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starlost97 · 9 months

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— stubbornness.

summary: You just got home from the hospital, and are still learning how to walk properly again. You knew at the moment that you woke up from the surgery that Buck wouldn’t leave you alone. And you were right. He only went back to work when he couldn’t take any more days off, even though you insisted that he shouldn’t worry about you. The thing is, you are very stubborn, and it became even more obvious when you couldn’t do things on your own, but still wanted to.

keywords: fluff, recovery, stubbornness, worried Evan Buckley, f!reader.

characters: Evan Buckley, Maddie Buckley.

warnings: allergic reaction, swearing, author’s medical knowledge is very very bad.

a/n: I got this idea after watching an episode of 911: Lone Star (no spoilers here, though), also searching epi-pen and paramedics aesthetic wasn't on my bingo card this year lol.

word count: 1,438.

requested?: no!

Once more, you opened your eyes and felt a sharp pain when trying to move. You always forgot about your legs.

“Oh, fuck.” You murmured, trying to be as quiet as possible. You didn’t want to alarm Buck even more on his first day back to work. “Buck?” You called, hearing noises of things being stumbled on and quick steps on the stairs soon after.

“Honey, hi!” He said, almost falling on the ground when rushing to the bedroom. “Here, let me help you.” Buck grabbed your waist and carefully got you out of bed. “Are you sure that’s ok for me to go back to work?”

“I promise, babe, it’s fine. I can take care of myself while you work.” You said, caressing his hair and cupping his face with your free hand. His blue eyes finding yours. You could tell that he was worried, but you knew how much he wanted to go back to work.

“You can call me anytime, ok? If I don’t pick up, someone will.” He hugged you and kissed your cheek, making you laugh.

“You’re going to be late, Buck.” You said as he trailed kisses down your neck.

“I love you, ok? See you tomorrow.” He said, kissing your lips and leaving the bedroom.

“Love you too!” You said, catching a glimpse of his smile as he went down the stairs. You waited until you heard the front door closing to start getting ready.

People always talked about how Buck was a workaholic, but they didn’t notice how you were just as bad as him. In the last weeks, you didn’t have the chance to leave the house and go to work, since Buck wouldn’t leave your side. But now, with your boyfriend going on a 24 hour shift, you had plenty of time.

You got ready as fast as you could and left the house, driving to the Los Angeles Service Center.

As soon as you arrived, you received a message from Buck asking if everything was ok. You smiled at your phone and answered, saying that there’s no need to worry.

You got to your floor, using a walking stick to get to your desk, which was right beside Maddie’s, so you knew she would see you there soon. But you were prepared to argue why she shouldn’t tell Buck you were there.

As soon as you sat down, you heard a familiar voice calling you by your full name, which would have startled you if you weren’t expecting it

“Maddie! You look so pretty today, you know that?” You said, smiling at her.

“You are unbelievable. Does Buck know you’re here?” She asked, crossing her arms.

“... No, and you’re not going to tell him.” Maddie opened her mouth to answer, but you were faster. “And you own me one, remember? I didn’t tell Chimney that you came in sick when he had specifically told you not to.”

“Well, it’s different. You are recovering from a surgery, when I was just a little constipated.” She said, putting her hands on her hips.

“You still said that you owned me one, so I’m claiming that favor now.”

Maddie looked at you up and down, trying to decide if you were being serious or not. Usually, you would hold onto a favor for dear life until you wanted something nearly impossible. Getting back to work was something that would happen eventually, so all you had to do was wait.

But you couldn’t wait anymore. At home, everytime you heard your phone ringing you got excited because it reminded you of work. It was pathetic. Before becoming a dispatcher, you always judged Buck for being so obsessed with being a firefighter. Being a nurse was good, and you loved helping people, but you got too overwhelmed at the end of the shifts with all those people around you.

“Look, I will be careful. It’s not like I will be moving much, right?” You could see Maddie holding her laugh.

“You do have a point.” She said as she sat right beside you, preparing for the first call of the shift.

Time passed, and you tried very hard to not talk on the radio when the 118 was attending the calls. Sometimes you heard Buck speaking and smiled, trying not to talk to him as you always did. You got used to having conversations while he did things that didn’t really require his full attention, and he loved doing that too. It was something that helped him a lot when he needed to relax.

As the day went by, you got more relaxed. You and Maddie shared lunch, and she helped you change your bandages.

“Everything looks great, honey.” She said as she finished, making sure that the medical tape was well put on your back. “Buck is doing a great job taking care of you.” You smiled at the comment.

“You know, the moment I woke up from the surgery, I knew that he wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“He was so scared, honey. He wouldn’t leave your side.” She said as she started to walk back to her desk with you.

“He is a sweetheart, Maddie.” You said, sitting on your chair. “Even though I missed working, he made sure to make those weeks enjoyab-” Before you could finish your sentence, you heard a loud bang, followed by screams. You looked around and found one of the new dispatchers unconscious on the floor.

You and Maddie went as quick as possible — considering you were using a walking stick — to the girl, who looked like was having an allergic reaction. You asked someone to bring the medical kit, hoping to find an epi-pen.

“Nothing here.” Maddie said, looking at you, worried.

“Look at her bag! She might have brought it with her.”

You soon started to hear sirens, but you didn't think anything about it. Your focus was on the girl.

“She's here!” You heard Sue say, hearing footsteps coming in your direction.

“We think it's an allergic reaction, but we don't have any epi-pen.” Maddie said, making space for the paramedics.

“You are right. Chimney, give her some epi.” Hen said, measuring her heart rate.

You got up, standing right beside Maddie and putting your hand on her shoulder for support. You both were worried about the girl. It took you a minute until you realized that Buck was in the same room as you.

You waited until the girl woke up, which didn't take long. Hen and Chimney explained to her what happened, and she agreed to go to the hospital to get checked. This was the perfect moment to try to hide from your boyfriend, but you weren't fast enough.

“Y/N?!” You heard your boyfriend say, just as you were trying to get away.

“Hi, Buck.” You said, turning to his direction. “How's your day going?”

“What the hell are you doing here? You should be at home!” He said, looking worriedly at you, holding your hands.

“I was just getting some things with Maddie!” You lied, looking at your friend, who agreed with her head.

“Why are you in uniform, then?” He asked, crossing his arms, staring at you. You could see Chimney and Eddie looking at Hen, who had a smug smile on her face.

“Pay up.” She said, looking as both of the firefighters picked up their wallets.

“Buck, I’m fine! I swear. And there’s lots of well trained people here to take care of me if something goes wrong. Maddie even helped me change my bandages!” You said, and your boyfriend looked at his sister, who gave him an awkward smile.

Buck looked at you hesitantly before tilting his head and biting the inside of his cheek.

“I guess I can’t make you go home, huh?” He said, smiling slightly and caressing your cheek with his thumb. “Look, please be careful, ok? Promise me that you will take any pain seriously. I don't want you getting any worse.” He smiled at you, kissing your lips.

“I promise, Buck.”

“And now that I know you're here, I want to hear your voice through the radio, ok?” You smiled, confirming with your head.

“I miss doing that.”

