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Imagine Chimney going through Bobby's desk in his office. Having to clear personal things out. It breaks his heart, but also warms him because the captain was sentimental.

Then he comes across a small blue book labeled simply "Buck." Curious, he opens and flips through it.

Kid has eating problems. Will forget to eat when stressed. Feed him, and encourage him to cook, because he likes to taste-test a lot.

Chimney remembers that. Buck mentioning getting so hungry the starving pains go away. He does remember during the shitty times when Buck lost so much weight.

-Loves carbs

-Hates Okra

-Probably allergic to shellfish and mangos. Encourage him to get an allergy test

-Allergic to Naproxen

-Allergic to heavy fragrance laundry detergents. Use gentle.

-Remind him he's doing a great job. Use positive reinforcement.

-If he's depressed, as Maddie says, hand him a child. May and Harry work too.

-He's finally gaining weight! :)

-The Buckley parents are banned. Do not ask why. Firehouse is his safe area.

-He fidgets when he's stressed. Have him chop some vegetables or prepare them for you. He loves being helpful.

-He loves his clipboard. Have him organize important events. Give him gold stars. Do not let Hen and Chimney hide it. He gets sad.

-Remind him not to read too close or in the dark. He's gonna need glasses at this point. (If he does, don't let others tease him. Tell him he looks great)

-He doesn't admit it, but his leg still bothers him. Heating blankets are in the closet in the office. Have Eddie massage his leg or send him home early if he's obviously struggling.

Chim laughs. He laughs, and laughs, and starts to cry. Of all things, he did not expect to find a "How to Take Care of Your Buck" guide hidden away in Bobby's desk.

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Robbie slaps a glossy looking flyer on the table. Palm down, eyes narrowed, pretending like hell the slap of her hand against the wood grain didn't sting as she squares up, all four-feet-three-inches of her, like she's preparing for battle.

Tommy's slumped in his chair and still half a head taller than her.

He doesn't quite cower, at her glare, but at thirteen she's just about ready to explode at any given moment.

They don't talk about the time he sat on the floor with the bathroom door at his back and read the instructions for inserting a tampon in the calm, cool tones of a man so far out of his depth he might as well have turned into pressurized meat juice mist while Robbie had a panic attack just inside.

They don't talk about the massive argument they'd had in the middle of TJ's the first time Robbie back talked Evan with all the angst of a girl about to experience the pimpliest, testosterone fueled ragiest few years of her life. (Evan had gotten a kick out of it and Tommy had spent a week listening to his deep dives into the Beauty Of Puberty with the skepticism of an only child who never shared a bathroom).

Robbie rolls her jaw. Grabs the flyer and shakes it in Tommy's face. It's a riot of color, and Tommy has to squint to make out the words. Fuck, he does need those reading glasses.

"Why is the paper making you look homicidal?"

"We never go to Pride, dad!"

Ah.

Well.

That.

Tommy slumps further in his seat, which puts Robbie at eye level, and boy howdy is she gonna make his life a living hell until the hormones settle in...a decade or so. The glare is all Evan, emotions unchecked and just out there for the world to see. He's so fucking grateful neither of his kids took to his 'repress until you pancake yourself' way of handling a single emotion.

Tommy never bought into the rainbow crap, couldn't ever push himself into participating in a world he'd denied himself so long. Nothing against it, himself, just - a line he kept somewhere off behind and to the left where he couldn't look it in the eye.

And Evan...

Well. Being an 'ally' switched to throwing up the Bi Flag in his Instagram profile and he never really shifted any further than that.

"Are you trying to tell me something?" Tommy asks, because last week she'd spent an hour in the yard yanking weeds with the ferociousness of a terrier with a nest of rats over some kid in her class named Michael and to this point hasn't shown that her interests stray farther than that. Fuck. Has he missed something?

"Uh, yeah, that my gay dads are quiet homophobes who won't take their kids to a fuckin' parade."

Oh well that's a lot of different things to put in check, right there.

It's his own damn fault for laughing hysterically every time their toddler dropped an F bomb.

It's his own damn fault for blowing off the drag queens with petitions outside the library a month ago.

"Your father is a Kinsey two-and-a-half on a good day, and don't say fuck."

"Internalized homophobia is still homophobia, dad." She rolls her tongue over her teeth. Sends him a challenging look. "Fuck." She pronounces it like it has seven syllables.

"If you're gonna challenge me you better be able to use it in a sentence properly."

"I want to fucking go to fucking Pride with my fucked up not straight dads but they're both fucking repressed fucking losers."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Tommy jokes, and the flyer crumples in his daughters fist. And - yep, there's the shriek.

