#but Buck POV this time

[chronicowboy]

Buck waits until they're back at the loft before he brings it up. He waits until Eddie rids himself of his ridiculously hot blazer and rolls up the sleeves of his turtleneck in a way that makes Buck's stomach flip. He waits until Eddie takes one look at his couch before turning around and leaning back against the kitchen counter next to the sink instead. He waits until the soft eyes and heavy looks Buck has been subjected to all night become unbearable in the stifling quiet of his loft.

"You were bluffing," Buck murmurs into the dimly lit kitchen.

"Well, yeah, we were playing poker, Buck. Hazard of the game, you know?" Eddie says it like a challenge, like a dare, like he's desperate for Buck to call him out on it.

"Eddie," he breathes, "when Mehta mentioned the shooting, and you said you didn't remember anything, you were bluffing."

"Yeah?" Eddie fiddles with the clasp of his watch, the gold one his dad had given him for his birthday in a harried attempt to make up for everything all at once, the watch that had Eddie shaking his head but smiling because his dad was trying.

"Yes."

Eddie looks up at him, head still tilted down towards the floor, dark eyes dangerous in the moonlight cutting its way into the loft. Buck gets a little breathless over it.

"How'd you know?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, another challenge.

Tell me you saw me flinch when Mehta asked about how long it took you to get all the blood off you. Tell me you saw the white knuckled grip I had on the edge of the table when the Chief asked you if getting struck by lightning hurt. Tell me you saw all the words I bit back in the kitchen that night you asked me to be honest with you. Tell me you remember it all, and I'll tell you how I tried to pull you up the ladder because I was certain that I could bring you back to me.

"Did Zeus give you telepathy as well as mental math?" Eddie goads him once more, the first time he's pushed instead of waiting Buck out for a long time. "Could you read my mind? See what I was thinking? Is that how you know?"

"I know because I know you, Eddie," Buck says quietly, unwilling to rise to Eddie's bait. "I knew you were lying the same way I knew you had a good hand because you'd tap your thigh twice under the table. I knew you were lying the same way I knew you were bluffing because the corner of your lips always twitch when you're teasing. I knew you were lying the same way I know all of your tells. Because I know you, Eddie."

"Then, why didn't you know I was lying in the kitchen?" Another challenge, another plea, another mask.

"Because I don't think you were lying then," Buck whispers. "I don't think you did remember. I think Mehta said just the right, or wrong, thing and you fled to the bathroom because you remembered everything all at once." Buck takes a careful step closer to Eddie. "But even if you had have been lying then, I don't think I would have known because I wasn't asking for the truth. I was asking for you to give me hope, and that's exactly what you did. You gave me something to hold onto, but, Eddie," Buck lets his voice crack, lets the sound bring Eddie's eyes back to his, "I've been holding onto the memories of that day for so long. Please don't make me carry them alone anymore."

Eddie's face doesn't crumple, it doesn't melt, Buck's honestly not sure there's a word for what Eddie's face does in answer to that. Its like the mask falls away all at once. His eyes fill with tears, but he doesn't look away from Buck as he takes a trembling breath.

"I don't know how you've carried it all," Eddie breathes, eyes wide and desperate. "One moment I was looking at you in that red suit, the next you were covered in my blood. I didn't- I couldn't-" Eddie wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and takes another breath. "I needed a minute, so I went to the bathroom, but then all I could see was you in a hospital toilet trying to wash the blood off your skin before you went to see Christopher. And it was so quiet, too quiet. All I could hear was you begging me to hold on, to stay with you." Eddie tilts his head up to the ceiling like he's asking for salvation.

"You asked me if I was hurt," Buck chokes out, the one sharpest memory he has of that day, the one soundbite that plays on loop in his head underscored by Eddie's scream of pain during his worst nights.

"Yeah, I did," Eddie sighs, eyes fluttering closed. Buck is transfixed by the long line of his throat as he swallows. "I had to know you were okay."

"For Christopher?" Buck asks, his own challenge issued this time.

Tell me what you needed without hiding behind Chris for once. Tell me my survival only mattered to you because of that legal document hanging over our heads. Tell me the real reason your girlfriend hated me was because I was the first person you asked for when you woke up. Tell me you remember reaching for me, and I'll tell you that I'll never ever let you go again.

"I needed to know what kind of world I'd be fighting to come back to," Eddie shrugs. "I don't know if I would have made back without knowing you were there waiting for me."

