buddies-diaz

Em| She/They| 20s| Lover of all things fictional

[buddies-diaz]

Welcome!

About Me:

My name is Em (she/they)

I'm 24

Somewhere on the Aro/Ace spectrum

Lover of all things fictional

morguna-potts -> buddies-diaz

Content/Ships

Top Fandom(s) ATM:

9-1-1/Buddie

Other Fandoms:

The Pitt/Kingdon

Marvel

Stranger Things

IT

Glee

Grey's Anatomy

Criminal Minds

Adults

Heated Rivalry

I'm so glad you're here 💕

[tweetsongs]

"i don't know if i can do this."

hen tilts her head at him, putting down the child-sized slide in his backyard. "a bit late for that, buckaroo," she says. "you can't return a kid the same way you can return backyard toys."

buck looks at her with a kind of wild look in his eyes, a sort of how the hell did i get myself into this that makes hen's heart twinge, just a little.

"no, i--" he hesitates, looking around. the backyard, with the weights taken off to the side, replaced with an inflatable pool and a swing set and all manner of children's toys. "i mean, i just-- it feels unfair, that it's me."

hen leans her hip on the fence, watching him. there's a sort of frantic energy to him that has clung to the edges of his eyes ever since the hospital, the elevator, his pants soaked in eddie's blood as he held his hand. or maybe before that, when hen had shaken her head at eddie over a set of crumpled bodies and then followed his gaze to buck's hands wrapped around a small figure, holding him like he doesn't know what else to do.

"it's unfair that it's not them," hen acknowledges. "but they mentioned you in their will, didn't they? they trusted you."

buck snorts. "yeah," he says, then, in a lower voice-- "if i had a nickel for every time..." hen, wisely, decides not to pursue that. "but they weren't actually gonna let me-- if it weren't for the fact that there was nobody else--"

"but there was nobody else," hen interrupts him, because she can see the spiral beginning in his throat. "so it's you."

"how did you and karen know?" buck asks her. "that you could-- that you were ready?"

hen thinks about her baby, her babies, both the ones that are with her now and the ones that aren't. the long nights, the research, the talks that ended in tears or furious whispers or distances that felt too far to breach, sometimes. sometimes she looks at denny and thinks about what a miracle it is that he's here. sometimes she looks at mara and wonders at her own selfishness, for being so glad to have her, even though it meant so much suffering had to happen.

she looks at buck, and says: "we didn't. we decided that we wanted to build this life, that's all. the ready part comes afterwards."

buck absorbs that, and she can see the little furrow of his brows that means that he's carving her words onto his heart. he comes over next to her, leaning on the fence close, shoes knocking together. he leans his curls on her shoulder, shuffling down to fit. she lets him, because he was once this lanky kid who watched her put an iv in like she was pure magic, and the awe has never quite left his eyes when he looks at her.

"i feel like-- i was ready to let go, you know?" he murmurs, voice soft between them. "like you said: donor, not dad."

hen nods, cheek brushing against his curls. she remembers that conversation, the satisfaction of being able to focus on his problems, to provide a solution that she didn't have in her life, back then. she should've known that life would turn out far stranger and more complicated than her pithy phrase.

"and now you might be both," she finishes his thought.

a long exhale. "and now i might be both."

when harry had called buck theo's dad, hen had been the only one to correct him-- his biological father. she had remembered that conversation, then. how hesitant buck had been. her own reservations.

"do you want to be both?" she asks, because that part is important, too.

"yes-- no--" buck shakes his head. "i don't know."

hen thinks about buck bringing theo down from the electrical tower. he'd been charmed by theo, but only in the same way all of them were, only in the easy way buck connected to any kid on a call. it wasn't an instant connection or a biological imperative, just buck being buck, empathizing with a kid a little too hard, loving a little too easily.

love, for hen, has always been series of choices. sometimes easy, sometimes difficult. it's the nature of existing the way she does, in the world that she has to navigate. she's had years to come to terms with it. buck doesn't quite have that kind of time.

"that's okay," she says, still. "you don't have to know right now. this isn't-- it doesn't have to be permanent."

"i don't want to make the wrong choice," buck says, quietly. "i don't want him to ever-- feel like i did. unchosen."

hen nudges him with her elbow, making him wiggle a little. "you won't," she says, confident. "you know why?"

buck raises his head a little to look at her, all little-kid curiosity. she smiles.

"because there's only one thing you have to do to not mess this up," she says. "and you're there already."

buck blinks at her. "doing all the paperwork properly?"

hen laughs. shoves him a little, looks over all the things that buck has prepared for a little boy he'd been ready to let go of, if that's what he needed.

"no," she says. "just love him anyways."

[fagmundo]

a series of unfortunate events answers at rescueverse nashville

[fagmundo]

eight years of buckandeddie (x.)

[fastcardotmp3]

new-parent buck exhausted and at the end of his rope, slumped on the couch with a sippy cup tilting out of one hand and neck craned back as he snores loudly in the broad daylight, the sound of laughter and singing echoing from down the hall to the cracked-open bathroom door where his big sister helps a little buckling get cleaned up and when buck wakes with a start, frantically looking around because he really didn't mean to pass out, it's to the sound of theo's voice jovially declaring, "you're the best, aunt maddie," and buck just has to exhale and close his eyes and think tell me about it, kid

[rhodeys]

meet evan buckley: firefighter to all, good friend to most, real estate saboteur to one unfortunate fella

[finnslay]

happy pride month to Hen and Karen Wilson

[diazly]

9-1-1 SEXY MOMENT SERIES ➨ chimney han & maddie buckley in s3e13

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

#Gavin Cracking Them Both Up Has Got Me In Stitches

[gayeddies]

2025 -> 2026

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[dailyevanbuckley]

[tsoanatural]

i'm noticing a pattern

inspired by this post by @stationoneeighteen

[911onabcbts]

Kenny and Aisha yesterday.

[911onabcbts]

First look at Aisha today via her story.

[911onabcbts]

Kenny and Aisha at their panel.

@/heatherelf77

[eddiesmedbag]

yeah, yeah, eddietheo opening emergency would be great, but i think buck, eddie, chris, and theo should all be out together when an emergency happens. maybe eddie is taking theo to the bathroom, and they get separated from buck and chris. we would get eddie taking care of theo while trying to get them out of the situation, and buck and chris working together as they looked for eddie and theo

[eddiesmedbag]

imagine the 'there's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you' parallels! for both of them!!!!!!! it'd be so good

[eddiesmedbag]

ooooh or a 9x12 parallel

buck: i was scared, but i knew he was with you. i knew you'd fight like hell to make sure you both made it home