phone down.

“Keep them coming!”

“Ladies and gentleman, I’d like to introduce our next Thespian, now I used to bust this guy’s balls when we were kids, but he is all grown up now, and he’s become the most captivating…bird whistler.” Lonnie Elam ran off stage and then walked on, Tommy Doyle. 

“Hey everybody.”

You turn around on the stool and rest your back against the counter. If you were gonna stay here, then you were gonna enjoy the most of it.

“Uhh Lonnie put me up to this shit.” Tommy adjusted the mic stand to his liking. “I’m not gonna whistle for ya…instead I’m gonna tell you a story.”

“Ghost and Goblins!”

You chuckled at the girl who shouted out. That got everyone to laugh.

“Any of you know the story about Haddonfield’s Boogeyman?” When he got no reply he continued. “Too young to give a shit, too drunk to remember?”

It was silent. Yet he kept going.

“Forty years ago, a madman escaped from a mental hospital. It was the night before Halloween and three teenage girls were walking home from Haddonfield High. They had sightings of…a ghost-like figure creeping right through our town. A man in a white mask, or was it more than a man…” A shiver ran down your spine as you pulled down your long sleeve shirt. “He was watching them. Before the night was over, three people would be murdered. And the house next door, there was a babysitter, and a young boy and a young girl, and they were brutally attacked by this stalker. Who had a power, beyond any mortal man.” Whispers and chatter arose amongst everyone. “My name is Tommy Doyle…and I was that young boy.” Gasp of disbelief could be heard in the crowd. “So please join me in commemorating the victims and the survivors of Michael Myers.” You brought your hands together to clap along with everyone. It was touching. “Now we have the lovely Miss Lindsey Wallace, her babysitter Amy Brackett was executed that night. Now we have Miss Marion Chambers, she survived an assault. We have Lonnie Elam.” Tommy took the big spotlight and shined it down on each three of them. “Lonnie survived a face to face encounter.” Your eyes grew big. Your parents and friends always told you it was a myth. You were one of those “I gotta see it to believe it” types. Safe to say you’ve never encountered Michael Myers. Not really sure what you’d do or how’d you react if you did, but hearing other people survive him, it scared you half to death.

Yet you wouldn’t know that the only reason they survived was because they were children at the time, and Michael Myers never killed children.

“It’s Halloween night in Haddonfield, when terror is supposed to be fun…” Tommy stared into the crowd. “When we hide behind masks, and we pretend we aren’t who we are. Is he real…who knows? Who’s next? Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow, but the Boogeyman is coming for me, and he’s coming for you, but he’s not gonna get us. Not this time! Because we will never succumb to fear. This is for your Laurie! Wherever you are!”

You grabbed your drink and raised it up in salute to this Laurie chick. You gulped down the rest of your drink and asked Brian for another one. “Brian can I have one more?” You raised your pointer finger.

“That makes three now…and you drove here right?” He asked you. 

“Mhmm.”

He scoffed and came back with-

“Water? I asked for a beer…”

“And I need a raise for taking care of you careless drinkers, but you know what…” 

“What?” You laughed rolling your eyes.

“Life’s a bitch like that.” You pouted and traced the rim of the glass. “Drink your water!” He gestured to the glass in front of you.

“Alright, alright.” 

-

“Copy that. Utilities are being shut down!”

Buck slammed his shoulder into a door of the house looking around and calling out for any survivors.

“We got a gas fed fire in here!” Buck spoke into his walkie.

His partner that was with him gestured to him to continue moving forward. “Ten-four. Stand by!”

“Copy!” Buck dragged the heavy hose then released the water. Hoping to reduce the amount of fire that was spreading like crazy.

“Assignment complete! Utilities are disengaged.”

“Copy! Eyes on the roof. Watch out.” Buck warned as some of the wood from the floor was starting to break. “With me!”

“Command ladder 13, do you copy?”

As he kept walking further into the house the radio chatter became indistinctive. He was worried he was missing something.

“This is Buck with Engine 118, I didn’t quite catch that!”

Nothing could be heard but the loud crashing that came from behind him. He whipped around and walked closer to the edge.

“Mayday, mayday, mayday, we have a firefighter down. There’s been a structural collapse. We have a firefighter that fell through. I repeat we have a firefighter down, over!” He peered down. “Brenton you okay?”

“M-My air supply is busted.” He then pulled his emergency alert button on his portable radio. 

“Radio silence, we have a mayday alert!”

“I’m gonna get you out of there, okay? Just hang tight alright.” Buck called out to him. Brenton called out to his radio. “This is Brenton with Engine 8. There’s been a structural collapse. M-My air supply is compromised. PASS alarm has been activated…Oh shit!” Brenton’s eyes widened as he saw a masked figure standing not more than a few feet away from where he lay.

“Come in, Engine 13, Engine 118.”

“There’s somebody else down here!” Brentom exclaimed as the man walked over to him. He was then kicked in the face making him head his head against the ground.

“Brenton!” Buck watched with wide eyes as the man started beating the shit out of him. “Do you copy?”

Brenton felt his world stop as finally realized who hovered over him. It was Michael Myers. He cried out as he saw the pick ax being raised. “Buck run!”

“No!” Buck cried out for the man, but stumbled back as Michael turned around to look up at him. Buck didn’t think for a second to get the hell out of there.

-

It had been some time late in the evening when every phone in that damn bar started going off and chimming.

“Oh my god!” Marion gasped. “Tommy look, hey turn it up!”

Brian turned the Tv on, and what popped up on the screen had turned out to be your worst nightmare yet.

“…at the service station earlier today. This evening four bodies were discovered in three homes along the same residential street. Residents of North Haddonfield are on high alert. Officials are investigating.” The newsported announced. The man followed up with a report about a house fire, but what was said about a huge massacre of firefighters made your heart plummet to your feet.

“Hey isn’t Buck on that call?” Brian pointed out to you.

Your glass shattered to the floor as you stood up grabbing your coat and keys. “Oh my god!” You felt like you were gonna throw up.

“Hey it’s not safe out there.” The man Tommy called after you. “Y/n!”

“It’s not safe anywhere!” You pushed your way through people to get to the door. 

“Y/n, be careful!” Brian called out after you.

-

“Got a goddamn massacre on our hands.” Sheriff Baker stood up from peering inside of the car with a decapitated head inside. “Graham.”

“Yes sir!”

“Establish a perimeter.” 

“Copy that!”

Sheriff Bakker walked around the car to fully inspect the blood shed before him. Firefighters dropped dead on the lawn. Heads bashed into, you could hardly even recognize them anymore. “Motherfucker!”

When you got to the location you had quickly put the car in park. The car rolled a centimeter as you got out. You looked at all the chaos, mostly seeing officers, and…

“S-Sheriff Barker!” You ducked under the ‘do not cross’ tape line and ran towards the tragic scene before you.

“Attention, all responders. Be advised we have a violent criminal at large, armed and dangerous.” Graham spoke into his megaphone. “We will deploy all units of frontline and tactical officers to search the area. This fugitive is on foot…and his name is Michael Myers!”

You stumbled back seeing the mess Michael left behind. All what once was the boogeyman used to scare children to go sleep or eat their veggies was now a reality. None of the firefighters were spared, and if that were the truth then that meant….You were pulled out of your daze feeling hands lightly push you away from the scene.

“Y/n, I’m gonna need you to step back, you can’t be here right now.”

“Is my fiance here? I need to know if Buck’s here?” You brushed past him trying to look for him. 

“Y/n please-”

“H-Has anyone seen Evan Buckley? First responder Evan Buckley! He’s with Engine 118. Please, has anyone seen my fiancé!” You frantically looked around, shouting and trying to get the attention of any of the officers around you. Your breathing was growing uneven with every swivel of a turn and whip of your head you did.

“Evan!” You cupped your mouth glancing over at the dead first responders. “Oh g-god…” You almost threw up at the scene. Dead wasn’t even the correct term to describe the horrid scene before you. You didn’t even want to imagine that Evan could be amongst the bodies. “Evan!” You shouted out again. “Evan-“

“Y-Y/n?”

You turned around and let out a broken sob. There he was. He wasn’t dead, he wasn’t dead. You kept repeating to yourself. The love of your life wasn’t dead. You ran over to him. When you reached him, you didn’t know how to grab him, whether or not to tighten your grip on him or wrap your legs around him like your life depended on it. You didn’t know. You pulled him in close. Your hand curling around the back of his head of hair. His face falling into the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god!” You thanked whoever the hell was listening to you. “I thought you were dead. I thought he killed you. A-Are you hurt?” You examined him for any injuries. Buck shook his head no.

“I’m okay, I promise. I hid in the woods as soon as he killed the captain.” He whimpered into your neck. “I-I didn’t do anything, I didn’t help anyone. I just ran like a coward…” It was your turn to shake your head.

“No, Evan no. You’re human okay, those were just your instincts kicking in. I think anyone would have ran. But if I’m thinking selfishly…” A tear fell down your cheek. “I’m glad you did, I’m glad you didn’t stay rooted to one place.” You nodded furiously. “I’m glad you’re right here in front of me. I’m so glad!”

“I was scared.” He shook his head sitting at the back of the ambulance. “I couldn’t breathe, and then he came out of the burning house…picking us off one by one. I didn’t think I was going to see you again.” You reached forward and cupped his face. He looked exhausted. You turned your hand and placed the back of it against his forehead. He was sweaty and warm. 

“Let’s go home.” Buck sighed his head falling forward against your chest. “Please.”

“W-We can’t.” Your voice cracked. “He’s still out there.” You were trying to stay calm for you and for him. Yet your heart that was practically beating out your chest told you otherwise.

“Five years.” Buck said out of the blue. He scoffed then chuckled, shaking his head. 

“What?”

“I’ve never seen him in Haddonfield for five years. Each year on Halloween for five years, he’s shown up and killed people.” He looked down at his lap. “You don’t really start believing the stories they tell you until you see the blood and the bodies on the ground and when you finally do. You start realizing there’s a pattern. One after the other, bodies start dropping, people go missing from a party….and there’s nothing you can do. I’m supposed to save people, but lately…there hasn’t been a whole lot of that.” A tear fell down his head.

“You’re not invincible, Evan Buckley.” You half-heartedly laughed as you caressed his birthmark on his left eye. “A firefighter, yes, but you act like you have more than nine lives. You can’t keep over exerting yourself because one day you’re gonna push too far, and something is gonna shove back. I’m scared of what that day will feel like. I am. I adore how much you love this job, and I love you for being the caring and loving person you are.”