“Me too.”

“Ok, lovebirds, let's go. And I'm talking to you too, Chimney.” Hen said, startling Maddie and the firefighter.

“I gotta go, bae. I'll see you home.” Buck said, quickly kissing you before running through the door with the 118. “Love you!”

“Love you too!”

And just like that you spend the rest of your shift talking with your boyfriend through the radio.

Sometimes being stubborn pays off.

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megalony · 4 months

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Call Me Dad- Part 5

I am loving writing this Dad! Evan Buckley series, thank you all for the lovely feedback it spurrs me to keep writing. If anyone has any Dad! Evan requests I would love to write them. Enjoy.

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Summary: Evan reluctantly tells the team about his family, specifically his eldest child. And he and (Y/n) get more than they bargained for when they go to their newest baby scan.

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"James Buckley?"

Evan glanced down at his wrist that was perched on James's shoulder. Nearly twenty minutes. That wasn't bad for being almost six in the evening. A&E was usually busier at night than it was early morning and it had been a while since Evan had come through A&E. When they came in from a call at work, they used the ambulance entrance which was situated behind the waiting area so patients could go straight to care as ambulance calls were usually more urgent.

The last time Evan had had to sit and wait here like this was probably almost two years ago when Josie fell at nursery and they thought she had broken her arm.

Evan patted his hand on James's shoulder and gently nudged his son to urge him to get up. From the moment they sat down in the waiting room, James had tucked himself under Evan's arm with his head on his dad's shoulder. It almost felt like he was a little boy again rather than a teenager.

When they got up, James kept himself wedged under Evan's arm and it almost made Evan smile if the circumstances had been different. They followed a middle-aged doctor into the assessment ward and through to a small room on the right.

"Okay, what's the problem?" James watched the doctor sit up straight in his chair but he looked no match for his dad who towered over him even when he was slightly slouched in the uncomfortable wooden chair.

"I had an accident on my bike…" He looked between the doctor and his dad, waiting until his dad nodded at him before he stood up to pull up his shirt and reveal the damage. He could feel his dad's hand smoothing up and down his back but he bristled when he noticed his dad's stance.

Evan was now slouched forward in his chair, his left elbow resting on his thigh and his hand propping his chin up. He took one look at James's chest and had to look straight ahead of him to stop the fire burning within him from overtaking his senses. Maddie had told him just before they left that she got the man's name and number plate and was going to make a report but Evan was going straight to Athena and Bobby in the morning.

Whoever did this to his son wasn't getting away with it.

"It looks like they're broken. Follow the signs for the X-ray ward, I'll send a note so they know to expect you. Depending on how many ribs are broken depends on whether we need an ultrasound of the lung or not."

"Thanks," Evan looped his arm back around James's shoulders as they left the cubicle and made a left turn, aiming for a long corridor. "It's a good job I know this place like the back of my hand." He would hate to be a stranger coming here, the doctor didn't even ask if he knew which way to go or how to get back.

He tilted his head to look down at James when he curled his arms around Evan's waist and tucked his face into the middle of his chest near his sternum.

"I don't want an X-ray," He whispered quietly, his words slightly muffled by Evan's shirt.

"It won't hurt buddy, it's just like taking a photograph." Evan leaned down to kiss the top of his head as they made a right turn and followed the sign down to the X-ray ward which thankfully wasn't far from the emergency waiting room.

He felt bad for his son. In all his thirteen years, James had never broken a bone, not even a finger or a toe. And now he had broken two or possibly three all at once.

"Have you had one before?"

"Bud, by the time I was your age I'd broken my ankle, my arm and fractured three fingers. I think I've broken almost every bone I can by now. It won't hurt and I won't leave you alone in there. I'll stay right here."

Evan learned from an early age that being sick or being ill gained him the attention his parents lacked to give him. Although it never got him the love he desired, they at least paid attention to him when he fell from his bike or fell from a tree or got knocked down in sports. He got noticed by getting hurt and it was almost an addiction, making sure he was badly enough damaged to gain the comfort and respect he should have gotten for free.

If it wasn't for Maddie looking out for him and (Y/n) coming along and changing his world, Evan probably wouldn't be standing here right now. One accident too many and he could have killed himself unintentionally.

It was a surprise to see the waiting area was empty when they arrived, but it was also a relief.

Evan sat down in one of the chairs near the window and opened his arms when James sat next to him. He wrapped both arms around his son and pressed his lips to the top of his head, gently easing him back into his chest. At least they shouldn't have to wait long if nobody else was here for an X-ray.

He could see the discomfort written all across his son's face, he didn't know how to sit or what to do with himself. Leaning into Evan's chest seemed to make him feel better, but he kept wriggling and holding his breath and if Evan accidentally touched his side, he had to bite back a cry.

"Dad…"

"Come on," Evan cradled the side of James's neck when his name was called out again but his son just stared up at him with those big blue eyes that made him melt.

Evan reeled off his name and date of birth when James stayed quiet as a mouse, tucked into his side. He refused to look at any of them and kept his face hidden in his dad's shirt. He didn't want to be here, he wanted to be at home with both his parents instead of getting poked and prodded. He wanted painkillers and a drink and his bed, although James wasn't sure how he was going to sleep tonight if he couldn't even touch his right side without screaming out.

"If you could take off your shirt and stand over here for me?" The nurse looked at James with a smile but he wouldn't look at her.

"No."

"James, baby please? We need to know you're okay,"

James could feel tears welling up in his eyes again when his dad took a step back so he could take off his shirt. It hurt. He couldn't lift his right arm above his head and he started to shake when he felt his dad help ease his shirt off and place it on a vacant chair in the corner of the room. The shaking in his system was probably due to another burst of adrenaline but it made James want to be sick. He just wanted to go home. This wasn't fair. Why did someone have to knock him off his bike and not someone else?

"Come stand over here, honey."

With his hands clasped on his hips, Evan followed them and stood to the side to watch them carefully. He watched the nurse direct James in front of the screen and instruct him to hold both arms out at his sides as she moved the screen a little more towards the right.

"Try to stay still while we take the scans. If you could come and stand behind the desk with me?" She turned towards Evan and pointed to the desk behind a plastic screen and Evan nodded. He smoothed a hand over his chin and turned to face her, about to follow after her until James suddenly cried out so loud it was as if he had screamed.

"Dad don't leave me! Dad no please-"

"James, James baby calm down," With quick steps, Evan skidded over to stand in front of the dark grey screen that was placed from James's collar bone down to his knees. He stretched his arms over the top of the screen so he could cup James's face, gently swiping his thumbs over his cheeks to collect the stray tears. "Sshh, I'm here."

"D- don't go,"

"I'm not leaving you I swear. I'll be stood right behind that desk you can still see me, they need me out the way to get a clear picture but I'm not leaving. Come on, one minute and it'll all be over." Evan tilted his head down and kissed James's temple, looking at him encouragingly as he waited until James nodded before he slowly let go.

He would stand right in front of him or beside him if he had the choice, but he couldn't. He needed to be well clear so he didn't soak up any excess radiation and he couldn't be too close and ruin the scan photos or make James lose focus and move at the wrong time.

