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ruewrote · 8 months

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𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑.

PAIRING: evan buckley x fem!reader WARNINGS: blood, reader getting injured GENRE: angst, fluff SONG INSPIRATION: departure by jaron WORD COUNT: 1.1k

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you had just finished shutting the doors of the ambulance, giving it two loud bangs for them to drive before re-joining the crew.

"another great save guys, good job!" bobby says as he pats eddie on the back, walking over to ready the engine.

"god im hungry!" he blurted out and you just laugh, "what?"

"i just seriously don't understand how you're hungry after all of that," if anything you felt incredibly nauseous.

that's when you felt the sharp hot pain in your side, suddenly finding it hard to stand, it had become apparent that your adrenaline had worn off.

falling to your knees as you cried out in agony. your hands pressed to the hurt area, pulling it back to find your hand soaked in your own blood.

buck worriedly rushed to your side, his hands gently pushed your shoulders back so you laid out flat on the ground. only to find the cause of your discomfort was a large piece of glass was sticking out of your stomach through your jacket.

his first thought was to curse you as you had recklessly climbed through the windshield when you helped the young woman out of the recent car wreck, only for her to be okay and for you to get injured yourself.

he rummaged through his medical bag for something to stop the bleeding, struggling but finally found the right supplies. using his teeth to rip open the packaging before putting pressure around the glass making you groan out in pain.

"i know, i know sweetheart. you're gonna be okay." no words left you just sharp little breaths as you lightly gripped onto bucks arm, trying to give him some sort of reassurance.

he screamed out for the rest of the team, voice breaking as tears streamed down his face. the glass was deep like really deep, all evan could think about was you and if anything had been nicked internally.

bobby and eddie ran over to the two of you, you could hear one of them call for another ambulance as soon as possible. something about a firefighter down, but all you could focus on was how cold you had gotten.

"buck i don't feel s-so goo-d..." for the first time in a long time you were afraid.

"they're on their way, you gotta hold on for me, please!" he begged as he smoothed the hair that had fallen across your face with his spare shaking hand, the other still tightly pressed against your wound.

shakily you lifted your hand to brush his tears, your thumb very slowly caressing his cheek. "you'll be oka.."

the pain was all too much, it was too difficult to keep your eyes open. evan shook your face, "no. no you've got to stay awake! i can't lose you." he shouted, as eddie pulled him away from you. the paramedics put you on the gurney rushing you into the back of the vehicle immediately hooking you up to multiple medications.

bobby and buck shared a look, the captain gave him a swift nod, that's all it took for him to jump into the seat next to you. grabbing a hold of your hand, squeezing it tightly in his own as you made your way to the hospital.

beep. beep. beep.

your vision was blurred as you opened your eyes, first seeing the heart monitor and the dark sky that peaked out from behind the wonky blinds. the hospital was quiet, a little too quiet for your liking.

you turned to your other side, finding a sleeping evan in what looked like the most uncomfortable chair with a blanket wrapped around his body.

a smile tugged at your lips, he stayed with you. your smile soon fell realising the last thing he saw of you conscious was you nearly bleeding out in his arms.

readjusting yourself was harder than you thought, grunting at the pain, holding your side.

buck woke up startled, jumping up to help you lay back down.

"that was one way to get your attention," you laugh before wincing.

"you've got to be careful, that glass got you good." he says as he straightened out your blanket.

he was trying to not show his worry, you had known him far too long to see through that. "buck, buckley!" you whisper yelled, grabbing his hand, pulling him close to you the best that you could.

everything fell still. his bigger hand intertwined with yours.

"i was so worried," his voice wobbled, it was only loud enough for you to hear.

"i should've stopped you, if i did you wouldn't be here right now."

you squeezed his hand, looking up at him. "you know you couldn't have stopped this, ev."

tugging on his hand to bring him closer to you, shuffling over in your bed, patting the small amount of space next to you. "hop in?" you questioned with a smile.

"there's no way there is enough room on that thing for the both of us!" he exclaimed

"well you better squeeze in then."

and so he did, your bodies pressed up against one another. only after buck extensively checked that he wasn't hurting you or laying on any tubes.

you were now both settled face-to-face, hearing nothing but each others breaths and the beating of your machine. your heart rate elevated when he leaned in closer to run his fingers through your hair.

feeling your face heat up, closing your eyes, embarrassed how a simple action could do that to you, let alone him being able to hear it. the sound of him chuckling worried you. but the feeling of him going back to gently brushing the stray hairs out of your face comforted you.

