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mockerycrow · 1 year

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hello!! i hope you’re doing well ❤️ i saw you were taking requests and i wondering if you’d write a buck fic where him and the reader are having a stay in date and he puts on a horror movie thinking they’ll get scared and cuddle up to him but he’s the one who gets scared and they’re completely unphased, maybe even laughing at it, so it’s him who needs comfort. if you don’t get to this, ofc no issue. i just hope you have a lovely day/evening 🥰

Amused (Buck x GN!Reader)

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A/N: thank you for the request anon <3 i hope this is up to your standards, friend! also i apologize for not naming the movie, i don’t really watch movies :’)

WARNINGS: fluff.

Buck opened the front door to your house and quickly used his body to open it completely, a few plastic grocery bags in each of his fists. “I’m home!”

You peak your head out from the kitchen and give him a soft smile. You love how he refers to your house as home, despite having his own apartment. “In here! Did’ya get the popcorn?”

Buck snorts and makes his way to the kitchen, grunting quietly as he places the bags on the nearby counter. He looks at you with a smirk. “Of course I did. Can’t have a movie night without popcorn, now can we?” He said with amusement in his tone, taking items out of the bag and placing them on to the empty counter space next to the bags.

“No, no we cannot.” You murmur as you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. You press the side of your face and your body against his back, humming quietly from Buck’s body heat. You feel him naturally lean against you as he sorts the items on the counter. “You’re warm,” You mutter, pushing your face harder against his shirt. Buck chuckles and grabs the boxes of popcorn bags, glancing over his shoulder in an attempt to look at you. “You always say that.”

“Well, it’s true!” You laugh as you let go, snatching the boxes from him. Buck isn’t phased in the slightest, you have quite good slight of hand. He bends down to a low cabinet and he takes out this very large orange bowl you usually use to hand out Halloween candy in. You look at him and raise your eyebrow as you open a popcorn box, taking a package out. Buck laughs at your expression, sliding the bowl on to the counter near the microwave; near you, of course. You sigh and open the microwave, popping the first package inside of it and you shut the door, setting the timer and hitting start. You glance at the bowl and look back at him with more amusement. “Are you sure we’ll finish such a big bowl?”

Buck playfully scoffs and faces you, a shit eating grin on his face. “I’m a growing boy, y’know!”

“You’re 30.”

“So?”

You blink and start to laugh, grabbing on to the counter. Buck’s lips curl up into a smile, watching you lose yourself in a fit of laughter. Your laughter dies into a soft giggle before you turn to the fridge, opening it and grabbing two beers. “Usually I would want soda to set the mood, but I think we deserve a couple of beers tonight.”

Buck hums in response as begins to put away the rest of everything he had bought for the next weeks meals. “You think so?”

You smile and open the microwave after it beeped, signaling it’s done. You grab the corner of the popcorn bag and tear it open, dumping the steaming and pre-buttered popcorn into the bowl. “Yeah, I do.”

After a few minutes of popping multiple bags of popcorn, Buck makes a loud groan as he falls back onto the couch next to you, bowl of popcorn in his arm, wrapping the other around you. He grins at you, pure excitement in his eyes as he makes eye contact with you. “Are you ready to watch the scariest movie of your life?” He teases, situating the bowl partially on his leg, partially on yours. You laughs and wrap an arm around his torso, leaning into his warm body. His hand squeezes your shoulder and Buck kisses your temple. “Sure, sure..” You tease, grabbing the remote.

You turn the TV on and select a horror movie, pressing play.

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Buck truly thought you would be snuggling up to him, a trace of fear in your tone every time you spoke.

He could never so wrong.

“sHit!” He yells, his hand suddenly grabbing your shirt. The bowl of popcorn now in your lap as you shove handfuls in your mouth. You laugh and swallow some popcorn, glancing at him. “Wait- you’re scared?” You ask, your face and tone filled with amusement. “Fucking Evan Buckley, the man who literally walks through FIRES every week is scared of a little movie?”

Buck stutters, a nervous laugh leaving him. “What? I’m not sCar- wHAT IS THAT?!” He yells loudly, leaning into your body instead of the other way around. You throw your head back and let out a echoing laugh, one of your hands slapping the couch as you can’t contain yourself. “It’s not funny!” He screeches, scrambling for the remote to pause it. You let out a wheeze laugh and close your eyes, tears brimming at your lash lines due to laughing. “Okay!” You giggle, clearing your throat as you look at him. Your laughter begins to die down. “Okay, it’s not funny..!”

You make a blank expression for a split second and then you begin to crack up, your head reeling back so fast that the thought of whiplash vaguely comes to mind. Buck’s cheeks tint pink from semi-embarrassment and he grumbles, pushing you gently and playfully. “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want..”