Evan folded his arms up against his chest and covered his face with his hands, digging his fingertips into his cheekbones to stop himself from screaming. The nurse had to time it right to take the photos when James wasn't shaking or it would be blurred. He decided to stay put behind the desk when the nurse went to ask James to turn sideways. He didn't want to risk upsetting James again if he moved within his sight and then disappeared round the corner again.

As soon as the second set of X-rays were done, Evan let out a shaky breath, hearing James weakly calling out for him.

"Dad,"

"I'm here, it's all done I'm here baby." He cupped his chin and kissed his temple, curving his free arm around his shoulders to reel his son into his chest. And he held his breath when he felt James's short nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt. "See, you did it."

"If you take him back to the emergency waiting room, the consultant will call you through to discuss the results."

"Okay. Let's put your shirt on, look."

Grabbing the shirt, Evan scrunched it up and placed his hands through the sleeves so he could gently hold James's hands. He reeled the shirt up his son's arms and then slid it over his head so he didn't have to lift his arms up and strain his chest.

They made a slow trail back towards the first waiting room back in A&E, noticing two more people had left and one couple had turned up since they'd been here. It really was a slow night. When they got to the waiting room, Evan jingled his keys around in his pocket before he sat down but he narrowed his eyes and tilted his head up when James didn't sit down next to him.

He stood in front of him, shaking his hands at his sides as he started to fidget from foot to foot with a panicked, pale expression.

"I feel sick."

"Okay… wait there a sec," Evan trapsed over to the reception desk, showing them his best smile. "Sick bucket please." The cardboard bucket looked unappealing and rather like a bed pan but it would do the trick if James threw up. Evan doubted he would, he was overwhelmed and he hadn't had any tea since they had been in a rush to get here, he was probably feeling faint from the day's events.

He headed back over to James and sat down, handing him the bucket but James looked like he wasn't sure what to do with himself. He didn't want to sit down and he didn't want to stay standing, he was uncomfortable and uneasy.

"Come here," Reaching out, he gently pulled James down until he was sat on his lap.

It had been a long time since James had sat with him like this, he may be a teenager but he looked a bit older than his age due to his height. It was different than when Evan had Josie or Cole on his lap and soon he would have two even younger kids to carry around and sit on his lap. But James was his oldest, his first baby.

And he didn't object.

He slumped down onto Evan's lap, tucked his face just beneath his dad's chin and curled up to make himself as small as possible. He kept his left arm tucked between their chests and held the sick bucket with his right hand, leaving it on his knee just in case he decided he did need to be sick.

Evan ran his hand up and down James's back and kissed the top of his head, swaying them from side to side for a while.

He wished circumstances would have been different. It would have been lovely to hug James and be this close and have one to one time with him for any other reason than being stuck in hospital. He wished they had been out on a boys afternoon spending time together or at home watching tv rather than being here. But Evan was relieved that James was clinging to him and wasn't pushing him away. He was seeking comfort that Evan was more than happy to provide for him.

Every now and then, James shimmied around and whimpered, holding the bucket close to his face but he didn't throw up. He tilted his head into Evan's neck and moaned, wishing they could just go home already.

"Shh, we won't be here much longer." His hand ran up and down James's back but he stopped swaying them when his name was called out. "See, we're going through now. Can you walk… you know I can still carry you," Evan was partly joking, just to see what reaction he would get but his eyes widened when James didn't move and just stayed burrowed into his chest.

It had been at least three, maybe four years, since Evan had properly carried James around.

"God, it's been a while, buddy." Evan huffed quietly but he wasn't complaining in the least.

He stood up with James in his arms, waiting a second so James could hook his legs around Evan's torso and slump his head onto his shoulder with the sick bucket still grasped tightly in his hand. Evan walked towards the same consultant they saw earlier and followed him back into the same cubicle. Suddenly relieved he had been doing more training at the gym so he could easily carry his eldest son around like this.

He eased James down into the chair and sat down next to him, letting James flop down and lay across his lap. James closed his eyes and curled his legs as close to his stomach as he could without causing any pain to his chest. He felt at ease when his dad's fingers tangled in his hair.

"I've got the results back… it looks like the bottom three ribs are broken and there's extensive bruising. But they are all clean breaks which is much better than fractures. I don't think we will need an ultrasound, I'll listen to his lungs to confirm his breathing is fine."

Evan scratched his jaw, his other hand freezing in James's knotted hair. So he had broken his ribs, three of them, not just two like Chimney guessed. James had never broken a bone in his life and that was an achievement to Evan, considering his own upbringing. He didn't want any of his kids to ever go through the pain of broken bones or any damage while they were still kids. He wanted his experiences kept away from theirs.

"Buddy, can you sit up please?" Evan let go of him and straightened up in his chair so that James could slowly push himself up into a sitting position.

He looked drained.

His complexion was gone, his lips were pasty and chapped, his eyes were hooded and tears were streaked down his face. He needed painkillers, sleep and love.

"Deep breaths for me," The doctor listened to his lungs for a minute before he wheeled his chair back to his desk. "They sound fine, no crackling or fluid. I'm going to bind your chest to keep the ribs in place, someone will have to do this every time he takes the bandage off for a wash. Then in three weeks, I'd like a follow up just to make sure the ribs are healing."

"That's fine." He and (Y/n) both had experience with bandages, they would be able to keep his chest wrapped tight to help with the pain.

Evan helped James hook the front of his shirt around the back of his neck so it was scrunched up but still over his shoulders. It was easier than removing the top to just put it back on again in a few minutes.

James wobbled on his feet and stood between Evan's thighs, keeping his arms out at his sides while the doctor wrapped a roll of thick bandage around his lower torso just above his belly button. Every time it curved round, James whimpered and jolted backwards into his dad's chest and he snapped his eyes closed to try and block out the discomfort and the aching feeling pulsing through his chest.

"I'd like to give him something for the pain, just a small injection to work quickly, then I can prescribe some painkillers for the first week to make him comfortable."

"That would be helpful."

An injection would get into James's system faster and would make him a lot more settled tonight if he had some quick pain relief. Then they could start him on whatever tablets he was prescribed tomorrow to keep the pain at bay and help because sleeping, twisting and carrying anything was going to be hard. James was going to be on restricted duties just like his mum.

James plonked himself back down on Evan's lap and leaned his head back on his shoulder but tremors rattled through him when the doctor scooted his chair in front of them. He had a bottle of painkillers on his desk and now a full needle in his hand. His smile was comforting, but the needle was what worried James.

"Dad…"

"Just close your eyes, don't look." Needles, sickness, blood and gore didn't bother Evan. He had seen people without body parts, with holes in their bodies, intestines falling out and muscles ripped off. A needle was miniscule compared to some of the things he had seen.

For James, they didn't bother him as much if they weren't used on him, but if it was going into his arm, then he felt uneasy. It was the look more than the feeling that usually set James on edge.

"Are you okay?" The doctor put the needle in the sharps bin when he was done but he frowned when he looked back at James, who was now breathing shallow and looked as if he couldn't hold his head up.

