It's your world, and I'm just livin' in it

she/her | INFJ|

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My Buddie Oneshots

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84929501

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84975736

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85077266

[thinkingaboutelephants]

Title: something new

Rating: G

Words: 3.4k

Summary: Ilya was horrified to see the bottom lip she’d gotten from Shane start to tremble just moments before she unleashed a wail and fat tears began falling down her round cheeks and onto the poofy tutu of her dress.

“She doesn’t recognize you,” Shane said as he cuddled her close.

Anya hadn’t either initially. But that only lasted for a second before she caught his scent and recognized his voice.

“Leylochka, it’s me, papa,” he said and approached them. If he could just hold her, she would know.

He got one hand under a thrashing little arm before her shrieks grew louder.

Or another fluffy duffy kid fic in which Ilya gets a buzzcut and ends up traumatizing their daughter and himself.

Part 4 of my something good series.

Inspired by this adorable art by the incredible @wingsseni

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Songs for Eddie + Buck

I have two songs in mind, well let’s be honest, I have a lot of songs that I want to write fics for that relate to Eddie + Buck. But first, I need y’all to LISTEN to those songs in order to see the vision, you get me 🤨? So I’m gonna list the first two songs and then I want yall to go listen to them then come back here and vote!

which song to write a fic to?

Into the Sun by BTS

Unsteady by X Ambassadors

Remaining time: 15 hours 26 minutes

[justchillandshipit]

I just want to highlight, that Eddie is telling Chim where something goes in Buck's house. That is all.

[dungeonsex2026]

last line tag/snippet saturday

tagged by @bustybuckley thank you sweets!!!

cheating because this is much longer than 1 line and also not technically the last line i wrote, but i’m trying to keep at least some parts of this fic close to the chest so it’s just gonna be snippet saturday instead 🤭 from the [redacted] angst fic yet again

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“Buck. Look at me?”

It takes a few moments. Eddie waits, heart thudding hard in his chest until Buck looks up. His eyes are bloodshot and hollow. The dark circles beneath them are more pronounced in this light, his lips chapped and cracked. There’s a faint tremor shaking through his entire body, and he looks so small. Eddie wants to burn the world down, starting with Bonnie and Earl’s property.

“You look different,” Buck observes.

Eddie tries to smile. It feels like it’s tearing his skin apart to do so. “Yeah. Sporting a lot more hair than I’m used to.”

Buck doesn’t say anything. He just looks at Eddie, quietly assessing, unreadable. Eventually some sort of emotion peeks through the vacant curtain behind his eyes, and his mouth twists with it as he looks away.

“If this is a dream can you just tell me. Please.”

Eddie’s chest aches, splinters of his heart lodging in his throat.

“It’s not a dream,” Eddie assures him in a rush. “I’m here Buck, you’re safe.”

“You don’t look like Eddie,” Buck argues.

“I know. But I am.”

Buck shakes his head and folds forward, bent double at the waist, hands fisting in his own matted hair. He rocks in place a little, his elbows pressing hard against his knees. Eddie resists the urge to touch him, nails digging crescent moons in his palms.

Buck mutters, “This is—this doesn’t make sense. I can’t—this doesn’t make sense.”

“I know,” Eddie says softly, swallowing the shards clogging up his throat. “I’ll answer any question you want to ask me Buck, but first I need to check you out. Okay?”

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no pressure tagging @gloomydiaz @bucksgreyhairs @hawkslonggoodbye @semperama @redrosydiaz @laracrofted + anyone who wants to share something!!

[serendipitouswasteland]

Yesterday I finished writing a fic that I've been writing since s6 of 9-1-1 ended. It feels kind of surreal, so I wanted to share that with everyone who loves Buddie as much as I do. <3

chapters: 29 word count: 119, 296 link: Cathartic Vulnerability of the Glass Closet The final chapter will be published by July 28. <3

[creativepromptsforwriting]

I do not write to be the greatest writer out there. I write because...