Evan's gonna be pissed that he isn't curbing the language a little more.

Which he absolutely will do. Later. Once Robbie isn't a good leap away from the knife block.

His kids aren't violent people, by nature. Robbie has a mean left hook and an eye for taking people out at the ankles he encouraged far too much before she hit ten. Danny cradles spiders in the cup of his hands on the way out the door while giving Tommy a wide-eyed and judgemental berth.

Robbie crumples up the flyer a little more. Stares at him like she's wishing there was enough weight to it to cause damage to his thick fucking skull if she were to throw it.

She blinks, and those are - yep, those are tears.

"Sweetheart," Tommy starts, and Robbie launches herself forward, embraces Tommy just in time for some sobs to really kick in, nonsensical phrases leaking out of her as she cries, and cries, and cries.

He's good at this part. The part where they can't see his face, where he can cradle them to him and rub their back and murmur nonsense back while they do a better job feeling, and then regulating their emotions than he had until his late thirties.

"Ms. Frankie said she'd take me but I don't wanna go with Ms. Frankie," he gets, as another wave breaks, and he has to shift his weight against the onslaught of two sharp ass knees heading straight for his belly. "Ms. Frankie has a crush on Dad and I hate her."

Ms. Frankie absolutely has the hots for Evan. Ms. Frankie's son is a bully who thinks he's better than everyone else by virtue of accepting and picking on everyone equal-opportunity style.

Ms. Frankie is definitely not taking his kid to her first Pride.

Shit.

God damnit.

The tears dry up, eventually.

Tommy tries not to think about the fact that he's not gonna be allowed to comfort his pre-teen like this for much longer. Tries not to think about the fact that she's gonna stop asking for it, soon enough, and he'll have to make do with words from the other side of a slammed door.

"I'm not wearing rainbow anything," he says, like he's surrendering a crucial air base, and Robbie leans back with narrowed eyes.

"I have that face paint Jee gave me for Christmas."

"You get one cheek to work with," he negotiates, even though he's well aware he's gonna leave the house with more color than he's worn in twenty-five years.

"Dad let me do his whole face for New Years," she wheedles.

"Dad has better coloring than I do. Those jewel tones make his eyes pop. And Dad doesn't have to know how many times you dropped an F-bomb on me ten minutes ago."

He's fucking up his kids. Teaching an almost teenager how to properly blackmail someone is just one of many ways he's doing it while he digs his own grave.

At least they're not fucking scared of him.

"Two cheeks, and we post a picture on Dad's Insta because Ms. Frankie stalks him there and she'll be so jealous."

"You're diabolical," Tommy tells her, and her wet, snotty, lopsided grin makes something in his heart swoop. She's all Evan, and he loves her so fucking much he stopped trying to figure out where to put it the first time she latched a tiny little hand around his pointer finger and burst into the exhausted tears of something new to this world. "If you ever teach Danny how to manipulate someone like this I'm gonna start reporting you for war crimes."

"Danny's too nice, it would hurt his feelings to even think about it."

Yeah. Not sure where the fuck he got that from.

"You watch out for him, don't you?"

He's aware there's a dynamic at play here that he shouldn't overly encourage. Doesn't want her feeling like she's gotta parent her younger brother, it's just -

"He doesn't need it. Sometimes when he says nice things to people I think he destroys their whole world for a few days."

Tommy takes her out for ice cream and broaches the subject of the parade before Evan realizes Tommy's spoiled her dinner.

Danny's eyes go bright and gleaming and he sends a look at his sister that Tommy is absolutely certain he should be worried about, because they've clearly been plotting and scheming for days.

When June sixth rolls around Danny wakes up early, pounces on the bed, and hands Tommy the ugliest fucking shirt Tommy's ever seen, bright and lurid and awful, and Robbie doesn't even have the decency to hide her smug look when she stumbles blearily into the kitchen, following the smell of scrambled eggs Tommy spends an extra ten minutes dyeing with the organic shit Evan brought home last week.

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Bugging Bathena

Summary: When Buck's in a mood, he bugs Bathena ❤️ :)

(Okay, @mysunshinebuck and I were talking about this and wanted to share it with you guys ❤️ :) Hope you enjoy! ❤️😁)

"Buck."

"What? I'm not doing anything."

Athena set down the dish she was drying and crossed her arms. "You've been bugging me for 20 minutes."

"I haven't been bugging you," Buck defended.

"You've been talking non-stop the entire time."

"Oh, so I can't even talk now?"

"Watch your tone."

"Hard to watch something I can't see."

Athena arched one eyebrow up.