"No," His head flopped back onto Evan's shoulder causing his glasses to slide down the bridge of his nose and his arms went slack at his sides.

"Fuck- James, James… buddy come on," Evan kept his left arm looped tight around his son's middle to stop him sliding down to the floor while the doctor held his wrist to check his pulse. Evan curled his right hand into a fist and started to rub his knuckles up and down James's sternum, applying pressure to try and stimulate him and bring him back round.

"Is this because of his injuries or the needle?"

"He doesn't like needles- there we go, good lad. Can I take him home now?" He sat James up against his chest and patted his arm, trying to smile at him but he still looked like he was going to either faint again or be sick.

"Yes you can take him home, just call back in three weeks for a follow up."

"No problem, thank you."

"Dad?"

"Yeah, I got you buddy, we're heading home now," He carefully spun James round in his arms and picked him up, holding him against his chest so he could carry him out. He felt James's arms coil around his neck and his face buried into the crook of his neck while his legs moved to hook over his hips. Evan made sure to grab the sick bucket on the way out and headed back to the jeep.

James grumbled, coiling his arms to his chest when his dad laid him down in the passenger seat. He didn't move or complain when Evan strapped him in and when he shut the door, James slumped his head against the window.

Evan leaned his hip against the passenger door, folding one arm over his chest while his other hand fished out his phone and held it to his ear. He smiled encouragingly when James tried to look at him through the window before he closed his eyes again.

"Hi baby, we're just about to come home now." He could almost hear the relief radiating off his wife through the phone. Both of them had silently worried that James might have to stay in overnight or have more scans if his ribs were fractured in the wrong way.

"Thank God, how is he? Are they broken?"

"Yep, he's broken three ribs and a hell of a lot of bruising. They gave him a shot of pain relief and he keeled over. I uh, I'm carrying him around like he's turned into Cole. I think I might pull out the camp bed and stay in his room tonight, I don't think he's gonna sleep well."

They had a pull out bed in James's room in case he ever wanted friends to sleep over or in case Cole had a nightmare and wanted to stay in his room. Evan had already made up his mind to sleep on the camp bed, he didn't fancy leaving James alone in this state when moving his arms was hurting him. Tossing and turning in his sleep was going to wake him up in agony even with a shot of pain medication.

Evan would feel a lot better if he stayed with him in case James needed anything or he couldn't get to sleep.

"Ooh, God." (Y/n) brushed her sleeve beneath her nose, trying in vain to stop herself from crying for the third time tonight. "I've got tea ready for you both and if you stay with him, Cole can stay with me. The antibiotics are making him sick. Maddie and Chimney have already gone to make a statement."

"Just wait 'til I go and make a statement. We're leaving now so we won't be long, I swear I'm putting our house on lockdown as of now." He rounded the side of the car and hopped into the driver's seat.

He would call Bobby when they got home to ask for the week off, then none of them were leaving the house. Cole, (Y/n) and James were all going to stay in and rest and Evan wasn't letting Josie out of his sight in case she was the next one to come down with something or get hurt.

"Sounds good to me, baby."

***

"It hurts."

Evan grimaced as he put the safety pin in place and took a step back, frowning at his handiwork he was studying to make sure it wouldn't come loose.

"I know buddy but it's gotta be tight or else there's no point." If Evan wrapped the bandages round James's chest loosely, there would be no point in him having them on. They had to be tight to keep his ribs in place and try to help him heal and he had to wear the bandage for at least three weeks. None of them were going to get through the next month easily.

Evan reached up into the bathroom cupboard and placed the bandage roll back on the top shelf while James put his shirt back on. He had kept the first bandage on for two days before he kindly asked (Y/n) to take it off for him so he could get a bath. He had purposely left his chest bandage-free for an hour to breathe easier and have a break until his dad went for a shower, then he collared him to ask for help with a new bandage. Now he had a fresh roll wrapped around his torso and another ache pounding in his chest.

"Daddy!" Josie pushed open the bathroom door and clung to the door handle, swaying back and forth on her heels with a small smile in Evan's direction.

"Why do you all wait until I need the bathroom to find me?" He mused quietly with a grin. "What do you need, babygirl?"

He had barely got out the shower when James came in, shyly asking for help with his bandage. Evan had barely had chance to put his underwear on and he still hadn't shaved yet and now Josie decided she also needed his attention. Everyone in their house seemed to know exactly when Evan needed the toilet or a shower because that was when they went shouting the house down to find him.

"Mummy said she needs you now,"

Evan looked from Josie back to James who whistled and his lips formed a smirk until he realised Evan wasn't amused.

"Oi," Evan clipped the back of his hand lightly against James's shoulder before he reached out and took Josie's outstretched hand, letting her lead him out the bathroom.

"You're not dressed," She mused quietly, looking Evan up and down as she guided him down the hall towards his room. It was fairly normal for Evan to mill about the house in just a pair of jogging bottoms and no shirt, but he only went about in his boxers if he was in a rush or if he was extremely tired after a long shift.

"And who's fault is that?"

"Mummy's fault," Josie quipped back and as if to prove her point, she turned her head and ran her fingers along the tattoo etched into Evan's left wrist that she happened to be holding in a fierce grip. Josie took great pleasure in memorising all of Evan's various tattoos and telling everyone what they were, what they symbolised and if they were new or old.

She didn't like the circular bands around his forearm, but she did like the lyrics on his other arm from his elbow down to his wrist. She knew he had (Y/n)'s name on his left wrist, James's name along with his footprint from when he was born were etched across the left side of his chest just beneath his collar bone.

Obviously her favourite was her name along with the shaded grey flower on Evan's right shoulder. Then there was Cole's name on Evan's left shoulder along with a dove in flight at the end of his name. And Josie knew her dad had three other symbols etched onto his torso, his upper chest and another near his belly button.

"Alright, we'll blame your mum. Now go check on Cole for me please babygirl," Evan turned her in the right direction, planted a sloppy kiss to the top of her head and sent her off towards Cole's room.

"What's my fault?"

A grin spread across Evan's lips and he arched a brow, nudging the bedroom door shut behind him before he advanced into the room. His eyes locked on (Y/n) in an instant, seeing her sat on the end of the bed wearing just her bra and a pair of leggings. His arms folded across his chest and he stood in front of the wardrobe just a few feet in front of her.

"The fact that I'm not dressed because I was told you needed me. Urgently."

(Y/n) found her lips curving up into a smile and she playfully rolled her eyes when a charismatic look overcame Evan's features. Of course that was her fault. Why wouldn't it be?

"Dare I ask what you need me for?"

"A consult… I think I've had a bad reaction." Biting down on her lower lip, (Y/n) held her arms out in front of her and waited for Evan to see what she meant. Her eyes followed him, watching the way his grin fell into a frown and his eyes narrowed in on her arms. He let his arms flop at his sides and pushed off the wardrobe so he could cross the distance between them.

He knelt down on the carpet in front of her, gently nudging her thighs to the sides so he could squeeze between them. His hands wormed their way over her thighs before he gently cupped her wrists and stretched her arms out so he could examine them.

