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half-bakedboy · 18 days

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Number 2 from the 50 cliché tropes and prompts

Your shirt/jumper was in the laundry pile and I couldn't help but steal it

Buck never understood why he had lost so many sweatshirts and button-downs to past girlfriends. Nine times out of ten, they didn't even remotely fit their figure and they were only worn in the comfort of Buck's home anyways.

Then he started staying over Tommy's house more and more. He'd always come prepared–an overnight bag filled with an extra LAFD shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of chinos, and two shirts, one with a collar and one without–just in case he needed to rush out in the morning.

This morning, he isn’t quite as prepared as he wishes he had been. Tommy’s in the shower after sleepily kissing Buck good morning and Buck promised he’d run Hercules–Tommy’s ten-year-old retired racing greyhound–outside before Tommy dropped Buck off at work. Thunder crashes outside and rain pounds on the roof, and Buck didn’t even think to bring a jacket.

He looks around the bedroom closet, careful not to invade the private space too much, but he doesn’t see anything that might help. He knows there’s an umbrella waiting beside the door, but he’s already shivering from the chill sneaking in through the closed windows and Buck knows he’ll need something to protect his skin.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a pullover laid neatly on top of the laundry pile. It’s similar to his LAFD one, but a lighter blue that matches Tommy’s on-duty uniform. It won’t keep him dry, but it’ll keep him warm and keep the water off of his skin which is all he has time to care about. He snatches it up and shouts to Tommy that he’s taking the dog outside even though he’s not sure he’s heard.

Before he gets too far, Buck pauses to get the pullover on. The first thing he notices is how much bigger it is on him. He’s not a small guy by any means, and he’s not much smaller than Tommy–at least he thinks–but there’s so much extra fabric that he has to bundle it up at his waist. He can also tell that the back doesn’t stretch taut against his shoulder blades and that the neckline slouches a little in the front.

It’s strange to wear something so unfit for him, but at the same time, Buck can’t help but feel giddy. He glances at himself in the mirror and feels small, but not in the way he usually does. It doesn’t make him feel inconsequential or overlooked, but like he’s protected and well-loved. It stirs inside of his stomach until the joy begins to bubble in his chest.

He notices that Tommy’s name is embroidered just over his heart, and he brings his fingers there to trace over the lettering. It takes everything in him not to whisper his name combined with Tommy’s last and he wonders if this was how his old girlfriends felt when they stole his LAFD shirts that had his name brazen on the back.

Where he expected to be a bit embarrassed at the claiming nature of it all, he can’t help but feel… powerful. Yeah, there’s something powerful about wearing someone else's name, like he’s screaming to the world that Tommy is off-limits because he’s Buck’s.

He’s Buck’s.

He’s too busy thinking about what exactly that means for him to hear the bathroom door open and a freshly showered and shaved Tommy emerge. Another figure beside Buck’s reflection startles him but Tommy’s reassuring hands slide around his waist. It’s strange how normal it feels to have strong, long arms wrapped around him and a broad chest waiting to hold him up as he leans back against it.

“You’re wet,” Buck says, feeling the dampness on Tommy’s unclothed chest. He’s in sweatpants like he’s ready to lounge around for the day, but the bare skin of his upper body is clearly on display where Buck’s body isn’t hiding it. He wants to pull away just so he can take another peek.

Tommy doesn’t seem to notice nor care that Buck is analyzing them because he’s too busy doing the same. There’s something in his eyes, though, that sends an eruption of warmth to Buck’s face. Tommy tugs at the extra fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s having the same realization as Buck did, and then he slides one hand up Buck’s chest to trace his name. He whispers each letter like a secret into Buck’s ear, piercing eyes never leaving Buck’s in the mirror.

Buck shivers, pressing back against Tommy and leaning his head back so that it plops on Tommy’s shoulder comfortably. Tommy finishes his name before dragging a finger to the neckline of the pullover and letting it hang there like a weight that keeps Buck grounded.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” Tommy points out like he doesn’t already know. Buck suddenly feels anxious, like he’s made a horrible mistake, and stands back up straight. He turns to look at Tommy as he speaks.

“Is that okay? I didn’t bring a jacket so I figured—”

Tommy kisses him before he can finish, and Buck can only hope it becomes a pattern.