You keep giggling as you ignore him pushing you and you move the bowl from your lap, wrapping your arms around Buck and pulling him into your chest. “Sorry, I know, it’s just so fucking funny, babe,” You say with a smile on your lips. Buck childishly mocks your tone as he wraps his arms around you, immediately relaxing. You rub his back before trailing up to scratch his scalp. “It’s not real, Buck. It’s fine.”

He hums in appreciation, closing his eyes to completely enjoy the moment. You snort and murmur, “Let’s just hope you remember to keep the closet door shut.”

His eyes shoot open and look at you, narrowing, yet he’s letting out a laugh. “[Name]!”

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anonymousmoth43 · 12 days

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The way Tommy is gently touching Buck's pulse point with two fingers to start the kiss is truly magical because here's the thing, Tommy was nervous. He didn't know if Buck would react well, he was gentle and even asked if it was okay right after but the fact he could feel Buck's heart start racing under his fingers is so important to me and after he felt it he moved his hand away.

#tommy kinard #evan buck buckely #9 1 1 spoilers #911 abc #I know he was jsut guiding him and not feel the heartbeat but let me have this #Ive made up a fake detail but it looks real enough that im calling it canon #Tuck #buck tommy #kinkley

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sluttyhenley · 1 year

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a soft place to land

Dumb Luck | Recovery

#911edit #911 on fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tvgifs #tvedit #*#9 1 1 #9 1 1 spoilers #buck x eddie #the couch saga continues

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1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam · 14 days

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Tommy telling Buck to call Eddie literally SECONDS after they kissed is giving the Lone Star crossover when Eddie rounds the firetruck into frame SECONDS after TK tells Buck he’s got a boyfriend

#buddie #911 spoilers #9 1 1 spoilers #911 abc #9 1 1 abc #911 abc spoilers #9 1 1 abc spoilers #tommy kinard #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tk strand #could it be more obvious?#i don’t think so #bucktommy

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vianbarnes · 6 days

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to me it makes perfect sense that when buck comes out to him, eddie doesn’t hesitate for a moment to be supportive. because he loves buck (to the core). so of course he’s gonna be supportive and he’s gonna make sure buck knows that everything is ok.

eddie is a little overwhelmed, he’s taking in a lot of information. he just learned something very important and unexpected about buck and that’s already enough to have him stop and think “oh, really?”. but buck didn’t go on a date with just some guy, did he? he went out with someone who he was also getting close to, and he had no idea. and let’s not forget that eddie was already going through a crisis of his own, which made buck’s confession hit even harder.

out of all these emotions, he choses to focus on the most important one: making sure buck feels safe and loved. accepted. and so he reassures him, he jokes around as he always does and then hugs him. that’s exactly what buck needs and so that’s what he does.

but what happens after that? what happens when eddie actually takes a moment to sit with this information? is he gonna start rethinking his relationship with buck (or even his interactions with tommy)? is he gonna realise that what he and buck have isn’t just a normal friendship? is he gonna wonder if he never saw buck that way because he didn’t think (or he didn’t know) he was an option? what then?

that’s what i wanna know.

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whitefluffyyeti · 14 days

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9-1-1 "Buck, bothered and bewilded"

#911edit #911 spoilers #911 season 7 #911 abc #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 on abc #9 1 1 spoilers

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unhealthy-amount-of-obsession · 1 year

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Buck left his apartment and made his way over to Eddie's couch.. the couch is a critical connection in establishing Buddie canon in this essay I will-

#911 on fox #911 fox #911 #9 1 1 spoilers #911 spoilers #i have never cared more about a couch in my life #buck is couch less #Eddie has a couch #eddie and chris ARE couch #its a metaphor #i have connected the dots #buddie

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strwbrrysauce · 11 days

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the bloody chin grab wasn’t scripted.

lou just went oh you know what would make this more queer and iconic? if i did the most ao3 shit of all time, grabbed his chin and tilted his head

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lampliekwoah · 14 days

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How am I supposed to sit here and do work when no one here knows that Evan Buckley is now canonically bisexual.

#911 spoilers #9 1 1 #911 abc #911 fox #spoilers #9 1 1 spoilers #my god i am still reeling #im so 😭#this is such an auspicious day #my little bi heart is exploding with the joy of representation #i might be being dramatic about it #LET ME HAVE THIS #*gross sobbing*

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meep-meep-richie · 1 year

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Guys whats this face?!😭

#i’m dying #look his eyes i cant #eddie ‘hearteyes’ diaz #eddie x buck #ryan guzman #9 1 1 spoilers #911 spoilers #911 #9-1-1 #911 s6 #911 6x13 #buddie #911 buddie #9-1-1 fandom #9-1-1 fox #tv: 911 #911 eddie

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mockerycrow · 1 year

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Only Tipsy (Buck x GN!Reader) - Pt. 2

GIF BY @cinematicnomad - masterlist

Summary: You’re apart of the 118 and you have an alcohol problem. Despite knowing you’re surrounded by people who care about you, you’re mortified from the thought of them knowing you’re struggling. [this is an x buck fic, but there’s love from everyone, including maddie.]