"i know we deal with close calls every single day, but i... god. all i could think about when they took you away was all the things i hadn't told you yet."

your eyebrows furrowed and eyes reopened, "what things?"

"uh, well things like 'i love you' and also to let you know that 'you stink'," he laughed as you playfully punched him in the arm.

"hey, ow!"

"took you long enough." you exaggeratedly sighed whilst trying to keep a straight face.

"you knew?!" he exclaimed as he sat up still looking for answers.

laughing at his reaction as you held your bandage, "no, you c'mere!"

he scooped you up in his arms, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, laughter now gone. he leaned in close, his lips brushed softly against yours. smiling into the kiss you pulled him closer to you.

you stayed like that for a while, cuddling, kissing and talking. that soon came to a stop when you fell asleep listening to evan's voice, he only realised this mid ramble. pulling the covers up over you, closing his eyes, slowly wrapping his arms around you. not before giving you a kiss on the forehead of course.

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911prompts · 2 months

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In the late 1990s, Filipp and Margarita Buckley, along with their two living children Madeline and Ivan, move from their home country of Belarus to Philadelphia, PA, USA. The country was going through massive political changes after the declaration of independence from USSR and the couple made the hard decision to leave their homeland.

The first years after moving were hard, their language not spoken much (if at all) in Philadelphia. Eventually, Filipp is able to secure a well paying job in the smaller town of Hershey, and the family finally start to really settle into their new home.

The family speak more and more English at home, and the kids start to adjust - even starting to go by americanized versions of their names (their mother certainly has lots to say about that, but as they grow older and more independent, there's really only so much she can do).

By the time both children are grown, Buck and Maddie tend to only use their native language with their parents and at work when a translator is rarely needed.

Somehow, the topic of their immigration never came up in Los Angeles. Both Buck and Maddie had Russian and Belarusian written as other languages on their city contracts, but once they went through training for their jobs, it never really came up again.

Until one day the 118 is called to assist in an apartment fire and find a distressed woman trying to get another firefighter to understand her russian. Buck reacts immediately and cuts off the other firefighter's attempt of trying to understand the woman by his own russian spoken in a calm and direct voice.

Buck manages to get the location of the woman's family in the burning building and the 118 is able to rescue them before it's too late.

In hindsight, Buck supposes it probably would have been nice for his friends to have a head's up on his background, but the looks and reactions of the 118 after Buck speaking Russian, well, it was gonna keep a smile on his face for a while.

inspiration links under the cut ;)

Dr Mike's story of moving to America

Buckley surname origin from Russia (can't find the one about Belarus anymore)

Mila Kunis on speaking russian to help a stranger on Punk'd

LAFD bilingual firefighters policy

#this has been on my mind ever since i discovered dr mike ngl #this is such a niche idea but yall i hope you want this as much as me #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 au #911 on fox #911 prompts #911 fanfic #911 fanfic prompts #911 #911 fanfic prompt #911 prompt #911 fox #911 abc #911 on abc #911 fanfics #911 fanfiction

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papabearbobbynash · 1 month

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I so agree with you on how people often use Chris as a prop to/for Buddie in fics! People also often don’t even write Chris properly! Like that boy doesn’t run. Yes, he has his own way of walking fast or hurriedly as we saw during Eddie’s breakdown when Chris was scared and worried about his dad, but he doesn’t run like "normal" kids, and I often find fics that erase or ignore his CP.

It’s quite frustrating with some fics as they either ignore Chris’ disability and has him running in a normal way and a multitude of other bad/incorrect things/ways.

I will say though that there are some good fanfics out there and a massive kudos to those people!!💕 but more people should think twice about how they write Chris!

# Christoper Diaz deserves to be written better in fanfic’s!!!

Hi nonnie.

Exactly as you said, it's really frustrating the way some people write Christopher be by making him a prop or by neglect his disability.

Chris deserves to be his own character, with his own development and not some plot tool for the writer to get on the part they most want.