Buck feels it like a lightning bolt, like a large calibre round to the shoulder, like forty feet of earth coming down on top of him, like a ladder truck toppling over onto his leg.

"Three minutes and forty-three seconds," Buck whispers.

"What?"

"One minute and forty-six seconds to get you into the engine, three minutes and forty-three seconds to get you to the hospital, five hours and twenty-nine minutes to find out if you were going to pull through." They're numbers he knows well, not a product of lightning-induced memory enhancements, but mantras he'd repeat to himself in the aftermath of the incident. Reciting the saviour of Eddie Diaz in temporality because its the closest he could look at it there in the dark of the night on the couch, just waiting for Chris to wake up screaming for his dad.

"One minute and forty seconds to get you down, three minutes and seventeen seconds to get you to the hospital, five days to find out if you were ever going to wake up." Eddie looks at him with terror in his eyes, and Buck understands all at once that this isn't how you measure your life - in your best friend's death. "I had to count," Eddie's voice breaks again. He takes a deep breath, clenches his fists by his sides. "I had to count to know how much of you I'd lose. I had to count because my heart had stopped beating too. I had to count because I was the one driving your heart to the hospital, and I needed to know how cruel to be to myself if your heart never started beating again."

"Eddie."

"Truth is, Evan," Eddie shakes his head, purses his lips. "I don't think I had to count at all. I think my body just instinctively knew how long it had existed in a world without you in it."

And Buck hears what he's not saying because he's not saying it either.

I spent my whole life feeling like I was living with a clock ticking down over my head, but it stopped taunting me the day I met you. That's when my life really started, and the clock started ticking again when your life stopped. My life lives and dies with yours.

#sami rambles #okay okay not sure what this is just needed to write shooting convo 2.0 #it was either this ficlet or a full length mehta pov fic but i dont have the time for that 😫 #911 show #911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #buck x eddie #911 spec #911 fic #911 fanfic #911 spec fic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

[theladyyavilee]

for @diazactually, because I love youuu 💕 part i | part ii

‘I watch him in the kitchen. I think of how much it hurts to love somebody. How deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. It’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.’       Augusten Burroughs || Magical Thinking

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#9-1-1 #buddie #911 edit #911edit #buddie edit #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buckley edit #eddie diaz edit #911 abc #911onabc #tw blood #my edit #I have been thinking about making a second set with this quote but this time from eddie's pov for a few days #and today's insanity fueled me through the whole process xD #I am still obsessed with this quote (thank you arah!) because it is just SOOOO buddie coded and makes me want to claw at the walls #love is stored in the kitchen <3 #arah 🤭🤺 #as always it was a pleasure making an angsty edit for you xD <3 #in other news: in making this edit today I learned that buck dangling from the ladder makes for as good an edit base as eddie's pool of #blood from 4x13 <333 #love that for me <3

[buck2eddie]

cause i've got a jet black heart / happy birthday @cowboy-buck <3

#yes i already made a jbh edit in the past. yes im doing it again cause it's lex's birthday how can i not <3 #and it's buck centric this time like from his pov so yeah IM ALLOWED #lex hope you like this one <333333 #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddieedit #911 #911 abc #911edit #lyrics #m*edits #the 5sos/911 agenda continues!

[daffi-990]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday ☕️

Tagged by @bidisasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 & @wikiangela. Thank you my dears ❤️

Got some more LA Lonely 🏙️ for you because that’s what the writing beans are feasting on atm.

I wrote Eddie and Buck running into each other again (2nd time post hook up) at a coffee shop and I had to fight the urge not to share the whole damn scene because for some reason I just really like it. So instead have just a small smackerel.

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Eddie grabs the door for him and follows him outside and Buck really should get back to the engine because Chim and Hen without the right amount of caffeine and sugar in their systems can quickly become dangerous. But with Eddie’s eyes focused on him he finds his feet unwilling to move.

“I know you have to go and caffeinate the troops,” Eddie wets his lips and Bucks eyes immediately track the movement, “but I just wanted to say it was good to see you. Unexpected, but uh good.”

“Yeah?”

Eddie opens his mouth but the engine horn suddenly blares, startling them both so much that Buck almost drops the coffee in his hands.

“Let’s go Buckaroo!”

Buck contemplates dropping Chim’s coffee and claiming it as an accident.