“But?” He looked up at you, frowning a bit.

“I can’t stop you from running into a burning building…I knew the minute that I met you what I was signing up for. I can’t stop you, but I can tell you I can’t bear to lose you. You’re too important to me.” You pressed your head against his.

“I can’t lose you either.” He turned his head and pressed his lips against yours. You placed your hands on his cheeks trying to cherish the moment while it lasted since tonight was still going on, and Michael was on a killing spree. “We can’t stay here, we have to go somewhere safe.” 

“Where else would we even go?” You looked back at the blood bash. Covers being draped over the dead firefighters. You shivered and focused on Buck’s touch.

Buck stopped for a second and thought about it. Then it looked like a lightbulb went off inside his head.

“There’s always the fire station. He’s never really gone there over the time I’ve lived here. We can try there.”

“As long as I don’t look like them…I’m all in.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you, not on my watch okay?”

“I trust you.” You nodded and took his hand. He got up and you guys walked over to your car. 

[queermccoy]

those double lanes (3947 words) by queermccoy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Tommy Kinard Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Truckers, Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Sex Work, Anal Sex, Condoms, Daddy Kink, Kissing Series: Part 1 of take guesses on exits, one has to be right Summary:

The rig was huge and black and shiny, like he took good care of it. When they got to the passenger side door, he unlocked it for Buck, opening the door for him. What a gentleman. Buck thanked him with a flirty grin and delighted when Tommy’s cheeks flushed pink. While Tommy was walking around to the other side of the cab, Buck set his duffel in the foot-well by his seat and then looked out the front window. He noticed that one of the women by the vending machines was gone. The other was watching him and when she noticed he was looking back, she gave him a little smile and the universal okay sign with her fingers. Then she pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and mimed fanning herself. Buck grinned back. She was right, Tommy was really fucking hot. He was probably the hottest guy who’d ever paid Buck for sex. Will pay, whatever. or, Buck got picked up and more than he bargained for.

[tommykinard217]

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I am SO excited for regency au ! Thanks for sharing 🩷🩷🩷

Send me an emoji from this post and I'll write a couple sentences (or more....probably more) for the corresponding idea/wip! And I'm so glad you're excited for it! Regency aus hold a very special place in my heart so I'm thrilled to be able to write this! Have Buck meeting Tommy for the first time! This also got Away From Me

Buck hadn't known what to expect when Howie had said an old but dear friend was coming to visit, but a man who looked like he was carved by Michelangelo himself was not at the top of his list. Suddenly the myth of Galatea made more sense to him than it ever had before.

"I'm Evan. Buckley. Evan Buckley. Which, you probably are already aware of." Buck needed to stop speaking immediately. "Howie spoke a great deal of you, and I'd hope maybe he spoke of me in your letters? Howie mentioned you write each other often, and that you've helped him out many times and-" dear God why can he not seem to shut up? Thankfully, Howie puts him out of his misery.

Somewhat.

"Buck, please let the nice gentleman get a word in edgewise. Also, his arm may very well fall off at this point, do you mind letting him have it back?"

Oh. Right. He'd been shaking the man's hand. For the duration of his ramble. Suddenly he wished for lightning to strike him. He dropped the man's hand like it was on fire.

"Mr. Buckley-"

"Evan! You can call me Evan." To allow the man such familiarity already would have had Howie look at him like he had suddenly sprouted heads like the Hydra, but to not even suggest his nickname, of which even Maddie had taken to calling him had his brother in law look utterly baffled.

"Evan, then." The man smiled, a deep wide grin that left the most fascinating grooves in the man's face. He wondered if he could keep that expression on the man's face forever. "And I'll be Tommy to you, then."

Tommy. He knew the man's full name: Thomas Kinard. But being granted the liberty of informal address, regardless of giving the other man the same permission, left a strange feeling in his chest. A distinct, deep approval.

He hoped he'd be able to spend more time getting to know Tommy.

[honorarybuckley]

widower eddie diaz is charged with the task of finding suitable husbands for his two younger sisters. their parents never come to london anymore so as their only son it is his duty. even though he despises the ton, mostly for how they treat his son and the memory of his late wife, he agrees to the task. lady maddie han, whose husband inherited his title from his estranged father, is well loved by the ton. this year she brings with her evan, her younger brother the reformed rake with three broken engagements under his belt. no one quite knows why or how the betrothals ended but he is considered to be quite the heartbreaker and therefore not fit for eddie’s sisters. no matter how much lady maddie may wish for a match between the two families. evan is sent to the diaz residence often throughout the season as a result and the more eddie gets to know him, the closer they grow but he still refuses to allow him to court his sisters, not that evan minds all that much. from the moment evan meets christopher, eddie knows he is someone he wants to keep. the two become inseparable, always whispering to each other at balls more than dancing or promenading through the park with their families. seen together at fights and gentleman’s clubs. yet as the season ends and both sisters are engaged, and neither to mr. buckley, the ton begins to question just what game these gentlemen have been playing. scandal indeed.

[dinogoose]

all of this silence and patience, (pining and desperately waiting)

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

(or, eddie gets jealous at a middle school bake sale.)

Eddie is currently in Christopher's middle school, glaring at a woman he vaguely recognizes as she places her hand on top of Buck’s bicep, laughing at something he says.

The school was hosting a PTA bake sale to raise money for various expenses, and Eddie had begged Buck not to make him go alone.

Buck agreed easily, loving any excuse to bake. He enlisted Christopher’s help so they spent an entire day making an absurd amount of baked goods.

And now all of those series of events had led him here, watching some woman flirt with Buck. The longer he stares the more he realizes he already knows this woman, she’s the mom of one of Chris’ friends, and clearly someone Buck has previously met.

That thought annoys him way more than it should.

Before he even registers what he’s doing, he’s making his way across the cafeteria, over to where Buck is. Once he reaches them, Buck acknowledges him by bumping their shoulders together but he never pauses his conversation.

Buck’s animatedly talking with her about his ‘signature’ brownie recipe. (He one-hundred percent stole the recipe off of Bobby.)

“You have to melt the butter to the correct temp, if not I’ve found that they aren’t as fluffy, you know?” The flirty soccer mom nods along, completely charmed with the human embodiment of sunshine, Evan Buckley.

“Mine always turn out so flat, I can never seem to find a good recipe but my god, yours are just delectable Buck! You have to give me your recipe!” She said, a flirtatious smirk on her lips. One that the blonde seems to completely miss.

“There are a few good ones online-“ She then turns to Eddie, a curious tilt to her head as she tries to figure out who he is. Buck cuts himself off,

“Wow, how rude of me, this is my- Eddie. Eddie Diaz. This is Eddie Diaz, Christopher’s father. Eddie, this is Cynthia, she’s Abigail’s mom.” Buck says flushing bright red and Eddie revels in it.

Eddie steps forward to shake her hand like the gentleman he is, “Yes, it’s wonderful to meet you Cynthia, I’m his partner, Eddie.”

As he finishes saying that he shoots Buck a shameless grin, feeling extremely proud of himself.

Buck frowns at him and avoids eye contact, his blush spreading deliciously up his neck.

“Oh! Well, you two certainly do make a beautiful couple.” She comments, visibly leering at both of them. Eddie just smiles at her, happy she now won’t flirt with Buck. The younger man shoots him another confused look but dives back into conversation with her.

—

As the night comes to a close, Eddie finds himself being forcefully dragged out into the parking lot by Buck.

“Hey, if you wanted to leave all you had to do was ask.” He snarks, Buck gives him a deadpan look that shuts him up.

“Everyone thinks we’re married,” Buck states. His tone is strange, almost monotone, which is making Eddie sweat a little.

“Oh. Huh. Okay… why?” He asks very eloquently, totally not choking on his spit.

Buck huffs, tugging at his beautiful curly hair.

“Why? Maybe because you told Cynthia we were partners!”

“We are partners!” Eddie exclaims.

“Yeah, at work!” Buck retorts right back, stepping into Eddie’s space. The reminder stings a little. (It burns so badly Eddie is wondering if he’s having a heart attack and idly wonders if he should pop a baby aspirin.)

He takes a step back, huffing, “Well sorry! I thought that you may have wanted saving from her relentless flirting!”

“What? What ‘flirting’?” Eddie raises a disbelieving eyebrow, “She was not flirting with me, she was just being nice!” Buck exclaims.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Oh Buck, you’re so strong, Oh Buck, you’re so funny, Oh Buck, how did you get your brownies to be so moist?” Eddie mocks, eyelashes fluttering, his voice exaggeratedly high.

Buck shoves him laughing, “You’re the worst, she didn’t say any of that, and she most definitely did not say moist.” Buck then appraises him for a moment, “You wanna know what I think?”

“What?” Eddie grumbles, knowing he likely does not want to know what Buck thinks.

“I think…” He draws out, “Somebody is jealous.”

Eddie can feel the tips of his ears go hot as he sputters, “I am not jealous. What would I even be jealous of?” He attempts to play off, failing miserably.

Obviously, he’s jealous that a beautiful single mom had captured Buck’s attention (He’d like to be the only single parent Buck has his eyes on, thank you very much). So yeah, he may have played up the whole partner thing. And yes he may now be continuing to be petty towards a woman who hasn’t actually done anything wrong.

Later he’ll feel guilty for all the bitchiness he’s felt towards this woman, but for now, he’s going to stare daggers at Buck in a middle school parking lot.

“Let’s go home.” Eddie mutters, eyes dropping from Buck’s face as he digs around in his pockets for his keys. He’s done with this conversation, he’s done with this bake sale, and he’s entirely done speaking about Cynthia.

“Eddie,” Buck calls, sounding much closer than before. Eddie ignores him, Buck tries again, “Eddie, Eds,” Begrudgingly he raises his head, meeting Buck’s gaze.

“I was not interested in Cynthia.” He states simply, although his stare is imploring, almost as though he’s trying to convey a deeper meaning to Eddie. One the older man isn’t grasping.

“Why not? She’s beautiful and nice and loves your brownies.” He spits out, bitterly. Buck just shakes his head, a fond look on his face as he chuckles a bit.

“I’m not interested in her because I’m interested in you.”

Eddie blinks at him owlishly, trying to comprehend that.

“You- what- me? Huh?” He nearly points at himself to emphasize the ‘me?’ point but doesn’t want to look like a complete idiot. Buck shakes his head, a fond-sounding sigh escaping his mouth.