#911 fanfics #christopher diaz #answered

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lemurarchive · 10 months

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Fic #2 911

Title: A Family To Cling To

Author: soft_satan

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 1,620 (reference - The Hunger Games has 99,750)

Summary:

“What happened?” Bobby demands, feeling Athena’s hand settle on his shoulder. “Where are my men?” “There was a sniper. Diaz was shot.” All the air leaves Bobby’s lungs. ... Athena and Bobby put their problems aside to take care of Buck coda for 4x13

My notes: I love parental Bobby. I love parental Bobby and adopted-son Buck SO MUCH. This fic does such a nice job of comfort and the current relationship between the two along with their pasts. The line about Bobby not knowing if Eddie is alive based on Buck's reaction while he's cleaning him up is easily my favorite as it's so skillfully written and just heartbreaking.

#911 #parental bobby nash #parental athena grant #father-son relationship #hurt/comfort #911 sniper #buck and bobby #buck and athena #family dynamics #one-shot #mother-son relationship #911 fanfics #emotional whump #dissociation #shock

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imakatperson22 · 9 days

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Eddie: Kicks the 3rd woman he’s dated out of his house because of repressed catholic guilt after avoiding having sex with her.

Buck: absolutely flailing as a baby disaster bisexual and sending his date running for the hills before they even finish their meal.

Chris, “out of town” somewhere, sitting on a curb and smoking a cigarette: Jesus Christ, these two fucking idiots…

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aromanticbuck · 11 days

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AITA for coming out at my sister's wedding?

I (32M) recently realized I'm bisexual and I have my first bf (45M), he's a rescue helicopter pilot (this will be relevant later). I'm out to my sister (41F) and my coworkers, including her husband, who I have worked with for years, but not to my parents or most of the other guests. Everyone has joked that I'm a little too close to my best friend (32M), and we might as well get married, but he's straight and has a gf. They're not relevant to this story, but to give context to how much my sexuality probably shouldn't be a surprise, even if it took me by surprise.

I told my sister and her husband I was bringing a plus one, and they both knew my bf, they were supportive of it because he makes me really happy.

Everything kind of started at the bachelor party. It was just me, my brother-in-law, and my best friend, and we did the usual stuff. We stayed a night in a hotel, went out to get drunk, sang some karaoke at our usual spot. It should have been a super chill night. Until my best friend and I lost the groom??? But it way more stressful than The Hangover makes it look.

He'd been taken by these guys who tried to kill him (no, I don't know why) and we didn't realize he was missing until less than an hour before the wedding. My mom kind of threw a fit about us being late, and then blamed me for losing the groom, which is kind of a normal reaction from her. My dad didn't yell as much but again, this is a normal reaction, I'm kind of the disappointment child. Basically, we had to find my brother-in-law because he still needed to marry my sister.

Before anyone worries: they did get married. He's fine. The hospital says they're discharging him tomorrow to go home. They're gonna reschedule their honeymoon so he's well enough to enjoy it.

Long story short, it turned into a rescue mission, and driving would have taken too long, and my best friend suggested we ask my bf to borrow his helicopter again (long story, but we had to borrow him for something a few months ago, it's how we met!) so I asked him for the favor. My mom asked who he was, since my best friend just used his name, and I told her he's my boyfriend, and she freaked out about it.

When we go to the hospital with my brother-in-law, my parents both yelled at and scolded me for taking attention away from the biggest day of my sister's life by pulling some "stunt" with my bf (to SAVE my brother-in-law from being violently murdered), and I think my dad somehow grounded me?

AITA?

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babytrapperdiaz · 1 year

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a late entry, but heavy contender for tik tok of the year

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fitzsimp · 10 months

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i am ready to THROW HANDS with whoever is fucking up ao3 rn

ao3 volunteers ily thank u for ur service

#tarlos #911 lone star #agents of shield #fitzsimmons #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #gallavich #shameless #narlie #heartstopper #nick and charlie #evak #skam #wilmon #young royals #malec #shadowhunters

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clolou28 · 1 year

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hello

I'm looking for 2 911 fanfiction (I don't know if I should ask the question here)

- the first: Eddie Diaz is in a psychiatric hospital and buck is his nurse, eddie ends up escaping by setting fire and they find themselves several months later as firefighters

-the second: after the proces, buck takes a vacation. He misses his plane which crashes. Everyone thinks he's dead because he turned off his phone

thanks a lot for your help

#911 fanfics

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r1cekr1sp1es1 · 13 days

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im so glad they highlighted buck figuring out his sexuality not being tommy’s responsibility.

