#fr. eddie & hen

[laylawatermelon]

Oliver Stark really manifested (w/Ryan) a relationship for the ages and a bisexual/gay character plotline.

They were like you can't stop these heart eyes and lustful looks!

And I respect it.

They were like WE WANT THE QUEERS TOO!

#911 abc #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #oliver stark #ryan guzman #hen has more queer friends #you know what they say about birds of a feather #but fr it's so funny to think about #lgbtqia #bi disaster buck #bisexual

[laurennnnn21]

the silence of the waiting room was killing Buck, well other than the buzzing coming from his phone.

Taylor Kelly

was the name on his phone. Buck immediately pressed decline and shut off his phone.

he needed someone talking, not Taylor though. anyone but Taylor. she just wanted the story out of him. she always did ever since they broke up that was the only time she'd contact him. normally it was fine, but not now. not when Eddie was hurt.

a three story, burnt house collapsed on top of him. Eddie heard movement and wanted to check one more time, even though Buck had insisted they got everyone out he knew deep down Eddie needed that reassurance, and listened to him when Eddie had told him to leave.

he shouldn't have. he shouldn't have left. he should've forced Eddie out of that house. it was his fault. thats all Buck could think.

as soon as Buck's feet hit the road in front of the house, it had started to collapse. there was no time to rush into the house and save him. but yet thats what they started to do.

the house was already collapsed but Bobby, Chim, Hen and Buck worked efficiently together to get to their friend.

pushing and pulling at different parts of the house to get to the man. when they did it was horrible. he was unconscious, bloody and just... broken.

there were cuts and bruises all over him already and they knew even through his turnout coat. a piece of glass from a chandelier (most likely) was stuck in his shoulder where he had been shot, and in his stomach. his leg was broken and ripped through his pants.

they slipped a back board under him, carefully.

"he has a pulse but its incredibly weak." Chim said, his voice breaking a little, as he looked up at Bobby.

"Alright, Buck help me carry him to the gurney. ready on three." Bobby said, staying as calm as he could, as the two men started to lift him and bring him to the ambulance.

as they placed him on the gurney, Chimney checked again, "No pulse, starting compression's Hen!" Chimney had said, lifting himself onto the gurney to start the compression's, Hen climbed into the ambulance and everyone was lifting the gurney to get Chim and Eddie in.

"Buck, Buck! C'mon your driving." Bobby said, having to physically pull Buck by his jacket.

Buck drove as fast as he could, trying to make it to the nearest hospital which was 13 minutes away, quicker than ever.

that was his "best friend" back there. he wasn't going to stay dead because Buck didn't drive them to the hospital in time. he had already been dead for around a minute because of having to carry him to the ambulance, no way was he going to have Eddie dead for 14 minutes or even forever. not on his watch.

as soon as the ambulance was in front of the ER, he had rushed out, seeing Chimney still doing compression's. now it was in the ER's hands, they passed the glass doors with them, silently praying when they heard a male doctor say, "I've got a pulse!"

Chim let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, leaning into Hen.

the four of them wrapped their arms around one another, Bobby holding himself together as best as he could for his team, while Chim, Hen and Buck all had let some tears slip, no matter how hard they tried to hold them back.

now they were waiting in the waiting room in the ER, Maddie was their because she heard from Chimney and wanted to check on everyone, she had brought Jee and food plus good coffee, and Carla unfortunately had to tell Christopher.

Athena was on her way to the ER, as she was getting off her shift, and Bobby was impatiently pacing around the waiting area.

they hadn't heard anything in HOURS.

which only made everyone more worried.

Athena rushed into the ER, placing a soft kiss on her husband's lips before asking, "How's Eddie, have you guys heard anything yet?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders. "seriously! nothing? he's been in surgery for what like, like five hours at this point!" Athena said annoyed.

another hour passes by before a doctor is finally at the waiting room ready to tell everyone how hes doing.

Buck had basically shot up from his seat as he saw the woman enter.

the woman introduced herself as nurse Johnson and confirmed she was there for Eddie Diaz's friends. "Eddie was put into a medically induced coma for his safety, we are hoping to bring him out of it in the next couple of days, but surgery went very well. it was a hard surgery as he had a dislocated shoulder and broke his wrist, his left lung had partially collapsed and his leg was very much broken and he bruised his hips. thankfully though he had you guys to save him." she spoke.

"can we see him?" Buck asked, worried.

"of course. follow me." nurse Johnson spoke, leading them to his ICU room.

Eddie looked horrible, his arm in a sling the other in a cast to his elbow, his leg in a cast and was incubated to keep him breathing.

Part 2?!?!?!

#buddie #evan buckley #buck x eddie #maddie buckley #chimney han #hen wilson #bobby nash #athena grant #911 fox #eddie diaz #buddie fic #part 2???? #i love torturing myself #and you guys #soulmates fr

[inutaffy]

.2 seconds into meeting eddie and i already know they set yall up

#do i know if buck eddie is canon absolutely not but i can infer theyre not #i do know that this is s2 ep1 and buck's ex gf (i guesss) is in ireland for months #and that sets him up for a new love interest #and the conversation previous to eddie's apperence (bc im pretty sure this is the infamous one and only) #was ab the firefighter calender and hen buck captain and chim were all talking ab it and the guys said theyre going up for it #and well listen chimney says thats one beautiful man or sum and hen said yeah. and i like girls and buck turned around real slow and its a #a fucking cut of eddie putting his shirt on #now my prediction is this is gonna start as a rivalry bc only one firefighter from each station gets to be in the magazine #buck is 100 percent signaled out rn bc he was the only one who have to turn his body to look and the only one currently available #i KNOW they set yall (the fandom) up fr . im not stupid #sure im reaching a little bit but who cares im gonna be right arent i #and idk what eddies personality is like but either hes gonna not care or hes gonna piss buck off on purpose lets see

[dearhargrove]

thirty feet under

Evan Buckley x reader

summary The last thing you expected to see on the news tonight is Eddie trapped under 30 feet of mud with your husband desperately trying to get him out. Knowing how reckless he could get, you drive there after informing Bobby and have a talk with Buck.

word count 4734

tags basically s3 e15, reader and Buck are married, fluff, and hurt :<

a/n I dunno I was just sad watching that episode like the way Buck was immediately trying to dig Eddie up? I'm crying actually. I love these two fr. Yeah wtv I just needed to write something where Buck isn't suffering lmao 😭

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You've been following the news ever since you first saw that the 118 was at the scene of the small boy trapped in the well. You had nothing better to do, and if you had the chance to watch your husband work? You took it.