“Eddie, you cannot be serious. Obviously, I’m in love with you, come on, you know me. Think about it.”

So he does. Eddie thinks over their entire friendship, every big moment, every tiny one. Every family outing and dinner. Each time they’d go home together.

The well, the shooting, the will, god- the lighting strike. Every major event that changed their lives, they experienced and got through them together.

Everything adds up and points to one thing.

They love each other.

“Wow.”

“Right?” Buck agrees, knowing Eddie has finally seen it. He takes another step into Eddie’s space until they’re standing so close they’re nearly chest-to-chest.

“Wow.” He repeats, feeling as though anything else he says will be inadequate. He looks up to Buck, brushing their noses together when he does.

Buck’s gorgeous blue eyes are shining in the glow of a nearby streetlamp. He’s smiling bright and wide, waiting for Eddie.

Eddie goes.

He places one hand on Buck’s shoulder to steady himself, and the other goes to hold Buck’s face. He tips him down just slightly, allowing their lips to finally meet.

Buck eagerly accepts the kiss and deepens it, a small groan escaping his throat.

They continue to kiss until Buck pushes back a little.

“God-,” he says panting, “Don’t get me wrong I’d love to keep going, but we are in a school parking lot, so not entirely ideal. And I'm pretty sure a woman is watching us from her car right now.”

Eddie tips his head back laughing, before grabbing Buck’s hand.

“Let’s go home then.”

Buck nods, “Yeah. Let’s go home.”

(jealous eddie diaz my beloved. hope you enjoyed this! thank you for all the support, and for reading. I’ll see you soon.)

[hawkbutt]

Several Sentence Sunday

I wasn't tagged by anyone, I just really wanted to share what I've started.

▬ Currently Untitled Hockey Player/Tattoo Artist Buddie Fic ▬

When Evan “Buck” Buckley first moved to Los Angeles several years ago, he brought with him a singular ambition—to establish his own unique tattoo parlor in a city already teeming with such establishments. Despite the fierce competition, Buck's artistry swiftly gained traction, thanks in part to the glowing endorsements of his satisfied clientele.

Moreover, he was a steadfast champion of his fellow tattoo artists, none more so than his close friend Lucy Donato. In fact, Lucy's burgeoning talent had Buck letting her add several smaller tattoos to his arms over the past year. Witnessing her artistic journey and the imminent opening of her own shop brought Buck immeasurable joy and pride.

Buck, the meticulous tattoo artist, had just finished his ritualistic cleaning of the chair, diligently spraying down the leather surface with antibacterial spray. The chime of the door at the Stark Ink Parlor announced the arrival of a potential customer, breaking the silence of the shop. 

Removing his latex gloves and disposing of them, Buck turned his attention to the gentleman who had just approached the front desk. Standing a few inches shorter than Buck, the man had a rugged charm with his striking brown eyes. Buck notices the ring of words tattooed around the man's forearm and another tattoo on the inside of his other forearm, and he wonders whether he has encountered this individual in the shop before.

"Hey, how can I help you?" Buck greeted the man with a friendly smile.

"Hi, a friend of mine recommended this place, or well, recommended ‘Buck’," the man replied, answering Buck’s previous mental question.

"That's me, the one and only," Buck said with a grin, gesturing to showcase some of his own tattoos as his short-sleeved shirt revealed his arms. "What can I do for you today?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.

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tags under cut:

@buffaluff @loveyouanyway @insecuregodcomplex @exhuastedpigeon

[thebisexualdogdad]

Can we get Sfw abd NSFW hcs for Wyatt x Male Buckley reader? Like how they met and whatnot? And us meeting grace abd judd

Wyatt Harris x Male!reader

● you're Buck and Maddies younger brother who moved out to Austin for college where you met Wyatt 

● you were a freshman and Wyatt was a high school senior taking a tour of the campus 

● he saw you in the food court and thought you were cute so he asked you to show him around away from his guided group

● he gave you his number and you kept in touch eventually asking him out 

● Judd and Grace immediately welcomed you into the family when Wyatt brought you over for dinner

● Judd "so you're related to that guy who came to Austin with the 118 to help with the fires" 

● "Yeah he told me your friend TK thought he was hitting on him"

● Wyatt "wait buck isn't bi?" 

● "Oh he's very bi he just hasn't pieced it together yet. He thinks having a crush on both Mulan and Shang as a kid was normal for straight guys and to be honest he was probably flirting with TK and not realizing it" 

● after meeting his family you take Wyatt to LA to meet your siblings 

● Buck had met him over video call multiple times but for Maddie it was the first time ever 

● she felt bad not being there for you when you were going through the new relationship excitement 

● "it's okay Mads, Buck had it covered" 

● "yeah I gave him lots of great advice, where to take Wyatt for the first date, to always be a gentleman, always use protection-"

● you and Maddie at the same time "Evan!" 

● "what?! Safe sex is important even if Wyatt can't get pregnant" 

● Wyatt snickering "what makes you think Y/N is the top?" 

● and you go red in the face

● speaking of, Wyatt is huge, like bigger than you've ever seen before even in porn

● the first time you see him naked it just flops out of his pants

● "Holy shit you're so big"

● "And I'm not even hard yet" 

● "You're not?!?"

● it takes you months to get just half of him in your mouth when you are giving him blowjobs 

● but you more than make up for it by using both your hands to work the base and balls 

● he always has super intense orgasms that way

● the first time he bottoms out while fucking you it's like you hit euphoria 

● but you need lots and lots of ice to help your aching ass afterwards 

● Wyatt is pretty vanilla 

● he's happy just having sex to begin with

● but whatever you want to try he's more than happy to give it a shot 

● and he does so very enthusiastically

● He's also very attentive to your needs 

● always asking if it feels good, if you want to keep going or want to stop, if you're close and if not what he can do to get you there

● "Wyatt I love you but for the love of God please just pound the shit out of me"

[homerforsure]

Whumptober No. 5

betrayal / misunderstanding / broken nose

(Hockey AU)

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He’d always thought the night Jay took the picture would be the worst of it.

Buck’s hands were clutching the rails of Jay’s iron headboard, where Jay had wanted them, where Jay had placed them after stripping Buck of his clothes, saying “Don’t let go.” His slow, sexy, predatory smile was the last thing Buck saw before the silky black blindfold was tied in place. Jay was gone after that, climbing off the bed, telling Buck how good he looked and what he thought he might do and Buck had arched into the words until he was begging to be touched.

“Be patient,” Jay had purred, appeasing Buck with a single finger drawn shiveringly down his thigh. Buck could feel that he’d climbed back onto the bed, but Jay was too far away and he wasn’t teasing; he just wasn’t there. Stretching out longer on the mattress, trying to find him, he’d said, “What’s going on up there?”

Then the flash went off, the bright light cutting through the thin fabric of the blindfold. Jay swore, “Shit. Fuck,” and when Buck let go of the bed with one hand (one hand because maybe he misunderstood, maybe it was fine, maybe he’d laugh and put his hand back and they’d-)to push the tie away, he’d seen Jay, crouched above him with his phone in his hand.

If he’d asked, Buck might even have agreed. He liked posing. He liked having his body appreciated. But Jay’s expression was the alarm of being caught red-handed and Buck knew, knew with a sinking feeling of dread and betrayal, that Jay wasn’t just taking a memento to savor later. He was taking a picture of Rangers center Evan Buckley, naked, smirking, and vulnerable, to use exactly the way those kinds of pictures get used.

Buck forced Jay to delete the photo, made him prove that he’d done it, and then had somehow managed to get himself dressed and down to the street to get a ride without throwing up. His face burned the whole drive home and for half of the night.

And that was the worst of it until five years later. In a new city. When Buck was finally playing the way he’d always known he could. When he was finally earning the respect of his team and the hockey world at large. When he started thinking he might stay. That was when the anonymously authored post was retweeted and reblogged and shared and gleefully discussed on all corners of the hockey internet.

MY WILD NIGHT WITH AN NHL ALL STAR

The Good, the Bad, and the Kinky

His agent’s was the first text he saw when he got done with practice: “Do NOT respond yet. Call me first.”

It had taken another couple messages before Buck realized what he wasn’t supposed to respond to and in the meantime, the texts kept rolling in. Half of them from numbers he didn’t even have saved in his contacts.

“Dude, is that shit true?”

“Are you okay?”

“Do you know who it is?”

“You dog 😜”

“You never told me you were into that 👀”

“Ignore it, Buck.”

“We’re all with you.”

“Fuck that guy.”

“Hey if you need something to take your mind off of it💋💋💋”

“Evan, Mike from the Tribune. If you want to set the record straight, please give me a call.”

From the looks on the faces of his teammates as they tried to pretend they weren’t stealing glances at him, they were getting messages of their own. Hen was the first one to start to approach him with a look of concern, but Buck avoided her, grabbing his bag and sneaking out the door without bothering to hit the stationary bike like usual.

“What the hell did you do to piss this guy off?” Geoff said as soon as he answered Buck’s call. “More importantly, what else does he have on you?”

“Nothing!” Buck answered, nearly merging directly into another car as his hands shook on the steering wheel. “What do I do? How do I fix this?”

“I don’t know, Buckley. None of my other clients get up to shit like this. You need to get yourself a publicist. I’m going to get in touch with Grant and make sure they’re not already shopping you.”

His agent hung up and Buck’s phone continued to buzz and chime all the way back to his apartment.

There were cameras outside which there almost never were. Mostly only hockey fans cared about pictures of hockey players and the press was limited to the arena and their official events. Maybe one or two regular guys who Buck knew by name. It was just his luck that he lived in LA where there were almost more cameras than there were disasters to photograph.

“Buck! Do you know who the author is?”

“Have your teammates seen the post?”

“Are you worried about other former partners coming out with similar stories?”

Buck pushed past them, but the questions followed him inside. His phone didn’t stop. His mentions were a nightmare on every platform. He shut Twitter as soon as he opened it and saw his name in the trending topics. The statements put out by the Kings and Buck’s agent condemning the piece and the interest in it were drowned out by outlet after outlet picking up the post and sharing it out wider and wider.

Can you guess this NHL player by his sexcapades? (Hint: It’s exactly who you think)

Hockey players used to be the humble, hard working gentleman of sports. What happened?

Should the Kings trade Evan Buckley? Can they?

Nash should make Buckley sit for embarrassing the team like this.