A/N: I realize this isn’t too much of a x buck fic so i might rename it.

WARNINGS: alcoholism, dark thoughts, mentioned self harm (non-graphic), angst, hurt/comfort, spoilers for the show.

PART TWO OF TWO - PART ONE HERE

The ride to your apartment was short, but for everyone, it felt like it took a million years, like God had somehow slowed time down and everything was moving slower than it actually was. Bobby taps his fingers against the steering wheel; he can’t help but be worried. This isn’t your usual behavior and what happened with Chim and Maddie with Doug, everyone can only assume the worst. You don’t exactly have a history like Maddie, but when someone is acting extremely unusual? Your darkest fears come out to play.

Bobby and Hen sit in the ambulance silently, riding along the road. Bobby was not going the speed limit at all, which is something Hen would usually lecture him for, but they’re in an emergency vehicle with the sirens and lights on. Perhaps they’re being a bit dramatic if nothing is actually wrong, but Hen can’t help but feel like something is.. very, very wrong. This dark and invading feeling inside of her gut is spreading through her torso to her fingers and she just can’t shake it. Hen’s phone vibrates in her pocket, so her fingers grab the edge and pull it out of her work pants. Hen unlocks her phone and sees Maddie texted her.

Maddie: nearly there. ru guys there yet??

Hen: not yet. eta 2 mins

Hen: something is very wrong. we took the ambulance

Maddie: hey we can’t assume the worst, ok?

Hen: can’t help it. my gut is screaming at me. they need to be ok, for their own sake. and maybe buck’s. he’s shitting himself back at the station

Maddie: he’s not with u?

Hen: no, it’s just me and bobby. chim, eddie and buck r back @ the station in case there’s a call. trust me, buck begged bobby but he wouldn’t let him

Hen looks up from her phone as the ambulance comes to a slow outside of your apartment. She glances at Bobby and they make eye contact as they unclip their seatbelts at the same time, hopping out of the ambulance. Hen grabs a medical duffle bag full of supplies. Hen quickly catches up with Bobby. A few feet away, Bobby makes eye contact with Maddie who’s shutting her car door, keys in hand. She fast walks towards them in such a motherly manner, worried etched across her face. Her eyebrows are pinched together; like she’s expecting the worst, despite what she just told Hen.

“Seems like we got here at the same time,” Maddie murmurs. “Let’s head inside.”

Bobby swallows his spit as he feels that panic bubble back up his throat, but he forces it back down. He needs to focus; for you, for buck, for himself.

The trio make their way inside of the lobby and head up to the fifth floor—your floor.

The walk down the hall was dreadful. Maddie doesn’t bother to knock, she just whips out the key you provided her; you provided your team with a key and you grew so close with Maddie, it only felt fitting she should have one, too. Her keys jingle as she inserts the key into your front doorknob and turns it, immediately opening the door.

The smell of alcohol is strong. It’s overwhelming, gross and all-consuming of your senses. Hen blinks away a few tears as she covers her mouth, walking inside. “Holy shit..” Hen mutters breathlessly. Your apartment is wrecked, there’s bottles everywhere, your carpet is stained with god knows what by this point, there’s crumpled up paper towels and paper plates strewn about, everything. “Oh my god.” Bobby mutters as Maddie walks inside, looking around worriedly, avoiding the bottles. “[Name]??” She calls, concern lacing her tone.

“I’ll go check her bedroom, go check the kitchen and bathroom.” Hen quips as she quickly walks through the apartment and down the hall. She coughs as she opens a few doors in the hall and peeping in, calling your name.

Of course, no one gets a response.

“In here!”

Maddie’s sound is heard from the living room and that’s where Bobby and Hen go.

“C’mon [Name], time to get up..” Maddie murmurs

You’re slumped against the wall, cradling the bottle. Bobby freezes and stares at your slumped over body; your sweaty skin, your hair sticking to your forehead. The front of your shirt is wet with sweat and alcohol. Maddie presses two fingers against your wrist. “Pulse is strong, but really fast. I think they’re dehydrated.”

Hen nods and takes a deep breath and bends down onto her knees. She takes out her small, white flashlight and peels open your bottom eyelids, shining the beam in your pupils and quickly moving it away, watching the reaction. “Pupil dilation is normal, but the whites of their eyes are red, the lowerlids are too light pink for my liking.”

Bobby swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I’ll get the shower going to get them to wake up and then Hen, you should start an IV.”