It’s just as soft as their first kiss and every kiss they’ve shared since then, but it grows in passion second by second. Tommy is gripping the fabric at Buck’s waist like he’s deciding whether he wants to pull it over Buck’s head or leave it on his forever. Buck holds his naked shoulders, palms sliding down the hard planes of his chest then his abs, before sliding underneath the waistband of his sweatpants.

When a cold nose hits his hand, Buck jumps back, out of breath and startled. Hercules is staring up at them like he’s let them have their fun and he’s done waiting to go outside. Tommy swipes at his face as he chuckles and Buck leans down to pat Herc’s head.

“I’m sorry, Buddy. Am I stealing all of your dad’s attention?” Buck coos, and he can almost hear Tommy’s good-natured eye roll.

“Well, if Evan here is done distracting me, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to take you outside, huh?”

“Oh, if Evan is done distracting you? Like you didn’t just walk out of the shower half-naked and damp and looking like you wanted to drop to your kn–” Buck inhales deeply when Tommy glances down then back up and raises his eyebrows. “Alright, I’m out of here. Be right back,” he promises, pressing one last kiss to Tommy’s reddened lips.

“Mhm,” Tommy hums, watching him start to walk away.

“Do you want your pullover back?” Buck asks, because he figures that’s what he would’ve wanted to be asked.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s yours now.”

It sounds a lot like I’m yours now, but Buck doesn’t dare ask. Instead, he takes Hercules out, ignoring the storm rumbling above him, and strokes his thumb distractingly against Tommy’s name over his heart. He guesses he’s Tommy’s now, too.

(now on ao3)

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whollyjoly · 18 days

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i just have a feeling / you're better off than you think you are

(song insp.)

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loserdiaz · 3 months

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—"For Keeps," by Joy Harjo

#this poem is so !!!!!!#im soft #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #911 abc #911 on abc #911 edit #buddie edit #my edits #poetry #buddie x poetry

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newm8n · 4 days

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𓆩♡𓆪 both of you kinda make me want to kill myself.

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gay-mirrorball · 4 months

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i love the concept of dark rosekiller because it just makes so much sense to me but also

imagine evan finding barty sleeping on the couch and getting a blanket for him skdfhwxksnd

#im a sucker for soft moments in dark relationships #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #evan and barty #marauders fandom #marauders headcanon #marauders era #slytherin babies

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moonlightonmyscars · 29 days

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barty waking up from a nightmare and evan sleepily grabs him closer, kisses him on the forehead and murmurs “you’re okay, mon amour.” then goes back to sleep

barty sleeps peacefully the rest of the night

#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #barty crouch jr.#the marauders era #the slytherin skittles #rosekiller headcanon #the marauders headcanon #soft rosekiller makes me go insane im sorry #i like to think barty does the same

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soccerpunching · 9 months

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I guess the most precious imaginary scene I have of the break trio is just these three chilling in casual attire and eating store-bought snacks maybe on the playground or the park.

Endou and Kidou are facing each other and talking about something mundane that are important to them-- sharing their hyperfixations of a cute show probably that Gouenji also watch-- and Gouenji just sits listening to these two, back against Endou's who is being mindful about his movements despite his excitement on the topic as to not ruin Gouenji's meal. Kidou talks animatedly with a wide smile as he observes how cute Gouenji and Endou are sitting like that. He never misses Gouenji glancing at him and Endou with a smile once-in-a-while.

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buckyinluv · 2 years

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⊹ ˖ ࣪✦ living for their pain

moodboard made by me ❀

Summary: Lloyd never believed he could love someone for who they were until he met you, his soulmate. You appeared in his life matching his chaotic evil energy and he swore to devote his life to love and cherish you.

Words: 3K+

Pairing: lloyd hansen x soft!dark!reader

Warning: IT CONTAINS ‘THE GRAY MAN’ SPOILERS. +18, smut (oral f, fingering, spit, slap), shooting, mention of blood, d/s dynamic, reader is not a nice person. (if you don’t like this type of content, please don’t read it)

You sat in a chair watching all the chaos develop in the multiple screen in front of you with a bored demeanor on your face, twirling your pink gaudy gun in your fingers. Looking up at Lloyd, you pouted as he looked back at you relaxing his frowned eyebrows, with soften eyes. “What’s wrong, bubbles?” Lloyd lowed down to your face, caressing your cheeks with the back of his fingers tenderly. “This is boring, daddy. I didn’t get to shoot no one yet.” You quietly said crossing your arms above your chest.

