#answers {evan buckley}

[thetouchof118]

pouty buck

[rachelazegler]

[epiaphany]

legs

[saryasy]

And I'm sure you don't want to hear it. I do want to hear it. All right, you're living it, and I want, I want you to talk to me.

[i-dont-even-know-anymore976]

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he was dating a man for like the first half of season 8????? he hooked up with him again in the second ???? what more do you want ????

[becausebuckley]

“what’s going on with buckley and diaz” a question we’ve been trying to answer for six seasons

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Thoughts on the “E”?!

Hey Nonnie

Oh I have many thoughts on the ‘E’ on the bomber jacket!! @lover-of-mine and I have been talking about it and doing some research to find out when it first appeared and if anyone else has letters on their jackets.

I can confirm that no one else appears to have a letter on their jackets, so this is a Buck exclusive thing. That in and of itself is important and revealing - it means it’s intentional and relevant in some way.

As you can see above - nothing on Bobby or Hens jackets in this up coming episode.

As for its first appearing - well - the bomber jackets have been part of the uniform since the crossover episode with Lonestar - back at the beginning of season 4. There is no ‘E’ on the jacket we see buck in during that episode. I’ve messed around with the brightness to make it easier to see on most of these screen grabs, so ignore the slightly weird colouring!

After that - we see the bomber a couple of times in season 4 and it bears no ‘E’ - this is a still from 411!

The same in season 5 - the bomber appears a few times and there’s never an ’E’ present on the sleeve, this is a still from 511.

It’s the same through season 6 - the bomber is worn but there is no ‘E’.

Then we get to season 7 and things start to get interesting! Below is a still from 701 - no ‘E’ is on his sleeve here.

But when we get to 704 - oh hi there ‘E’ you’ve decided to appear - in a scene that kickstarts Bucks bi arc, and from then on - the ‘E’ is present on bucks jacket sleeve!

Right up to the next episode!

As for what the ‘E’ means and the significance of its connection into Bucks bi arc. Well I have a couple of theories.

The fact that no one else has a letter on their sleeve means it’s not about his name - so it’s not meant to represent Evan in any way - if it was I would expect a ‘H’ on Hens and on Chim’s, and an ‘R’ on Bobbys and Ravi’s and to have seen an E on Eddie’s (I’ve just realised that we have two names for each letter as I typed this out - which is very fun!)

So that leaves us with it having a different meaning. Buck as a character is someone who tends to wear his heart on his sleeve and so it’s a fair thing to come to the conclusion that it’s connected to that idea of his heart being on his sleeve. It’s also his left arm - which is important in connection with the red string of fate which is supposed to run from your heart down your left arm and connect to your lover or family etc through your left hand.

So buck having an ‘E’ there can only really mean one thing - Eddie. There’s literally no one else it could conceivably be linked to. So in my opinion (and if that makes me a clown then I am a clown and I’m prepared to die on this hill) it’s been put there at the start of 704 to very subtly inform the audience that Buck is misunderstanding the assignment yet again and misdirecting his feelings for Eddie onto Tommy. It’s a way of telling the audience that we are correct in our opinion that it’s all about Eddie and not about Tommy at all.

Nothing else makes sense to me, it can’t be an allergy information thing, it’s not a brand thing or everyone would have an ‘E’. I guess there’s a vague possibility that is signalling where emergency information is located for Buck, but that seems very unlikely.

So in summary it’s metaphorically buck wearing his heart on his sleeve and his heart is Eddie shaped! I also expect that him wearing a jacket on the job with this ‘E’ on in this episode is very intentional - playing into bucks sense of loss over Eddie leaving and his heartbreak - even if he can’t recognise it for what it is.

I’d love to hear if anyone else has any theories on its appearance and meaning m, and there is plenty of room in the clown car if anyone wants to join Anna and I in this theory🤓💜💜

[theotherbuckley]

incorrect tweets pt 17/?

[loucifersbitch]

Bucktommy. 91 and 97. If it's okay can I be a little more specific and ask for it to be post-breakup and bottom Buck. Please and thank you!

91. “you bought a vibrator?” 97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

This is such a bad idea Tommy tells himself as he's slammed into a wall. Evan is everywhere around him, grinding against him. They don't even get the front door closed this time.