“Got it, Cap.” Hen replied, putting medical gloves on and already preparing the saline. “Help me pick them up,” Maddie says as she looks at Bobby. They maintain eye contact for a split second and communicate silently; communicate their worries, their concerns, their fears. Bobby walks closer and takes the bottle away from your arms and places it somewhere out of the way. He then hooks his arms under yours and picks your torso up, and Maddie quickly grabs your legs for easy transport. Bobby lets out a soft grunt and they take you to the bathroom.

Bobby then sits you down on the toilet seat, leaning your body against Maddie. She sniffles quietly and wraps an arm around you, hand cradling your face and brushing her thumb against it gently. Bobby forces himself to look away and he takes a slow deep breath before reaching over and turning the water on. He keeps it cold as he pulls the lever up and it transfers from your bathtub faucet to your shower head. “After the IV, I’ll call Buck.” Maddie says quietly, as if her voice will wake your alcohol-coma like state. Bobby nods without saying anything and he completely pries open the shower curtains. He sighs and grabs onto you along with Maddie, grunting, “Alright, in you go.”

They carefully put you in the tub, resting your head against the back of the tub wall. Bobby grabs the shower head and points it towards you, effectively soaking your clothes.

At first, you don’t wake up.

One second turns in to five, in to twenty, into sixty and suddenly your eyelids begin to flutter, a scratchy groan leaving your throat.

Both Maddie and Bobby let out breaths they didn’t know they were holding. You take a good ten seconds to realize you’re in the tub, your glazed over eyes looking around for anything to finally focus on. Your eyes meet Maddie’s and focus; her worried face coming into view.

“Maddie..” You croak, your eyebrows furrowing upwards as your eyes begin to burn with forming tears. You look at Bobby standing beside her and you open your mouth to speak but all that escapes from you is a harsh sob. You cover your water soaked face with your hands, your hair and clothes continuously being soaked with the freezing water. You clearly sobered up fast, and your heart was pounding. The room was spinning, your fingers buzzing with numbness. You couldn’t hear the water rushing anymore, but you felt a pair of strong arms help you out of the bathtub.

You open your eyes and cough as you see the blurry figures of Bobby and Maddie taking you back to the living room near the heater.

You blink and there’s a prick in your arm.

You blink and there’s hands on your face.

You blink and right in front of you is Buck, cupping your cheeks. Wait.. When did he get here?

“..hear me?” Buck’s shaky voice fades in. “Babe, can you hear me?”

You swallow your spit—there’s barely any, due to dehydration. “B.. Buck?”

He smiles, but the gesture doesn’t reach his eyes. He nods, kissing your damp forehead. “Yeah, I’m right here, [Name].”

You try to reach up to touch him but Maddie’s hand comes out of nowhere and gently presses my arm back down. “You have an IV for fluids in your arm, try not to bend your arm, okay?” Maddie’s voice is oh so gentle and loving and you can’t help but burst into tears again. Buck quickly pulls you close to your chest and you sob into his shirt, your tears dripping onto the fabric. “It’s alright, [Name],” Buck whispers to you. “Everything will be okay.. We’ll.. We’ll get you some help, alright? You aren’t alone..”

You just sob harder at that; you don’t think you deserve them, all of them. Buck, Maddie, Hen, Bobby.. They all came for you because they care, yet you feel so much guilt. “I’m- I’m sorry-“ You choke out, your shoulders shaking with a good amount of force from the sobs escaping your chest. “Y-you guys, you guys shouldn’tseemelikethis-“

“Hey, hey hey hey, breathe for us, okay?” Hen’s voice breaks through the air into your ears, making you turn your head to look at her. Buck’s heart breaks inside of his chest. It feels like his heart is crumbling and infecting the rest of his organs with hurt. You’re terribly sweaty, you’re crying which is most definitely dehydrating you further, your hair is mess, you have dark bags under your eyes—you aren’t doing well and Buck isn’t sure how he didn’t see it before.

You take a slow but shaky deep inhale, earning a smile from Hen. “That’s good, now another one..” Her hand grabs your shoulder gently as you follow her instructions. The sweet flow of oxygen makes your lungs ache, your fingertips feel fuzzy. You’ve never been so h grateful to breathe in the air.

Buck kisses your forehead gently, cradling you close as if letting you go means you’ll slip away forever.

“I’ve been in your same exact position, [Name].” Bobby says quietly. “I don’t know the exact reasonings for your drinking, but trust me, I will be there every step of the way. So will everyone else.”

You sniffle and nod as your eyes burn with more tears, but you quickly wipe them away. You feel so nauseous, so out of it, but Buck’s arms are warm and everyone else’s presence are like a soft blanket, keeping everything else at bay.

Maybe you can let them help. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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