Lloyd chuckled straightening his back but still looking down at you. God, he really loves you, it makes his heart warm up with gentle feelings he don’t usually feel from anyone else but you. “It’s gonna end soon, bubbles. As soon this bunch of idiots take that asshole we can do anything you want, okay?” He talks loudly so everyone in the room could hear him, and see he no longer wanted to waste his precious time by waiting that stubborn man to be dead.

Huffing you rolled your eyes, but Lloyd called you out immediately, cupping your cheeks leaning your face up to him. “Do not be a brat now. Is not the time to test me.”

You gave your best puppy eyes to him, with a muffled voice you apologise “Sorry, daddy” and with a satisfied grin he turned back to watch the multiple screen, giving you head-pats.

“We have Alpha and Bravo teams circling. Delta’s an route. Cameras aren’t live yet” You heard one of Lloyd’s team member said. You didn’t even tried to know his name, since you wouldn’t remember anyway, and Lloyd said you only need to occupy your tiny little brain with things that matter. Mostly things that had to do with him and with your relationship.

“Send everyone. Get ‘em in there, every team. Light it up.” Lloyd sternly said.

His voice eight octaves lower makes your body warm and your thighs clench by itself. “Shits gonna go down” You smirked happily, waiting to see some action finally happen, having you sitting on the edge of your chair.

“Cops have him near the square at the opera house.” This time a woman announced. “They’ve called in a SWAT team.”

Lloyd roughly pulled you up from the chair and sit on it and you whined glaring down at him. “Such a whiny baby.” He teased you, grabbing your waist guiding you to sit on his lap comfortably, while he caress the hem of your yellow striped skirt and lingers lightly his fingers on your inner thighs.

Lloyd was always a touchy person, making sure you were never touched deprived. Making sure you were always squirming underneath his lights or rougher touches, even if that meant touch you in front of his team. You were his to touch and play anytime he wanted, and you loved to be his.

“Alpha arriving now” You heard someone say in the back, but your attention and eyes were all on Lloyd.

“This clown’s a sitting duck. You have my permission to shoot anyone standing in his way” Lloyd grasped your inner thighs, squishing it making you moan quietly in his neck, in attempt to cover your face. Not that you were embarrassed by his touch, but what usually comes after. “You’re such a slut, hm? Moaning in my ear while people are dying out there, such a naughty little girl.” Your opened wide eyes make him smirk, but he turned to his team and voiced loudly “Make him dead” still with his hands all over your body, groping you and getting your head in a fuzzy state.

It seemed like your body reacted even more when Lloyd was mean, you adored how dominant he looked and how malicious he could be with everyone but you.

“We are going to prison for this” You heard Suzanne say and instantly your eyes roll.

“Keep any more cops out of that square” Lloyd commanded with a tranquil expression.

“We’re killing cops now? Margaret Cahill wasn’t enough?” Suzanne said in despair.

Mocking you snort, while looking at her “Oh no, poor cops.” Giving her a sarcastically pout, you received a disgusted glare which you simply shrug to and ignore giving your undivided attention back to Lloyd. As soon as you buried your face in Lloyd’s neck you begin to see that everything is getting more serious. Lloyd scooped you out of his lap, getting up from the chair as he said “Get bravo team in there, we need more guns.”

You didn’t paid attention to the muffling sound of guns and people talking but only to Lloyd who seemed to get more worried and stressed each passing second. He stopped his wandering and shouted to your surprise. “Would someone mind shooting the man handcuffed to the bench?” but he instantaneously turned back to you. “Sorry for screaming, bubbles. I know you hate when I scream, but these idiots make me do it.”

Standing up, you gave a quick peck on his lips, “It’s fine, daddy”

Suzannes disgusted huffing breaks his attention from you back to the big rodeo that Six is causing, Lloyd sighed “My god, how hard is it to shoot somebody?”

“I could do it if you just let me...” You mumbled between your teeth, side eyeing Lloyd who is by your side.

Lloyd knew that you could take Six down and he knew that you were good at the skill you had, but he simply could not take the risk of having you down, hurt or killed.

When you two met at the agency your aspect was of a hurt person, but you acted like nothing could faze your life. Quicker than you could expect Lloyd broke that character out of you and you devoted your life to his and he did the same to you.