What you weren't expecting almost an hour ago was the drastic changes and complications arising as they tried getting Hayden - the trapped boy - out.

The obnoxious news reporter is talking about the weather and what's happening but you've stopped listening long ago. Your eyes were transfixed onto the background where Eddie was getting ready to go down the second tunnel they'd made in order to reach the boy safely.

However, something wasn't right. You don't know if it's Hen’s nervous expression or the overall unease of the team that carries through the screen, but something feels off.

You bury your hands in your hair as you continue to watch. The rain is pouring hard, the mud seems to be making everything worse and there were more firefighters arriving at the scene by the minute.

You're basically praying when the cameraman zoomes past the news reporter and onto Eddie as he's being let down into the hole. Evan is behind the winch, brows furrowed. You could see it on his face too; noone in the team seemed to be happy with this.

Considering they were letting one of their own down a 30 foot drop without fully knowing how stable the ground was, you understood.

For the first time since the broadcast started the blonde is quiet, microphone held at her chest as she watches and waits to see what's going to happen.

You're quite literally on the edge of your seat, knees pressing into the couch table as your hands press together anxiously. You trusted Bobby. He would never allow a plan to go through if it wasn't thoroughly planned and ensured at least a certain amount of safety to his team.

Nevertheless, your eyes move to Buck. He's clenching the remote control of the winch so tight in his hands you're sure if the material weren't as slippery from the rain he would've broken it. He doesn't just look stressed anymore but anxious.

That's a look you don't see often; he's confident and stubborn (arguably stupid and reckless). If he does something he commits to it and he's sure of it. But right now? He's the opposite. Bobby has a hand on his shoulder and you're thankful for his sensitivity to Buck’s feelings, the silent comforting visibly (to you - who could read Evan like an open book) helping him.

“Come on,” you chant under your breath as minutes pass. How could this be taking so long? Wasn't there a limited amount of time Eddie could be down there? You're sure he was wearing an oxygen tank and you remember Evan talking about the limited time that posed.

“And what is that- the rope has seemingly snapped! Neither the boy or the firefighter of the 118 is back up,” the news reporter is almost yelling now and you're thankful for her awful screeching voice as it had made you listen to what she's saying.

Wait. Did she say the rope snapped?

You frown and stand up, unable to keep sitting as you spot Evan’s devastated look as he discusses something with Chim. Oh goodness. This isn't happening. Why is the rope the only thing coming back up?

“The weather is getting worse as the firefighters decide to send down a second one, hoping this time the rope works. We're expecting a thunderstorm and the rain will continue-” you blend her out again as you see Chimney now in Eddie's spot.

“Jesus,” you mumble. He's down in a second, everyone moving even faster than before. Evan had his fists stemmed on his hip, watching the descent of his friend. Knowing him as well as you did, you're almost one hundred percent sure Buck had discussed going down instead - no doubt being shut down by either Hen or Bobby.

You couldn't help but feel glad he hadn't been the one as you could continue keeping your eyes on him.

It's Bobby's eyes which widen first, jaw dropping. Next follow Hen and lastly Evan. There, secured on the rope is Chim with a tiny boy wrapped in some kind of foil that would help him get his body temperature up again. His mother is crying as she welcomes him back into her arms, your lips quirking into a smile at the wholesome scene.

Now only Eddie was missing.

The 118 was discussing something in the back when you decide to text Bobby, seeing Evan being reprimanded by said man.

I'll come over and stay out of the way - just gotta make sure Buck does nothing too stupid…

You text the captain and receive a thumbs up emoji a moment later. You grab your phone, keys and wallet before hurrying to your car and driving there.

When you arrive your glad for the raincoat you'd picked, pulling it tight around your body as you try finding a spot where you wouldn't be in anyone's way.

You find it soon enough, and the first thing you notice is something akin to an argument breaking out between Hen and your husband. You sigh and hope he wouldn't do anything reckless, because by God that was his specialty. Bobby pats his shoulder more aggressively than necessary and points in your direction.

Buck turns around and when he spots you his face practically melts; excusing himself as he jogs over to the fence you'd decided to stand.

“How is it going? Where is Eddie?” You ask almost immediately and Evan sighs heavily before frowning again. You press your thumb against his forehead and smooth out the worry wrinkles, him already so used to the gesture he barely notices.

“He's- he's trapped. He cut his rope for some reason and we can't reach him over the radio. We're sending someone else down to see what happened down there.”

You curse and slide your hand to rest on his cheek. His skin is cold and wet from the rain and you're certain he caught a cold by now.

“You're not going,” you say. It's a question and demand at the same time; you trust him to do the right thing but he easily becomes reckless. He didn't like when you pointed it out, but it was true. It had gotten you two into an argument more than a handful of times but he never ceased to be stubborn when on a call.

“What do you mean? Of course I'm going, Eddie's down there!” He huffs and stiffens, leaning away from your hand on his face in the same notion. “Evan,” you start and he looks up from his feet and into your eyes, the pleading look in his eyes making you melt a little.

“I know you're capable of doing this but-”

“No! I'm capable so why shouldn't I?” He interrupts and you unhappily note the reporter approaching. You glare at him before putting on a fake smile when the woman stops in front of the two of you.

“Do you have a minute?” She asks and you almost roll your eyes at the flirty tone she regards your husband with.

He smiles shortly and excuses himself, looking at you meaningfully before going back to the rest of his team. She turns to you and before you can escape she starts talking, the camera right in your face. Great. You'd been ready for bed when you decided to drive here (and look accordingly) and now you're on national news.

