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speedane · 5 months
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dog name reveal!!! At least one of them...
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tadashisprout · 11 months
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my bf just read all of my old writes on here gonna go kay em es now 😛
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chronicowboy · 1 year
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buck suddenly hanging out with all the kids of the 118 except christopher because he can be fun uncle buck who spends the day with them and goes home at night but he can't be legal guardian buck who is so close to his fantasy and yet so far too
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donationwayne · 19 days
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Feelin Good (Could be Better) Chapter One
Hello, I have posted the first chapter of my first ever chapter fic which I am super stoked about!!! This is is already completed so I will be posting chapters completely randomly because I am a chaos demon. (fic is about 24.5k total!)
You can read the first chapter of my fic over on AO3 right here
Summary
The Buckley parents come to town, turning Buck's already shaky mental status from precarious to worse. Despite avoiding a dreaded dinner at all costs, Buck consents to join Maddie, Chimney, and his parents for dinner. Buck is super fine thanks for asking, he'll just bake about it. And think about kissing Eddie, obviously. Secrets are revealed, leaving the 118 reeling.
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“No, I don’t think I’m cut out to be a parent.” Buck answers instead, truthfully. Hen sends him a strange look. There is an odd, almost hesitant lilt to her tone that Buck can't dissect. “And why not?” Buck shakes his head. “I doubt it's in the cards.” He tries to be flippant so he can play it off as one of his usual perpetually single self-deprecating jokes. Chim frowns, all trace of teasing gone, when he sees how uncharacteristically serious Buck’s own expression is despite the attempt at humor. “And just why do you think you’d be a bad father? You’re great with Chris and Jee.” What Buck doesn’t say is that he could never commit himself to the possibility of becoming either of his parents. Sometimes he still tastes the blood in his mouth from a split lip or a bloody nose. It would never be worth the risk. “Yeah, it sort of surprises me,” Hen admits. “I always figured you would settle down and have a herd of little Buckley’s, even if you just adopted. You always get so wistful when you’re babysitting.” Buck simply shrugs because he fears his voice might crack. This conversation felt a little too vulnerable, especially for a lighthearted trip to the park after a late lunch on their day off. It wasn’t a discussion he was prepared to have right now—especially without delving into the dirty details of his childhood. Eddie, who was apparently listening in from his post by the slide, is staring at him as though he’s trying to put together a complicated puzzle, and the answer is written somewhere in Buck's eyes. He looks shell-shocked and a bit like Buck had open hand slapped him across the face by informing them he never intended to become a father.
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soyhasmcaamp · 26 days
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I can't find the post again but yeah here are the jees
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Val is supper blurry but oh well
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ssreeder · 6 months
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Petition to let jeeto smooch before you snatch them away <3 😚😚😚
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neverevan · 6 months
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currently rewatching 4x04 and I wanna throw myself off of a cliff... right after I threw the Buckley parents off of it
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bibuddie · 1 year
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me knowing we’re coming to collect our madney proposal in 6x18 and getting myself mentally ready to see jee in a tiny bridesmaids dress in s7 when she’s madney’s flower girl 😖😭💔
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loserdiaz · 7 months
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i just wanted to do a lil cute madney doodle but chimney is so hard to draw im gonna cry
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HE LOOKS SO WEIRD
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bbyboytommy · 2 days
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You know the thing that bothers me on Maddie’s part during the PPD storyline isn’t that she left, like I fully get why she did and she was right to leave and get her head sorted when she knew Jee would be in good hands with the 118 and Albert and all
But the fact that she didn’t tell Chim anything about Jee’s bathtub incident urks me-
First of all if something happens where you have to take your kid to the ER, you should alert any other primary caregivers regardless, but also, while the doctor did clear Jee, she also tells Maddie to monitor her for the next couple days, and Maddie leaves within 24 hrs of that, so Chim should have been told so he could be alert to any issues Jee might have
Now don’t get me wrong I don’t doubt that Chim would rush her to the ER immediately if something was wrong, but a) some early symptoms might not be complete red flags (babies get sick and fussy a lot) and b) he wouldn’t know all of the information that paramedics and doctors might need, or even he himself might need since he is a trained paramedic and would be likely to do anything within his ability to help her if needed
I applaud her for going to get help when she thought her illness might endanger her child, but I definitely do not applaud the way she went about it and kept so many secrets.
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speedane · 1 month
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One minute flat trailer?? Time to clown on him for his misfortunes again /lh
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(He deserves better than this smh)
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chronicowboy · 1 year
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Buck loves kids. He's always loved kids. Well, apart from ages eleven through fourteen, but in his defence, middle school kids are quite literally evil. Like spawn of satan evil.
Apart from Christopher. He's an angel.
But the point is, Buck's always loved kids. Its why he always volunteers to free little girls from claw machines or bundle little boys up in his turnouts.
He loves kids. He loves talking space with Denny, and pretending to know video games with Harry, and having very serious conversations with Jee.
He loves kids. Never thought he could have them when he was younger, assumed he'd be fun uncle Buck forever. He loves kids. Wants them more than anything, maybe more than a partner. He loves kids. That's why he—
Fuck.
"Hey," Eddie leans against his locker, back in his street clothes, unbearably soft in the morning light. "Chris is getting all antsy about his dance on Friday, could use a hand helping him calm down long enough to try his suit on?"
He raises a hopeful eyebrow, but all Buck can see is the memory playing in Eddie's eyes. The memory of Buck, teary-eyed and half-drunk, a week after his parents left the state, telling Eddie he'd never been to a school dance because he was always grounded. That he'd only ever made it to prom because he'd asked the daughter of one of his dad's colleagues and he wouldn't let Buck stand her up.