"What did you do?" There was no anger or irritation directed in Evan's voice, all (Y/n) could hear was concern radiating through his tone and flooding off him in waves.

"I was putting on some cream, clearly it doesn't like me." She reached beside her for the small tube of cream that had turned her hands and wrists a very dark colour with red splotches that were starting to itch. (Y/n) hadn't used this brand before, but she'd never had reactions to any creams or lotions before now, it was usually Evan and Josie who reacted to everything. The pair of them had to have very plain and simple shower creams and couldn't use bath bombs as it brought them both out in a rash.

"I think you better stay away from Aloe Vera from now on, baby."

Evan gently let go of her wrists, reminding himself to search for the antiseptic cream in a minute to see if that would help. He tossed the handcream somewhere near the bedroom door as a reminder to go and throw it in the bin before he slid his hands over her thighs again and curved them up around her hips.

He pushed up on his toes and leaned forward, balancing his weight so he could press a gentle kiss against her stomach. A low groan burned at the back of his throat when he felt (Y/n)'s fingers tangle in the short curls at the back of his head. His hands dug into the back of her hips and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings, curling his lips into a smirk when she looked down at him.

"What are you doing?"

"What, you can't guess?" He shifted up until he was crouching between her thighs, both hands planted down on the mattress either side of her and he leaned forward to steal a kiss.

"And when the kids come looking for us?"

A wolfish grin spread across Evan's lips that hovered so close to hers that she could feel each shallow breath he took. "I'm sure they can wait ten minutes. We're busy."

#buck imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #imagine #911 imagine #pregnant! reader #pregnancy #buck x reader #call me dad

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The Ship of the Day: Buddie

Character names: Evan “Buck” Buckley x Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz

Ship name: Buddie

Original Content: 9-1-1

Info about ship:

Continuing with our firefighters theme from the previous post, 9-1-1 is a TV show following a fire house in Los Angeles as they go about their daily lives, saving people in daring rescues, dealing with funny accidents and being all around badasses. At the centre of the show is the 5 main firefighters, 118 Captain Robert “Bobby” Nash, paramedics Henrietta “Hen” Wilson and Howard “Chimney” Han, and finally, the topic of this post, special rescues duo Evan “Buck” Buckley and Edmundo “Eddie” Diaz.

Yes, firefighters apparently really like their nicknames.

(Also, just look at Eddie's left hand placement in that gif, that's a strong grip on Buck's waist)

Buck and Eddie are the young, traditionally handsome members of the team, performing daring rescues with an ongoing repartee with one another. Best friends by their own descriptions, they were not always as close as they are in the later seasons. During Eddie’s introduction to the show, Buck was very against him joining, feeling as if he were invading and taking his role. It was only after pulling a grenade out of a man’s leg together that they learnt that they could get along and began their friendship. A true enemies to lovers story.

Buck helped Eddie find special needs childcare for Eddie’s young son, Christopher, and has stepped into the role of second parental figure for him. Buck is very good with Christopher and takes care of him often, even saving his life after they end up in the middle of a tsunami. Christopher absolutely adores Buck, going to him for help when Eddie is not available or is the reason for Christopher’s ire.

Type of ship: Queer Bait

The show is not scared of queer representation, it contains many characters who are part of the LGBTQ+ community including Hen being a married lesbian with a son and Bobby’s wife, Athena’s ex-husband being gay and after the divorce getting into a gay relationship. However, this seems to be the edge of where they go, they refuse to take this final step and instead insist on edging the fans on the will they, won’t they of Buck and Eddie.

Firstly, there is a whole lot of longing staring at each other, like a lot.

Buck’s early behaviour towards Eddie is described by his sister Maddie as a “boy-crush”.

Additionally, both of them are incapable of keeping relationships with female characters. Most of these female characters are brought in simply and solely to act as possible vessels of relationships and so are incredibly one dimensional. The only female partner who is more than that is Eddie’s wife, who firstly disappears from Eddie and Christopher’s lives and then, once she is back, very quickly dies. Eddie describes dating, or more specifically dating women, as “putting on a performance”.

Well, that’s a pretty queer-coded thought Edmundo.

Most people headcanon Eddie as a gay man who was pressured into a straight relationship due to family and so married the first girl he could, before he then spent most of his married life deployd halfway across the world for the Army. Buck, on the other hand, is pretty often headcanoned as a bi-man who isn’t so much closeted as just doesn’t really talk about it. It's something about him, but it's just that his past few partners have been girls and so people assume he is straight.

Going forward with more reasons Buddie is a queerbait, we return to Christopher Diaz. As mentioned earlier, Buck has taken up the role of a secondary parental figure for Christopher and this extends even into law. After Eddie is shot, something I’ll return to, and nearly dies, he ends up in the hospital for an extended period of time. Buck takes up the role of full time parent, firstly being the one to tell Chris that Eddie is hurt and then being the one to take care of him, getting him to school, bringing him to visit his dad. Altogether giving him full-time care. This is happening while Eddie has a girlfriend, a girlfriend who is a special needs teacher who knows how to take care of Christopher, and yet the job is still designated to Buck. As Eddie is healing he reveals to Buck that he changed his will and that, if he dies, Chris’ guardianship will pass to Buck. Not his girlfriend. Not his grandmother or aunt who he visits religiously, not even his parents. His best friend.

Baby trapping, anyone?

So, getting hurt. They both do it a lot. And I mean a lot. But it is not so much the injuries themselves that are important but the reactions of their other halves. When Eddie has a well collapse on top of him, Buck breaks down and starts trying to dig desperately with his bare hands, when Buck has a fire engine land on his leg and crush it, Eddie holds his hand and keeps him company while everyone else is working on getting the rig off of him. When Eddie is shot, Buck is the one to save him, facing one of his worst fears and going back under a fire engine for the first time since he got his leg crushed under one, to pull Eddie to safety. When Buck is struck by lightning, it is Eddie who screams for him, who lowers him from where he is hanging off the ladder and also the one performing CPR. When the medical professionals say they will do their best, Eddie tells them to “do more”. They both save each other's lives, they both are often fuelled by emotions when the other is hurt. It is very romance-coded. This is not to say platonic relationships can’t have this care, but it is almost always romantic relationships that have this care displayed on TV.

And the final part, the most damning evidence of the studio intentionally baiting fans. The Couch Theory. The Couch theory was created by fans and means the following: Buck’s couches are metaphors for his relationships. Every time he gets a new partner, a new couch happens, and every time he breaks from a relationship, the couch is gotten rid of. When he is questioned about this by other characters, he always says that it's because the couch is never right.

So where does he find the most comfortable couch, I hear you ask. Well, he often ends up on Eddie’s couch, even sometimes asleep there. So many of Buck and Eddie’s most important moments, their most queer-coded moments, occur on that couch. And in the most recent season, it seemed that fans were gonna get their way and the baiting was going to spawn into true queer. Throughout the season there were many inferences about the couches, Buck is unable to sleep on his couch so he goes to see Eddie and falls asleep on one side of the couch. Later in the season has Christopher falling asleep in the middle of the couch, and Eddie sits on the other side that wasn’t occupied by Buck earlier on. This creates an image of a family on that couch, two parents bookending their child. And what do the creators do with it? With the perfect set up they’ve built?