“How do you know him? What did you talk about? There seemed to be some tension.” She makes an oohing noise and this time you can't contain your eye roll. “I was simply talking to my husband. Now excuse me please,” you see the shocked look on her face and she nervously adjusts her hair before turning back to the camera.

“Evan Buckley!” You say loud enough that not only Bobby but Hen and Chim turn around as well, eyebrows raised in surprise at your presence. The one you actually addressed was currently busy getting into a harness.

You stand behind him, mumbling thanks to Bobby when he steadies you as your feet slip on the mud and wet ground. “What do you think you're doing?”

Buck looks at you over his shoulder, red goggles on his face and similar gear to what Eddie had worn. “My job,” he grunts and you sigh exasperatedly. “I see that, I have two eyes.” Frankly you didn't want to be this upset. He wasn't special as in he should get special treatment; the team risked their lives daily all the same.

But you were scared. You'd seen it many times; he'd get an idea and pull through with it, no matter what anyone says or what the odds are. It simply pisses you off that he never thinks of anyone else.

He acts like no one cares whether he lives or dies and that's what's really bothering you, once again as he is getting ready to go down.

The desperation must be visible on your face because Bobby's comforting hand moves to your shoulder and you exhale and look at him, lips quivering.

“I'm sorry I shouldn't be bothering here, I don't know what came over me.” You apologize and suck up the tears stemming from foreboding fear.

He shakes his head, “It's okay, you know we'll tell you if you're in the way.” You nod and wrap your arms around yourself, ready to at least tell Buck you loved him before he went down.

You flinch at the Crack of the thunder. And then there's white sparks everywhere as the lightning strikes the crane, causing the LED lights to fail and cast everything in darkness. There's screaming and you just barely see Buck unclasping his harness before his arms wrap around your waist and he throws himself backward.

You scream as you cling to his arm, utterly confused until the crane creaks horribly and starts falling. It looks and feels as if it's in slow motion but it gets faster the closer it comes and then it lands on the earth with a loud booming sound.

You heave in shock at the whole thing until Buck let's go of you and runs the few steps to the well.

And that's when you see it. Your face falls and your pulse accelerates when there's not one or two holes but none. Someone to your left yells that the ground collapsed and over the ringing in your ears you see Buck kneeling over the spot as he claws at the mud, screaming in vain.

You whimper when the realization comes that Eddie is still down there. Under pounds if not tons of earth with no way out. You Clasp a hand over your mouth as tears fall down your face. Eddie would make it, you convince yourself in order to calm down enough to think rationally - especially to be there for who needed you most right now.

“Baby, come on, you'll save him but you need to come this isn't safe,” you urge as you tug at Bucks shoulders. He resists, muscles straining as he keeps digging only for every hole he makes to be filled with more mud. “Evan, please,” you cry and he snaps out of it, heavily breathing as he turns around to look at you.

He's crying and you can see the pure desperation and fear replaying on his face. “Inside! We need to discuss plans!” Bobby yells and makes a motion with his hand before all of the remaining 118 hurries after him and into the house.

“Let's go, yeah? They're thinking of a way to find him,” you repeat to your devastated husband. He whimpers and tries to say something as he weakly claws at the earth, you shush him and pull him into your chest, uncaring of the mud and dirt covering you both now.

“He'll be okay. You know Eddie. He would never leave Christopher alone.” he shakily nods and moves his hand to your hips to squeeze them. He knocks his forehead against yours and you can feel his exhaustion as he leans fully onto you.

“Buck you gotta calm down and focus. You can do that, right?” He nods dazedly and you move your hand onto the nape of his neck, cupping it to ground him.

“Eddie needs you. Focus. No stupid or reckless decisions.” He manages a tiny glare at you before he closes his eyes and inhales deeply, opening them when he's ready. There's new determination cursing through him as he stands up and pulls you to stand with him.

The pouring rain sticks his hair onto his forehead and you swear he's the most beautiful person to walk this earth. His blue eyes wander over your face and he seems to find what he was looking for when he presses a tender kiss to your lips, nose and forehead.

“I'm sorry I just- I can't lose him. Chris can't lose him,” he mumbles and you nod in understanding. “Shh, I know.” You keep your hand to cup his face for a moment and then sigh, ushering him towards the house. He frowns and pulls you with him but you smile and shake your head, “I'll go relieve Carla. I haven't seen Chris in a while anyway.”

He nods but is reluctant to let you go, kissing your forehead again and mumbling an ‘I love you’ into your skin. You smile and soothe your thumb over his knuckles, “I love you more. Be careful.” You say the last part with a warning but worried tone and glance at him with a small frown.

He huffs amused and pecks your temple before stepping back and adjusting the hood of your raincoat to sit tightly on your head, “I will be. Tell Chris I said hi and that I want to do a sleepover again.” You laugh and he does too for a second until his eyes and expression dull and the looming threat to Eddie's life moves back to the forefront of his thoughts.

He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, mumbling something and then looking up again. He begins to say something when a commotion to the side drowns his voice out. Confused you both turn around and his arm slips around your waist to keep you close - a habit you adored.

“What?” You mumble. The huddle of people clears and in the middle is Eddie - his arms are limply slung over two other firefighters’ shoulders and his head is hanging down. His entire gear is dripping wet as if he'd gone for a swim (well technically he probably did… you note mentally as the positive shock wears off). His helmet and goggles are missing, hair sticking to his forehead and most worryingly his eyes are bloodshot and red, earth and mud dirtying his usually clear skin.

“What..?” Evan breathes out and his arm drops from around you as he runs over to his best friend and carelessly pulls him into a hug. You see Eddie's smile as he rests his head in the crook of Evan's neck, sluggishly moving his arms around the others shoulders to hold himself up. The two men who had helped him hover for a second in case their help was needed again but when Evan keeps clinging to the older they retreat.

Then you feel Hen, Bobby and Chimney rush past you - the two paramedics with their first aid bags. You're unsure whether to put your plan from a moment ago into reality or if you could be of help here when Buck starts dragging Eddie along and over to you.