His foot knocks into something - a box? He actually paid attention outside, so he knows this isn't the same house as last time. It's not Eddie's house, but he also doesn't recognize it. Maybe it's new? Whatever, it's not important. The only important thing is that Evan is grinding his hard cock against Tommy's thigh, and it's driving him half crazy as they devour each other.

"Bed," Evan says, steering them down a hallway and up a flight of stairs, barely letting Tommy get a breath before he's dumped onto a mattress. At least this one is on a frame.

Evan walks around the room, shoving a pile of clothes further into a corner and tossing what looks like an empty laundry basket into the closet. He crosses over to the bedside table and starts rifling through it, pulling out lube and grabbing the toy that was sitting on top to stuff it into the drawer. It's a sizeable one, too.

"You bought a vibrator?" Tommy asks, the glee in his tone slipping through even as he tries to stifle it.

"Mhm," Evan hums, still moving stuff around in the drawer. "Needed something after -" he looks over his shoulder at Tommy "- well, after the last time we were together."

"Oh." It's surprising. Evan could have any guy he wanted. Real dick isn't hard to come by in Weho. "So you haven't...?" he lets the question trail off, knowing his meaning will get across.

"Nope," Evan says, popping the 'p' at the end with finality. "Haven't slept with anyone else since you broke up with me actually."

He's very pointedly not looking at Tommy now, still shuffling things in the drawer but not grabbing anything. Tommy already feels like he's fucking this up, and they haven't even gotten to the good part.

"Evan," he starts, but he doesn't get any further.

"We don't have to talk about it," Evan says, pulling out a strip of condoms and tossing them on the bed. shutting the drawer with his hip.

Then he's got a lap full of Evan, and he's being kissed like Evan's starving for it. His brain goes offline entirely as Evan starts working on the buttons of his shirt, getting his top half naked in record time. Evan is in a sweater that Tommy quickly yanks up and over his head, flipping them and getting Evan on his back, fumbling blindly at the zipper of his slacks.

"Tommy," Evan groans, knocking his hand out of the way to do it himself. "Come on," he shoves his slacks down his hips along with his boxers, "need you inside me. Now."

"You want -"

"Yeah, Tommy, I fucking want," Evan cuts him off again.

So that's how it's gonna be. Fine.

"Turn over," he says, grabbing the lube. "I'm not opening you up on your back."

Evan grumbles but complies, kicking his pants off the rest of the way and turning onto his knees, elbows on the mattress and ass in the air. Tommy will never get over this view, or the way Evan offers himself up so freely. It's baffling that Tommy is still the only man to have him like this.

Kneeling between Evan's spread thighs, he slicks up two fingers, circling Evan's hole and getting the muscle to relax. As much as Evan seems to want Tommy inside him immediately, Tommy wants it just as much.

He dips one finger in, stretching the muscle gently, then says, "I haven't either, you know. Slept with anyone," he clarifies.

Evan hums in acknowledgement.

"You could've. You're free to do whatever."

"Yeah, I know," he says, swiping his finger around Evan's walls, close to being able to add a second. "I just didn't want to."

Evan hmphs and then grunts when Tommy starts to add a second finger.

"I mean it," he continues. "Even when I thought about picking someone up or downloading an app, I didn't want to. Couldn't get one specific guy out of my head."

Evan groans as Tommy sinks his finger in deep, scissoring them to open him further.

"Do y- ngh - do you think about me when you touch yourself, Tommy? Oh fuck," Evan sighs.

Tommy crooks his fingers, finding the spot that he knows will have Evan making all of his favorite noises.

"Of course I do," he says, the moans spilling from Evan's mouth like music to his ears. "Just look at you. Yeah, I fucking think about you every single time, Evan."

"God, Tommy," Evan groans, fucking back onto Tommy's fingers now. "I'm good. Please. Need you."

"Yeah, okay," he agrees, distracted by the thought of being inside Evan again.

He reaches for the condoms and tears one off. Evan turns over, and his hand covers Tommy's.

"We can use that if you want, but we don't have to," he says. "If neither of us have slept with anyone else..." he finishes and shrugs.