They give the two of them very hastily thrown in female love interests that have absolutely no background or connection to anything and then end the season before we can see any actual development.

The creatives intentionally took the focus of a queer theory and set it up for an apparent result only to swipe it straight out from under the fans. It was a spit in the face to fans and the fans were not happy with it. Queerbaiting is one thing but queerbaiting with fans own queer metaphors is a new low. And yet Fox did it.

Admin🦉

#fandom #gay ships #lgbtq community #ships #shipping #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #911 #911 on abc #911 on fox

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mazzystar24 · 14 days

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I just realised something but I might just be slow on that take but, ana called eddie Edmundo and Tommy is calling buck Evan... and that parallel is really something....

No legit like I think the excessive “evan”s from Tommy HAVE to be a little hint a little wink wink or something because the writers spent 7 seasons establishing the significance of names specifically Buck’s name and complicated relationship with being called Evan

Like time and time again we saw that it’s SIGNIFICANT:

• Buckley parents hating nicknames

• Him telling his parents people who know him call him buck

• His very first interaction with the 118 being him establishing himself as buck and then the little look when he sees how easily bobby accepts that

• Then the ONLY exceptions being Maddie and Eddie in the will scene

Ofc I’ve been thinking about this A LOT and my little English bisexual heart can think of a couple of ways that Tommy using Evan could be significant but the main ones are either:

A- it’s meant to reiterate that while he’s the right person for right now he doesn’t KNOW him like that, like it’s meant to kinda seperate him in our minds if that makes sense

B- foreshadow conflict in that relationship- though with the interviews I think this is HIGHLY unlikely because it seems like they want buck to have a nice little relationship as part of his self discovery journey

C- and I think this is most likely and also the nicest one tbh I think that like it’s meant to symbolise like tommy speaking to buck as a whole if that makes sense

Like Evan is the most vulnerable version of buck and the fact that Tommy is speaking to Evan could be intentional

Like I can go on about inner child and the significance of names and stuff but I think I’m getting my idea across? (Hopefully😭😭)

Like because Tommy brings out that self discovery I think the symbolism could be significant and purposeful

Now that being said I do admit it did rub me the wrong way the same way ana’s Edmundo did but if we do dissect it and look at it from a symbolic/ writing perspective it’s actually really interesting unlike the Ana version😭😭

#thanks anon!#🫶🫶🫶🫶#evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 fox #evan buck buckley #911 abc #911onfox #buckley diaz family #buddie #911 spoilers #911 #bucktommy #bi buck #asks open #send asks #answered asks #asks

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buddieisgoingcanon2024 · 6 months

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Something I love about Him being on those apps is the fact that over the years, that core group of people who hate Ryan have always used buddie not happening as his fault because in their words “he’s obviously homophobic and would never let it happen” and any time he’s said over the years (which is many and he was even actually the one who ended up naming the fandom buddie) how much he would like buddie to happen they’ve just dismissed it as him trying to placate fans and now? Well now they can all go eat crow. 😂

And I’ve never doubted his sincerity when he’s said buddie should happen but now it’s got even more sincerity behind it. Yes there have been plenty of rumors about him over the years on sets and around West Hollywood, but who knows if he’s questioning, bi, gay, unlabeled queer. But I can just imagine the feeling he probably had when he’s tried to get buddie canon and actually get to portray a character that could potentially be like him. And in a ground breaking move for a mainstream drama tv show if they ever actually let it happen no less. The way it would break from so many different “norms” culturally and socially. If it was me I’d be excited as hell to try and get that representation on screen.

Another curious question this makes me have is something we’ve all kinda joked about over the years since Eddie Diaz came on screen and met Evan Buckley. The question of what exactly were the screen directions in specific scenes because I’m now asking myself more then ever, just how much was some of those scenes just Ryan being Ryan and how much was him just playing Eddie lol.

⬆️🫶👏

#ryan guzman #buddie

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straightbait tournament F.A.Q.

where can i find the current polls?

all polls will be tagged as #straightbait tournament round (numeral), so you should be able to find them there.

however, if the tags are fucked, here:

kurosaki ichigo and kuchiki rukia VS gregory house and lisa cuddy

himmel and frieren VS abbie mills and ichabod crane

jeff winger and britta perry VS ochako uraraka and izuku midoriya

asuka tenjoin and yuki judai VS mako mori and raleigh becket

bow and glimmer VS galo and aina

keiichi maebara and rena ryugu VS hardwon surefoot and moonshine cybin

edward elric and winry rockbell but SPECIFCIALLY from fma 2003 VS maka albarn and soul evans

cali and flynn VS akko kagari and andrew hanbridge

steve harrington and robin buckley VS roy mustang and riza hawkeye

fox mulder and dana scully VS clara oswald and the twelfth doctor

tatiana slohzno and curt mega VS mako, korra, and asami

eva garvey and gabriel VS tyler rake and nik khan

alec hardy and ellie miller VS oscar francois de jarjayes and andre grenadier

ash ketchum and misty VS hikaru hitachiin and haruhi fujioka

matthew and mary crawley VS willow park and hunter

ava silva and michael salvius VS nina zenik and matthias helvar

kipo oak and benson mekler VS chrissie cunningham and eddie munson

ted lasso and rebecca welton VS luke skywalker and leia organa

the twelfth doctor and missy VS roman roy and gerri kellman

sam winchester and rowena macleod VS bruce wayne and selina kyle

bellamy blake and clarke griffin VS kathryn janeway and chakotay

livvy blackthorn and kit herondale VS tim drake and stephanie brown

brienne of tarth and jaime lannister VS merlin and morgana

jason grace and piper mclean VS peggy carter and daniel sousa

you can find the round one bracket here.

what tags do you use?

#straightbait tournament round (numeral) - for polls from a specific round of the straightbait tournament.

#straightbait tournament - any post generally about the straightbait tournament.

#singles tournament round (numeral) - for polls from a specific round of the singles tournament.

#singles tournament - any post generally about the singles tournament.

#honor the fallen - posts announcing the eliminated baits from completed rounds.

#announcements - important announcements such as start and end dates for each round and other information directly related to the tournaments.

#mod talks - casual posts and most asks. if you only want to see info that is prescient to the tournament, you can block this tag.

#(ship or character names) propaganda - propaganda for individual straightbaits.

#basics - posts concerning "vital" information, like rules and faqs, although i'm pretty sure that tag is busted atm, so this faq is kind of taking the place of those posts. you can find the original rules post here.