Aw, man, don’t do that. Sitting’s a little tough for Buckley right now

🤣

And I thought it couldn’t get worse than the time he fucked that mascot in Carolina

{This post may contain explicit content}

😵‍💫

🤮

Excuse you, Gritty has standards

[98 more posts]

Whether from a latent masochistic streak or just because he didn’t want to look away and find that the story had gotten bigger while he was gone, Buck couldn’t stop refreshing the pages. He read Jay’s words over and over again as his stomach roiled. If it had all been lies, Buck wouldn’t have spent the morning pressed into the corner of his couch, hoodie pulled up over his head like armor. If it had all been lies, he could have made a fiery statement, condemning the mystery author and condemning everyone who thought they had a right to consume and critique another person’s sex life.

There were some lies, of course, but it was true enough that Buck’s heart clenched with it. True enough that he could remember how he felt when it was happening, during the three times they’d been together before the photo. Soft and desired and joyful. There was a part of him that was still exposed to Jay, that always would be, this man with the sharp wit and the sharp smile who got Buck bare, begging and biddable all to make him a joke. As he read the smug asides in the unforgiving narrative, he could hear Jay’s voice in his ear.

The sixth time he read it, there was an addition.

Edit: Ha ha wow this really blew up. Doing an AMA at 6 eastern if you’re looking for more dirty details.

And for the first time, Buck felt the burn of tears in his eyes. Furious. Powerless.

The buzz of his phone started making his skin crawl so he shoved it between the couch cushions and tried not to think about it. He sat with his knees pulled up to his chest and his arms wrapped tightly around, rocking just a little as he felt panic creeping in.

What else could Jay possibly have to say? Would he make up more and more audacious lies as long as he had an audience? Would an NHL team want to touch Buck when he was done?

Were there more pictures?

It was the fourth night, the night that Buck caught Jay. Not the first night with the blindfold. What if? Buck shuddered, sinking lower, deeper into the couch, folding himself tighter and smaller, trying to crush the mounting, hopeless fear. He was there for a long time.

When the gentle knock hit his door, Buck jumped and then crouched tighter into his ball. He didn’t answer. There was no one he could face right now.

The knock came again.

Then the door opened.

Buck was up like a shot, nearly falling over the coffee table as he whirled around toward the intruder. Eddie stood in the doorway, holding up one empty hand and pulling his key out of the door with the other.

“Just me.”

“What are you doing here?” Buck asked, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie to hide the fact that he’d been digging his nails into his palms for the last hour.

“Well, you took off. And you weren’t answering your phone.”

Hot shame flushed across Buck’s skin. Eddie knew. Eddie had seen the article and the articles about the article and the tweets about the articles and been shouted at by the cameras outside and Buck wanted to sink into the floor.

“Notice you didn’t take the hint.”

The attitude in Buck’s response didn’t faze Eddie at all, “Do I ever?”

And that almost made Buck feel like smiling, because no, no he didn’t. He said, “No. But there’s always a first time.”

Eddie came a little further into the apartment and Buck felt crowded. Eddie always seemed to take up so much space around him. Maybe it was just that Buck felt his presence most strongly than anyone else’s. Especially when he was like this: arms crossed, focused, not letting Buck wiggle out of a conversation that he didn’t want to have.

This time was no exception. When Buck turned and went back to the couch, compulsively refreshing the comments on Jay’s post again as he went, Eddie followed right after him.

“I came by to make sure you were okay,” he said and Buck flinched again, hating that Eddie knew. Hating that the team knew.

“I’m fine,” he answered, keeping his eyes down and away from Eddie. “Coach is going to rip me a new one tomorrow, but my agent hasn’t called me to tell me I’m being traded so yet so I guess that’s-”

“Who the fuck said you were being traded?” His voice was loud enough that Buck looked up, surprised to see the intensity of anger in Eddie’s face.

“THN. NHL Network did a round table on it too, but they didn’t think anyone would take me. Oh, then Kirk Davis did a radio interview.”

Everyone had picked up those soundbites. Even through the heavily bleeped broadcast, the future hall-of-famer’s opinion on Buck had been crystal clear. At least that wasn’t new information for Buck. Davis had all but refused to shake Buck’s hand when he first joined the Predators and was a big part of why his tenure there had only lasted until the trade deadline.

“Kirk Davis is a fucking asshole. There’s a reason they never made him captain.”

“He’s not the only one who said it.”

“Then he’s not the only fucking asshole out there.” When he didn’t respond, Eddie came around the couch to stand face to face with him, noticing the open comments page as he did. “Christ, have you been reading that shit all day?”

Somehow it made Buck laugh. “It’s the same shit I’ve been reading for 8 years. Since I got drafted. Buckley’s a distraction to his team. Buckley’s an embarrassment to the game of hockey. Buckley cares more about getting laid and partying than he does about winning. It’s guys like Buckley that hurt the NHL.”

His voice pitched up as he recited the familiar accusations, staring somewhere over Eddie’s shoulder because Eddie already knew all this about him. Eddie was the opposite of Buck in every way. He would never make himself the center of attention. He’d never do anything to make his teammates ashamed to play with him. He’d never be so stupid as to go home with a guy like Jay.

“Buckley’s finally getting what he deserves.” Buck whispered.

“Look at me,” Eddie said. When Buck couldn’t, Eddie reached out, setting a light hand on his shoulder that got tighter when Buck tried to shrug out of the hold. “Hey. Look at me.”

He moved his head into the space where Buck was staring into the middle distance and waited. Until Buck couldn’t help but flick his gaze to meet Eddie’s. Once he did, he found a furious compassion that startled him.

“You don’t deserve this, Buck. You did nothing to deserve this. It is not your fault. Nobody in our room thinks it is. Bobby doesn’t think it is.”

Buck shuddered under the weight of the words. He wanted to pull himself free and he wanted to step in closer, “My agent told me I should own it. Post a couple thirst traps and a middle finger on instagram and just wave it off like another classic Evan Buckley weekend.”

There was a time when he would have. Times when he had. But this wasn’t a ridiculous paparazzi photo outside a bar, it was… It was private. It hurt.

As if reading his mind, Eddie said, “That’s not what this is. Fire him if he wants to make you pretend this is okay.”

“I just keep thinking if I was anyone else. If I was someone good, they’d all go after him and not me. I didn’t even do anything to him, Eddie. I didn’t-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Eddie tugged him forward and his arms were tight around his back. Buck should have tried to fight it, but he couldn’t help but fall against his chest and cling on. “You are someone good,” Eddie said, making Buck’s breath hitch. “And if you weren’t, it wouldn’t matter. It’s wrong. They’re wrong.”

“I shouldn’t have trusted him,” Buck confessed into the soft fabric of Eddie’s shirt. “I was so stupid back then. I just wanted- I wanted him to like me. And I’m still- It still hurts that he didn’t. How fucked up is that? He did this. And I still just wish he liked me.”

One of Eddie’s hands moved up to cradle the back of Buck’s head. They were swaying, just a little, Eddie rocking them gently. “I know,” he said. “I’m so sorry.”

He managed to keep from crying, but Buck couldn’t stop his breath from coming out in soft, stuttering gasps. Couldn’t keep his fingers from digging into Eddie’s back. If he thought about it, he could imagine this post too (Evan Buckley cried like a baby on my shoulder AMA), but Eddie would never do that. The warm heat of him against Buck’s chest was like a blanket hiding him from the world. It was the most vulnerable he’d been all day and the most sheltered.

Eddie didn’t let go until Buck pulled back and even then he didn’t go far, “Have you eaten since practice?”

“I didn’t think I’d be able to without throwing up,” Buck said honestly.

“Do you want to order something from-”

The timer on Buck’s laptop shrieked and they both jumped. Eddie recovered quickly, but Buck’s heart leapt into his throat. He’d almost forgotten. How could he have forgotten? Pulling away from Eddie, he turned off the timer and refreshed the post, looking for the link he knew would be there.

“Come on, Buck, really?”

Eddie reached out to slam the laptop closed, but Buck shoved his hand in the way. “I have to, Eddie. He’s doing an AMA. I have to-”

“I’m not going to let you torture yourself reading what a bunch of sick assholes have to say, Buck. No way.”

“I have to.”

“No, you-”

“Yes, I do!” He shouted it, standing up to look Eddie in the eye. “I have to read it. I have to see it now because if- if- if I wait and it gets reposted- I have to know if he has- I have to-”

“Buck,” Eddie said, putting his hands on Buck’s arms, trying to rub calmness back into him even as Buck’s heart-rate accelerated. “What does he have? What could be worse than what he already-”

“Pictures,” Buck yelled. “I have to know if he has pictures.”

A dark, dark look came over Eddie’s face and he stopped rubbing Buck’s arms to squeeze instead. “You think he has pictures?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Buck whimpered. He saw himself as if from above, stretched out long and lewd against Jay’s sheets. He imagined ten thousand other people seeing it. “He took- I caught him taking one. Once. But I don't know if it was the only one. I don’t- I can’t let them get out. If he has them, I have to know. I have to report the post. I have to-”

“No,” Eddie said.

“Yes, Eddie. I have-”

“I hear you. Okay? I hear you, but I’m not letting you do that. I’m not letting you put any more of that garbage in your head.”

“Eddie.”

“I’ll do it. I’ll report every goddamn post.” Lifting one hand, Eddie stroked a thumb softly along Buck’s hairline. “Let me do it. Let me protect you.”

Buck swallowed hard, fear and relief and longing fighting for control of the tears that were building up again. He didn’t want Eddie to see any of that. He didn’t want Jay’s words in Eddie’s head. But Buck really really didn’t want them in his own. He wanted someone to protect him. “Thank you,” he said, falling forward again to rest his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I’ve got you,” Eddie replied, rubbing his hands firmly up Buck’s back.

Eddie wouldn’t let Buck sit on the couch while he monitored the thread. He fished Buck’s phone out of the couch and made him answer the important messages. From Maddie. From Bobby. From Hen and Chimney. Then he’d told him to order food from the Lebanese place they always ordered from when Eddie came over, asking for extra of the pickled turnips. All the while, Eddie’s fingers slammed onto the keyboard, that sound the only reaction he gave to any of the posts.

It should have been unbearable, letting Eddie comb through the messages. Even without seeing them, Buck knew what they were like. He blocked people every week for the same kind of thing. But Eddie had a defense against them that Buck never had: he didn’t believe they were true. Not even a little bit. He didn’t believe there was a chance that Buck was getting what he deserved for being a show off, for never being a points leader, for being open and soft hearted, for being himself. Eddie believed Buck deserved to be protected and he was ruthless about it.