He couldn’t risk the only person that ever loved him on some dumb mission, he rather kill every single person on the planet than put on the spot light again.

“Don’t even start.” Lloyd harshly stopped you, and commanded to his team. “Take that assault vehicle”, as he just said you watched a explosion on the screen.

“Holy fuck” You chuckled and commented out loud “That’s fast and furious level shit.”

Suzanne outraged stared at you, as if you were a monster, she shook her head. “This is insane. Lloyd, please, pull everyone out now. Lloyd!”

You rolled your eyes at her pathetic anguish scream and tilt your head back at Lloyd “Daddy, can I shoot her? Her voice is so fucking annoying.”

You heard Suzanne gasp at you as he decided to ignore your brattiness and announced “Extra ten million to the first guy to put a bullet in this Ken doll’s brain.”

“Ten million?” shouting out, you stood up again, with pointed fingers against the big chest of Lloyd, poking him. “I could do it for a Prada purse and you know it! This is so unfair, Lloyd!” You knew you were taking advantage of his temperament and patience that he had for you, but you wanted to prove to him that your set of skills was still in good shape.

Deeply sighing, Lloyd glared at the heated smaller person, that you are, trying to push him. He stoped you by grasping your wrists “Okay, that’s it. I’m done with you. Go to your room.”

Gasping at his command, you shook your head, as he unexpectedly lifted you up from the ground, easily throwing you on his shoulders. “Put me down!” You screamed while slapping his back, but promptly felt your body on the ground again, but outside the room.

“Go to your fucking room. Now!” He rudely shuts the grand set of old doors on your face, living you on the corridor with an agape mouth, but swiftly a door opened up with only a pink gun outside the small breach, which you took before it closes again. “I can’t believe this.”

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Scrolling in your phone as you laid down on the great room you shared with Lloyd wasn’t what you were expecting to end up doing with your night. You were expecting the adrenaline levels from your body to go high from all the running from bullets and explosions. “Boring”you complained to yourself as you sat up. You felt like the universe could hear your pleading for adrenaline, the lights went out and all the windows shook from an explosion outside of the mansion. You ran to the window watching the helicopter spin around, falling as it burns to the ground. “Finally!”

Marching to the closet to search for heavier guns than the pistol, you genuinely smiled at the equally pink gun. “My pretty girls, I missed you.”

You carefully strolled out of the room, with the gun pointed prepared to shoot.

Your body was aching for something more than waiting for Lloyd to happen, you felt giddy for it to happen. It has been a couple of months since you were actively in a action, since Lloyd didn’t let you participate in non of his missions.

The muffed sound of guns came out of the mansion, so intuitively you begun to follow the shooting sound. You carefully walked around the mansion hoping to find Six, but seeing you didn’t achieved your goal when you watch Lloyd and Six exchange shots outside.

You groaned rolling your eyes running straight to the grand set of stairs to try meeting up with Lloyd.

Watching the big amount of movement next to the labyrinth garden, you strolled forward to it preparing yourself for whatever came next.

Attentively stepping in between the long green walls, you tracked the growling buzz, facing a struggling Lloyd in between Six biceps as he tried to wipe out your boyfriend and a fucking Suzanne ready to shoot him. Before you could say anything, your instincts fired a bullet on the man behind your boyfriend, releasing Lloyd from his arms and briefly pointing the gun barrel at Suzanne’s brain. “You should put the gun down, Suzanne. You have no fucking idea how much I want to shoot you right now.”

She slowly put the gun down, and you kicked it far from her. “Fucking bitch”, you heard her murmur between her teeth.

“You shouldn’t try to romance me right now, I will kill you.”

A painting Lloyd stepped out rapidly of the fountain, and grabbed the gun you kicked from Suzanne pointing to a very bleeding Six. “C’mon Suzanne, get us the fuck out of here.” You pushed the barrel of the gun into the back of her head, coming close to her with a whisper you said in her ear. “And don’t pull anything because I have enough proof to incriminate you for all this shit Six made us do. Is it fake? Maybe.” You sarcastically chuckled.

You looked to your left feeling Lloyd’s eyes on you and you never saw that look on his face. It was a look of pure delight and admiration. You could blush if wasn’t for the situation you were in. You felt naked under his gaze.