I LIKE it

someone else might LIKE it

it is FUN to do

I get those THOUGHTS out of my head

it's fun to look BACK on

have I mentioned it's FUN?

it's CATHARTIC

it's nice to see what I CAN DO

And also because I just like it.

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title ideas: WIP Chef Buck + Bodyguard Eddie

I just need y’all’s help and some feedback. Let me know which of these titles grabs your attention BUT also makes sense based on the snippet yall have read from my current WIP.

fic title for my current WIP?

A taste to die for

you’re safe with me

Voting ended onJul 12

[911-fic-a-day]

09/07/26 - Rec of the Day

like a river runs by @nymika-arts (Nymika on AO3)

Summary:

"You look exactly the same," Eddie says with tears in his eyes. "How is that even possible?"

"I don't know," Buck says, his thumb swiping across Eddie's knuckles. "I don't understand it." He may be the same, but looking at Eddie, Buck can see the years on him. His hair is a bit different, the creases by the corners of his eyes just a bit deeper. There's a new scar on his right hand that Buck hasn't seen before.

He'd know these hands blind, but it takes him a moment to notice it still. His fingers brush over it once, and then again before he actually looks down and sees the thin golden band wrapped around Eddie's ring finger. Then he just—stares at it, stupidly, for a second. Before Eddie pulls his hands back, and leaves Buck's hanging empty in the space between them.

"You're married," he says.

Main Themes:

Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Presumed Dead

Angst with a Happy Ending

Alternate Universe - Manifest (TV)

Completed

Thanks for the anonymous recommendation!

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how come it’s so freakin hard to come up with a title for a fic 😩😭😓

[tweetsongs]

get your hands (on me)

(buddie; 5.1k; eddie diaz wants his best friend to pick him up and maybe throw him around a little. he gets, perhaps, a little crazy about it.)

It starts, as so many things do, because Eddie is kind of hungry.

They just got off of a long call, the kind that leaves them soot-covered and sluggish, the kind that has the temerity to start right as they were about to sit down for dinner, meaning that Eddie knows that he's coming back to cold pasta. His turnouts are heavy, his boots (and socks) are soaked, and he's thinking about the aforementioned cold pasta, so Eddie would argue that he has every right to not be a ray of fucking sunshine in this moment.

Unlike, of course, his absolutely infuriating sunbeam of a best friend, who carried no less than five people out of smoldering cars and still somehow skips out of the engine like he just got back from rescuing a puppy. It pisses Eddie off, the same way that the smell of the engine and the dampness of his socks and the noise of the station and the world in general is pissing him off at the moment.

He grumbles as he sloughs into the showers, snaps at Ravi when he's a little too slow grabbing a towel, and stomps his way up the loft steps and onto the sofa. He can feel eyes on him, Hen and Chimney and Harry and Ravi all giving him a careful berth, and it pisses him off only slightly less than if they'd tried to strike up a conversation with him when he just wants to be left alone.

Which, of course, is why Buck walks out of the kitchen around that exact time, a bowl of steaming pasta in each hand.

He puts the plates on the dining table as he passes, grins at the others as they scramble for their seats, then catches Eddie's eye and raises an eyebrow. Eddie scowls.

"Eddie," he says.

"Buck."

(read the rest on ao3!)

[dudesrysly]

I think it would be so cute if on their first date, Buck gets to the restaurant sooner than Eddie and as he is sitting there, waiting for him, it suddenly hits him that holy shit I’m about to have a date with Eddie! My best friend, Eddie!

Eddie gets there not five minutes later, apologizing because the sitter came by late. But five minutes was enough for Buck to overthink everything and panic.

So the whole date, Eddie talks about their usual conversation, the team, Christopher’s new favorite game, discovering a new way to get Theo to eat his vegetables, etc. because to Eddie, nothing’s changed, really. They’re the same people, doing the same thing. They just decided to kiss sometimes too.

