wip wednesday on a thursday bc i am forgetful ✨

omg she's just about done!! i have some final edits to do but ~ here's the first line i wrote for this fic that inspired the whole thing. tipsy karen, my beloved, you are perfect in every way.

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And Eddie… laughs. Because how could he not? “Are you sure? I can go—”

“I’m already here, Eddie. I got it. Just—have fun with Karen, yeah? I’ll see you when you get home.” Buck smiles and turns off his car.

And Eddie… Eddie doesn’t know what he’d do without Buck.

"Okay." He pauses, biting down on his lip. “See you at home,” Eddie says. “And… thank you.”

“Mhm. Love you,” Buck hums from the other end of the line.

“Love you,” Eddie says back, a grin spreading across his face as he hangs up the phone.

Eddie goes to hand Karen back her phone, but she doesn’t reach out to take it. Instead, she stays catatonic on the other end of the couch, her jaw clearly needing to be picked up from the floor. Eddie cocks an eyebrow and decides to just toss the phone next to her on the couch. “What?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine as if nothing happened.

“Okay, Eddie.” She begins, setting her glass down on the coffee table to give him her full, undivided attention. “If you don’t marry that man, I will.”

Eddie’s brain buffers for a few seconds and he stares blankly at Karen, struggling to process her words. "If I don't marry-" he blinks, shaking his head. "Buck?"

srb for tags 🩷

@thewolvesof1998 @lonelychicago @exhuastedpigeon @inell @becausebuckley

@eddiebabygirldiaz @lookforanewangle @livesbetweenpages @saminzat @daffi-990

honestly im still kind of dumbfounded they stuck the landing like that with eddie’s storyline with chris and his parents. like this has been something we’ve all been anticipating (and dreading and dooming over) for almost a YEAR and they handled it in a very solid way. props to the writers room on this one i wasnt familiar with your game

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all buck did this episode was grab tool, facetime eddie, do yard work and then facetime eddie again

buck buckley human version of hoover being passed around the 118 & co.'s houses to do odd jobs because if he's left alone in the diaz house for too long he'll start tearing it apart because he misses his boys...

by the way i’m sure every author feels their own way about this but if you ever spot a typo in my fic, feel free to tell me! i don’t really look for feedback on a writing/storytelling level or whatever but if there’s an obvious typo/dropped punctuation mark/etc, i’d prefer to know!

buddie dooming is so funny. to me. sorry they haven't shoved their tongues down each other's throats yet... do u remember how buck's bi awakening was Eddie's New Friend? do u remember how eddie had an episode about choosing joy and it ended with him opening the door to buck? guys. they are throwing hints at u. stop dodging.

Buddie + Sk8ter Boi - Avril Lavigne

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @smilingbuckley and @becausebuckley

Unsurprisingly, this is a snippet from the next chapter of Behind in the Count (part 4 of my Baseball Player Eddie AU).

Tagging (no pressure) @donationwayne @dangerpronebuddie @smolfunpenguin

writer questions!

tagged by @young-waverer thank u smooches! 🤍

1. How many works on AO3? 27 (gorgeous number. 3x9. a classic)

2. Total AO3 word count? 373,842...

3. Top 5 fics by kudos? i. feet don't fail me now ii. can you open up the door? iii. the pain will leave you once it's done teaching you iv. cause i need touching so primal v. light, dark, light again

4. What fandoms do you write for? 9-1-1 !

5. Do you respond to comments? oh yeah baby if you leave a comment on one of my fics you have taken a part of my soul with you and i will be responding with utter joy :)

6. Angstiest ending? hmm... i only ever do angst WITH a happy ending because i'm a fucking weepy baby otherwise, i guess the vow had a bunch of angsty endings thematically?

7. Fic with the happiest ending? hmm!!! give us the grown makes me all blushy over how gross the ending is so perhaps that one?