Under his breath with a heaving chest, he laughed “I’m so horny right now, holy fuck.” He turns back to Six —that was still bleeding, genuinely content. “Man, i’m gonna marry that woman one day”

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Lloyd laid with his back up as you changed his bandages, as carefully as you could, but he still hiss “That stings, be careful.”

You placed your hand in his back, pushing him down. “I can be even more careful if you stop moving.” He huffed, and you rolled your eyes at his stubbornness. “How does it feel to be the damsel in distress?” You teased him.

“Yeah, keep mocking me.” He sat up in the bed, cupping your cheeks as looking in your eyes, giving your shivers. “Thank you for saving me, but I don’t ever want you pulling this shit again. I am being serious.”

You subtly nodded.

“You know why?” His hand trailed down to the back of your neck pulling your hair back, and you again nodded. “why then?”

“Because you love me.” You watched as he stood up in front of you, without removing his hand from you.

“And…” He added.

“You can’t live without me.”

“I would kill every single person in this shitty fucking world if that means you’re give one of your cute giggles to me. You know that, right?” He brushed his fingers through your cheeks, nuzzling your parted lips with the pad of his thumb. His eyes burned your skin with lust and his touch made your breathing hard.

“Yes” Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, as Lloyd inserted his thumb inside your mouth, and naturally you sucked on his finger.

“You’re such a good girl, right?” His voice carried a heavy tone of mockery, that damped your panties.

You nodded and a stingy warm feeling burned your cheeks, making you gasp. Lloyd loved seeing the shock on your face every time he’d slap you, it was always with no warning what so ever, leaving you with teared up eyes.

“I don’t think you are that good. Fucking disobeying me left and right like there’s no consequences to it.” He stroked the palm of his hand on your red cheeks, threatened to slap it again making you flinch.

He chucked, looking down at you. “Scared, puppy? I thought you liked when I bully you and grope you.” His hands went up and down rapidly on you body squeezing your tits, pinching your hips, digging his fingers on your thighs and tummy taking whimpers out of you. “Aw you are my little squirmy slut still.”

Going back up, never taking his warm hands of you, Lloyd cupped your cheeks forcing your mouth to open and spitting on your tongue. “Swallow, slut.” He presses his palm on top of your mouth.

You moaned against his hand, inhaling through you nose only making it harder for you to breathe. As soon as you inhaled deeply Lloyd pinched your nose, giving you no chance to breathe at all. With wide-eyes you attempted breaking from Lloyd grasp, which not only didn’t worked but he deepen his grasp as laid you back on the bed.

You hassled and kicked to break out of his grip, but the burly man on top of you didn’t even seem to flinched. The struggle to breathe made your folds a wet mess whilst in attempt to stop your hassling, his knees were between your legs pressing on your wet panties.

Whimpering and squirming below Lloyd trying to get some friction from his pants, your vision start appearing black spots, your mind get dizzier and eyes rolled back. Before you pass out, Lloyd release you from his hands, slapping softly your face. “Breath, bubbles.”

Grinding against his thighs, you left a wet patch on his grey pants. “Look what you are doing, dirty girl.” He grins at you, grabbing your head up for you see what you’ve done. “Let’s see this mess little girl up close.” He forced your thighs open, glancing over your pink cotton panties.

He hummed, kissing your knees and nipping the soft skin of your thighs giving you shivers down your spine. Coming close to your cunt, he once again hummed and sniffed your wet neglected pussy. “Fuck… you drive me fucking crazy, Y/N...” He murmured, lips rubbing your clothed folds.

Lloyd pushed your panties to the side, not bothering to take it off and blow a stream of air on your bundle of nerves and your entrance, teasing you. “Lloyd…” You whined, complaining.

Lloyd slapping your clit, scolded your complaints and you squirmed louder than before. “Who the fuck is Lloyd?” He turned his head around, looking for someone. “Me?” He mocked, slapping your clit pulling a jump out of you.

“Sorry, Daddy.” You pouted, hoping it would make he go soft for you. Did not work.

“Sure you are.” He manhandled your body, tossing you further in the bed looking like a starved man prepared to devour you. Lloyd inserted himself between your legs, he latched his lips in your throbbing clit, sucking and lapping his tongue all over your cunt.

You subconsciously clench your pussy around nothing, hopeful that he would fuck you, at least, with his fingers. “Please…” You cried.