He hesitates for less than a heartbeat before tossing the condom aside. Rearranging Evan's limbs, he crawls between his legs, lining himself up.

"Um," Evan starts, causing Tommy to pause and look at him carefully. "Just - just to be clear, I don't want this to be the last time we do this."

Raising an eyebrow, Tommy says, "Okay," dragging out the vowels. "So what do you want? Because I can't do friends with benefits. Not with you. Hookups aren't really my thing either, but I've made exceptions. Twice now."

"No, no, I mean -" Evan chuckles, "- I mean I want to try again. If you still want that."

"Oh," Tommy says, eyebrows climbing higher. "Yeah, I uh, I do. But," he shifts, reminding Evan that they're in a compromised position, "maybe we should save this conversation. For after."

"Yes, yeah, we should do that," Evan nods, wiggling his hips a little.

Tommy interlocks their fingers as he pushes his hips forward, feeling the empty space inside his chest fill with a sense of rightness as he kisses the man he loves.

[warpedpuppeteer]

The Buckley-Diaz family Conundrum:

[buckleyx]

Could you do something where the reader is from the UK or somewhere not America haha and she’s just moved to California and her apartment catches on fire or smth that makes her and buck meet and then he finds her again and asked her out and wants to get to know her. Pls haha. thank you.

LOS ANGELS E.B

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner! @evansbucks

Author’s note: thank you for requesting angel! sorry it took some time but life threw a bus at me 😀 enjoyyyyyy x

Evan Buckley x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of a house fire buck being a cutie makes up for it (hehe)

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“Finally!” You danced with excitement as you admired your new apartment. It was beautiful and everything you have ever dreamed of. The kitchen was just as your liking and it was decorated just the way you pleased. The bedroom was spacious and the living room was gifted with these beautiful large windows that gave you an overview of the entire city. Los Angels. The city of dreams. But most of all the city of opportunity. This place was nothing compared to your crapy London apartment. Who knew when your company announced they’d be opening a branch in America they’d choose you as one of the leads. Finally it felt like all your hard work was paying off. “A new start.” Is what you proudly called it, after years of misery and barely making rent in your old city. 

A few weeks passed and as LA became warmer and prepared itself for spring, your hopes of a ���new start” seemed to be crumbling as your mental and physical health already started declining. You worked every hour of the day, everyday of the week. You worked hard for this position and didn’t want to let anyone down. But the pressure of perfection and achieving was getting too much. 

“I’m aware of the numbers, just get the report done so I can look it over.” You sighed in annoyance. It felt like the hundred work call of the day and it was way after work hours. You poked your spatula in the frying pan as you held with your other hand the phone closer to your ear. It was late and you were tired and hungry. 

Your mind felt hazy as you finally ended the call and glanced over the time that read past midnight. “Jesus Christ.” You muttered to yourself, realising you still had a lot to do to prepare for your meeting that morning. 

Your eyes became heavy and your body almost limb with tiredness. “C’mon got to eat.” You reminded yourself before rubbing your eyes exhausted. You sighed deeply, throwing your head back as a frustrated groan escaped your lips. Work papers were scattered around the counter mixed with broken eggshells. You could almost laugh at the absurdity if you had the strength.

As the eggs cooked further you looked over some more documents. You read the files over, not taking your eyes off the paper as you accidentally knocked the pan of the stove onto the counter due to an attempt of grabbing your spatula again. “Shit.” You cursed, dropping the file to save your food. But just when you turned to the side you noticed the paper landing onto the gas stove and catching fire almost immediately, creating a chain of everything flammable on the counters. 

“No, no, no!” You panicked, suddenly wide awake as you tried progressing what was happening. You cried out. Your hands flew drastically in the air as you looked around for something, anything, to stop the fire. Once you realized it was way out of your control you quickly backed away, your head slightly hitting the counter behind you as you trembled to grab your phone from your pocket. 

“911 what’s you emergency?” 

The emergency services arrived quickly and the fire was out in no time. Yet for you it all seemed to have happened in slow motion. You sat frozen on your couch, the angle from where you were sitting gave you an overlook of your burned down kitchen. The firefighters were cleaning up and examining the damage, words seemed to fail you as you tried progressing what had happened. 