Eddie chuckles. “I’ll take that as my queue to leave. It really was good to see you Buck.” And then he’s walking away and Buck doesn’t want him to go.

“Eddie!” Eddie pauses and turns around and suddenly Buck’s nervous. Every time he’s extended a hand out to someone he’s even the slightest bit interested in after hooking up with, it’s been left hanging awkwardly in the air or slapped away. But he likes the way Eddie’s smile makes him feel and even if Eddie was just being polite, it couldn’t hurt to be honest, right? “It uh - it was really good to see you too.”

The words are simple but Buck feels like he’s just unfastened a part of his armour and exposed his heart to whatever weapon Eddie is brandishing.

Eddie doesn’t launch an arrow or throw a dagger though, instead he smiles, which is twice as deadly but in a whole other way. His eyes are crinkled from how wide his smile is, canines of full display and it leaves Buck’s heart stuttering.

Bullseye.

No pressure tagging: @hippolotamus @diazsdimples @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @sunshinediaz @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz @elvensorceress @epicbuddieficrecs @goforkinard @bekkachaos @wikiangela @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @devirnis @dangerpronebuddie @donationwayne @fortheloveofbuddie @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @tizniz @try-set-me-on-fire @hoodie-buck @homerforsure @honestlydarkprincess @lover-of-mine @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @captain-hen @steadfastsaturnsrings @missmagooglie @mellaithwen @neverevan @nmcggg @giddyupbuck @sibylsleaves @jesuisici33 and as always, anyone who wants to share something -> this is your official tag

* also sorry if I missed anyone, a lot of people have changed their urls along with icons and my brain is trying her best 🥲

#daffi writes #wip: la lonely #buddie wip #buddie #this fic is from Buck’s POV and I’m just loving writing Eddie who is clearly smitten with Buck #but Buck being Buck .. he doesn’t see it 🙈 #like my man Eddie is throwing out heart eyes every time he sees Buck #and this himbo is like ‘I really like this guy but too bad he doesn’t want me’ #like come on 😂😂😂

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @dangerpronebuddie @hoodie-buck @aroeddiediaz 💖

I'm jumping between wips and ships so much rn, but trust me, it's even more chaotic in my brain like at all times lol it's so annoying

wasn't gonna post today but I figured I'd share a bit of the cheating fic bc I moved my self-imposed deadline to middle of may and istg I'm not moving it again so I need motivation to finish this lmao

(this scene is fighting me ngl, but I need it, and it's just gonna need a lot of editing but for now this is just a rough draft lol)

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Not breaking the kiss, Eddie shifts, throwing his leg over Buck’s lap, straddling him, and Buck’s hands immediately wrap around his hips, bringing him closer, as close as possible, just needing Eddie closer. Eddie gasps when their crotches collide, and breaks the kiss, Buck’s lips moving to Eddie’s neck.

“Buck.” Eddie whispers. “Buck, we- we should talk.” Eddie tries, but one of his hands is tangled in Buk’s hair, holding on tight. Buck stills his movements, looks up at Eddie and sees reluctance in his face. He’s not sure if it’s reluctance to stop or continue, and he needs to know for sure, would never want Eddie to feel pressured in any way. They have no alcohol to blame this time, after all.

“If you want to, let’s stop, and we can talk.” Buck says, voice a little shaky as he adds, “But we can always talk tomorrow?”, knowing this is a very bad decision, once again. He’s looking at Eddie’s face and sees something complicated, a conflict, a battle with himself. His eyes roam over Buck’s face, lingering on his eyes, then lips, then back to eyes. In the end, some part of Eddie wins, or loses, and he captures Buck’s lips with his own again.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck

@eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life

@diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @weewootruck

@loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff

@spotsandsocks @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus

@giddyupbuck @sunshinediaz @honestlydarkprincess @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon

@911-on-abc @jesuisici33 @steadfastsaturnsrings @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

@diazsdimples @your-catfish-friend

#wip wednesday #buddie cheating fic #eddie is not able to resist buck for the third time in this fic oops lol #both of them are so messy and make such bad decisions and i'm living for it <3 #also im almost sure there will be an eddie pov chapter after this so let's hope i don't forget this moment and his thoughts here lmao #tbh I'm about to have a stressful day in two days and I'm already stressing out and can't really focus on writing #but also need it to distract me lol #fic: got a girl at home (but I love the way you taste) #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #also writing two bucktommy fics rn that take more of my attention than this ngl lol i'll be fully back to it soon tho haha

