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[moonlightbuckleys]

for the sentence meme, any 911 ship but prob buddie lol: "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

"It's not like we were talking about having sex—" Buck protests, hands flying into the air, "it was a perfectly innocent conversation, Chim!" Eddie does a very poor job of covering a snort with a cough and Buck turns his glare on him. Chim points a finger at him, gum snapping obnoxiously, "anniversary plans are a slippery slope to sex plans, Buckley, and I won't be having any of that under my roof." "Technically the roof belongs to the city of Los Angeles—as does the entire firehouse." "Not the point—and don't think I'm letting you off the hook for this one either, Diaz."

(send me a paring + sentence & I’ll write the next five)

[ash818]

I wonder if the normal reaction to reading your fic is wedding planning in my head. Like. Imagine how lovely Tish would look as maid of honor. How wide Jonny will smile when Tish floats down the aisle. If the trim from jonny's green leather jacket is woven into Tish's dress. Oh my heart Ash.

Abby:

You mean Tish as maybe my maid of honor someday? That could work, if she wears a high neckline and a shade of pink that clashes with her hair. (I kid, I kid!)

But if you mean Tish at her own wedding, presumably to Jonny, first you’ll have to convince them to actually do the thing. They don’t seem to be in any hurry.

[moonlightbuckleys]

what is your favorite weather. what is your favorite color of car. what's your drink order. favorite thing to get at a restaurant. favorite ice cream flavor. favorite bug

please ignore that it has been like a week since you sent this i have been meaning to respond but life simply too fucking busy 😭

ideal weather to me is like, high 60s to mid 70s fahrenheit, partly cloudy but soft clouds with the sun peaking through and a gentle breeze in the air. you could wear a light jacket but you don't really need one aside from maybe after the sun goes down.

putting the rest under the cut bc i gott a littleeee rambley

i am simply so much Not a car person that i dont know that i have a favorite color of car? my current car is white because it was that or an all black car which really suck with the heat we get in the summer. i think if i could pick a color it'd be like a blue of some kind. my family had a light blue minivan growing up and i have fond associations with that car and the first car that was "mine" (hand me down from my older brother) was a cerulean blue color that i quite liked. and of course my favorite color is purple so like i definitely would enjoy a purple car but like. those are less common.

as far as drink order i think root beer or shirley temple are like my top two orders but if those arent options either like a sprite or lemonade are my go tos. i also love cream soda but thats even less common.

i am going to be super fucking specific and say the (gluten free!) pesto pasta dish that i got at an italian restaurant in new york when i was there two years ago because i have yearned for it ever since. otherwise its pretty dependent on the restaurant and their options but like if french fries (or similar fried potato foods) are an option i will almost certainly get that with whatever else im getting.

if they started making a gluten free cookies and cream ice cream i would be such a happy person. like yeah technically i can make it myself but thats so much workkk. also when we go to dinner at my grandmothers the restaurant in her senior living community has hershey's roadrunner raspberry ice cream which is fucking divine. and also doesnt seem to be sold at grocery stores :(

is it cliche if i say butterfly? it is butterfly. i am unfortunately not very big on bugs but i do love a butterfly. i also really respect bees though i dont necessarily want them like. super near to my body physically. moths are also pretty cool but like god they have got to get a sense of self preservation. stop flying into my house to hover around the ceiling lights or occasional table or standing lamp, they will not give you what you need.

ty for the questions bestie!!! sorry i really did get rambley but i am also pretty tired and i really should go to bed now

[moonlightbuckleys]

For the sentence prompt! Buddie, “Why do you have a baby?”

Twin pairs of brown eyes meet Buck's and his heart skips a beat in his chest—the baby situated on Eddie's lap can't be older than a year—he tries to do the math in his head but—there's no way— "Buck—" Eddie's lips curl into a toothy grin, cutting through Buck's thought spiral with ease, "meet Bella." The baby—Bella—blinks up at Buck and he can't help but mimic her, gaze flickering between her and Eddie. Eddie laughs—no doubt at the dumb expression undoubtedly plastered across Buck's face, "Liliana decided to surprise Tia Pepa with an impromptu visit. I offered to watch Bella so they could go out for lunch to catch up."

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[moonlightbuckleys]

I have to ask, are ypu reading Absolute wonder woman??? It's incredible and im obsessed. Diana but raised in hell by Circe is one of the best concepts I've ever seen and its so good

Like look how SICK she is. Please give it ago! Zanata is there too!

absolute wonder woman fucks SO hard i have... started reading it, and then in the fashion that i tend to read comics i kinda fell out of it for no reason. i have comic object permanence issues asjlkgdka. like i have fully INTENDED to pick it back up but i still havent 😭

ive started doing a reread of the pjo series which is taking up my non fic related reading time rn but i really reallly should at least squeeze in one or two issues here and there

also hiiii its been so long since we've talked i hope ur doing well!!!

[moonlightbuckleys]

enters your inbox loudly. bombshells dinah. leaves even louder

oh you know it!!! you FUCKING KNOW IT!!!