With a stressed sigh you approach them, stopping a foot in front of them with a warning glance, “You both should get in the ambulance and let these two,” you point to Hen and Chim, “do their job. No wandering around, boys.”

Evan pouts and Eddie manages a chuckle that still clearly showcases how tired out and overall done he is but you welcome it nevertheless. “You're like, way too strict. He basically just drowned,” Evan starts, and both you and Eddie roll your eyes - you in fond annoyance and Eddie in amusement.

“Wow. Why do I always get the attitude?” He huffs and side eyes you as he drags Eddie to the ambulance but not before mouthing another ‘I love you’.

Shaking your head you pull down the hood of your coat and nod at Bobby, signaling him you were going to leave now. He nods and turns back to whatever important duties he had now.

After a last glance into the ambulance (where Buck actually sat still for once) you get your keys and drive off. The drive to Chris and Eddie is only about half an hour and when you get there you still see the light in the kitchen on. This was unusual - normally Carla would just watch some TV with the lights off when she waited until early in the morning for Eddie to come back.

You knock on the front door and wait, the older woman opening the door with a wide smile, “Thought I saw you approach. I saw you on the news, you wanna tell me what that's about, girl?”

You laugh and shake your head, reciprocating the warm hug and stepping into the house. “It's pretty boring. Thought I'd spend the night here today, Eddie will probably not be home tonight or tomorrow…” You solemnly explain and she hums.

“Saw it on the news. And.. for some reason he did too,” she sighs heavily and walks you to the living room. And surely there is Christopher perched on the sofa with a worried little frown on his forehead as he watches the news.

You furrow your brows and nod, “Did he see it all?” She nods again and you understand why the little boy wasn't in bed although it was nearing two in the morning when his usual bedtime is nine thirty.

“Chris? Hey, buddy!” You smile and ruffle his hair. He grins at you in that adorable way and you wave at Carla over his shoulder as she grabs her bag and keys. “You wanna explain why you aren't in bed?” He looks a bit guilty but pouts stubbornly. “I saw dad on the news.”

You didn't really need more explanation - you knew Chris worried for his father in the same manner Eddie was probably currently thinking about his son.

“I saw him too. And you know what?” He looks at you with big but tire, dropping eyes. “He's with some nice doctors now and he's gonna be completely fine again very quickly. Doesn't that sound good?”

He ponders for a moment and then slowly nods, “Buck?” A chuckle escapes you and you grin, “He's fine too.”

“Then why were you angry with him?” He asks and it takes you embarrassingly long to connect the dots. The news reporter seemingly had shown your and Evans little dispute earlier. “I wasn't angry with him he was just being stupid,” you shake your head and explain.

Chris hums and looks back at the news report. You bite your lip in thought and then tilt your head, “Do you want to talk to Buck?” Christopher basically lights up and nods eagerly clasping his hands under his chin as you video call Evan - praying he was still with Eddie and that in a few minutes Christopher would be calmed enough to finally go to bed.

“Baby? Don’t worry I’m fine the doctors just checked me out,” he’s slumped in a hospital chair in a way you know will have him complaining about his neck hurting tomorrow and his eyes are just as droopy and tired as the ones of the boy next to you.

“That’s good. There’s someone who really wants to talk to you.” Chris squeezes into the frame and you chuckle before handing him the phone, watching Bucks face light up as he sees him, “Chris! Hi, bud! What are you still doing up?”

Said boy giggles and starts recounting his evening. You start cleaning up a bit meanwhile, getting everything ready for Chris to go to sleep and for Eddie to return home without going straight to cleaning (because he would and that man really needs to rest for once).

The living room gets suspiciously quiet and you put down the kitchen towel and plate to check up on the two boys. “Chris?” Your heart melts when you see him laying down on the sofa with your phone clutched in your hand, still on the call and showing your husband also napping.

You gently take the phone and put it on the table to briskly talk to Evan after putting Chris to bed. Then you put an arm under his back and the other under his knees to carry him to his room. Luckily Christopher doesn’t wake up and you quickly tuck him in before leaving the room with the door opened a bit.

You turn off the lights except for the small lamp next to the sofa and pull a blanket up to your chin with your phone back in your hand.

“Buck?” He grunts in his sleep and the phone slips from his hand until it’s laying on the hospital bed and you huff a quiet laugh.

“Alright, I love you.” You whisper and hang up, quickly texting him to tell you when Eddie would be back.

The next morning you wake up to someone poking your cheek repeatedly and before remembering where you were you almost turn around and continue sleeping.

Then a small but very much insistent voice calls your name.

You squint your eyes at the light streaming in from the sun, the shadow keeping your eyes from being blinded belongs to Chris. “We need to visit Dad.” He decides in a sure voice. You stretch and sit up, reaching out to gently make him sit down as well.

“Visit him? I don’t know if we can yet I’ll have to ask the doctors…” Chris huffs unhappily and you nod in understanding. “I know, but you’ll see him soon.” Reaching for your phone you stop in your tracks when there’s a thump at the door before two voices can be heard throughout the hallway and into the living room.

Christopher looks at you with a confused look and your nervousness evaporates when you hear an exclaimed curse and another voice scolding him after. Well, that could only be your husband and the only one Chris wanted to see right now.

“Dumb and dumber are here,” you whisper to Chris and he giggles. After Bobby had called them that once Chris had picked it up and now it was kind of an inside joke between him and almost all of the 118 - to the displeasure of the two guys.

He holds his arms out and you pick him up, sneaking to the door to watch as one of them seems to try and get the key to fit into the designated spot.

“Let’s let them in?” The boy in your arms nods and you open the door, staring at Eddie and Evan with raised eyebrows. “You guys should never try robbing someone.”

Bucks jaw drops in offense and you can practically see the rebuttal on his face but he keeps it to himself and simply holds up two plastic bags, “We got breakfast.”