“Do you need anything?” A firefighter asked kindly, kicking you out of your trance. His voice was soft as he lowered down to kneel in front of you. “A blanket? Some water?” He offered before remarking on the cold night breeze that escaped through the open windows as ventilation. 

“I’m okay, thank you.” You muttered, unable to pierce your eyes away from the sight in front of you. There was a short silence as you looked at the damages and you could feel the tears almost starting to fall. Your head was pounding but you didn’t know if it was from emotion, hunger or the hit you took from the countertops. 

The firefighter didn’t seem to believe your words as he grabbed a nearby blanket from your couch and threw it over your shoulders. You looked at him slightly taken off guard but grateful. “Thank you.” You whispered. And finally you looked at him. He had a warm smile as he introduced himself as Buck. He was kind and gentle and had these ocean blue eyes you could almost drown in. It was a horrible moment to be caught of guard by a handsome stranger but you just couldn’t help it with him. 

You told him your name and he complimented it before repeating it to himself with a smile. “So,” He started, tilting his head slightly to take a better look at you. “Are you sure you’re not in any pain.”

It was if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Your head was started to be a real pain but you were too hazed to acknowledge it yourself. “My head hurts a little.” You said quilty, rubbing the back of your neck to sooth the pain. “I took quite the hint from my cabinet.”

“Mind if I take a look?” He offered to which you nodded in approval. His fingers were soft as they traced over the spot you were caressing earlier. He had a concentrated look on his face, his eyebrows slightly knitting together as he examined you further. 

“I’ll give you something for the headache.” Buck offered, grabbing a painkiller from his kit. “It seems like that cabinet had it out for you.” He joked as he gave you a bottle of water. “Yeah I think so too.” You chuckled. 

“I don think it’s anything to worry about. But if the pain keeps coming back you come and see me okay.” 

“I will. Thank you Buck.” 

“Anytime.” 

Days went by and your kitchen was still under construction but luckily you got some time off of work. After working countless hours and weekends it was finally your first time to explore your new city and take some time off for yourself. You were thrilled and felt alive for the first time in weeks. You saw the kitchen incident as a firm reminder of the universe to set better boundaries when it came to your career. Even though the step was terrifying, it was very much necessary.

You went on a small shopping spree for new kitchen items before stopping at one of the local cafes people kept raving about online. You walked up to the entrance, ready to open the door but someone beat you too it. Smiling politely he held it open for you as you both entered. “Thank you.” You said kindly before looking up at him.

You pushed your bag closer to your body, completely caught off guard as you suddenly realized the cute firefighter from your apartment fire was standing in front of you. He was taller than you remembered and his eyes sparkled even more with the sunlight. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, just a white shirt with a blue denim jacket. His lips turned into a genuine smile as he said your name so perfectly again. You were surprised he remembered it and from the way his face lit up you could tell you had made a bigger impact on him than you realized.

“Buck.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as he moved closer. His hand breezed inches away from your waist as he gestured for you to move with him further inside. “You remember me?” Buck playfully scoffed as if he was surprised that you even asked that. “such a cute face I can never forget.” He admitted, flashing a warm but teasing smile that made you feel fuzzy.

“How’s the kitchen?” He asked curious.

“Still under construction.” You answered with a tired sigh. The thought of the situation was still delicate to you since you hadn’t fully processed it all, not to mention all the stress renovating and organising a new kitchen brings with itself. “I took some time off work to wrap my head around everything.” You admitted.

“That sounds like a smart idea.” He said genuine. “I sometimes forget that after my job, putting out the fire, for most people then the real mess begins.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well I- I am terrible at paperwork, I have got a captain to prove that to you but-,” He grinned, slightly fixing his posture. “I am great at fixing things. So I will give you my number and if you need literally anything, I’d be happy to help.”

You felt your heart racing and your cheeks heat up. There was a short silence were you just looked into each other his eyes smiling, completely caught of guard that you almost forgot to hand him your phone. But in that small moment, you just knew. Eyes sometimes say so much more then words and in that beat you felt such a connection to each other that the universe was basically screaming at you to take up on his offer.

“Yeah- yeah, of-of course.” You were snapped back to reality. Messily looking and hitting every pocket to find your phone. You both laughed at the clumsiness’s and he commented how he almost never could find his own phone.