#911 #911 abc #911 fanfic #911 season 7 #911 show #911 spoilers #evan buckley #tommy kinard

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nights-are-better · 1 month

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now repeat after me:

"im not going to send hate to the writers or actors if i don’t get the canon ship i want, and i won’t go start petty little fights online either"

just enjoy the show (or film this isn’t universal go the wee woo fandom) and not ruin it for the rest

#911 abc #911 show #911 #buddie #ryan guzman #oliver stark #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom #please don’t be toxic #we don’t take toxicity in this house hold

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ruewrote · 10 months

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𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.

PAIRING: evan buckley x fem!reader WARNINGS: no warnings GENRE: just pure fluff SONG INSPIRATION: starry eyed by ellie goulding WORD COUNT: 544

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you were grateful for days like these, where the sun shone brightly against the material of your curtains. the sound of light snoring beside you making a smile tug at the corners of your lips.

looking over to find a very asleep evan, half of his face smooshed into the pillow he laid on.

there weren't many times you actually get to see him this relaxed, only when he slept or when he was just simply in your company.

as much as he was your big strong boyfriend, he reminded you more of a golden retriever.

you took this time that you had to trace over his features with your fingertips. starting by lightly running your fingers through his unkempt hair then making your way over to his cheeks.

your thumbs gently brushing against the skin, going over a few faded scars in the process, moving over his prominent smile lines.

ugh if there was anything you loved the most it was this mans smile, it was so contagious and when you're the one to make him smile? oh god, you felt like you were going to turn into a puddle right then and there.

you had decided you had done enough admiring and it was time for him to wake up, so you did what you do best and attacked him with tiny little kisses all over his face, starting with his forehead, then his nose, to his cheeks and lastly next to his lips.

"buck..." you whispered close to his ear, he groaned at the loss of contact, but smiled when he heard your voice but still didn't open his eyes.

"why'd you stop? i was enjoying that," he whined as he stretched, making you laugh. quickly giving into his request by lightly stroking up and down his arm, making him sigh happily.

finally opening his eyes looking at you, "hi baby,"

"hi hon, how'd you sleep?"

"really good except the fact that i was literally melting last night since we're both always so warm, but i didn't want to let go of you, you're so comfy."

he looped the arm that wasn't underneath his pillow around you, bringing you even closer to him, if that was even possible. so you were now truly sandwiched between evan and the bed.

you loved the days the two of you both had off work, since it meant that you didn't have to leave the bed. just lay there wrapped up in each others arms, kissing and doing other very...productive activities too.

lifting your hand back on his cheek as you looked at his face, your thumb once again finding itself caressing your lovers cheek stopping as you leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his lips.

a grin stretching on his own as you pulled away only far enough to dip your face into the crook of his neck.

"i really love you, buck."

"i love you too sweetheart."

and you proceeded to do just that into the later years of your lives, as you fought fires and saved others together. as you scolded each other when either one of you landed yourselves in the hospital for a couple of weeks or longer. no matter how mad you were, you'd always love one another.

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amidnightjen · 11 months

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“A toothbrush?” Hen repeats, eyebrows high and tone extremely dubious.

“A toothbrush,” Eddie confirms.

“Your girlfriend broke up with you because of a toothbrush?” Ravi clarifies, he’s not the only one seeking that clarification either, Eddie can tell he beat Chim to the question only because he didn’t have his mouth full.

“Yes,” Eddie confirms (again), sounding a little more disgruntled this time about it.

Chim finally swallows his mouthful to ask, “Is this like a metaphor?”

Eddie shrugs. “I don’t know.” And he doesn’t, that’s the thing. He’s got no damn idea why a toothbrush (of all things) had Marisol breaking things off before they’d even really gotten started.

“I’m going to need more than this,” Hen says. “What kind of toothbrush?”

Exasperated, all Eddie can say is, “I don’t know - a toothbrush.”

“I mean,” Chim says thoughtfully, “did she not like the colour? Were the bristles too hard? Maybe it wasn’t about the toothbrush but the toothpaste on the brush - do you have weird toothpaste taste?”

That earns Chim a confused look from everyone but he just shrugs which Eddie finds fair because he honestly doesn’t know. “I don’t have weird toothpaste,” Eddie defends.

“I like your toothpaste,” Buck announces, dropping down into the chair beside Eddie. “Why are we talking about Eddie’s toothpaste?”