Chris is busy reaching for Eddie who seemed a bit unsteady on his feet but other than visible bruises he looked fine. You smile at him and pat his shoulder as he walks inside, kissing his son's head and gently murmuring about something as you focus on Evan.

“Morning,” you finally greet and lean up for a kiss, Evan gratefully giving you one. He grins down at you and then at the boy in your arms, “Chris! Did you protect her all night?” He asks with an exaggerated voice and you laugh and roll your eyes but take the plastic bags with food from him and pass Chris into his arms.

You leave the two to themselves as you look at Eddie and sigh before hugging him, “You scared us half to death yesterday.” He shrugs and grins “What else would I be doing other than stress you guys out?”

Your jaw momentarily drops and he grins with a shrug and fakes sympathy as he pats your shoulder. You two walk into the kitchen to prepare the food onto plates.

“How are you? Be honest,” you warningly add, fully aware of his habit to minimize his worries and pains same as your husband.

“Sore. Probably added some trauma to the collection.” He jokes and you look at him over your shoulder with a glare that makes him laugh. “No really. I’m fine. Just needed some rest and the bruises will go away with time.”

Nodding, you cross your arms over your chest and catch a glimpse of Buck holding Chris up and pretending to be an airplane. “How is he? He was ready to dig the earth up with his own hands when you got trapped.” You sigh.

Eddie nods and shakes his head, “Yeah, no he was pretty worried. I got quite the lecture when I woke up.” You both laugh at that and then you pass him two plates while taking the other two, “Let’s eat breakfast.”

-

When you’re home that evening you both are dead tired and yet Buck insists on carrying you up the stairs and helping you change into your pajamas (though you’re sure that was just for his enjoyment).

“I have tomorrow and the day after off. You know what that means? All day in bed,” he grins as he flops down onto the mattress next to you. With a smile you comb your hand through his hair and smooth your thumb along his temple.

“You definitely need to rest.” You agree and he turns his head to look at you, “Nope. I need you. So you better call in sick as long as I’m off.”

You huff at his demanding tone, raise both eyebrows and lean back on your elbows. The mattress and pillows make you groan in comfort as you concentrate your gaze onto him.

He was halfway laying down on his side with his arm propped up under him. He was wearing some black shorts and a dark blue t-shirt that was too tight around his biceps. His eye bags are worse than usual and you can tell since that night Eddie almost died he hasn't been sleeping well. His hair is an adorable mess and you don't refrain from reaching out and gently carding your hand through it.

He hums and closes his eyes with a small smile tugging on his lips. “I'll call in sick,” he perks up and opens his eyes again, a smirk replacing his earlier smile before you interrupt, “But only because I can actually feel that I'm getting a cold and not because you're asking me to.” He pouts and it goes unsaid by either of you that he played a big part in you taking some sick days.

After all, you usually put your health on the back burner, focusing on your job and other things like grocery shopping. Buck had always had a problem with that, lecturing you whenever he came home to see you passed out on the couch with tissues around you and a mountain of blankets keeping him from being able to throw himself on top of you.

“Alright, baby. I'm gonna be Doctor Buckley!” He grins and sits up, dusting off his shoulders and puffing out his chest. The action makes you burst into laughter and you fall on your back. He takes that as an invitation to lean over you and pretend to check your airways and pulse, pressing his ear over your sternum.

“You're so childish,” you comment and he happily ignores you to convert his checking of your breathing to laying on your chest with an arm wound around your waist.

It grows quiet and there's a comfortable atmosphere as you play with his hair while he snoozes on your abdomen.

Maybe you wouldn't mind being sick for a few days if this is the doctor taking care of you.

#evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 fanfic #911 show #oliver stark #eddie diaz

[watchyourbuck]

Just finished the Breakdown™️ episode (5x13) and I feel like clawing at my walls tbh. The way Chris’ immediate response is to call Buck, and the way Buck’s face changes when he hears ‘Dad, dad, dad!’, because that’s Eddie, HIS Eddie, and HIS kid. And then how he rushes in, first thing is to calm Chris,,, he puts his hands on each side of his face that’s how you console YOUR child, not your best friend’s child, and then knocks on the door and instead of saying “Eddie it’s Buck,” he says “Eddie it’s me,” because Eddie would only ever expect that ‘me’ to be Buck. Hen, Chim, Bobby, they’d announce their names….

And then he forces the door open bc he’s so worried, and he sees the wall and the glass, and his voice quivers and “E-Eddie?” Because what if he hurt himself ???? What would he do then????

And he hears him cry and he’s ofc devastated but at least he’s alive y’know? And he rushes to his side and kneels, and his eyes soften at the sight of a sobbing Eddie and he asks very calmly what’s going on and idk about you guys but what I saw was Buck physically restraining himself from hugging him bc he KNOWS it would make things worse but he wants to comfort him so BAAAAADLY. And then Eddie asks how’s Chris and Buck says “he’s still scared out of his mind… he’s not the only one.” PLEASE

Currently chewing glass guys fr

#this is so fucking I don’t even have words #I’m in so much pain #they’re gonna kill me I swear to Jesus Christ my lord and savior #buddie #911 fox #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 tv show #evan buck buckley #buck x eddie #buck and eddie #911 abc #911 on abc #oliver stark #ryan guzman #chris diaz #christopher diaz #buddie 911 #911 buddie

[mvltisstuff]

Hi I was wondering do you write for Bobby Nash? If you do, I wondering if you can do something like the whole 118 (including reader) surprising Bobby with Father’s Day gifts and tho him a little party. If you don’t mind writing a little late Father’s Day special.

I think it would very cute bc we can all agree that Bobby is the Father of the 118 crew, and I feel like he needs to be appreciated more :)

I hope ur doing well and keep it up with the good writing, I love all of your fics ❤️

kids - b.n

summary: request :)

bobby nash x platonic!reader x the 118 being his children fr

a/n: i’m a little late to the father’s day game… but i hope you all had a wonderful day and i hope you checked up on those who might not be as fortunate that day <3 enjoy ml, thank you for this sweet request!

y/n had caught bobby just getting off the engine after a call, practically appearing out of nowhere to grab him. she brought him away and up the stairs, leading him to the kitchen.

when bobby walked in, everyone had been in there with small wrapped presents and gift bags. bobby shook his head, “what is all this, guys?”