[thewolvesof1998]

Fuck it Friday

Here's a little more of my Christmas Fic they don’t know (your name is already mine):

They all pile into the elevator, Bobby and Athena last, as the doors close he whips out his phone to send another text to Buck. Bobby: Doc says Eddie’s going to be fine but he’s staying the night, please call me when you get this.  He watches and waits for the three dots to appear but they don’t and it only causes the feeling in the pit of his stomach to widen. He tucks away his phone and grabs Athena’s hand, she immediately squeezes reassuringly and it helps ground him. “How’d you even know we were here?” Bobby hears Chim ask from somewhere behind him. “I-Me and Ravi were having…drinks,” Albert says, Bobby shares a look with his wife, apparently her hunch about that had been right, her smile is a small ‘told you so’ one.  “Without the rest of us?” Chim asks outraged and oblivious to the blatant lie. Bobby fights back a smile.  “Chim,” Hen says and Bobby can practically see her head shake without turning around, “Maybe there was a reason why they didn’t want us there.” “It is because we’re old? Because I’ll let you know I can still-” -The elevator dings as they arrive on the third floor, interrupting Chimney's rant and reminding them all why they were there.

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tagging: @wikiangela @wildlife4life ​ @eddiebabygirldiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @spotsandsocks @try-set-me-on-fire @jesuisici33​ @bekkachaos @buddierights @spagheddiediaz @911-on-abc @hippolotamus @shitouttabuck @911onabc @exhuastedpigeon @malewifediaz @your-catfish-friend @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @watchyourbuck @king-buckley @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @steadfastsaturnsrings @mangacat201 @theotherbuckley @hoodie-buck @eowon @rainbow-nerdss @nmcggg @pirrusstuff @evanbegins @giddyupbuck @sammysouffle @smilingbuckley @jamespearce9-1-1 @carrierofthepaperclips @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @thosetwofirefighters @monsterrae1 @princehattric

#first time writing bobby's pov and god it was so hard #I'm gonna need to do major edits so it actually is believably him #also I'm jumping between this and my secret fic which I'm writing smut for so its really weird going from #Bobby turns to take in a frazzled Eddie Diaz standing there hands flat on the top of the desk and hair looking like he’s been running a han #to #Eddie pulls Buck’s track pants down his dick springs free half hard & already leaking god Eddie loves how messy and wet his boyfriend gets. #9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #thewolvesof1998 writes #buddie fic #fic: they don’t know (your name is already mine) #911 #fuck it friday

[bidisasterevankinard]

Not even close to seven (well it's 700 words) sentences sunday

I was planning to work on different wips today but then I remembered i promised part two for my royal au (you rule my heart (I am your royal slave) ) for @mandzuking17 as it's their birthday on next sunday. so here is start of Buck's riding of the King in throne hall and it just feels for now tagged by @fortheloveofbuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz thank you <333(

“Are you ok, my love?” Buck puts his hands to massage broad shoulders he hates to see so tense. His royal lover tenses more for a second, before relaxing a little, letting him continue his movements. “Were your parents rude to you again, Your Majesty?”

His King nods and leans closer to him, melting in his hands and Buck sadly smiles, knowing too well how hard rude and painful words of ex-King and ex-Queen break his perfect beautiful and exceptional man every time. How Ramon and Helen make his fantastic and unearthly King, the real blessing sent in their life by best and caring gods, feel miserable and question his every decision. 

Buck can not let his beautiful soul, his one and only lover, even for a second more  think about what he heard this morning. Saddling big thighs that he use quite a lot as his own throne or pillow with quick, after five years of a lot of practise, movement that King looks at him astonishing, Buck smiles, putting his hand on perfect and sharp line of his King’s jaw, making him look at him with caring touch, using other hand to continue relaxing movement on Eddie’s shoulder.

“They know nothing about you, my love. Nothing. They just want you to feel bad for being better than them in everything they always made mistakes. In raising their child, in making him feel and believe that he was loved as they should have, for example. Because that is what you do, my sun. Our son feels loved and cared for because of you. You gave him all his love simply because he exists, and you make him feel it. Something that Ramon and Helen were not the best in. They made you believe you were not enough. But it is not true. You are enough for your people, your kingdom, which is now in its best because of you. It’s you who made our kingdom safe and rich as never before. And we only get better. You on this throne,” Buck knocks on the golden chair where Eddie is sitting, “only a quarter of your father’s time and you already made way more things for our people than he ever did.”