But for Buck it’s a huge difference. Because what if it doesn’t work? What if he screws up? What if they break up? Worse! What if they broke up and can’t even be in the same room together anymore? He has to prevent that, right?

So halfway through the date, he pulls out his phone, keeping it under the table, out of Eddie’s sight, and starts googling tips on how to act on the first date. He starts asking questions that sound way too basic for them. But at first, they’re casual enough that Eddie won’t suspect a thing. If you could eat one type of food for the rest of your life what would it be? Or would you switch lives with a celebrity for one day and if yes, who?

Things that Eddie has gotten used to by now. But it’s Buck’s fifth question that makes him arch a brow.

Do you have any fun hobbies or passions you like to spend your weekends on?

Buck immediately regrets it because of course he already knew the answer. He knew Eddie’s weekend schedule by heart. He was part of that schedule for god’s sake!

Eddie finally catches the phone on Buck’s lap and lets out a huff of laugh. More with affection than in mockery. He takes the phone from Buck and place it on the table, taking Buck’s hand instead, and placing a soft kiss on his knuckles.

He assures Buck that he doesn’t need to find an interesting topic to talk about because he’s already got so many interesting fun facts and stories.

Because they’re way past getting-to-know-you stage.

So Buck finally relaxes, locks his phone and spends the rest of the night listening to Eddie. They talk about the most boring things and at the end of the night, Buck realizes this is exactly how all their dates should go.

[whatdawnknows]

New sickfic! Pretty much just love and vomit. Not necessarily in that order.

Let it out

Rating: T

Words: 6,300

Tags: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Theo (9-1-1 TV), Pre-Relationship, Love Confessions, Sickfic, Vomiting, Fever, Sick Character, Sick Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sick Theo (but it’s brief), Buck takes care of Theo, Eddie Diaz Takes Care of Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Smidge of angst if you squint, Mentioned Theo (9-1-1 TV), Adorable Theo (9-1-1 TV), emetophobia warning 

Summary: This was not ideal. Whatever Theo had yesterday was hitting him hard- he was lightheaded, shaking with chills, and his stomach was still trying to fight its way out of him through his throat. And he didn’t have the luxury of lying on the couch all day; he had a completely healthy and extremely energetic four year old to take care of.

Buck tried to think. Theo had thrown up a few times, he’d had a low fever, but he’d mostly just been tired and worn out. Buck could handle this; he was probably through the worst of it already. He would just let Theo run around in the back yard, keep his meals easy, give him extra TV time, and crash as soon as the kid went to bed. This was just one of those things parents had to deal with from time to time. No problem. Great plan, go team.

OR: Buck powers through a stomach bug until he can’t. Then he calls Eddie.

Read on ao3

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Snippet Chef Buck + Bodyguard Eddie

Here’s a snippet of my WIP . I’m still not sure what the word count will be yet. If you want to be tagged in this, comment below and I’ll be sure to tag you for the next snippet. Updates for the full story TBD! ***************************************

Pretty much his entire staff knew of this customer who has become his ‘biggest fan’. A few weeks ago, while he was out in the dining room mingling with a few of his regular diners and introducing himself to some newcomers,a man who was dressed to the nines had come into his restaurant by himself and sat at one of the smaller dining tables. 

It wasn’t unusual that he had people come into his restaurant solo to dine for lunch or dinner, so he didn’t think much of it. 

Making his way to introduce himself to the man, the man didn’t take his eyes off of Buck not once, which gave him a chill down his spine.

Is he a secret food critic to come and scrutinize my restaurant? 

“Good afternoon sir, welcome to House 118. I’m Chef Buck, thank you for dining with us today. What will you be having for today?” Buck began as he introduced himself to the impeccably dressed man. 

The man stared back at him with a look that he couldn’t really decipher. There was no smile, just an unreadable expression. 

With a nod of his head in greeting, the man simply said, “Good afternoon, Evan. I’ll have dish Number 6 on your secret menu. Thank you.” 