“No pictures,” he said, a while later, when Jay had finally stopped replying to every comment on the page. “And the rest of it is… well. It’s nothing new.”

“Really?”

“Really. I think it’s done.”

Eddie closed the laptop as if by making that gesture of finality, he could make the words true. Buck, allowed back on his own couch, let himself believe it too. Let himself lean into the safety of Eddie’s arm over his shoulders, breathing in a deep sigh of relief as they caught the Canucks game.

The next morning, Jay’s story was hardly anywhere to be seen. It was replaced. By an essay in The Players’ Tribune. It excoriated Jay. It called out Kirk Davis by name and hundreds of online posters by their bad intentions. It praised Buck’s grace, tenacity, and backhand shot and it demanded respect and compassion and privacy from anyone who called themselves a hockey fan. And it wasn’t anonymous.

[because-i-am-barely-even-human]

Ana in a last-ditch attempt to save her non-existent relationship with Eddie proposes to him in front of all 118 while he’s at the station

Ana Flores, in her weird and warped views of what a perfect man is like, believes that Eddie as a gentleman will never embarrass a girl especially if it’s in public. She saw the signs that Edmundo was on his way to break up with her. They never gone further than a few dry kissed, despite her attempts at seduction and her praise of Christopher (the way to Edmundo’s heart is through his son, right?).

With the way he always gave his best friend these lingering looks and soft smiles she knew her time with Edmundo was coming to an end.

Edmundo Diaz was a perfect man to settle down with. So she’ll be damned if she didn’t try to fight for his affections (never mind that it was a losing battle from the start).

Ana came up with a genius plan to propose to Eddie in front of his coworkers. That way he wouldn’t want to embarrass her and himself in front of his so called family by rejecting her proposal. And if Buck happens to be there to witness that, then it’s just a coincidence, Ana is definitely not petty and envious of Evan Buckley. Not at all.

Ms Flores appears in a middle of a pretty q-word shift, while Eddie hangs out with the team. Eddie looks baffled at her sudden visit. Things were not ok between them. After the shooting Ana got more pushy than she was before and got into the habit of showing up unannounced (Jesus, just like his parents) and tried to control everything he did starting with his PT appointments ending with his parenting. Thank God for Buck who threw her out after her fourth surprise visit at one of Eddie’s bad days. He thought that was it.

But now three weeks later he was still dodging her calls and texts.

The thing is, Eddie broke up with her. Or at least he though he did. Eddie is bad at this, alright? The last time he ended the relationship was in high school, don’t judge him. Perhaps he should have spelled it out for her instead of assuming that she understood that he wanted her gone from his life after Buck’s screaming match with her and his simple text of “stop calling me”.

So here she is. Eddie didn’t miss the annoyed face she made when she saw Buck, and how Buck shut down at the sight of her.

Another reason to send her away.

So, Eddie fully prepared to ask Ana to step somewhere private for this conversation gets confused when she whips out a small box from her purse. By the way Buck huffs and sends her a dark look he seems to understand what is about to happen.

Everyone at the station gets curious at the scene.

Ana starts with a long and boring speech about how she just knew that it was a love at first sight when Edmundo stepped into her classroom. Some firefighters got mortified expressions at this tidbit of information. Eddie pales at her admission.

She goes on and on about how good of a wife and mother she would be, and they were made for each other, so why not make it permanent?

And Eddie, well, he did not expect this turn of events. Where the hell did she get this idea from? Is she crazy? They were seeing each other only for a few months and now they were not. And what with this creepy admission about love at first sight when he just came to a parent-teacher meeting? He was fed up with this behavior.

Then Eddie realized that Ana gave him a perfect opportunity to come clean about something and get rid of her in one go:

Eddie: Yeah, about that… I’m already married.

Ana: Edmundo, I know that you and Shannon were-…

Eddie: That’s not what I meant.

Ana: Well, then what is-…

Buck: It’s me. We are married.

Ana: You’re WHAT?!

Buck: Yep, eloped.

Eddie: Before my welcome home party-…

Ana: You’re lying-…!

Eddie: … right out of the hospital.

Ana: …

Buck: Bet you didn’t see that coming, huh?

And if Eddie purposely didn’t mention a little detail that at first they only got married to make sure Christopher stayed with Buck no matter what (because apparently making him Chris’ guardian in the will was not enough for Eddie), then it was no one’s business but his and Buck’s.

And if shortly after his break up with Ana (she just didn’t get the memo), Eddie confessed his feelings for Evan and got kissed (and much more 😉) in return, then again it is no one else’s business but theirs.

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If someone's interested in writing this, please tag me when you're done.

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday 🐝

tagged by the oh so lovely and talented @eddiebabygirldiaz my love @bidisasterevankinard @tizniz @actuallyitsellie (tagging y’all back for Saturday) check their cool snippets and fanart if you have not 🫶

Combining some asks for this lovely FiF.

Have some flaring Buckley tempers, protective!Buck and badass Maddie 💞

“Evan, you and I both know there isn’t anywhere far enough that he couldn’t find me. I will spend my life looking over my shoulder, constantly wondering when – not if – he’ll appear and ruin everything.” 

“I could protect you.”

“I know you would. And I also know you would die trying. Which is exactly why I can’t risk it. At least here I already know what to expect.”

Another plea dies on his tongue, caught behind his teeth where he swallows it back down. He gathers his sister in a fierce hug and promises himself he’ll find a way out for her. Promises that if he ever gets a second chance to save her, he won’t waste it.

“I’ll go,” Evan blurts out. 

The drawing room goes quiet as three pairs of eyes settle on him, a blend of incredulity and curiosity.

“I beg your pardon?” His father, Phillip, asks as if Evan’s said something absurd. 

“Send me,” he says, gesturing towards Maddie. “I should be the one to go with her.”

“Evan,” Phillip scoffs. He turns his attention to his cufflinks as though they might have something to contribute. “Don’t be ridiculous. Any of our representatives in Mayfair are per-”

“Perfectly capable? Of what?” Evan pushes himself up from his chair, his nostrils flaring with anger. “Protecting her? Knowing what’s best? How? They don’t even know her!”

His mother, Margaret, remains silent except for aggressively stirring her tea. 

“Lord Page and Lord Matthews have been friends of the family for far longer than you or Maddie have been alive. They both have extensive knowledge of the eligible gentleman, their families, titles. I’ve already sent details so they can begin narrowing the prospects to someone willing to marry-” Phillip briefly flicks his gaze to Maddie. “Willing to take a bride in such unique circumstances.” 

“A widow?” Maddie challenges. “I wasn’t aware that was such a rare situation.”

“I would hardly call the mysterious events surrounding your husband’s death ‘common’,” Margaret retorts. 

“See? This is exactly what I mean! Last time, you allowed Maddie – your daughter – to be given away to anyone with the best credentials. And then turned a blind eye when she wound up with- with that absolute monster.”

“Evan!” His parents shout in unison, and if looks could kill he’d be dead a thousand times over.

Maddie steps closer, resting her hand on his forearm as a reassurance. “Evan.” A soft antidote to the poisonous way his name was spat out only moments before. “It’s okay.”

He turns to face his sister, ignoring that they aren’t alone. He can feel his voice breaking before he manages any words. “Maddie. How can you say that? It’s not. Not after-” 

He swipes away the tears threatening to fall, unable to voice what he wants to but knowing she understands him just the same. In a single fluid movement, her hands come together around one of his and she locks their pinkies together. 

“It’s okay, Evan,” she murmurs.

He doesn’t believe that, but he does believe her. He trusts that Maddie knows what she’s doing. 

“Okay.” He nods, lightly tugging their interconnected fingers before letting go. He nervously and proudly watches her face their parents, standing taller. Regal almost. He takes half a step back, enough to create a pocket of space, but still close enough to remind her he’s not going anywhere.

In contrast, she takes a step forward. “Considering it’s my future being hotly debated, I find it rather odd that I haven’t been asked what I want. That my own parents don’t seem concerned regarding if or how I would like to proceed.” 

“If?” Margaret regards Maddie with a puzzled look. “You announced your intention to find a husband and remarry. We only want the best for you.” 

“I did announce that as my intention. At no point, however, did I seek help in that endeavor or hint that I might require it. So,” Maddie adds sharply before their parents can interrupt, “given that I have, in fact, been placed upon the marriage mart before, I feel I have more than enough sense to know what to look out for. Is that clear?”

Evan internally rejoices and cheers. Not just for his sister’s speech but for their parents’ matching dumbfounded expressions. Phillip quickly schools his into something more disinterested and, oh, how Evan wishes he had the ability to capture what it was before. Regardless, they have no power over her in this. She’s not a young maiden beholden to a dowry and perceived status. She’s a grown woman who survived the horrors of an arrangement she had no choice in. 

“Just one more thing,” Maddie says. There’s a lightness in her voice that tells him to pay attention and be ready. “A second opinion and the presence of a trusted male companion never hurts. I wish Evan to accompany me.” She pauses to address him directly. “If, of course, that’s something you want.”

“I- yes. Maddie-”

He’s cut off by Phillip loudly clearing his throat. “You’ve both made your point. I’ll arrange a carriage. Be ready to leave by the end of the week if you want to arrive before all that remains are undesirables and outcasts.”

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[half-bakedboy]

read on ao3 Pairing: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Maddie Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rated: General Prompt: Ornaments

“What are you up to tonight?” Eddie asked as he and Buck walked out to their cars after their shift had ended. “Any Christmas Eve plans?”

“I’m going to Maddie’s. Chimney and Albert decided to have some ‘much-needed sibling bonding’ and Maddie decided we needed that, too.”

“But you’re coming over tomorrow to help with Christmas breakfast, right?” Eddie asked as he opened Buck’s door for him—always the gentleman.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” Buck responded with an easy smile. Eddie nodded and grinned back and Buck could barely bring himself to look away, let alone drive to his sister’s instead of following Eddie back home. “I, uh, should get going,” Buck said reluctantly, hitting his palm against the steering wheel.

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie chuckled, “but have a good night, okay? I’ll just be home putting Christopher to bed and eating the cookies you guys baked yesterday.”

“Those are for Santa,” Buck chastised jokingly, earning another laugh from Eddie. Buck loved hearing him laugh—Man, he was so fucked.

“I’ll leave some for Santa,” Eddie defended, holding up his hands, “and I’ll leave some for you, too. See you in the morning.”

“Merry Christmas, Eddie,” Buck said softly.

“Merry Christmas, Buck,” Eddie responded. He walked backward toward his truck, eyes on Buck the entire journey.