"Sorry, man." He smiles, he wonders how long both of them can keep pretending its not a grimace. "Looking after Jee whilst Maddie and Chim go house hunting."
"Oh." Eddie blinks, the corners of his mouth twitching up. "You could always bring her along. She might be a good distraction for Chris, and you know—"
"No." Buck clears his throat, looks very hard into his locker for the hoodie he knows he already packed into his duffel. "I mean, I just hardly get any time with her, you know? So, I just kind of want to..."
"Oh, yeah, sure. 'Course, man." Eddie doesn't bother with a grimacing smile, just lets the furrow crease his brows. "Gotta keep up the title of best uncle, right?"
"Please." Buck scoffs. "Can she say Albert's name?"
"Right." Eddie nods with pursed lips. "Definitely doesn't have anything to do with easier phonetics and half the amount of syllables."
"Wow. I thought you were supposed to be on my side."
And, see, he means it as a joke. The whole conversation is a joke, really. Like Buck desperately doesn't want his niece and his— His Christopher to coexist in the same space, in the warm embrace of the Diaz house, home. But he can't, he just can't.
Still, its a joke. Only Eddie must be done with his jokes because he steps in closer, lays a gentle hand on his bicep and ducks his head until Buck has to meet his eyes. Like the tsunami.
Like the start of it all.
"I'm always on your side, Buck." He murmurs, more of a breath than anything. A confession that makes Buck a little dizzy. And then, Eddie's patting his arm and sweeping out of the locker room just as Hen and Chim come in.
"We'll drop Jee off at eleven, Buckaroo?" Chim says.
"Yeah. Sounds good."
Two days after Jee-Yun gives him the best workout of his life, he shoots a text to Hen asking if she wants to take Denny to the Renaissance Fair which had finally reopened after dealing with the bee problem.
He doesn't mean to do it is the thing. Sure, in his probie year, after Hen had finally trusted him enough to let him meet Denny, they'd hung out all the time. He'd practically fast-tracked his way to uncle Buck. But then, Eddie Diaz had waltzed into his life and said I'm all he's got and the rest—
Well, the rest is history.
But the thing is, Buck's DNA is floating somewhere in the American healthcare system in a little plastic cup with a green lid and he's trying very hard not to think about all the ways that could break him into a million pieces.
Because there's something hollow and empty inside of him that's slowly been shattering ever since Connor said that he didn't have enough swimmers. And it crumbles a little more every time he thinks of Christopher.
He thinks of that night in his loft with a frustrated rant, and two indulgent Diaz boys, a missing couch, and a lasagne that took three tries to get it right. A night that had become routine for them. And now he hasn't seen Christopher in almost two months, hasn't seen Christopher since—
Since Lev.
Two months he's spent trying desperately not to think of the way he'd seen Christopher safe in Eddie's arms and collapsed into a heap because his job was done and that was enough. Two months he's spent trying not to think about the flash of happiness that came with the end of a tsunami. Two months he's spent trying not to think about how he's buried that realization for almost three years.
He just. Christopher is growing up, he's lying to his dad, and sneaking out to see his friends, and going to dances, and having crushes. And Buck is trying so hard to remember. To listen to the cyclical chant of guardian, not dad echoing around his skull every time Eddie turns to him expectantly upon a mention of his son.
Because he has an answer to Hen's question. Finally.
But, fuck, he doesn't even really care about his sperm anymore. He doesn't give a fuck about the abstract concept of a child biologically half his out there in the world, out of sight and out of reach. He just doesn't care. Because nothing will ever hurt as much as having everything he's ever wanted at his fingertips and still not being able to grab it for fear of it vanishing into thin air.
He doesn't care about not getting to raise his child because there's a child he actually cares about, a child he's been raising. A child that's not his, but could be—
Fuck.
So, he's at a renaissance fair with his friend and her son, picking out a sword so that his niece knows that she doesn't have to be a damsel in distress, but he's trying so damn hard not to think about a little kid—who's not really all that little anymore—sat in a barber's chair because he wanted to look good for his crush.
It feels a lot like pressing his thumb into the space between bruised ribs.
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Agar uss din vo ek race har jati toh aaj yeh sab rejection nahi jhelne padhte
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tawaifeddiediaz · 7 months
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all @captain-hen and i do is send increasingly distressing metas about our blorbos all day and we're so true for it.
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henrysfox · 1 year
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redemption arc for chimney’s dad?? more like fuck that man
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trashyinfernomusic · 1 year
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Back to thinking about the Greek Mythology/PJO/9-1-1 AU again:
Maddie isn’t a demigod in this universe, but like all Buckleys, she can see through the mist. Jee will inherit this despite the fact that her dad can’t see what the others can.
Buck, knowing the dangers of being a Seer, trains with Jee from a young age - they practice sword forms out in the backyard of Madney’s house. As a toddler, Jee isn’t coordinated to do everything correctly, but Buck goes slow and encourages her the entire time because it’s Buck and his niece is going to be able to defend herself, damnit.
And when he gives little ten year old Jee a sword for her birthday (and really, he only waited that long because Maddie forced him to wait) it’s with a broad smile and tears in his eyes because he’s done what he can. It won’t be perfect, it might not be enough, but he’s given his perfect little niece a fighting chance of she chooses to step into his world.
(And when she joins the Legion of Camp Jupiter two years later, he’s so proud he could burst - but also terrified for her future. He’ll always be there for her anyway, even as she grows into a confident, capable young woman ready to take on BOTH worlds.)
(And she’ll always think of her Uncle Buck as the best teacher she’s ever had - and she’ll keep coming come every year to keep training with him until she has kids of her own.
And he’ll help train them, too.)
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