8. Do you get hate? pls guys i'm a fucking weepy baby please don't send me hate just dm your moots about how bad my stuff is thank you!!! :)

9. Do you write smut? not usually! just some small stuff here and there, i think i get really lost in the technicalities rather than the mood itself (like "did buck already take his shirt off? where is the lube? goddamnit hold on" type stuff)

10. Do you write crossovers? not officially no! i've done a twilight au and working on a pride and prejudice au but nothing that's actually a crossover with other characters.

11. Ever had a fic stolen? thankfully no! or not to my knowledge... (pls don't do that to anyone what a nightmare that would be)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no! but if anyone ever wanted to do that, that would be dope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? i haven't... but i'd be very curious to do it (if anyone's interested lmk!)

14. All time favourite ship? ooh, my heart says sterek (LMAO) but my soul says buddie....

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i think a long time ago there was a house of the dragon au for the 911 gotcha for gaza but that prompt got taken and now the fic is dead in the water... goodbye my old friend......

16. Writing strengths? there is a start, a middle, and an end with my fics yay :)

17. Writing weaknesses? my run on sentences is what will send me straight to hell, also i have the nasty habit of not proof-reading my stuff so sometimes i publish pure nonsense. what can i say, i'm a writer, we don't read (nick miller voice)

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? oh... hmm, well in general terms i think if it makes sense with the source material/character and the writer knows how to write faithfully/accurately to the language, i'm all for it! i know this is a Thing in 911, and since I'm not a Spanish (or Swedish) speaker and those languages come up most often in fic, i'd defer to folks who speak the language for insight than my opinion :)

19. First fandom you wrote for? CRYING it was skam. SKAM. can u believe it????

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? my best written? the pain will leave you once it's done teaching you. my personal favorite? alabaster. the one that required four cans of white claw and an entire fucking whiteboard bigger than my torso to map out the plot because it was a murder mystery with fifteen different characters involved? it tolls for thee.

tagging some lovely writer moots! @becausebuckley @okathleen @809eddie if you are so inclined! (and haven't already done this!)

wip wednesday!

“Mr. Panikkar must be pleased, certainly, to still be so close to his parents and friends,” Mr. Diaz said as his eyes kept glancing around the room, as if unsettled, and Buck raised his eyebrows.

“Close? Sir, we are fifty miles from Longbourn at best, that is certainly a great journey to undertake,” Buck countered, and watched as Mr. Diaz’s lips pushed at a pout for a moment as he thought. It made his mouth seem lush, full, drawing even more attention to his perfectly cut moustache.

“Well, that’s barely a day’s ride.”

“For you, it may not be considered any distance at all. For others, with less frequent travels across the country, perhaps not so.”

Mr. Diaz scoffed, though it didn’t appear unkind or mocking. It seemed arrogant, most definitely, but also alive, burning with life as he finally moved closer into the room, as if energized by Buck’s argument.

“You are attached, sir. Anything outside of Longbourn might be considered by you a great journey to undertake.” There’s almost a teasing tone to his voice, laced with something else, something intense and deeper that makes Buck squirm.

“Can you fault someone for being attached to their home, Mr. Diaz?”

“But what of marriage! You – you cannot have a right to such strong local attachments to Longbourn. You –” Mr. Diaz stepped closer again, as if pulled on an invisible string from his chest as he gets louder and more impassioned, and Buck’s mouth drops opens at the fervency he sees in the man’s eyes. “You cannot have always been at Longbourn. You cannot always wish to stay there.”

His eyes, swimming in emotion, makes Buck’s breath catch in his throat, and he blindingly understands, just for a moment, why Miss Marisol stares so much at Mr. Diaz. It’s his eyes. They’re so much, all at once, and it reminds Buck of the woods by his home that he grew up wandering in, or the coffee he drinks each morning.

It appears the spell over Mr. Diaz breaks in Buck's silence, and he retreats to his usual taciturn shell, and Buck looks away, lost for a moment.

“I couldn’t say, Mr. Diaz. I only wish to have a home to return to each day, where I am happy. Loved. Surely you understand that?”