Buck hugs Eddie closer to his chest and connects their noses, taking little pause to brush it together to make his lover smile at him a little from this his action.

“How I said. You are enough for our son, our prince, who I am sure will be the perfect successor to the throne after you,” this makes Eddie nod with his proud smile he has when he thinks about their perfect son. 

“And you are enough for me, my love,” Buck makes eye contact with beautiful woods, which makes him think about the forest, where he met a young prince, who stole his heart within seconds of their meeting. He doesn’t break this connection of his blues with Eddie’s browns, not letting Eddie do it when he continues. “You are the best thing that happened to me in my entire life. You came into my life, the real prince on white horse, and saved me from people who never cared about me. You showed me that I can be myself and be loved and cared for. You care about me every day, even if I can be in my not my best mood or best behavior,” they both smirk on this last part. “You are the most smart and caring, kind and beautiful person I have ever met. You love me so fiercely and never make me feel unloved. You are my perfect King, my perfect lover. So please, no matter what Ramon and Helen said, do not let yourself think about it. It makes you unhappy and it makes me so agonizingly sad. My heart can not take to see you in such a mood,” Buck gets closer to Eddie’s lips. “Promise me to stop thinking about them right that moment please.”

“I promise, my heart, I promise.” 

Buck smiles in the kiss, which his King starts. As always, wild and demanding. Taking all that Buck can give and always eager to give to make sure his King, his Eddie - because he is the only one who is allowed to use this real name his King loves- takes and feels all Buck’s love. To make sure his lover is satisfied, because it’s Buck’s biggest present he can ever receive.    

tagging @wikiangela @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @exhuastedpigeon @elvensorceress @ebdaydreamer @eddiebabygirldiaz @evanbegins @rainbow-nerdss @rogerzsteven @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @transboybuckley @puppyboybuckley @pirrusstuff @underwater-ninja-13 @anakinfallen @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @devirnis @diazsdimples @giddyupbuck @heartshapedvows @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @honestlyeddie @hoodie-buck @housewifebuck @bigfootsmom @bekkachaos @buddierights @buckleydiaz @loserdiaz @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @nmcggg @steadfastsaturnsrings @useramor and anyone who wants

#it's Buck's pov but they still super in love and overuse pet names #part two of royal fic #should i call it: fun times on throne or royal ridings? #my wips #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #evan buck buckley #911 abc

[rosstrytobe]

People being surprise by Oliver saying we were in Buck pov when What a man started to play while seeing Eddie like...

I always knew we were in Buck pov and that was he's bi awakening 😎

#oliver stark #interview #what a time to be alive #buddie #buddie endgame #911 abc #buck pov #pov evan buckley #what a man #i mean #eddie is hot #eddie diaz #bi awakening

[sunshinediaz]

wip wednesday 🫧

hi <3 i was tagged by @giddyupbuck, @fortheloveofbuddie, @wikiangela, and @daffi-990 mwah thank you all so much!

i've been working on the heart attack fic, so have a little something sweet before it all goes sour

Eventually, Eddie and Albert return from their search. Albert sidles up next to Buck and grabs hold of the hose, offering support, while Eddie jerks hard on Buck’s turnout to spin him around. Buck notices he’s not wearing his oxygen mask or air tank and immediately starts fussing.  Eddie accepts Buck’s fretting with a dirty, crooked smile. “Gave my tank to one of the victims,” he says. “I’m going to triage for some oxygen.”  Buck’s chest tightens and he squeezes Eddie’s shoulder. “You okay?” he asks, a half yell. Their radios aren’t needed; they’re close enough to read one another’s lips.   “Yeah,” Eddie answers, frowning. Buck can see his tight lips and pinched forehead, a crinkle in the middle of his brow, and it’s equal parts endearing and worrisome. “Just—can’t take a deep breath. Air’s hot.”  “Are you—” “Just out of air,” Eddie interrupts, smiling softly. He tugs on Buck’s turnout again, something he must’ve picked up from Chris, and Buck steps impossibly closer, knees knocking into Eddie’s. “I’m okay.”  Buck nods, as placated as he’s going to be. “Be careful.” He squeezes Eddie’s shoulder once again before dropping his hand. “Follow the hose.”  “I will.” Eddie’s smile grows, crooked and bright. He fists Buck’s turnout and pulls him close, butting his forehead against the visor of Buck’s mask like an affectionate dog. “See you out there, cowboy.”  Dazed, a little mesmerized and a lot in love, Buck watches Eddie follow the hose carefully, quickly, until his figure’s concealed by smoke and he alerts over the radio he’s made it outside. He shakes his head, clears the warm fuzzy feeling Eddie always seems to cultivate when he’s sweet, and gets back to work.  Albert nudges his shoulder. “What was that about?”  Buck grins, cheeks hot. “I’ll tell you when you’re older,” he replies, chuckling at Albert and Hen’s twin bark of laughter.