It took everything in Buck to drive away.

When he got to Maddie’s house, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing away how much he wanted to be with the Diaz family. He had his own to tend to, after all. As he walked toward the house Maddie and Chimney had recently moved into, he saw the wreath that used to adorn his childhood home on her front door and it warmed something inside of him.

“Maddie?” Buck called as he walked into the house. He couldn’t remember the last time he knocked on Maddie’s door—he wasn’t a guest anywhere she was.

“Evan!” Maddie’s voice chimed from somewhere toward the back of the house. “I’m in the kitchen, be right there!”

“Got it,” Buck called back as he wandered into the living room.

There were still a few boxes left to unpack, but the most important decorations were up. The Christmas tree was placed in one corner, surrounded by a baby gate covered in a festive garland. Now that Jee-Yun had started crawling, her favorite place to wander was to where the sparkling ornaments and glittering tinsel adorned the tree.

Beside that was a table covered in white fluff to look like snow with a miniature town nestled on top of it. There were all sorts of shops and homes scattered around and even a little mirror sprayed with fake spray snow to make it look like an ice-covered pond. Buck had fond memories of saturating the windows with the foam, always covering Maddie with a burst or two even though it annoyed the hell out of her.

“Do you like it? It’s nothing as extravagant as mom used to do but—”

“It’s better—much better,” Buck said as he turned toward his sister. His eyes landed on a fire station and he laughed when he saw the scribbled 118 on the sign. “Chimney?”

“Of course,” Maddie noted with a fond smile. “It wouldn’t be ours if the 118 wasn’t included, right?”

Buck nodded and took the mug of hot chocolate Maddie held out to him. She gestured for him to sit, curling her legs up on the couch with the baby monitor on her lap.

“She sleeping?” Buck asked. Maddie nodded and turned the monitor around so Buck could see his niece. Jee-Yun’s features were relaxed and she looked so at peace in her crib. Buck’s heart ached with how much love he had for her. “She’s got a big day ahead of her,” he commented.

“The Lees have dibs on the morning before we head to Bobby and Athena’s for dinner. You’ll be there, right?” Buck nodded.

“Eddie and I are spending the afternoon with Abuela and Pepa before heading over there.” At Maddie’s knowing smirk, not entirely hidden by her mug of coffee, Buck rolled his eyes. “What?” he asked, regretting the question almost immediately.

“You’re spending the day with Eddie and his family?” Maddie questioned back, though it sounded more like the start of an interrogation.

“It’s nothing, Mads, Christopher just asked me to come,” Buck defended. That only had Maddie’s smile widening and her eyebrows pushing further up her forehead. “Don’t start…”

“I’m not, I’m not,” Maddie said quickly. “I’m happy for you,” she decided, setting her mug on the coffee table and reaching for the small wrapped gift beside it, “and this is a fantastic segway to my Christmas Eve gift!”

“We’re still doing that?” Buck complained with a scoff.

“Of course we are, Evan! It’s tradition!” He couldn’t keep a straight face when Maddie’s eyebrows pulled together in sadness.

“I’m kidding, Mads, jeez.”

It had been, as Maddie said, the tradition for them to exchange gifts on Christmas Eve as siblings. Their Christmases were often filled with fake smiles and gifts neither of them really wanted so together, they would celebrate the holiday the day before. Each of them would decorate an ornament to hang on the back of the tree where their parents never really looked. Neither of them had a lot of money as kids but they could sneak just enough for something small and so, the tradition was born.

“You first!” Maddie said with a clap. She pushed the gift-wrapped box toward Buck and grinned brightly at him. “I had such a tough time this year, you know, after everything…” Buck didn’t need more of an explanation and he squeezed her knee with his free hand gently. “You deserved something perfect, though, so I got a little help.”

Buck tilted his head in confusion but ripped at the packaging in excitement. When he opened the box and saw the ornament, a sense of childish wonder flowed through him as tears burst into his eyes. In a small frame was a picture of Buck with Jee-Yun in his arms and Christopher leaning against him for a better view of his ‘cousin’. It was a moment Buck didn’t realize anyone had captured but was so grateful they did.

“Maddie, this is—”

“Turn it over,” she requested gently.

Buck did as she asked and sniffled when he saw what adorned the back of the ornament. It was the most lopsided heart he had ever seen but he knew it was the fingerprints of the two kids he cared about most in the world so that didn’t matter.

Written underneath, in Maddie’s perfect cursive, was Buckley-Han-Diaz—the three names that made up the most important people in Buck’s life.

“This is—” Buck couldn’t finish his sentence because emotion welled up in his throat. “It’s perfect, it’s— I love it.”

“I’m so glad you do,” Maddie said, her own voice wet with unshed tears. “I think you should hang it up.” Buck nodded and stood to walk toward the tree, only to be stopped by Maddie’s hand on his arm. “Not this tree.”

“What do you mean?” Buck asked, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“I know this is tradition, us getting together on New Year’s Eve, but that’s when we didn’t have anyone else. We only had each other but Buck, that isn’t the case anymore,” Maddie noted.

Buck sighed and whispered again, “What do you mean?”

“You’re my family and I love you so much, little brother,” Maddie stood and held Buck’s face in her hands as she finished, “but you’ve got another family that deserves your place in their home tonight, don’t you?”

It was phrased as a question, but Buck knew it wasn’t one. As much as he wanted to spend time with his sister, it wasn’t the only place he was needed anymore. He didn’t have to hold onto his sister so tightly for love like he did when he was a child because he had the Diazes willingly giving him the love he never thought he deserved.

“My gift is going to seem really lame compared to yours,” Buck said finally, leaning down to press a kiss to his sister’s cheek. He took the small box out of his back pocket that contained an ornament covered in a collage of photos of Maddie with everyone who made her happy. Most of the pictures were of Chimney so Buck noted, “Wait for Chim to open it, if you want. I think he’ll like it, too.” Maddie nodded and patted Buck’s cheek gently before nudging him toward the door.

“Go, be with them. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Buck kissed her again before walking to the door, ready to spend the holiday with the people who made up his future.

[ravipanikkar]

This is a list of my favorite Buddie fic, they’re in no particular order and I’ll add as I found new one. I’ll post only finished fic, the ones I’ll read over and over, with a little summary by me and a couple of tags. Hope you like them as i did! 

One shot

Live in Me, Jerusalem [AO3] by @matan4il [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

3,175 words 1/1 chapter

established Buddie | nsfw | Jewish!Buck | Catholic!Eddie

This is just a little snippet of a world in which Buck and Eddie are a couple and Buck is Jewish, with all the heaviness of the hate he received as a kid. There are 4 part of the series, each one focusing on a part of Buck and Eddie's relationship but with a strong focus on religion. This one in particular is about a specific part of Buck life as a Jew and how he opens it to Eddie. And they have sex, yes.

I love every fic by matan4il, and this one is easily my favorite.

Gentleman Callers [AO3] by lesbianettes/ @milkymarjan   [ AO3 | Tumblr ] 

10,487 words 1/1 chapter

british!Buck | nsfw | there's some plot

This one is really nsfw. Eddie's feeling pretty lonely in LA after the move and calls a sex line, where he meets Evan. Yes, here Buck as an English accent and this is a good 50% of the reasons i love this fic!

Yes, there's sex here too, mostly phone sex and I have to admit it's very well written! 

Other notable work from lesbianettes it's Curves and Edges.

Oh Captain (My Captain), Our Fearful Trip is Done [AO3] by @princessfbi  [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

22,873 words 1/1 chapter

established Buddie | hostage situation | angst and hurt 

What would happen if a band of bud guys enter the station? And then kidnap Bobby and Buck? What if Buck is so tired and sick that he can't almost stay awake? Ever wondered how the firefam would do if they have to watch Buck being hurt? Then this fic is for you!

It's extremely realistic in the most adrenalinic scenes and even in the sweet one ( I love my dad!Bobby, okay?).

I'd love to add some other works from Princessfbi but not only i can't choose, i just added more to my list! 

Frequent Flyer [AO3] by red_to_black / @redtooblack [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

13,464 words 1/1 chapter

Buck is not a firefighter | still unlucky as always | a nsfw scene but not buddie 

Buck is still trying to find his way so he changes job like every day, almost, but his bad luck keeps following him. And every time he, or someone for him, has to call 911 here comes the firefam, with Eddie. In this fic there are a lot of different scenes with Buck in needs of help, not always for himself and one time he's naked, that are amazingly thought and written, with the best firefam. 

I, Hildy is another of my favorite fic by red_to_black 

an unplanned proclamation [AO3] by autumnchills/ @lovebuck   [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

1,909 words 1/1 chapter

coming out story | loving firefam | technically not buddie

This is really easy to describe: Buck comes out to the firefam. But there's so much more! How he feels, the anxiety, the fear and the love! It feels like a rollercoaster in the best way possible. Highly recommend to every LGBTQ+ people that need something good.

This is the only fic I read from autumnchills, so as soon as I catch up I'll add something here

Multi chapters

maybe one day i'll fly next to you [AO3] by spinningincircles/ @tylerhunklin [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

35,914 words 8/8 chapters

Skating AU | nsfw 

Buck and Eddie are world famous figure skaters and they hate each other. Okay, not for long but the progression of their relationship is sweet and lovely and yes angsty but aren't we here for that?

This fic is one of my favorite AU, the firefam is so close and strong as ever, especially the Buckley siblings. I loved loved Buck and his feeling for the sport, for his own worth. Definitely a good read!

I love spinningincircles dabbles series, lots of one shot that i have yet to finish because i don't want to or i'll have to wait for more!

 Oh, well. [AO3] by @justapoet   [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

19,091 words 4/4 chapters

Poet!Buck | hospital | suicide thoughts

Buck finds a way to cope with his life and it's writing poems in his little notebook. And he is really really good at it! The poem not the coping so much 'cause we know (or should I say the good writer is justapoet technically?). But he never shows them to anyone, until Eddie and Maddie find them, all of them, especially the last one.

For Buck is like having his heart in their hands, and they are the best hands that could handle it, right? 

This fic is sweet, and hard, the poems are so heavy with all Buck feels. I loved the "And?" at the end (you'll get way) because in that single word i felt everything.

justapoet wrote only another buddie fic and it's I adjust the spring for you to follow me with your eyes which everyone should read right now! 