“Shut up, whore.” He slapped your outside thighs, making you jolt from surprise.

Roughly open up your legs with a hand, he started inserting his tongue on your entrance fucking you. Your cunt let’s out noise as he switch from fucking you with his tongue and sucking your clit. All the sounds of him humming and your juices against his lips and face was completely erotic.

“More, please” You cried out loud.

With no warning or preparation, Lloyd slid two fingers inside you stretching you out. It burned and it felt so good. “God!” You exclaimed, arching your back. Started being too much for your tiny brain to process, so you began pulling away from his fingers.

Lloyd’s tongue clicked in disapproval as he shook his head “Didn’t you asked for more? Fucking take it then.”

Shoving his fingers inside you, having you whimpering with a fuzzy brain. You clenched around his fingers one more time, when you felt his tongue working along with his fingers, in a similar rhythm feeling your climax near.

Lloyd knew your body almost more than you knew so to complete his plan he took his fingers out of you, stepping away from you.

You looked with disappointment written all over your face. “What…”

Lloyd sucked his fingers to taste your juice and hummed as if nothing happens. “What’s wrong, puppy?” He nonchalantly asked.

“I didn’t cum…” Still in shock you said.

“Oh yeah, I know. Maybe if you respect my orders you can cum next time.” He turned around to clean himself on the bathroom, simply living you there completely neglected and used.

#lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x soft!dark!reader #im completely obsessed with lloyd #chris evans #the gray man spoilers #the gray man #living for their pain

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ghosthunterbuck · 2 years

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the things we made

(buddie) (653 words (5x18 spoilers) last same day coda for the season and it's soft and silly bc that's how the end of the episode made me feel anyway i love you guys and our little weewoo show

There’s a feeling beneath Buck’s skin. A sort of buzzing. It’s there when he wakes, and when he brushes his teeth. It’s there when he laces his boots and grabs the keys to the Jeep. It’s there when he walks into the fire station, and it intensifies a hundred fold when he spots Eddie leaning against the rail.

And it would be so easy, Buck thinks, to pretend not to know what this feeling is. So easy to chalk it up to his anxiety, maybe, or a few too many cups of coffee. But it’d be silly, lying to himself like that. He knows what it is. He’d told Maddie as much, hadn’t he?

The feeling is love.

Eddie turns and spots him, grins at him like it’s been more than ten hours since the last time they spoke, and the buzzing beneath Buck’s skin settles. The feeling is love, and the love is for Eddie, and Buck’s starting to realize that maybe it always has been.

“You gonna stand there all day?” Eddie calls down to him, light and teasing in a way that Buck’s missed more than he ever could have predicted.

Buck ducks his head and grins. “Three shifts back and you’re already bossing me around, Diaz. Seems kind of familiar.”

Eddie laughs, loud and free. “Maybe we can skip the grenade this time, huh, Buckley?”

The feeling, Buck thinks, is happiness too. Maybe that’s not the thing you’re supposed to be feeling a week after a breakup, but it’s impossible to deny the way it thrums through his veins.

Buck’s happy. Maddie’s back, and Chimney’s back, and Eddie’s back, and Taylor’s gone, and Buck’s happy. There’s a part of him that’s still waiting for it all to come crashing down around him, but for once in his life, that part’s quiet enough to push down and away.

He jogs off to the locker room and changes quickly, not wanting to waste a second of the precious time before their first call of the day. Sometimes it’s barely ten minutes, and sometimes it’s an hour, and before the team was back together, every one of those seconds had seemed interminable. Now, though, Buck just wants them to last. Forever, maybe, because this is the thing he was looking for all those years he wandered.

Ravi throws an orange at him on his way up the stairs, which he catches. He raises an eyebrow, and Ravi just shrugs, so Buck hands the orange off to Eddie, who’s been, for unknown reasons, practically swallowing them whole the last few weeks.

“Oh come on,” Ravi whines.

Chimney snickers and pats him on the shoulder. “Told you he’d give it to Eddie,” he says with a grin, smacking his gum for effect.

“But why?” Ravi groans.

Eddie throws an arm around Buck’s shoulders tossing the orange repeatedly in the air with his free hand. “Because, Buck,” he says, soft and warm, “has my back.”

Ravi’s eyes widen a little, and Hen chokes on her coffee. Chimney throws back his head and laughs.