no pressure tagging @eddiebabygirldiaz, @eddiediaztho, @callmenewbie, @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @disasterbuckdiaz, @rogerzsteven, @thewolvesof1998, @folk-fae, @hippolotamus, @loserdiaz, @honestlydarkprincess, @made-ofmemories, and @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and anybody else!!

#if i put some work into this fic i might have it finished in a week #because it's kind of heavy? but also. buck gets to be mean and angry and i really REALLY like that so who knows #might even finish it by saturday but don't get your hopes up i am sore and achy and doing my best not to fall asleep right now #in other news it has a happy ending #and ALSO this is my first time writing from buck's pov???? he's different than eddie but not uncomfortable so we're on the right track #also ALSO i get to write chim and hen being a big brother and sister to buck and eddie and that's fun like why don't we take advantage more #something something eddie's the oldest child and grandchild so he's never been a younger brother but he is with hen and chim #they love him a lot :') #i'm gonna make myself mushy ugh #tag games

[lover-of-mine]

seven(ish) sentence sunday!

I was tagged by @cowboy-buck @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wikiangela @watchyourbuck thank you!!!!!

Imma be honest I didn't do a lot of writing this weekend oskasokaoskas but here's more of the wayf fic because I love this fic so much and I'm always thinking about it. prev snippet here.

Eddie was touchy. That was not new information. Not exactly at least. Buck was used to a squeeze on his shoulder, a hand on his back, a thigh pressed into his, their shoulders brushing when they walked too close to each other, knees bumping together. But this was more than what he knew what to do with. He wasn't sure Eddie actually stopped touching him since they left the room. His hand was around his wrist, their fingers were laced together, his arm was around his waist or draped over his shoulders, he would hook their ankles under the table, he would wrap their pinkies together.  Not that Buck minded. He was getting a bit drunk on it though.

imma tag @bucks118 and @housewifebuck because it feels weird not to tag them by now oskaoskasokaosk

#writing #911 wip #buddie wip #wayf fic #the not writing part is lie #i didn't write anything i plan on posting oskaoskaoskaoskaoskaoks #i got caught up on the concept of the fic #and the whole they sleep together and have whole vacation acting like a couple and then eddie panics and buck slowly loses his mind #and i was like i need to get into eddies mindspace for a while #or else it wont make sense #like i need to know what eddie was thinking in the beginning there #and i did not plan on having eddies pov in this fic #but then i ended up with i dont know 1k something about their first time from eddies pov #it was very enlighting about their dynamic and it made me realize i need to make present eddie less complacent with what buck is saying #and that this is very much an eddie retreated to safety and buck jumped to worst case scenario #and the plot of this just keeps getting more intricate but yeah #have this because we all know eddie would be touch as fuck if he was allowed to touch #yeah #anyway im going to turn off my computer because my chair feels very uncomfortable by now and i don't wanna make another set right now #and thats whats gonna happen if i stay here #goodbye #sorry for the ride you entered if you clicked see more lol #seven sentence sunday

[trippedandfell]

peace was never an option

5.7k | buddie | rated t | read on ao3

Buck closes his eyes and tries to think of something that isn’t the curve of Eddie’s smile. Like the fact that he’ll have to try and beg Ravi for his couch back. Or that he’ll have to figure out a place to store said couch. Or that there’s something honking insistently beside him in the Jeep, far too close for comfort.

Which - what?

Or: it’s a beautiful day in LA, and Buck is being harassed by a horrible goose.