“happy father’s day!” buck yells, blowing a little party horn as he pushes the gift closer to bobby.

everyone at the station considered bobby as their non-biological father. not a single day went by where bobby wasn’t by their side. he was their captain, but also their friend. bobby fought alongside all of them and they all fought his battles for him. he never imagined that he would have all these people who loved him after what happened. he carried crushing guilt and was prepared to leave it all behind, making it impossible to open up. everyone at the firehouse saved him in every way a person can be saved. he brought out the best version of everyone. he never gave up hope on anyone and everyone there couldn’t thank him enough. y/n was hired by bobby, being her first accepting captain who actually cared about her and the job. she was a light to his day, and his guidance made her a better worker and person. he was their number one soldier.

“bobby, you’re the dad of this firehouse,” hen said.

“you did not have to do any of this,” he says. as kind of a gesture as this is, it’s making him miss his own children even more. however, he didn’t lose all of his children.

“c’mon, cap,” buck speaks excitedly. “you treat me more like a son than my real dad ever has. and you didn’t have to do that. so, open these gifts right now!”

bobby takes bucks first, stripping the bag of the paper and taking out the figure inside. it was a bobble head dressed in firefighting gear, who had similar features to bobby. “where the hell did you get this, buck?” bobby laughs and grins.

“the internet is a very big place, cap.”

“mine next!” chim yells, practically throwing his box into bobby’s arms. when he ripped the red and blue wrapping paper open, it revealed a red tumbler with captain nash on it, along with an LAFD badge above it. chimney weakly taped a picture of his face onto it. “your coffee cups are practically all falling apart, so i wanted to get you the best one out there. and i added some personalization to it,” he winks.

“thank you very much, chimney,” bobby smiles. “i’ll always think about you with my coffee from now on.”

bobby receives an extremely lavish watch from ravi, and his face drops as he opens it. it had little designs on the inside of the glass. “panikkar! how much was this?”

“oh you know, just pocket change,” he teases.

he opens the rest from eddie and hen, along with a few other gifts he received from people. he saved one of the closest for last. y/n gently handed her gift to bobby and set it down in front of him. she had curled the ribbon and wrapped it almost perfectly.

laying on top of the main gift was an air freshener for his car, shaped like a turnout jacket and an axe. it had his name on it and was his favorite scent. underneath was a board, with clear wooden writing. it wrote, captain nash, a true hero. all the names were in a circle around the quote including, diaz, buckley, wilson, han, y/l/n, panikkar. there was small pin on the inside with the word hero on it. “it’s a good luck charm, from all of us. you can wear it on your uniform or whatever you want to wear it on.”

bobby had suddenly been overwhelmed from the love he had been faced with. it was something he wanted for years, but never thinking he was worthy of something like it. a few years earlier, he was ready to leave the world after making up for his losses. when hen and buck found him knocked out from the amount of booze he’d consumed, he knew people were on his side. he was the most they could ask from a father. his eyes became glossy, but he refused to cry any form of tears in front of his crew anymore, even happy ones. he forced a strong front, but the appreciation from his kids brought down the walls.

now, bobby walks into the station every morning, the pin on one of his pockets, his tumbler in hand, a t-shirt from hen or eddie, his new watch. lastly, of course, he walked into his office to see the bobble head of himself on his desk.

he wore all of these items as much as he could, every single one meaning more to him than words. he never thought of himself as a hero, but the complete opposite. everything he is given was a gift, and represents the pure love everyone has for him. however, nothing can ever beat the true family gift of the 118.

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #athena grant #henrietta wilson #evan buckley x reader #chimney han #911 chimney #may grant #maddie buckley #bobby nash x reader #bobby nash fic #eddie diaz oneshot #bobby nash fluff #911 fic #911 show #911 fanfic

[buckleydiazincorrect]

*texting*

Chim: omg eddie was spotted in a gay bar

Hen: …okay? fork spotted in kitchen, be fr right now

#incorrect 911 quotes #911 fox #911 incorrect quotes #911onfox #eddie diaz #chimney han #hen wilson

[captain-hen]

I love brawl in cellblock 911 because it is full of sassy competent medic Eddie in angsty situation. Plus, Ravi!

no but fr. the insight we get into where eddie's head is at at that point of 5A is just...the way he completely throws all caution out of the window the minute buck is safe and starts antagonizing the man holding him at gunpoint? the way he starts seeing himself in a literal murderer? "you think saving him, what, redeems you?" the foreshadowing for his quitting the 118? the way he's so rattled by what happened that he has to go to his son for comfort? delicious.

and for ravi—the bravery and also terror that he displays was just 👌👌👌 anirudh pisharody the actor that you are. and also the way the rest of the ensemble (especially hen!!) got such amazing moments this episode. i'll never shut up about it.

#neethu answers #anon

[extasiswings]

I’m SO SICK over this fr—Eddie immediately turning fully away and covering his face with his hands when he gets Christopher to Buck’s bedside, Eddie not even being able to really make himself explain what’s happening to Christopher to the point that Hen has to step in, Eddie crying silently unable to even look—

#911 spoilers #chapel for ts #LITERALLY A GRIEVING SPOUSE

[hamiltonforpowerpoint]

Right now 911twt is having a talk about how Eddie would never be violent to Buck(fr) bc someone implied it and it got me fired up so here are some fanfic tropes that are loud and wrong

Maddie Buckleys A+ sistering

Like please read that back to yourself. The only time A+ should be used is in parenting. Maddie was just as much a victim to their parents as Buck. The fact y’all blame Maddie for so much is crazy especially bc a lot of it is explained as her being in a yk ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP. It’s giving Bianca and Nico treatment

“single dad” Buck through nasty ways

This isn’t about pre finale or Eddie goes missing in action. This is about people who specifically: made Maddie/Chim abusive, made Eddie neglectful(and Ana abusive), killed off Connor and Cameron. I get it, your a girl dad Buck to the max but out of all the ways you do it choosing this nasty ways are crazy. It also makes it seem like you don’t know Buck character me thinks