Buck held up his hands. "You said it."

Athena started moving around the counter.

The younger didn't say anything. He just watched her as she got closer to him.

Meanwhile, Athena studied his face. She must have seen something because she softened.

A moment later, the police sergeant wrapped Buck in a hug that the taller firefighter immediately returned.

"You okay?" Athena asked.

"I'm fine," Buck admitted while resting his chin on the top of her head.

A small smile tugged up the police sergeant's mouth. "Having a rough day?"

Buck shook his head before burying his face into her hair.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No."

Athena deadpanned. Buck wanted the attention, but wouldn't tell her why he wanted the attention.

"You know I'm hear if you want to talk," the police sergeant reminded him.

"Mh-hm."

Athena pulled her head back so she could look up at him. "Then what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Buckley."

"Thena."

"Buckaroo."

"Ma'am?"

Athena glared at him.

Buck gave her a little smirk. "Just being respectful."

With a sigh, Athena grabbed Buck's wrist and tugged the younger firefighter to the living room. "Bobby."

The mentioned fire captain looked up from where he was working on his computer. He lowered his chin so he could see her over his glasses.

With a gentle shove, Athena pushed Buck toward the couch. "Your son needs attention."

"Oh?" Bobby plucked off his glasses and plopped them on the coffee table. "So he's my son when he wants attention."

"I'm standing right here," Buck reminded.

Athena pushed him down on the couch by his shoulder. "Go see Bobby."

Buck pushed himself up into a sitting position, giving the police sergeant a glare as she started to head back into the kitchen.

"Aw." Bobby played along by scooting closer and wrapping Buck in a bear hug. "C'mere kid."

"Bobby," Buck whined. "I'm not a child."

"Oh?" Two hands came to rest on the blonde's sides. "Then when do you laugh like one?"

Immediately, Buck's eyes went wide. He knew that tone.

Then Bobby's hands started squeezing.

Buck jumped back into the older man''s chest. "Noho! Bobbyhy!"

"What Buck?"

Lehet mehe goho!"

Bobby pinched at Buck's hip. "Why?"

The blonde firefighter squeaked, pulling his knees up to his chest. "Nohot thihis gahame agahain!"

Bobby went for the other hip. "What game?"

"AH!" Buck turned and buried his face into the top of the couch.

In response, the older man tugged him out of hiding. "Get back out here."

The blonde firefighter jumped again when one of Bobby's hands jumped up to his ribs.

This time, his elbow hit Bobby's stomach.

The older man paused his attack with a grunt. He went back to just hugging the younger while he caught his breath.

Meanwhile, Buck descended into light giggles.

Finally, Bobby lifted his head. "Watch where you swing those things."

"Thahat's yohour fauhault."

"How is it my fault?"

"You wehere tickling mehe!"

Bobby immediately dug a hand into Buck's stomach. "Were?"

Buck cackled and squirmed forward to escape the hold, but Bobby kept him pinned.

"Bobbyhy!" Buck whined through his laughter.

"What Buck?"

The younger squirmed himself backwards again. "Lehet mehe goho!"

Bobby attacked Buck's lower stomach. "Why?"

Buck kicked and squirmed into the back of the couch again. "NOHO!"

Bobby went up to his ribs again. "No what Buck?"

A squeal erupted from the younger and he squirmed into a ball before going still, his face burying into the top of the couch again.

Finally, Athena came back out of the kitchen. "Finished the dishes."

"Almost finished with this one," Bobby replied while pulling his hand away from Buck's ribs.

The younger stayed hidden in the couch, giggles still filling the room.

"Buck," Athena called.

"Whahat?" Came the muffled whine in response.

The police sergeant moved closer to the couch back. "Watch your tone."

Buck lifted his head enough to address her. "Again, can't watch something I can't seEE!"

Bobby's attack on his sides had him hiding again.

"Are you done now?" Athena asked him as she leaned against the back of the couch.

A slight shift had Bobby's hand back at his ribs.

Buck immediately jumped out of hiding. "YES! Yehes Ihi'm dohone!"

"Done with what?" Bobby asked, hand poised over the sensitive spot.

Buck tried to shift away, but not going anywhere because of the couch back. "Wihith my attihituhude!"

The older man finally pulled his hand away. "Better be."

The younger immediately sagged into the couch.

In response, Bobby ruffled his curls and pushed him up. "Go finish your chores and leave Athena alone."

Instead of getting up, Buck turned to glare at Bobby.

Immediately, Bobby started to move forward, hand aiming for Buck's ribs again.

The younger bolted. "Alright, ahalrihight! Ihi'm going!"