“And isn’t that what we all want,” Lucy says with a smirk, glancing up from her magazine.

And yeah, Buck thinks, it really is.

He glances at Eddie, whose arm is still around his shoulder, and who’s already looking back. “Always do,” Buck says softly.

Eddie holds up the orange for inspection. “Want to share?”

Buck nods.

“Don’t ruin your appetite!” Bobby yells from the kitchen. “There’s only two more minutes on this quiche.”

“Okay, Pops,” Buck calls back, going for sarcastic, but unable to keep the joy out of his voice.

This is it, he thinks, as Eddie leads him to the table. His life. His home. Everything he’s been searching for. And after everything, after all the heartache and grief, they've made it. They’re finally starting over. He glances around at his team, his family, and the buzzing feeling returns.

Yeah, that’s love.

#911 spoilers #911fic #911 fic #buddie #911 #buddie fic #buddiefic #911 coda #evan buckley #abbie writes #fic #userceecee #i feel like im missing tags but i dont even care i just wanna post bc im feeling very soft and happy

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hotchfiles · 4 months

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#so yeah this is happening #dunno when it will be finished im a slow writer w adhd and lots of work #but !!! soft insecure anxious james just—i needed to get this out !!!!!#obv this is #james x lily #but later down the road i will be writing reader insert ones im one hell of a self indulgent bitch #jily #the marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders #marauders era #james potter #lily evans #lari talks a lot

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whollyjoly · 17 days

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bucktommy flower crown icons 🌸🌼

29 icons under the cut

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7 different backgrounds

a frankly absurd number of colors and flower crowns

please like/reblog if you save or use ✨

if you have any color/flower crown/background requests, let me know! im always happy make them 💖

...i have absolutely no excuse for this, other than they deserve flower crowns okay?? yes i am stuck in 2014 tumblr no what about it

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loserdiaz · 1 year

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ok but i can't stop thinking about gamer!eddie and maybe when buck and eddie get together, he still plays sitting on the floor but now he's in between buck's legs while buck watches him play, playing with eddie's hair and distracting him but eddie doesn't say anything bc he doesn't mind losing if buck just keeps doing what he's doing.

and i imagine them having a chill night at home, just them. eddie is playing video games while buck just plays with his hair and sometimes he makes comments about the game. buck is content to just exist with eddie, he doesn't care about what they're doing.

he likes to sit there, the tv flickering light across eddie's face and softening his features to a tender glow— it's buck's happy place.

#im just so soft for them #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911onabc #911 on fox #buddie #buck x eddie #drabble #buddie drabble #my writing #april writes

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chronicowboy · 1 year

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what if they have buck answering a call from connor after the chaos is over and connor tells him that the baby's born and asks him if he wants to come and meet them but buck kind of gently turns him down and says "i'm right where i need to be" and the camera pans over to chris in a hospital bed?

#sami rambles #something like this. if chris is hurt something like this is gonna happen i can feel it.#if eddie is there too and they share one of their soft little looks #okay im fine #911 spoilers #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #christopher diaz #911 spec #buck and christopher

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evanbuckleykinnie · 5 months

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Buck was fifteen when he first explored his attraction to men.

He had never really thought much about it, the idea of liking the same sex. He knew people's stances on it, knew that he had no issues with it, knew that seeing a poster of Harrison Ford as Han Solo had made him feel the exact same thing he'd felt looking at the poster of Sarah Michelle Gellar as Daphney did. But, really, it had never been something he had time to give attention to.

Not until his mother made some comment about a neighbour parading himself and his boyfriend around in broad daylight. Her tone had held just enough barely disguised disdain that Buck had latched onto it, intrigued and desperate to get her attention. He'd never needed good attention before and it had seemed like a viable way of getting something from the woman. Something other than blank looks and dismissive sentences created to cut him down or cut him right out of a conversation.

It didn't take long to find someone. At all. He'd half expected it would have. But one trip down to the arcade he'd seen open up, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, had placed him directly in the path of Luis. His age, tall, the prettiest brown eyes Buck had ever seen in his life, killer at almost every single game. The connection had been instant, shocking almost, like sparks and fireworks. No girl had ever made his heart flutter with a smile before, but Luis seemed to have his pulse racing in seconds.