Extreme Lawsuit fanfics

This is my least popular bc at the end of the day it’s fanfic but never have I seen a fandom take an event and make it something so…wrong. It’s like Buck can do no wrong and the 118 are his personal demons to torture him. I’ve only touched one or two lawsuit fanfics that I liked bc it treated the other characters like human too and not just Buck

The racism

My fav subject I know. Tons of fanfic have microagressions and some are just pure racism. The way Chimney is treated, making Eddie super aggressive, The way Ana was treated (coming from some who likes bashing fanfics), and personally for me the top two worst offenders. Racist Ana and white savior buck. White savior Buck makes me foam at the mouth and not in a good way. There is a clear line between defending and supporting a friend against racism and being like “stop this my black friend and I won’t have you treat her like this 🥺let me tell you off😡” especially since ppl like Hen are so out spoken

The “Eddie’s always wrong and Buck is always right”

My least fav fanfic type that occurs in so much fanfic. Eddie is human but so is Buck. Why is it always Eddie making the mistake, having to deal with the 118 wrath, having to apologize. It’s worst when it’s a fault on both ends and Buck does a three word apology and Eddie likes “no I shouldn’t have done blah blah blah” Usually this boils to down Buck insecurity. This might come off wrong but at some point insecurity bc the problem more than the excuse. The best way I can explain this is Zelda and Gorgug relationship in Fantasy High. It’s kinda hard to explain but it really showed how effecting it can be to your partner if you keep making these decisions based on fears and insecurities. You may think your doing the right thing but when someone really loves you all you are doing is hurting them. Idk if that makes sense

Bonus/Add On

Hurt Eddie fanfics that are actually Buck centric

Like damn can Eddie get the spotlight for once /hj 💀

#911 fox #911onabc #911abc #eddie diaz #evan buckley #hen wilson #chimney han #bobby nash #118 firefam

[raekensarcher]

imma need some of u to start using ur brains n stop complaining ab eddie not being in bucks coma dream. use ur noggins rn. the entirety of his dream was based around family, the people he chose to make his own family. the episode was centered around children and their parents.

it made sense for hen and chimney to be in it because they have a sibling relationship with buck. bobby is buck’s dad. this made sense!! even having chris there, because buck is like a parental figure to him, made sense!!

throwing eddie into that mix would not have made sense. because eddie is not like a sibling to buck. he is more. now take a breather fr

#like some of u??? #use ur thinking caps #911 fox #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #911 on fox #911 s6b

[danlaw1991]

Only Us

General Audience / 775 Words / Originally posted to Ao3 on 18/10/21

Summary: Something surprising but long overdue happens when the 118 go out for a karaoke night.

Inspired by the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen. For reference the following version on YouTube is my preferred: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJkwjrFbmIs.

Things between Buck and Eddie had been heading in a certain direction ever since they met. All of their friends and family could see the connection between the two but they seemed to be oblivious to it themselves.

The 118 had arranged a team night out at the karaoke bar. They felt that it would do Buck and Eddie good, given that they’d both split with their girlfriends within the same week. No one knew why their respective relationships had ended though.

The rest of the team had bought their partners and Albert had tagged along since he hadn’t hung out with them much since getting assigned to a completely different station.

It was part way into the night after they’d all had a few drinks that Eddie suddenly took to the stage, which he had never done before. A couple of the 118, Chim and Hen specifically, were quick to pull out their phones and start recording.

Eddie took a deep breath to calm his nerves and as the music started to play, he locked eyes with Buck. He started to sing and he was really good. He had a rich and warm voice.

“I don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you I don't need you to search for the proof that I should You don't have to convince me You don't have to be scared you're not enough 'Cause what we've got going is good”

As Eddie was singing, Buck got up from his seat and crossed the bar to the stage, all the while maintaining eye contact with Eddie.

“I don't need more reminders of all that's been broken I don't need you to fix what I'd rather forget Clear the slate and start over Try to quiet the noises in your head We can't compete with all that

So what if it's us? What if it's us And only us And what came before won't count anymore or matter? Can we try that?

What if it's you And what if it's me And what if that's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away? What do you say?”

Buck had taken a mic from the sound technician next to the stage whilst listening to the other man sing to him. And then Buck started singing whilst getting on stage with Eddie. He wasn’t as good a singer as his sister Maddie but he could still hold a tune. He had a bright voice to match his bright personality.

“I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go But if you really see me If you like me for me and nothing else Well, that's all that I've wanted for longer that you could possibly know.

So it can be us It can be us And only us And what came before won't count anymore or matter We can try that.”

Then they started singing together. The pair’s voices blended so beautifully, it was like they were made for each other.

“It's not so impossible Nobody else but the two of us here (Buck) 'Cause you're saying it's possible We can just watch the whole world disappear (Eddie) 'Til you're the only one I still know how to see”

“It's just you and me” Buck sang as he held out his hands to Eddie, who took them without hesitation before continuing the song himself.

“It'll be us It'll be us And only us And what came before won't count anymore”

Everyone stared wide eyed between Eddie and Buck. The adoration in each of their eyes shined brightly and the sexual tension between the pair was palpable. Was it finally happening? Their voices melded together once more.

“We can try that You and me That's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away And the rest of the world falls away

The world falls away The world falls away And it's only us”

As the music came to an end their friends and the rest of the crowd went wild with applause. Eddie gently cupped Buck’s jaw and pulled him down into a searing kiss. Their friends started cheering louder. Maddie started crying, she was just so happy for her little brother.

Eddie and Buck couldn’t hear the din of the bar, they were so lost in each other that the world had fallen away and it was only them. Buck pulled Eddie closer and deepened the kiss further. They were more than happy to stay in that moment forever.