"Always here to talk if you change your mind," Athena reminded as Buck headed to the stairs.

"I know," Buck replied while snatching up an empty laundry basket sitting at the foot of the stairs.

After the younger disappeared up out of sight, Athena turned back to Bobby.

Bobby pointed at the now empty stairs. "That is your son."

"Yes, because my son does his chores," his wife shot back.

Immediately, Bobby's face dropped into a deadpan.

Athena pushed away from the back of the couch. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of a few more things in the kitchen."

As she stepped away, Bobby snatched up his glasses from the coffee table and turned back to his laptop to finish his work.

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Incorrect tweets series two pt 6/?

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thinking about chim finding out that buck and albert hooked up and being like YOU SLEPT WITH MY BROTHER??? and buck is like "well yes and you literally got my sister pregnant, so can you please stop yelling, anyway it was years ago before I even knew I was bi so it doesn't even really count" and then there has to be a bro2bro meeting about what buck thinks "counts" and "what do you mean you didn't know you were bi if you were fucking dudes including my brother" and anyway, turns out he's been Helping Friends Out and Blowing Off Steam with guys since the dawn of time but that's just a thing guys do together, right? like obviously he wasn't going to SAY THAT when he was talking to maddie that one time, but that's normal right? right??

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Please do not let debt collectors play in your face.

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This is beautiful. Cedits to: @theotherbuckley for the drawing. I did not make this im just sharing the art i found and loved.

If you would like me to take this down, i will.

Love me anyway.

[ This is not a family. Love me anyway. You’re fired. Love me anyway. I’m kind of lost, Buck. Love me anyway. I know it’s who you are. Love me anyway. You’re exhausting. Love me anyway. You’re all in about everything, it’s a lot. Love me anyway. God, you’re so needy. Love me anyway. But then the cells didn’t graft. Love me anyway. Defective parts. Love me anyway. You’re reckless. Love me anyway. You think you’re indestructible but you’re not. Love me anyway. I don’t think you’re ready. Love me anyway. You’re impulsive. Love me anyway. You’re still figuring yourself out. Love me anyway. I know how this ends. Love me anyway. I don’t know what you expected us to do? Love me anyway. ]

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Chim: Literally nothing is better than repeatedly doing a bit your partner doesn't like. Buck: Whenever Eddie mentions being gay, I shout "You're gay?!" as if I'm just learning it for the first time. Hen: Whenever Karen comes into our room while I'm working, I always respond with "How did you get past security?"

Chim: I pretend to be angry and say "I'm going cycling don't wait up" and then I get on the atationary bike in the living room that's next to the couch Maddie is sitting on.

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The 30th: You're still here and so am I.

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I started using Head and Shoulders ten years ago for itchy scalp and dandruff, and then for ten years I have not had itchy scalp and dandruff, so I thought “why do I still buy shampoo to combat itchy scalp and dandruff when I do not have itchy scalp and dandruff,” so I stopped buying the shampoo for itchy scalp and dandruff and can you guess I have now? Can you predict what currently afflicts me? It’s alright if you can’t because apparently I fuckin couldn’t either

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ho ho holy shit it’s december first (1st)

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In the hospital the team are watching Maddie reunited with Chim and Jee. Buck has been supportive of Eddie leaving over the past few weeks and everyone around him has been anticipating the breaking point. Eddie gets a text on his phone and is like fuck I gotta go. Buck sees somehow (location tracking idk) that he's on his way to the airport and he's like I can't believe he didn't say goodbye, but he refuses to like actually express Buck levels of emotion and Bobby finally snaps and gives him this whole speech about how you have to hold onto the people you love and let yourself be afraid to lose them but chase after them every single day because you deserve to fight for your family.

And Buck SPEEDS to the airport where he finds Eddie (it's shot like a Buckabby 1x10 parallel) and is like you're not going anywhere alone and says that he's gonna fight for their family just like Eddie said he would when he put him in his will, and he refuses to let the people he loves go again and Eddie stops him and just smiles and is like good because I'm not going, and we turn and see Chris leaving his gate (because he decided he's ready to come home- Eddie making plans to leave LA made Chris realise he always intended on coming back), and then later that night when Chris is in bed, Buck and Eddie are on the couch and Eddie is like "finish what you were saying before" and Buck is like "what do you mean" and Eddie says "we always stop before the 'I love you'".

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sorry im late i sat on my bed in a towel for 45 minutes staring at the wall

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can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

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It had to be done lmao

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never clocked bobby's reaction here lmaoooo

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the power of boop really does bring us all together. i don't know who half of you people in my notfis are. i would die for you