“We’re talking about Eddie’s toothbrush,” Hen clarifies and even as she does, she looks like she can’t believe that’s a sentence she’s found herself saying.

“Eddie’s toothbrush?” Buck repeats, sounding just as confused as when he thought they were talking about toothpaste.

“Not my toothbrush,” Eddie groans. “It wasn’t even mine!”

“Wait,” and this comes from Bobby who looks as though he can’t believe he’s joining in this conversation, “Marisol broke up with you because of Christopher’s toothbrush?”

“Marisol broke up with you?” Buck says, “Sorry man.”

Eddie waves off Buck’s words, he’s not all that broken up about it honestly, just genuinely stuck on how a toothbrush could possibly be reason enough to break up with someone. “No it wasn’t Chris’ toothbrush, Jesus.”

“I’m so confused,” Buck said.

“Me too,” added Ravi.

But Hen, Hen had a look on her face and there was a note in her voice he couldn’t identify as she asked, “Whose toothbrush was it?”

“Buck’s.”

And Eddie has no idea why that is suddenly explanation enough for everyone.

Well except Buck.

#may writing challenge #911 fanfic #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #firefam #henrietta wilson #chimney han #ravi panikkar #bobby nash #implied buddie #implied pre-relationship buddie

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smilingbuckley · 1 month

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Inside Bobby’s office is a man dressed in a suit. He’s standing, looking out the window, and turns when he hears Buck close the door behind them. “Firefighters Buckley and Diaz, I presume.”

“Why is my name always first?” Buck mumbles to Eddie. Eddie nudges him because now is not the time. This looks serious.

“That’s us, what’s going on?” Eddie asks. He glances at Bobby who is sitting in his seat with his arms crossed, a disappointed look on his face. Now Eddie is starting to get seriously worried. Did something happen with Christopher? Or did they do something wrong at a call without realising?

“My name is Jason McKinley,” the man says, holding out his hand to shake theirs. Eddie does, feeling a little numb. He waits for the man– Jason to continue. “We have been made aware that you’ve been keeping your relationship from us.”

Eddie glances at Buck, “You’re seeing someone?”

“I’m not?” Buck sounds just as confused, “You are?”

“No,” Eddie responds. “Not since Marisol.”

“This isn’t a joke,” Bobby speaks up. He almost sounds angry. “Lying to HR, keeping a serious relationship from them, that’s breaking the rules. It’s a serious offense.”

“But we’re not lying about anything?” Buck answers, though it sounds more like a question. “What the hell is going on?”

“You can give up the act,” Jason says, “As of now, you are both under review. We are looking into all the calls of the past several months to determine if you’re fit to work together. However, since you broke the rules, there will be consequences. This will go into your files, promotions will be difficult.”

First snippet of the 'didn't know they were dating' fic I teased yesterday (which blew up, damn). Still trying to decide whether I will keep it for Buddie Week or will post it asap

Taglist: @tizniz @chaosandwolves @mattsire @loveyouanyway @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings @watchyourbuck @diazsdimples

#911 #evan buckley #buddie #eddie diaz #911 fanfic #buddie fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #snippet

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lemurarchive · 10 months

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Fic #5 911

Title: In the wake of

Author: hellskitchensmurdock

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2,352 (reference - The Hunger Games has 99,750)

Summary:

Buck barely has time to tell Bobby everything's fine before he's falling forward. It goes from there.

My notes: Tsunami fic but at the field hospital. Such a good fic. Everytime I read it I'm just reminded how good it is and while everything about it is a great sickfic and hurt/comfort in general, how the author chose to do the flashback noise (at least on mobile, I assume on desktop as well) fits SO WELL. A unique and incredibily effective stylistic choice that changes the whole tone in my opinion. Love. Also love me some good Buck and Hen.

#911 fanfics #911 Tsunami #Buck and Hen #emotional whump #whump #hurt/comfort #disorientation #exhaustion

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slycopersicum-in-disguise · 2 months

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If anyone is thinking "oh but everyone will be writing a 'Buck and Eddie wake up married at Chim's Vegas bachelor party' fic, they won't want my version", we do. We so want it. There can never be too many Woke Up Married fics.

Pleeeease

#911 on abc #911 abc #911 fox #911 on fox #evan 'buck' buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #buddie #ship: buddie #911 fanfic #911 season 7 #911 s7 spoilers #911 spoilers

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