#911onabc #buddie #fanfic #songfic #karaoke #friends to lovers #declarations of love #buddie fanfic

[chronicowboy]

Since you mentioned Buck is your least favorite I am curious what’s your ranking ? And is this a I love you but I just love (blank) more situation? Because I’m constantly changing my ranking in 911 for that reason like I love everyone so damn much and I’m constantly switching depending on the season making me focus my love more on certain characters so I’m wondering if this happens to other people as well lol

it's definitely a I love you but I love blank more situation, they're all sooooo perfect to me (in that they're deeply flawed, real characters) and i love each of them deeply but i'd be lying if i didn't say i had favourites so:

eddie diaz - are we surprised? he's my number one. he's literally everything to me. there isn't a character like him in existence. best dad in the world because he's made mistakes and he's learning as he goes but he loves christopher with literally everything he has. petty little bitch who is actually the kindest most compassionate guy out there. friend of lesbians and women everywhere (unless they're a morally bankrupt reporter). i could go on but then this would possibly be the longest ask i've ever posted and also i would get no more work done today.

chimney han - VERY close between him and number 3 and also VERY close between him and number one to be honest. he's my favourite little guy. honestly more babygirl than eddie to me sorry. second best dad in the world (ONLY because he hasn't been doing it as long as eddie). ultimate wifeguy, real simp. rebar AND lady magnet. karaoke king. just. HE'S THE HEART OF THE 118!!!!!!!!!!!

henrietta wilson - LOVE OF MY LIFE! she has never done anything wrong in her life ever (and by this i mean that of course she has but she learns from it). the hen and her mom storyline in suspicion is literally one of my favourite things the show ever did because although i'm not a woman of colour i am a woman who never would have got diagnosed if it weren't for my mum there to advocate for me every step of the way. also an ultimate wifeguy.

bobby nash - HE'S MY DAD BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE! no he's everyone's dad. never been happier for a character to be so severely wrong as i was when he said the 118 wasn't a family, sealed his fate, dear dumb dad. literally what can i say about him? i LOVE it when characters have to unlearn their grief and learn how to open up to the world again - he's my number one.

athena grant - loses points for copaganda but mother! she's just so uhhhhhhh. idk. i look at angela bassett and my brain stops working. she's just. so full of love. but also she gets angry. and she's protective of her family. and fjfhgskgbjktg.

maddie buckley - honestly love her so much especially in the earlier seasons but i feel like season 6 lost her a little bit. but yeah she's my pookie bear. no but fr such a beautifully complex character. i LOVE her SO much.

evan buckley - sir your sad eyes, abandonment issues and dog motif are very sexy god bless you just do not have that jenny say quack the rest of these guys do. To Me. if i knew you in real life, i would despise you probably sorry :/ but i love your extensive amount of issues <3

#sami answers #just doing the mains because i honestly can't rank my side character babies. if they had more screentime man... #but hon mentions to: may karen ravi and michael #ALSO I WAS GOING TO PUT CHRISTOPHER BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE AND I DIDN'T KNOW IF HE COUNTED AS A MAIN AND AHHHHHH #eddie and chris count as a package deal

[wikiangela]

Hiii Vicki 💕💕💕

Happy New Year’s Eve (or day depending on where you are)

I saw this and thought it would be a fun ask!

Describe each person of the 118 as a color and why? :)

Happy New Year!💕

ooh, it is fun! thank you for the ask! <3

Buck - yellow, obviously, bc he's a lil ray of sunshine (fr I will never get tired of fics comparing Buck to sunshine haha)

Hen - I'd give her like a calming, relaxing green, I feel like it's her vibe

Eddie - I wanna say blue, but idk why 😂 just feels right haha

Chimney - maybe orange? just happy and fun (at least that's the association my brain makes lol)

Bobby - hm, that's the toughest one ngl 😂 I kinda wanna say grey 🙈 idk, kinda more stoic and in control, kinda having to be more detached (idk if that's the right word) from the team's silliness as the cap etc, maybe more reserved and less expressive? - idk, I feel like grey fits haha

sleepover weekend

#suddenly im like: what colors even are there lol #ask games #idk enough about color meanings to explain why but ngl it intrigued me now haha #might have to do some research 👀 #and see how accurate these were lol #asks #wikiangela answers #911 #118 firefam

[frenziedslashers]

I’m so obsessed with the fact that your dad saw Kenny South Park and was scared of him 😭😭😭 thank you so much for sharing, I’m dying

I was literally dying that night 😭 We were literally all "Dad, he's not real! Kenny can't hurt you!" and bro was convinced Kenny was in that room. He was all "NO HE IS RIGHT THERE! THAT LITTLE BITCH! HE'S GONNA GET US ALL KILLED!" It was so fucking weird and random because he doesn't really watch South Park.

One other time he was telling us how he was Mexican Jesus and he was going to legalize freedom (Marijuana). He said he was sent onto earth for one reason only, and he has us 7 kids because we're like the 12 decibels but there's only 7 because he ran out of name ideas 💀 he doesn't practice religion either is the funny thing.

He's fucking GOOFY when high. Sometimes when he smokes too much he gets all derpy and giggly and he's all "Hey, hey... Hey, Ori. Imagine if we were like... Snails." And then he giggles. He is literally insane.

One time I took he and one of his friends out for a nature walk (We were mushroom hunting since we have morale mushrooms that grow around here). And they both took some eddies so I was babysitting them and his friend nearly stepped on a hen turkey laying on a nest of egg. She like screamed?? And then flew off and my dads friend, Fish, was all "...... AH!" And like threw his hands up by his head but his face was all 😐 LMAO and then my dad found a little baby mushroom and goes "Guys, it's just a little guy!" And then they had to stare at it for like five minutes until they saw a rabbit that they followed while chanting "hop, hop, hop, hop" LMAO

I have so many wild stories with him, he's a goofball fr. Him high on COD is CRAZY LMAO

#orian rambles #twd drugs #orians asks #stalka <3 #Orians padre

[buckttommy]

this show makes me so insane like literally a shot of buck And eddie standing together looking at hen sleep got. Me on my knees crying bro on G they really put High Octane drugs in these firefighters fr

#911 spoilers