Series (technically not completed but readable as one shots)

White House AU [AO3] by buddiebuddie/ @buddie-buddie    [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

191,910 words 15 works (but one is like 30 chapters and going)

White House AU | no firefighters | nsfw

It’s an ongoing AU with Buck as the President of USA and Eddie as his bodyguard, and so much more! The firefam is there, Maddie and Chris too.

I love politics and this fic is the perfect mix to one of my favorite OTP ever and the White House universe. 

The Tremor 'verse [AO3] by Nibbles84/ @eddie-diaz-buckley    [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

22,365 words 6 works

Established Buddie | NavySEAL!Buck | chronic illness | nsfw 

It this AU Buck and Eddie are married, the first is an ex SEAL and the second is the firefighter, but Buck as also a chronic illness. It’s not an easy series of fic, is hard and heavy with real life problem for the both of them, but the love, the sweetness and the support they have for each other is astonishing! 

the outsider's pov, navy seal!buck au that got out of hand [AO3] by  coupe_de_foudre/ @a-beautiful-struggle-of-life   [ AO3 | Tumblr ]

8,339 words 6 works

Established Buddie | NavySEAL!Buck | external POV

This series is about a well established Buddie, even married in some, and there’s also Shannon! But it’s from an external point of view, 5 from Ana and one from Abuela. This series as everything, not much angst but I’m not complaining, from the sweetest Christopher ever to Buck and Shannon relationship. 

- other to come - 

[hotshotsxyz]

crazy, stupid, reckless

The day Buck brings him home from the hospital, Eddie has a thought. It’s a silly, stupid, completely unactionable thought, but a thought nevertheless. He dismisses it quickly, certain that he’ll forget it in the haze of the heavy painkillers he’s still on.

He doesn’t.

Eddie has the thought again as he watches Buck tidy his living room while he lays uselessly on the sofa. He has it when Buck sits with Chris to help with his schoolwork, and when Buck makes them both dinner for the third time this week. He has it when Buck helps him re-dress his wound, when Buck drives him to physical therapy, and when Buck soothes him after another nightmare. He has it again when he does the same for Buck.

It’s stupid, though, he knows it is.

Eddie has the thought again the first time he’s completely alone after the shooting. He’s still not really supposed to drive, but the dose of painkillers he’s on is getting lower with every doctor’s appointment and he feels fine and he’s got to see. So Eddie drives himself to the mall and tells himself he’s just going to look. He always has been a little impulsive, though.

The next time Eddie has the thought, Buck’s telling him about some wild call he’d been on today. There’s a small twinge of jealously, because Eddie should have been there with him, but mostly he’s just happy to see Buck so lit up and animated. That bright grin of his has been harder to come by these days, and Eddie’s missed it. The thought, Eddie decides, isn’t quite as crazy as he’d initially assessed it to be. It’s just not time for it yet. One day, though... one day he thinks it might be. For now, he sits back, listens to Buck laugh, and does nothing to fight the warm smile that settles on his cheeks.

Later that night, something of a plan occurs to him. Nothing he intends to follow through on any time soon, but an idea for some distant future.

The night before Eddie’s set to finally go back to work, he has the thought again. The urge to speak it aloud has grown stronger every time he thinks it, but not like tonight. Tonight it’s overpowering, because Eddie’s fine but Buck’s still here, washing dishes for Eddie to dry, looking like there’s no where in the world he’d rather be. Eddie stills long enough for Buck to notice.

“You good?” Buck asks, bumping his good shoulder.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, suddenly breathless.

The thought is crazy. Stupid. Reckless. He should have known from the first time he had it he was never going to be able to keep it in.

“I had a plan, you know,” Eddie says conversationally, like his heart isn’t in his throat and his stomach isn’t in knots.

Buck’s brow furrows. “A plan for what?”

The twist of confusion on his lips is adorable, Eddie thinks hysterically. “I was going to ask you on a date, wait until the very end of it to kiss you, drop you at home like a gentleman.”

Buck’s jaw drops, but Eddie knows the look in his eyes. It emboldens him to continue.

“I was going to wait a few months, still not long enough, probably, but I think we both know that this isn’t a temporary kind of thing. I was going to take you somewhere special and I was going to tell you a story.”

“Eddie,” Buck whispers, turning to face him. He’s got to have some idea of what Eddie’s saying by now, but there’s still disbelief written all over his face.

And well, if Eddie’s doing this, he’s going to do it right. He drops to one knee and pulls out the ring that’s been burning a hole in his pocket for weeks.

“I was going to tell you that I bought this ring before I ever asked you on our first date because I was so damn sure that you’re it for me. Because I’ve been in love with you for so long that it’s a part of me, even if it did take getting shot to figure out exactly what I was feeling.”

Buck lets out a shaky laugh at that, but his eyes don’t leave Eddie’s for a second.

“I know this is crazy, and reckless, and probably stupid, but we’ve done everything else backwards, haven’t we? I know exactly how I want to spend the rest of my life, and it’s with you by my side. So, Evan Buckley, will you-“

Buck’s pulling him up and kissing him fiercely before he even has a chance to finish the question.

“-marry me?” Eddie gasps as they break for air.

There are tears in Buck’s eyes and a few stray suds from the dishes on his shirt, but he’s smiling so wide it’s like looking at the sun.

“Yes,” he says simply.

It’s the best thing Eddie’s ever heard.

[charming-charlie]

Like Father, Unlike Son

Title // Like Father, Unlike Son

Pairing // Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings // Mentions of absentee parents. Mentions of sex. Maybe some other little triggers, especially toward our man ☹

Summary // Buck’s parents are in town. Are you sure you want to meet them?

Word Count // 2.7k

Prompt // Hey! Hope you're doing good! I don't know if you ccurrently do requests or not or if this is where to ask for them but I have one in case you do take them. Evan Buckley x reader where his parents come to town and they are really passive agressive towards him, complaining about his work and that he's "not as nice of a boy as he used to be" but he doesn't tell them to stop. Eventually they remark on his birthmark, hitting an old insecurity and reader comforts him? Thank you for your time! <33

Author’s Note // Okay listen writing this broke my heart. Someone fix it by sending me cute little Buck gifs <3

“What are you doing?” you asked your boyfriend, firefighter Evan Buckley, as he pranced around his loft apartment. Armed with a duster in one hand and a broom in the other, you would’ve made a bet with Maddie that he was dressing as Cinderella for Halloween. It was a weird sight to see because he was cleaning. The man was actually cleaning and you could not get over it.

You took your phone out and secretly snapped a few photos of Buck. He was dusting the top of the fridge and it just occurred to you… is that an area people are supposed to clean?

This was getting more and more strange.

You sent the photo to Maddie, who instantly replied, ‘all he is missing is an apron!’ with a few laughing-crying emojis. You smiled at her response, letting your brain picture the sight of Buck prancing around in an apron, holding various cleaning tools, like some 1950s housewife. You would’ve hung onto that ridiculous thought if Buck didn’t decide to speak up just then.

“I told you. My parents are coming. This place needs to be spotless,” Buck started dusting the undersides of the kitchen cabinets and you continued watching him. Your face was scrunched up as you followed his hand movements. Did Buck ever clean like this before?

For as long as you’ve known him, he never really mentioned his parents and that was not something you wanted to ask about unless he brought it up. Maddie mentioned a few things to you, in order to prepare you for the day, but it wasn’t much. Both Buckley parents were absent in their children’s’ lives, forcing Maddie and Buck to rely on each other while growing up. This would be the first time you’ve met them, and the first time Buck has seen them in who knows how long. This was a big deal. You thought you should be the one who is nervous. This would be the first time meeting the boyfriend’s parents and you needed to make a good impression. But Buck… he was acting like the world was going to end if the spout of the kitchen sink wasn’t properly polished. He was nervous enough for the both of you. Your job, which you were trying to settle into without overthinking, was to be calm and level-headed enough for the both of you.

That still didn’t stop the butterflies from moving full speed in your stomach.

When Buck started to pull out all the Tupperware containers and begin rearranging them in a new, organized, and super unnecessary way, you decided to intervene. Standing up, you made your way to your boyfriend and you slipped your arms around him, essentially hugging him from behind. Your head rested between his shoulder blades as you just held him in a comforting way.

Buck froze for a second and you could feel how tense and stiff he was. However, he instantly relaxed in your arms, like a weight had been lifted and you could sense a grin that splashed onto his face. He turned around in your arms, facing you while you hugged him at the waist.

He was taller than you by a good foot. Even if you stood on your tippy toes, you would not reach his lips, and damn did you want to right now. It was a good thing he knew you well enough to read your mind because he was thinking the same thing. He leaned down, much to your happiness, and placed the sweetest, softest kiss upon your lips. It was perfect, the way he dangled himself in front of you, leaving you wanting more and knowing you couldn’t reach him. He teased you in a way that made you both frustrated and excited.

“I know I’m acting crazy. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you,” Buck said as he captured your lips with his one more time.

The second kiss caught you by surprised, but you welcomed it. You leaned into him and your fingers instantly tightened and gripped his white shirt. You tried to let go, knowing his pressed white shirt and black blazer were for show and he wanted to make a good impression on his parents, but if you didn’t hold onto him, you were going to melt into a puddle of goo.

Imagine Buck trying to clean that up.

You grinned into the kiss as the new image that popped into your head, but it was short-lived. There was a knock on the door, five concise raps in a row. Buck instantly pulled away, and you caught a small, tiny look of fear in his eyes. He masked it by putting on a brave face but you knew him better than that.

“Go get the door, I’ll clean this up,” you told him with a gentle smile. You firmly nudged him toward the door and Buck reluctantly went to open it. You hurriedly put all the Tupperware containers back in their original cabinet, with organization going out the window. The door opened just as you shut the cabinet door, and you turned around on your heels and leaned against the counter, trying to act calm and casual.

You could hear the greetings and see the hugs before you saw the people. Buck’s parents appeared into view, smiling at their son, who you would’ve guessed they haven’t seen in such a long, long time.

First, you saw a woman. Her hair was tightly pulled back into an updo and she dressed in a business suit, paralleling her son in a semi-formal way. Following her was an older gentleman, dressed nearly identical as Buck. Apparently, looking proper was part of the Buckley charm. You must have missed that memo, since you were wearing jeans and a nice shirt, more casual than the Buckley family.

“You must be the one my son is so smitten with,” the woman replied with a smile. She made her way across the living area and into the kitchen, pulling you into a weird and awkward one-armed hug.

“I didn’t know firefighters could afford places like this,” the older gentleman said as he looked around.