Buck widened his eyes in shock at the mention of his first name and the dish that the man just ordered.

Not many people knew of his secret menu as it was an exclusive dining experience with his most indulgent recipes and they are the most expensive to boot. In order to receive information on his secret menu, you have to reserve your spot on the website, in addition to paying an annual $5,000 non-refundable fee. The dish that the man was referring to was his most expensive dish on his secret menu; premium Bluefin Tuna that he imported from Japan that ranges from $200-$400 per pound. 

He must be one of my exclusive members.

He doesn’t have many exclusive members, based on his website analytics, he has about 5 exclusive members that are signed up. The last exclusive member that came in was eight months ago and she was the CEO of some fashion company and he learned her name was Antoninette. She was extremely well-dressed, a tall woman at six feet,with gorgeous, long brunette hair. Her smile lit up the room and she was kind to everyone on his staff. From what he could remember, she ordered Number 3 on his secret menu, which included Wagyu. His exclusive members didn’t come into the restaurant often, so when one of them did come in, it was a shocking and rare occurrence.

Once he recovered from the initial shock, he addressed the man. 

“Of course, sir. May I ask who I’ll be serving today?” Buck asked the man with a warm smile.

The man didn’t return his smile, but there was something in his eyes that left Buck off-kilter as he replied, “Julian. You can call me Julian.” 

Without his smile dropping, he nodded his acknowledgement towards the man and replied, “Hi Julian, I’ll prepare your meal for you. I will have Anthony come over to get you a beverage and some light appetizers to start.” 

Julian again didn’t say much as he simply nodded and turned his attention to the phone he pulled out of his breast pocket of his 3-piece tailored suit. 

Interesting. A man of few words I see.

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What rings would Eddie + Buck wear?

silicone rings (due to the nature of their jobs)

traditional wedding bands

Voting ended onJul 8

[weirdkidshere]

Okay but are we gonna talk about Harry on the ground with a gun his hand. Pointed at a white man. Are we gonna talk about Buck shouting "don't shoot don't shoot he's with me, the guy with the gun is with me" and running to cover Harry with his body just in case. Are we gonna talk about Harry dropping the gun and putting his hands behind his head immediately, even though SWAT was still on the other end of the hallway and the shooter was right next to him. Are we gonna talk about little Harry in the back of his dad's car, waking up to a gun pointed at him. Are we gonna talk about that.

[sassay-fox]

Kiss in the Rain | Buddie Random Scene Drabble

Oliver wants a rain kiss and well, I was reminded of this random orphan scene in my documents. It's messy and has no home but has been sitting and waiting for months to see the light of day so standalone drabble it is.

Buck storms out of the Diaz residence into the pouring rain, Eddie chasing after him. "Buck! Buck, wait." "Fuck off Eddie. I don't want to hear it." "It's pouring. Come back inside so we can talk." Buck stops and spins abruptly, "Talk about what? You've clearly already made your decision. I'm tired of having to fight all the time to keep people in my life when no one ever fights to keep me in theirs. I'm sick of never being chosen." "Buck, you know that's not true." "It is though Eddie. Everytime I fall," Buck cuts off his sentence and looks wide eyed at Eddie who is staring back at him. "Everytime you what?" Eddie asks, heart pounding as rain falls on them, plastering hair and clothes. Buck shakes his head, "Eddie, please don't make me say it." "Please Buck," Eddie pleads, shuffling slightly closer, reaching out a hand. Buck's eyes flit between Eddie's out-stretched hand and imploring face, as he otherwise remains stock still. Eddie's fingers brush against Buck's jaw, the sudden touch brings Buck back to reality and he inhales and steps back, readying himself to turn and flee. His escape is thwarted as Eddie correctly reads his body language and grabs his bicep and spins him back and before Buck can even register the motion, Eddie has cupped his face bringing their lips together in a wet and messy kiss.