#other tournaments - posts promoting other tournaments, in which this blog has been tagged. there are some pretty cool ones in there!

what's your policy on ties?

only a perfect 50/50 counts as a tie. if one bait is even .1% higher than another, they win. i did this because i thought it would be funny and i also want to avoid tiebreaker rounds as much as possible

do you reblog propaganda?

yes! you are free to tag me in propaganda or to send it as an ask, although i will probably not reblog/respond to anti-propaganda. (you're free to make it or tag me though, it'll probably make me laugh)

what are you counting as straightbait?

the definition of straightbait in this tournament is intentionally very loose, and the poll question is also vague on purpose (is it celebratory or derogatory? who knows). i've accepted submissions with more obvious examples of "straightbait", such as cases where m/f couples are teased but never get together or are revealed to be queer. however, i've also accepted couples where they have some kind of weird fucking thing going on that could be interpreted a number of ways but isn't straightforward canonical m/f romance, "buried straights" who die after romance is confirmed, and a number of other things. i go more into this tournament's definition of straightbait here and here.

why is this couple in the tournament if they get together canonically?

see above. in most cases where this question comes up, we're talking about buried straights. if the characters in question are queer, it is straightbait at least partially by virtue of those characters not being straight. and if neither of the above, the answer you are looking for will be in the propaganda.

you're free to argue about the validity of a straightbait in the tags, amongst yourselves, or in propaganda, but please don't come to me about whether a bait should or shouldn't be in the tournament. their inclusion on this blog + submitted propaganda speaks for itself

for more on queer characters being submitted to this tournament see this post and the tags of this post

what is The Policy?

sometimes i rb propaganda posts that i tag with #as per The Policy. the policy says that any time i encounter a post on my dash that is related to one of the pairs in this tournament such that it could be used as propaganda, i have to reblog it.

how were the matchups decided?

i sorted all my submissions into popularity tiers, then randomized matchups within each tier, so characters were matched up with others with equal or similar popularity to the best of my ability. tiers were based on how many submissions a pair received and how well they did in the singles tournament. there were five or six tiers in total, although it's been long enough since i made the bracket that i do not remember the exact number

what is the singles tournament?

the singles tournament was a preliminary tournament that i ran for every pairing or character that was only submitted once, hence "singles". i only automatically qualified straightbaits with more than one submission, so i did this to allow more submissions to enter the main tournament. also a chance to see your blorbo in a poll at least once, even if they didn't qualify

what should i do if you've gotten something wrong?

send me an ask or a message, or leave me a comment! if you send an ask, please specify if you want me to answer it privately, as i will answer publicly by default. although be advised if i've made a typo in a poll option or poll title, i cannot edit it

what should i call you?

i've been referring to myself as straightmod/mod, but you can also call me karinyo! i use they/them, he/him, and ze/hir

have fun and enjoy your time here <3

#basics #straightbait tournament #the current polls section will be updated as each round goes live. so if any links are missing they probably just haven't been posted yet #mod's got a fancy new faq post in time for the official tournament

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trashendence · 1 year

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So, first of all how dare you make me laugh at something so dark (but I really did).

I think a lot about how this episode, at that particular moment, is the one and only time we ever got anyone — Buck, Eddie, or any other character — refer to them as "best friends." And he said it about ten minutes (or maybe a few days in show time) before "there's no one in this world I trust with my son more than you," in this episode that was the launch of the love story.

Just thinking how 911 is so precise and intentional, with everything, but especially with Buck and Eddie. No best friends, no uncle Buck (only *his* Buck), and we got the dreaded "brothers" only twice, earlier in Season 2, before everything changed.

I think about this a lot.

i’m glad it made you laugh, friend, because it was indeed a bit dark. (i also think you were the one to point out to me that this was the first and last ‘best friend’ to ever be voiced in relation to buddie which- changed me on a molecular level so yeah, thanks for that.)

it’s just that 9-1-1 doesn’t shy away from defining relationships, ever. and it has nothing to do with labels, rather with the fact that its storytelling needs to give structure and permanency to the deep affection running between characters. spouses, best friends, brothers, sisters, parents, sons. since the show is extremely fast-paced, this solid network of love and its unconditionality is what keeps everything together. and yet, for buck and eddie’s love to not be clearly defined for years is somehow…fitting.

i mean, this last ‘best friend’ happens at the heart of an arc that sees buck clinging with his everything to his ‘firefighter buckley’ persona because he’d feel like nothing without it and it also happens at the emotional climax of the episode chris spent looking specifically for ‘buck’, his buck who couldn’t hear him in the middle of a natural disaster — “are you buck? he was looking for buck”. and for someone like evan buckley? who is so deeply wounded and traumatized that even hearing his own true name touches way too many hidden buttons? it means a lot; names, definitions, roles — they matter . “there’s no one in this world [like you]”, or “there’s - there has been - no one in this world that even has a similar role in my life, no one that exactly compares, so i don’t know what i’m supposed to call you. you are buck.”

and to think that immediately after all of this, when eddie feels lost because he can’t reach out to buck — because he can’t call anyone from the 118 AND he can’t call buck —, buck’s fear is precisely that he’s been replaced by lena (whose name he physically strips off to uncover his own). there’s no one in this world, no one compares, and buck thinks lena — basically a stranger — has what it takes to replace ‘firefighter buckley’ and ‘buck’. thinks he’s expendable like that.

buck and eddie go on by exclusion, work in negatives — ‘what we are not’, ‘i am important if you die; i am necessary if you are not anymore’ — and they haven’t been able to define what they are to each other because eddie always had a problem accepting what he wants - to be, to have - while buck never really knew what to want in the first place.

but they’ll get there.

#i think about this a lot too (CLEARLY)#the Pure Rage i felt at the italian dub going ‘he’ll stay with his *friend* buck today’ during that one scene with chris. the point? missed.#aaaaanyways #i love the domino of unhingedness here so thank you for the ask <3 #iri got asked

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I always have found such romanticism in the use of their given names..

Buck can't guess Eddie's name right. A 6' 2" (who's clumsy with it)gringo who's a man. But he becomes the second most important person in his life. Yet the pretty docile Latina female guesses it right and she gives him a panic attack. Side note writers give me Ed's again please!!

Then Buck. Buck who latched onto a nickname to escape Evan Buckley. Evan, a name only his beloved sister is allowed to use, definitely not his parents. Yet in the moment Eddie needs his full attention that's the name he uses. "Say my name and everything just stops".

Clueless if the writers were not trying for symbolism but failed again.

Please give me a "Hey Ed's, yes Evan scene". I don't ask for much in life

Oh Nonnie! XD You just had to quote Taylor Swift’s line "Say my name and everything just stops"? Well, just kill me, it’s so ACCURATE for their scene in 414, especially because the next line is, “I don't want you like a best friend.”

ANYWAY. Now that we made me emotional enough, yes. IDK if you saw my 414 Buddie meta? It addresses the way Eddie uses Buck’s birth name, because absolutely the use of ‘Evan’ there is so, SO meaningful. And there is such symbolism there, your name as a symbol of your identity, of how you find yourself, of who knows the real you, of closeness and intimacy, and of who you find you want saying your name. Eddie knows to pull out ‘Evan’ precisely when Buck needs to hear it, needs to be seen and be assured of his place and of who he belongs with, while Buck is the only one who has ever used ‘Eds’ for Eddie, and he did it precisely when he was begging him to hold on by saying specifically the words, “Stay with me,” which are so much more intimate than the standard phrases along the lines of, “Stay awake.”