It had been a carefully constructed dance, as careful as two teenagers could be while in the throes of puberty and arcade game fueled adrenaline. Bumping into each other, offering to trade money and tickets to get them both the prizes they wanted, tanned fingers brushing over bruised knuckles, brown meeting blue in fleeting glances. Buck had never really flirted before, never really knew how to, but Luis seemed to ooze a charm that made it all fall naturally. The laughter, the knocking elbows, the playful banter.

They'd played for hours, game after game, until they were carrying armfuls of tickets up to the counter and pointing to their desired prizes. Without missing a beat or letting the silence drag too long, Luis had asked if Buck had wanted to get something to eat as they both admired their winnings, and he'd agreed instantly. He had a pocket full of money still and a burning desire to continue whatever it was they had both stepped into.

Fries and milkshakes had blurred into walking back to Buck's home with their pinkies linked, hands swinging back and forth between them. Luis had reached out with his free hand as they'd gotten to the gate, fingertips gently brushing over the shell of his ear with some passing comment about how they'd been bright red since they'd first made eye contact over the air hockey machine. Buck hadn't swatted his hand away, simply leaning into the small touch with a smile he had been fairly certain hadn't left his face for almost as long as his ears had been red. The night around them had been quiet, dark, a cool breeze rustling nearby leaves. Nobody around, nothing illuminating them but the light from his parent's bedroom window.

Luis had leaned in just after that, their lips brushing without really pressing. Bashful, innocent, clumsy, warm. Buck had forgotten all about the plan to bring Luis inside and introduce him to his mother with their hands clasped together. He had forgotten about how it had all started out as a desperate bid for a reaction, an experiment. Everything had melted away around him and the only thing he'd cared about was leaning in to chase the taste of chocolate and the scent of some god-awful body spray Luis had doused himself in before going out.

As first kisses went, and he definitely considered it a first of sorts, it was good. It felt natural. Easy. Luis' hand had found the side of his face, thumb gentle over his brow, and it had taken Buck far too long to realise he'd placed his hand at the right angle to gently caress his birthmark. His own hands, scabbed and scarred, had fisted the fabric of Luis' black shirt, and he'd held on so tight Luis had pulled back to ask him if he was alright.

They'd parted ways a minute later, Buck mumbling something about having to go inside, avoiding eye contact as he'd forced his hands to unclench and fall to his sides. They never exchanged numbers. They never made plans to meet again. Evan had simply left him standing, only turning for a moment to wave before pushing his front door open and disappearing into the darkness of his home. He'd peeked through the window before he made his way up to his bedroom, and Luis had stood outside for almost two minutes before leaving.

He never told his mother. He didn't utter a word about Luis to anyone until he was much, much older.

Eddie frowned, amused, as he pulled a strange looking magnet out of one of Buck's many boxes. They'd finally committed to combining the Diaz and Buckley households after a few months of solid dating. Eddie had been pretty adamant almost two weeks in, since Buck was already a regular in his and Christopher's home, but Buck had wanted to wait. Just to make sure Eddie had been sure. Just to make sure it felt right.

"Hey, Buck?" He called, pausing Buck in his attempts to untangle two pairs of jeans he'd chucked into a box without thinking to fold them. "What's this?"

Buck squinted at the little square of metal and plastic Eddie was holding up, blinking in shock a few moments later. Blue eyes met brown and a very small smile spread across Buck's face.

"That..." He dropped the jeans back into their box, walking over to take the magnet, turning it over to brush his thumb over the cartoon image of a cat and dog chasing one another. "Is a very distant memory from an old friend."

Eddie quirked his eyebrow, peering down at the magnet and then up to the red of Buck's ears. He reached out on pure instinct, fingertips brushing over the shell of Buck's ear, feeling the warmth there with mild amusement. Buck didn't swat his hand away, leaning into the touch with a small chuckle.

"Well... Now you've gotta tell me the story." Eddie insisted, soft and quiet, watching as Buck nodded.

"I will."

#i have feelings about bi buck #idk who you are luis but i hope you found yourself the nicest husband in the world and that you lived the best life ever #911 oc??? maybe #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buddietime #evanssubparwriting #this is unnecessarily soft its 1am and im listening to my buck playlist #me writing about buck kissing a boy at the same age i first kissed someone of the same gender?? haha #anyway i love him #never make the mistake of asking a buck of any age before eddie about his feelings #luis you fool

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