Buck put his number in your phone, payed for coffee and you both stayed talking. He shared stories of his work and his friends and you talked about life in London and moving to LA. Buck vowed to take you out someday and show you the city, not wanting you to miss out and everything Los Angels had to offer. You couldn’t believe how much you had in common and how natural and easy conversation with him felt. You could listen to his stories for hours but sadly you had to get back and he had to start his shift. So with a hug goodbye and a promise of a text you both parted ways for the day.

Luckily you kept your promise, Buck helped you with your kitchen and your place felt back like home. Who new that because of all this you met your soulmate and were able to make Los Angels your true new forever home.

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[moonydanny]

What makes Buddie special is that for the first time in Eddie’s life he has someone who loves and cares for him and puts his needs above their own without ever asking for anything in return, and it also creates huge character growth for Buck who’s main character flaw is how selfish he is

... this is a joke, right, anon? Please don't make me laugh.

'Cause if we wanna play that game, I believe that what makes Bucktommy special is that for the first time in Buck's life, he has someone who cares for him and puts his needs above their own without ever asking for anything in return, and it also creates huge character growth for Buck whose* main character strenght is how selfless he is.

You have every right to ship buddie and to create this wonderful fanon where they're perfect for each other. I'm glad you enjoy it. But please don't come to my blog to talk about your fanon world as if it were fact or as if I should agree with you. 'Cause what you're saying is absolutely NOT what's actually in the text of the show. The fact that you're calling Buck selfish tells me all I need to know and invalidates everything you said in your message.

Thanks for stopping by, though! ✌🏼

[agentpeggycartering]

running your finger down their spine, bucktommy

Thank you for the prompt, dear, and I hope you enjoy!

The last few months— the last year, really— had been rough on everyone, but things were improving. It was good to have everyone together like this again, in a backyard, surrounded by the smell of grilling meat and the sound of laughing children. And there was so much to celebrate, too.

Baby Han was growing more and more each day, and Jee was taking so well to being a big sister. Maddie was doing well, having open and honest conversations with Chimney and her doctors about how she was feeling and it wasn't anything like how she was after Jee-Yun was born.

Mara was officially part of the Wilson family, and the grin had hardly left her face since they left the courthouse after her adoption. The knowledge that she was home and never had to leave again—could never be made to leave again— settling something deep within her, putting to rest a lot of her worries and fears after everything that had happened with Councilwoman Ortiz.

Athena was smiling more often, accepting more dinner invitations. She wasn't her old self again, but no one expected her to be. They just didn't want to lose touch with her, and Buck especially didn't want her to be alone.

And, of course, they were celebrating the newly promoted Captain of the 118.

But the happiest thing, the thing that was the most important, the thing that Buck wanted to shout from the rooftops, was that he and Tommy had sat down and talked about their fears, their pasts and baggage, their expectations for their relationship and the future and had gotten back together. They were on the same page and fully committed to both each other and to doing the work to make their relationship last.

Buck is in the middle of telling Ravi a story when Tommy comes up next to him, crowding in close and resting a hand on his hip. He presses a quick kiss to Buck's cheek in greeting before he presses carefully assembled plate of food into his hand.

"Thanks, babe." Buck says to Tommy with a grin and a kiss to the cheek, before turning back to his conversation with Ravi, now embellishing and emphasizing with his fork. Tommy has to dodge the occasional bit of food when Buck gets too excited in the middle of taking a bite and waves the fork around before it gets to his mouth.

He's a warm, steady presence at Buck's side, interjecting when there's an opportunity but largely letting Buck steer the conversation. Buck is so overjoyed that he gets to have this, Tommy at his side, his family all around him. It's different than it was last year in a lot of ways, but for the first time in a long time he's truly content.

Ravi's drink runs out and Tommy offers to get him a new one, because he also needed a drink and 'do you need anything, Evan?'. Buck does, and he watches as Tommy makes his way across the yard to the coolers, chatting briefly when he's stopped, but he doesn't take too long, pointing over at Buck and Ravi with an apologetic expression on his face. He comes back with bottle of water for himself and beers for Buck and Ravi, opening them before handing them out like the gentleman that he is. Buck gives him a kiss in thanks.