#here she is!!! the goose fic and my first time writing buck's pov!! #911 fic #911 fox #911fic #buddie #myfic #i know for sure for sure there's typos in this sorry in advance i'm uploading it at work #anyways this is utterly ridiculous pls enjoy mwah <3

[suffarustuffaru]

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What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

MY BAD it has taken me a little while to get to every fic writer question ive been asked pfft but i appreciate all of them and theyre really fun to answer :o and alright ok common things—character psychology is a big thing in all of my work :o aa every time i write a characters pov i try to do at least some research into their personality, backstory, etc etc bc my writing is almost always like?? character study type things?? i Really like delving deep into how characters think!!! :o so a lot of my works are like. you Will hear almost every thought in their head HAH. ive been told i have a very recognizable writing style widndnd but i do try to switch up internal dialogue at least a little bit depending on the pov character. i dont know how effective i am at that but i try HAH plus i think its fun trying to capture how someone thinks in the same way that youd try to capture how they speak in their dialogue. i think the most obvious example is probably my recent reinhard stuff—i tried to sound more formal with him? even with little kid reinhard i wrote his internal dialogue kind of formally because i figured that Might be able to create that bit of Dissonance that reinhard has as a character, you know? hes uncanny.

and uh because i focus on internal dialogue a lot, by the nature of things i kind of Have To slap the unreliable narrator tag on the vast majority of my fics HAH but unreliable narrators are fun and i love playing with them!! and i think its realistic in the sense that even a character thats very fair and just and honest may still have the wrong information at times or have emotion cloud their judgment or be a little unreliable for those reasons. that and i tend to pick the mentally fucked characters (which is pretty easy with the rezero cast HAH) whenever i write Very detailed internal dialogue so!!! unreliable narration and spirals into madness it is!!! i just really like exploring like. the humanity behind each character and all their nuances <3 and i Love having to squint at internal dialogue and add that up with a characters thoughts and actions and figure out who this person Actually Truly Is Like?? its like a puzzle :o !!

as for themes. i went into this a lot in another fic writer ask thingy but Definitely like. when characters change as a result of shit hitting their fan and/or their own choices and now theyre Different from the person they used to be. they came back wrong so now what are they going to do? how are the people around them going to treat them now? how will they treat the people around them? i just really like going into like. identity crisis… and um…. suffering that triggers massive self searching bc. the character changed in some way in order to survive through it physically and/or mentally. like seeing characters change for the worse and seeing them either try to crawl their way out or they. keep going down. it can be hopeful or very tragic!!! (bc i love hurt/comfort and tragedy a lot ajdnd) and complicated relationships are a huge favorite of mine to tackle. fascinating multi-layered stuff that i want to study under a microscope!!! i like when multiple contradictions exist within a dynamic or like. a character and their journey. the complexity feels very real to me and i find it intriguing :o

i also love queer themes but due to um. some of the toxicity in this fandom i do hesitate to do stuff with that in this fandom but i DO love queer themes its just not in most of my work atm but thatll change eventually 👍 ill at least slip in a little bit every chance i get 👍👍 (i have exactly one fic with queer themes atm wjdnd)

motifs/random imagery i use a lot also!!!! mostly bc i find them cool and fun but. yes theyre there for a reason. in my first pride otto fic i used second person pov and avoided using his name at points to emphasize that hes 1. being dehumanized and 2. hes dehumanizing himself too as a result. i uhh have also used star related things for subaru a lot bc Of Course. butterflies and moths for emisuba things…. economics themed titles for my pride otto multichap…. bugs for general pride if things…. comparing the knights uniform to bird wings in my reinhard and heinkel fic… i like to describe outfits in general too (pride otto vs main ottos outfits, also felix not wearing blue in the 2 seconds of screentime he has in my pride if fics atm wkdndn) etc etc :o