You looked at Buck, who’s smile seemed to twitch with slight offensiveness. You knew he was proud of his job and you remember telling him that he loved his job more than you. Naturally, Buck denied that but played along and said his job kept him satisfied in ways that you couldn’t. You took it as a challenge and the two of you had mind-blowingly incredible sex that night. However, you were now cursing at your brain to abandon this train of thought at the station. You didn’t need to think about your sexual life with Buck while his parents were right there.

“I’m doing well for myself,” Buck said with a proud smile.

You nodded in agreement. Buck was doing good. He had a semi-stable job, he was healthy (especially after those blood clots in his leg that gave everybody a scare), and he was happy. Life was pretty good for him, and you could see how he was taking things all in stride.

“I thought you would have made something of yourself by now, Evan.” His mother spoke up. She was standing right next to you and it took every ounce of your strength to pull yourself together and not flash her a ‘what the hell did you just say????’ look. Instead, you kept your eyes on Buck, showing an obvious emotion of confusion.

Buck was certainly caught off guard by his mother’s words and seemed to be rendered speechless when his father chimed in with agreements.

“Firefighting is not a career, you know. I thought we raised you better than that,” his father said so casually, like he was making normal conversation and not offending his son by his choice of employment.

You felt a sense of dread swirling inside. You were longing to meet Buck’s parents and now you could not wait for them to leave.

“He does a very good job as a first responder. He saved countless people. Maddie also helps. It’s pretty great seeing the two Buck siblings take on the world together,” you said, trying not to cringe at how pathetic you sounded. Buck wasn’t speaking up, which meant that you had to take the reins and defend him. He deserves to be treated better than that.

“And to go so long without a phone call, or a letter, or even an email!” Buck’s dad was rambling as he walked around the apartment, staring at how immaculate Buck tried to make it, “would it have killed you to let us know what you’ve been up to? Seems like you just dropped off the face of the earth!”

If that wasn’t disgusting enough, the laugh that Buck’s dad gave shortly after sent your blood boiling. Was he finding this funny, calling his son out like this?

“You used to be such a nice boy,” Buck’s mother said as she approached her son, “but now it just feels like you and your sister enjoy ignoring us.”

How Buck was still standing was impressive to you. If it were you, some deep-rooted anger would have shot out right now and slapped his parents across the face. Buck told you bits and pieces about his parents. They were never there growing up. Their careers were more important than their children, leaving Buck and Maddie to sort of raise each other and look out for one another. It was not an ideal situation, and it broke your heart when Buck told you. He was visibly upset when it came to sharing details about his parents and you didn’t ask further questions.

But when Buck received a phone call from his mom, saying that both mom and dad will be in Los Angeles for a conference, you saw how excited he was. Hell, he was waltzing around the apartment, cleaning and tidying things up all week, after his mom mentioned that she would stop by for a visit with his dad. What was it all for? To be continuously kicked while he was already down?

“And this thing,” Buck’s mother said as her face scrunched in disgust, “you should get this removed. You would look much more handsome.” Her hand brushed against the birthmark on Buck’s face, and Buck instantly pulled back at the touch.

If you weren’t paying attention, you would have missed the part where Buck’s father actually nodded in agreement without having said anything. Your hands were shaking, and you stuffed them into the back pockets of your jeans, trying to keep your nerves in check. These people were Buck’s parents? This is how parents act toward their children?

Buck’s jaw clenched as he inhaled deeply, sending the worst disguised smile in his mother’s direction. “I wonder what’s keeping the food. I’m gonna check, be right back.”

He left the apartment, and you immediately felt like you were swimming in awkwardness. With Buck gone, they might pick on you next, and you were not going to let that happen. Racking your brain for an excuse, you settled with a simple one.

“Shoot, he forgot to grab the money to pay for lunch. I’ll be right back,” you flashed a friendly yet passive-aggressive smile in their direction and took off after your man, who was outside in the fresh air and taking deep breaths with his eyes closed, like he needed to practice meditation in order to calm down.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing him by the arm gingerly. He pulled back quickly, and his eyes popped open, but once he saw it was just you, he relaxed. “Sorry.”

He shook his head at your little apology. “Don’t be. Are you glad to have met them now?”

There was anger laced in his voice and, while you knew it wasn’t directed at you, it still stung a bit to be talked to like that. He could see it on your face and his features melted into pure apology as he reached for your hand. You let him take it, and he slowly tangled his fingers through your own. You let silence wash over the two of you, because that was what was needed right now. Sitting through lunch with those two people was going to be hell, and you wanted no part of it, but you needed to be there for him.

“You know,” you said, leaning into him a little. You couldn’t help it; he was like a magnet that always pulled you in. “You don’t need them. You have a loving, supportive family at the firehouse. Bobby and Athena can be your new parents. They already act the part.”

Buck let out a soft, sweet laugh. The fact that he found your little quip to be entertaining was music to your ears. “You don’t regret dating me, do you?”

You stared at him, unsure if he was being sarcastic or not. The look on his face told you everything you needed to know. He was really asking. Apparently, his parents verbally beating him up made him question a lot of things. You frowned, thinking at how just a fifteen-minute conversation with Buck’s mom and dad could change almost everything about him, you, and your relationship.

“Of course not,” you responded evenly, without even having to think about it, “I love you for you. You can sometimes be dumb, you know this, but you have a true heart of gold. And honestly, Buck, you are hot as hell.”

He laughed again, this time deeper and genuine. He let go of your hand and pulled you into a sweet hug, holding you tightly against his chiseled physique. “I needed that, thank you.”

You pulled away from him just enough to look at his handsome face. “I mean it. You are perfect. Your parents haven’t seen you in years, they haven’t seen how much you’ve changed. I see you every day. I’ve seen the progression. I’ve seen the pain you went through to be who you are today, and I love you so much for it. Let’s just get through this lunch and send your parents on their way, and you never have to think about them again.”

It wasn’t the greatest speech, but it comforted him. His smile never wavered as he looked at you, soaking in the words as they left your mouth. He nodded in response, feeling a newfound sense of bravery seeping inside. “I’ll do it if you are by my side.”

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” you said, knowing exactly how cheesy that sounded. But you didn’t care.

Buck leaned in, claiming your lips against his own in a welcomed surprise. You went back to leaning on him, his arms snaking themselves around you as he kissed you. Your heart was beating erratically as adrenaline pumped through. Your head was slowly filling up with fog and you were losing all sense of direction. If he wasn’t holding you like he was now, you would have no way of knowing which direction was up. Everything was blurry and out of focus, and it was a state of euphoria that you loved being in.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the Buckley residence? I have eighty dollars’ worth of Chinese food here,” someone’s voice squeaked into your thoughts, taking root much to your annoyance.

You pulled away from Buck’s lips, looking surprised. “Eighty dollars’ worth of food?” you couldn’t help but ask in shock.

“Okay listen, I was planning ahead,” Buck retorted with a smile. He shrugged like he did nothing wrong, like he was not guilty of spending so much money on a Chinese feast.

“Planning for what?’

“You and I aren’t going to leave the apartment for a couple days. The food is to help us replenish our strength.” He winked at you. Since when did he start winking at you?

“Are we working out or something?”

“Yeah, in bed.”

You slapped his arm with a gasp as he laughed and went to the deliver driver to collect the food. God, he was so good to you, and you had to smile at how happy he made you. The two of you could do this. You could both get through one afternoon with the Buckley’s because afterwards, it would be just the two of you again. No worries, no stress, no fear. You wanted that more than anything.

Despite a rocky start, you had a newer outlook on his parents. After all of this, there was one thing you knew for certain. Evan Buckley was not like his parents and you have never been prouder of him.

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Bad Guy(on the phone): We have your son.

Athena(looks over at Harry): My son's right here.

Bad Guy: Then who is this guy who keeps keeps talking nonstop about somebody named Eddie?

Athena(rolls her eyes): Oh Lord. BOBBY THEY GOT BUCK!

Bobby: If he hasn't been gagged, give it another two minutes and they'll probably let him go.

288 notes • Posted 2021-10-01 08:33:51 GMT

#4

Taylor: Hey Buck, you wanna go for dinner tonight?

Buck: I -

Eddie: Buck needs to ask his dad for permission.

(Eddie steps away for a literal second and returns)

Eddie: - He said no.

Taylor: Buck's a grown -

Bobby(suddenly appears beside them): - No, he's right. I said no.

295 notes • Posted 2021-09-30 02:23:40 GMT

#3

Buck: If Bobby and Athena ever got divorced, and we had to choose between them...do you think Athena would let us visit Bobby on the weekends?

Bobby: YOU WORK FOR ME

Hen(to Buck): Probably not.

304 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 01:58:29 GMT

#2

Dick: Jason, when I die, I don't care who else is at my funeral, as long as you're there.

Jason: Of course I'll be there. The murderer always shows up to throw off the cops.

363 notes • Posted 2021-05-08 00:44:33 GMT

#1

(Buck and Eddie arrive at the 118, and are surprised to see what looks like a wedding chapel set-up in the firehouse - chairs split into two groups by an aisle running down the middle, covered in rose petals, and a big wooden wedding arch at the other end with Bobby standing under it, and Christopher beside him)

Buck: What the -

Eddie: - Hell?

(Chim and Hen, both wearing boutonnieres, rush over and pull Eddie down the aisle to stand next to Christopher - who is wearing a suit and grinning)

Eddie: What is going on? Christopher what is going on?

Buck: Yeah, what is going on?

(Maddie, wearing a dress and heels, rushes over, grinning, to stand next to Buck and smoothes out a crease in his uniform shirt)

Buck: Maddie what -

Maddie(to Ravi, upfront): HIT IT!

(Ravi hits a button on his phone and the wedding march starts to play. Maddie beams at Buck, loops her arm through his and starts walking him up the aisle. Buck sees some of the 118 squad, including Hen, starting to cry. They get to the end of the aisle and the music stops, and Maddie gives Buck a little shove forward to stand across from Eddie)

Buck(staring at an equally confused Eddie): Seriously what the fu-

Christopher: - Language!

Eddie: Bobby, can you please explain what the heck is going on?

Bobby(who is standing between Buck and Eddie): I'd be happy to.(to the crowd)...Ladies, and gentleman, we are gathered here today to join this oblivious idiot (gestures to Buck) and this oblivious idiot (gestures to Eddie) in holy matrimony...

Buck and Eddie: WHAT?!

Athena(seated in the front row): Fuckin' finally...

Christopher: Language!

Athena: Sorry, baby.

410 notes • Posted 2021-10-07 05:25:46 GMT

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