"Thanks man, but I'm not going to kiss you. You're not my type and also I like my ankles the way they are." Ravi says, and Tommy chuckles, laughing even harder when he sees the pout on Buck's face. He kisses the pout away and Buck decides to forgive him, he did bring him food and a beer, after all. Ravi tells them that they're gross, and then asks Tommy to clarify something that Buck had said while he was gone, because he didn't believe that Buck was telling the truth, which, rude!

Tommy obliges, crowding into Buck's side again, but rests his hand at the small of his back instead of his hip. He rubs his thumb up and down while he tells Ravi a story from when he first started at Harbor.

Buck finds that this beer is making him pleasantly buzzed, and he finds himself leaning towards Tommy, just wanting to be close to him. Tommy takes his weight without a word, easily carrying the conversation with Ravi, and runs his fingers up and down his back, right on top of his spine. Buck finds himself going even more boneless and sighs to himself, happy to be here with his family and the man he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Bobby: Now Eddie, repeat after me, forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

*Scruffy Buck in the background doing bicep curls*

Eddie: Forgive me Daddy, for I have been naughty.

Bobby: Eddie, you need to focus.

Eddie: Sorry cap but this isn't going to work.

Bobby: ...

Eddie: I just realized it wasn't a crisis of faith but a crisis of sexuality, and the only punishment I need is whatever Buck is willing to give me.

[chronicowboy]

actually more on my buck loves gushing with ravi rather than just to ravi agenda. he's like so relieved not only to have someone who understands but someone who won't accuse him of being in love with eddie if he speaks about him a little too long. ravi never even accused him of that in the first place before he got the whole eddie thing which means it's so totally normal to be so !!!! about eddie and that was never a question to ravi so buck is just enjoying his carefree isn't eddie great time. meanwhile ravi is like i'm not in love with eddie but i'm not not in love with him and the only reason probably is that i don't have a chance when buck's here. and he thinks buck is just really enjoying having someone to vent to about being in love with eddie which is so completely the opposite of what buck thinks is going on. and one day ravi is like desperate for a new story he hasn't heard about eddie before and it doesn't even have to be heroic it could be like that he went out to get orange juice for breakfast because buck really wanted it so he goes buck hey buck when did you realise you were in love with eddie like is there a story behind it. and he's soooo excited to share this with buck who is like actually a really good friend now he thinks and oh. buck just threw up everywhere. huh. weird.

[apricustar]

How is being against the way Eddie treated Buck racist? I do not get you Buddie lovers

i’ve been staring at this ask for an hour trying to come up with a response that wasn’t just pure bitchery—but then i realized i don’t actually care how i’m perceived by bucktommy shippers or people who hate eddie for sport. so let me break it down for you in terms even the chronically media-illiterate can follow.

this isn’t about being “against how eddie treated buck.” this is about who (a portion of) this fandom gives grace to, and who they don’t.

this isn’t about one scene. it’s about patterns.

it’s about how so many of you forgive and forget that buck—a white man—pushed and injured eddie, and has reacted in ways that hurt others because it’s framed as trauma. but when eddie is grieving and snaps in a moment of pain, suddenly he’s abusive. irredeemable. dangerous. there’s no room for nuance. no acknowledgment of his hurt. just vilification.

it's about how you treat eddie's anger as violence, but buck's as vulnerability.

do you see the difference yet?

no? let's move on to tommy, then.

you know—the guy who was overtly racist to chim? who was sexist and—wow, shocker!!!—overtly racist to hen, too?

and yet, somehow, y'all will twist yourselves into a pretzel to pair him with buck. no development, no redemption, no respect for the characters of color he targeted—just vibes. just whiteness.

but oh no!!! a brown man raised his voice at your favorite white man and didn’t do it gently?? that’s your line in the sand?

so let’s be honest here: this isn’t just about character dynamics. it’s about who you let be flawed. who gets your empathy. who you defend at all costs.

and no—it’s not inherently racist to dislike a character’s actions. but the pattern of who gets dissected, who gets forgiven, and who gets demonized?

that’s worth examining.

if that makes you uncomfortable—good!!! maybe sit with that.