#this is such a long response but wkdndnd hope this all made sense HAH #i almost decided to study psychology in college!!! atm i am not doing that but it is still a possibility i suppose. #i have no idea what im doing. but anyway!!! yes this is a good summary of the stuff i usually like writing pfft #i will like the skrunkliest characters im so sorry thats why i keep otto and heinkel posting KANDNDND #but it IS nice writing side character content if only bc ur one of the only people doing it in the fandom on ao3 so its almost kind of?? #free reign??? they dont have as much like. fanon tropey things bc theyre not as Big. u know?? so absolute freedom to go buck wild writing #fic for them wofndndnd #and im also so starved of content ill make it myself just so i dont starve 👍 #like its def a little less of an uphill battle to write uh for example. otto pov vs emilia pov. bc at least with otto pov i dont feel like #im fighting against loud fandom opinion + tappeis opinion. if that makes sense. #like i try to be as canon compliant as possible at all times but WHAT do i do with emilia is 14 yrsand 18 yrs and 100+ yrs at the same time. #sometimes i want tappei to shut up a bit HAH #i do hope to see more content for side characters tho fr 🙏🙏 otto fics where are u… #ask #and also rip if ur writing in depth content involving any rezero kids bc u have a 99% chance of having to wade through tappei being weird #about kids. cries.

[s0fter-sin]

finally figured out the reason it’s been difficult to get back into reading books after reading fic for so long is so many fantasy books are just self inserts and the mc has no personality beyond the bare minimum

#i dont want to imagine myself in the characters place #i didnt just spend 30 bucks for you to give me a long form imagine #i can do that by myself #i dont want a blank shell i want a character #like you read fics and they feel completely different depending on whos pov youre reading from #i think its why sp is still my favourite series despite it being ya #val is arrogant and selfish and she fucks up and doesnt get the boy she wants #her relationships constantly fail and theyre not the main point the plot always is #she has so many flaws and that helps serve the narrative #shes a character and im reading her experiencing things #not me vicariously experiencing things with the blandest possible reactions so i can pretend theyre my reactions #damn near every fantasy goes the same way #im new to this world/my powers and i need help/cant control them and the mysterious boy everyone tells me to stay away from and is super #mean to me has begrudgingly decided/is forced to help me and i discover hes only mean bc of tragic thing and he opens up to me #and the powers/world are never the point except that im secretly royalty and/or the chosen one that will end this war/battle without #really doing much #and i learn to master my powers by believing in myself and my emotions bc its 2023 and fem characters still have to fall into this trope #i want an interesting mc that drives the plot and is equal to the love interest #or better yet the love interest is so far in the background its only brought up in book 4 #lay some ground work for fucks sake theres no time limit this isnt a movie #heres hoping the bunch i bought the other day do that and get me back into it #or ill just re read the same four series ive been reading since i was 12 #and stick to fic as my main source of entertainment #it hasnt let me down so far #coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt

[scattered-winter]

and what if i wrote an inception-style coma dream from buck's pov. what then.

#im sorry i mean ANOTHER inception-style coma dream from buck's pov #but maybe i can lean into the inception style of it all even MORE. who can say. #winter speaks #im listening to the alternate unreleased versions of time....woag...music.....cinma...

[mayybirds]

Sometimes between posts I’ll forget TTVTL exists and one day I’ll suddenly remember and get emotional all over again. Like: omfgggg the Winterses all love each other SO FUCKING MUCH??? The RC survivors exist and came out the other side helping each other???

I just get blindsided by Emotions. These characters have me in a Chokehold /pos

fjdgh thank you!! It's sweet to know TtVtL is one of those things that comes back round to haunt people (in a good way haha) even when it's just chilling in the proverbial background. It brings me light to know that, especially being a slow updater these days, to know it goes not forgotten, just...sleeping in people's minds.

#also the love for the Winterses sustains me #i can't wait until they pop up as POV characters in the story and y'all presumably flip #10 bucks on the first Winters you hear from anyone? any guesses?? #asks #anonymous #Through the Valley to Life #yes it's clearing out my ask box time here we go

[babyboybuckley]

Not me wanting to write a fic from Chris' perspective after either buck or eddie volunteers to go fight wildfires to deal with my own childhood of a firefighter dad...

#hmmmm #ill never forget being in my family friends pool #bc our town was too close to a fire line #and getting the news that my dads unit was uncontactable #idk i just cant get back into a child headspace to write a fic #but i remember that war of everything will be fine #vs theres a strong chance your world is about to fall apart #in the mean time come inside and lets watch tv in the aircon and not talk about it #i wish we'd talked about it tbh #ANYWAY im feeling emotional bc i am very tired but i think this could be an interesting fic to put out there #the POV of watching eddie or buck be strong but you cant fool a 12 year old #and we know what our dad is up against #(for context my dad was a parks ranger and volunteered as a firefighter during aus bushfire season) #hes since left parks and is now a freelancer but hes alive and well and i love him #9 1 1 #911 tv show