[slams reblog button so hard i accidentally send it into a different dimension]

[moonlightbuckleys]

I'll lay right here, I won't go anywhere + Buckley siblings

well this one also kinda ran away from me but uh, hope you like it!

post 6x11, buckley siblings, 839 words

Buck has a nightmare the first night back from this hospital. He wakes with a start, his sweat drenched t-shirt sticking to his skin like an all too uncomfortable second skin and there’s a horrible itch in the back of his throat that feels a little too much like choking.

He shoves off the blankets, stumbling his way out of bed and towards the stairs, he makes it about halfway down them before realizing there is a dim light on in his kitchen, it’s another few steps before he notices the person sat at his counter.

“Maddie?”

She doesn’t startle—though he supposes he wasn’t exactly trying to be quiet coming down the stairs—setting the mug in her hands down carefully on the counter and looking over at him.

Her expression melts when she sees him and she’s standing up and moving towards the stairs.

“What are you still doing here?”

She stops right in front of the stairs, cocking her head as she studies him—he has no doubt from the look on his face that he must look as bad as he feels.

“I was worried about you,” she says, her hand twitches out towards him, but she seems to stop herself, “I know you wanted your space and you didn’t want any of us smothering you and that’s why you turned down the offers to stay at mine and Chimney’s or Bobby and Athena’s or Eddie’s. But I was worried about you—worried for you, and I didn’t want you to be alone—at least not for this first night. I love you, and I wanted you to know someone is here for you.”

Buck blinks once—trying to fight back the tears threatening the corners of his eyes—and then tips forward slightly towards Maddie—her arms wrap around him instinctively and he sinks into her embrace.

“Hey,” Maddie says softly, her hands soothingly rubbing at his back, “easy, I got you, I’m here.”

He lets himself just be held by her,ignoring the slight awkwardness of having to hunch down to tuck into her arms and the way his sweat drenched clothes are surely seeping into Maddie’s, she holds him despite all this, hands never pausing in their gentle administrations.

Eventually the burn at the back of his throat gets too much and he pulls back slightly, she lets her grip loosen and a hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“What do you need?”

“Water?”

She nods, guiding him towards the kitchen, her touch only leaving once he’s settled onto one of the stools, moving to grab him a glass and water from the fridge.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Buck shakes his head, raising the glass placed in front of him to his lips and gulping down the water in a way that would probably be a little embarrassing if the everything of this situation didn’t put him past the embarrassing point.

He doesn’t really care, and he’s pretty sure Maddie doesn’t either.

“Thank you,” he says, once he stops feeling like clawing his throat out and sets the glass back down, “for staying.”

She smiles at him, the soft, warm smile he thinks might be reserved as her Buck smile.

“Are you—are you able to—could you—is Jee okay? Without you tonight?”

“She’s fine, she has her dad,” Maddie says, reaching out to run her fingers through his hair, “I’m pretty sure the two of them stayed up a little past her bedtime and ended up crashing together on the couch watching a Barbie movie. She’s not the kid I’m worried about tonight.”

He relaxes slightly under her touch, letting his eyes slip closed for a moment.

“C’mon,” she moves back around the counter to help him from the stool, “let’s get you back upstairs, into a clean shirt and back to bed, yeah?”

He lets her guide her back upstairs, she deposits him gently on his bed and then grabs a clean shirt from the still unfolded laundry basket sat by the foot of his bed.

“You’ll stay?” Buck asks again, once he’s changed into the clean shirt and lied back on the bed.

She smiles at him again, “scoot over, I’ll lay right here, I won’t go anywhere.”

He obliges, moving to give her plenty of room and a few of the spare pillows.

She props herself up next to him, half lying half sitting against the headboard, and arm reaching over his head, he settles into her a little and her other hand drops to his hair, fingers gently carding through his curls.

It’s nearly a perfect echo of years past when Buck was younger and would sneak into Maddie’s room after a nightmare.

“You used to sing to me when I had nightmares,” he says, voice hushed.

“You want me to sing to you now?”

There’s no judgement in her tone, and Buck feels a little overwhelmed with love for her. He nods into her shoulder.

He falls asleep to the gentle sound of her voice and comfortingly familiar lyrics of rainbow connection.

[moonlightbuckleys]

STAY SAFE FOR A PAIRING OF YOUR CHOICE ?? MAYHAPS ???????

“The radios won’t last us much longer, so just—stay safe out there, Buckley.”

The radio crackles back almost immediately, “don’t I always?”

Eddie shakes his head, glad that no one is around to see the embarrassingly fond smile on his face, “I’m serious, be careful, it feels worse today.”

“Aye, aye, boss.”

Eddie can picture the ridiculous little salute he’s sure Buck is doing wherever he is, and his heart aches a little that he can’t be out there with him.

The feeling gets all the worse when his brain reminds him that if something does go wrong, he probably won’t know until hours afterwards, when it would be far too late for him to do anything.

“Hey Buck?”

It’s a shot in the dark, the estimates on the radio signals have them pushing the boundaries.

It’s a long minute before the radio crackles again, and Eddie can’t help the sigh of relief when it does.

“Yeah, Eds?”

His words are riddled with static and the moment of relief is sucked away.

“Just—come back in one piece, alright? For—for Chris, and—for me.”

The response comes back in static and crackles, and Eddie’s heart sinks when the radio cuts out completely.

CONCERN FOR OTHERS PROMPTS