It’s not about Ana guessing Eddie’s name right (which never made sense to me, it’s an illogical guess to make) while Buck didn’t. It’s about the fact that Eddie lets Buck in, lets himself be known by Buck, and so Buck ends up having a nickname for Eddie that no one else ever used. Something special and theirs. Something intimate that reflects their bond. Something that tells Eddie, even in the mayhem of the ambulance rushing him to the hospital, that Buck is right there and he needs Eddie to fight to stay alive.

In both cases in 414, we have one of them addressing the other by a name/nickname that’s not usually used, so it is emotionally packed and it conveys so much more than just the name on its own does. It’s a connection that testifies to everything they’ve already been through together and how they’ll keep getting each other through the worst of it to find better times with each other.

Thank you for the ask, lovely! Have a great day! And as always, here’s my ask tag. xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #ask #anon ask #anti-eddieana #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Nature of Flames

Character: Evan Buckley

Universe: 9-1-1

Warnings: None

Fire is a force of nature on its own. It only got worse, when someone is near it without wanting it. The heat radiating from it, would not be acceptable, so close to the body. As it was dancing around skin, threatening to burn it.

In such a situation were you one night, when the apartment building, in which you lived for a while, until you home in the outskirts of the city you lived in would finally be finished.

Nothing bad ever happened. The other residents were nice and welcoming. A lot of old folks, just two or three younger couple two of them even with children, while you lived alone.

In this specific night, something terrible happened, in the apartment under yours, were an old nice lady lived for decades, began a fire, how or what burned, you did not know, only that she did not out lived it. She was engulfed by the flames, before anyone could make it to her. You tried it too, but could not even get to the floor under you, because at this point, the stairs were engulfed in flames too. You could hear cracking from wood as well as stone.

To your utmost horror, as you wanted to ran to the floor above yours, to be further away form the flames, you realized that you already were boxed in. Nowhere to go, to flee you retreated back into your own apartment. Trying to hold of the flames with water and the smoke with a cloth over your mouth.

But nothing could help you now. The flames even with all wet, broke trough the door and began to eat at your apartment as well. The fire department was already there, but for some reason the flames seemed to be adamant about getting to you. At some point, you just gave up. Sat down on the floor, int he middle of your living room, awaiting the flames, to get out too.

Some of them burned parts of your skin. You were able to hold back screams of pain. Just for the flames to get a nib at your skin again.

Just as you gave up and wanted to engulf the flames yourself, you heard someone talking. Right in front of you, was a person in a firefighter suit. A smile broke out on your face, as you saw another mans face through the glass front. Only for finally lose consciousness after breathing in so much smoke.

Steril white, was the next thing you were able to see. A hospital there was no question asked. Your body ached in pain. A slight pained moan finally escaped your mouth, as you tried to look around. A man you don’t recognized was sitting at your side. As he saw you finally were awake, he got a nurse to check you out and vanished. For the two weeks, you were in the hospital, you did not see the man again. Which bugged you, because he was there after what happened.

The first time in your life, someone really seemed to care. Luckily the nurse who helped you and looked after you, told you his name and that he was a firefighter.

But even with the informations you had, you battled with yourself, if you should talk to the person. He was there, when you woke up but did not came back at all. You felt hurt but still, it was possible that he knew, who saved your life.

Before anything you got to your new apartment, which was smaller than the old one, but your house should be finished very soon. So you did not really cared. But just for your peace of mind, you furniture it completely.

Two weeks after you got out of the hospital, you finally stood in front of the fire department. Some strange looks came in your direction, but you did not really cared. Most of them looked at your burn scars anyway. Not once since the incident were you ashamed of your new looks. In some aspects it even made you stronger.

Finally after standing before the building for solid ten minutes, you got the balls to go in, directly walking in front of a man, just to doubt you again. But it was too late, he already had seen you.

„Can I help you?“, he asked friendly but also concerned. Because mostly you looked stressed out.

„Im searching for a firefighter, his name is Ethan Buckley? Or was it Evan? Im not really sure anymore,“ you awkwardly laughed, as the name of the man slowly began to slip your mind.

But the man in front of you, seemed to have understand. He gave you a hand gesture to follow him and you did. Your head down, fighting with yourself in silence. At some point, you ran into the man who was leading you somewhere, you said „sorry“ in a low, almost inaudible tone. But when you looked up, you saw the man that you woke up besides in the hospital.

He looked just as awkward as you felt. And the other man instantly picked up on it, excused himself and almost ran away from the situation.

Between the man and me, was a strange silence, for a while, we looked each other up and down, his eyes mostly fixated themselves on my burn scars.

„Is it Ethan or Evan?“

Your question muse caught him off guard because he looked at you like a hit puppy, „What?“, he asked in return with an awkward laugh.

„Your name, is it Ethan or Evan? I forgot it, when I spoke to the other guy and to be honest it is a little embarrassing for me.“

„Its Evan, but please, call me Buck.“ Finally the awkwardness began to subside. An award winning smile, began to form on the handsome strangers face.

But it only made you even morse nervous, „I wanted-wanted to thank you for-for being there, when I woke up.“ You began to spoke with clear issues. „And asked you if-if you know who saved me form the flames.“ By the mention of the horror you outlived, your face scrunched together in disgust with yourself, for letting it happen to you.

Buck laughed at your obvious nervousness in front of him, „Yeah I do,“ he told you. Since the moment you had began to speak, you hadn’t looked in his face, until this moment. His award winning smile, became a smug one. You already knew that he was it. Just as you had thought. But to get it confirmed was another thing.

„Thank you. I had given up, because I couldn’t flee anymore, as the flames came into my apartment.“

He looked pained at you, a knowing look in his beautiful blue eyes. „It is my job, don’t worry.“

„Maybe I overstep here, but would it be too much to ask you out? On a date?“

The pained expression he just had given you switch with on of shock. You were sure that many people asked him out, but maybe this wasn’t the right moment for it.

„Of course as thank you for saving my life.“ You tried to back paddle, but it only seemed to anger him, „No not this way, you are hot as fuck and im sure you a very aware of it. For the last couple of weeks, I could only think of you. Sitting there besides my bed, concerned for my well being and then you were gone, never came back again… I should stop rambling that doesn’t make anything better.“

You began to again awkwardly scratch your neck again, embarrassed enough from your inability to speak to a man. Which was the main reason you were still single.

„I would love to.“ He finally broke your thoughts. Your mind went blank and were only able to stare at him.

„What? Are you serious?“

He nodded confidently, „Absolutely, you are hot yourself, in more ways than one.“ His eyes laid again on your scars. Did he really joked about it? But for some reason you could only smile at him. „Im free, in the evening, so around eight pm?“, he asked you flirtatiously, with a side smirk and his eyes again looking up and down your body.

„I will be at the front at eight,“ you told him before walking off. Mind racing asking yourself, what the fuck just had happened. But with a happy step in your walk.

You could only hope, that the next flame, that touches you, would not burn your skin, but your heart, with its beautiful blue eyes.

#Evan Buckley x male reader #Evan Buckley imagines #9-1-1 x male reader #9-1-1 imagine #x male reader #male reader

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nurse-buckley · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 5

Title:

Prompt: Debris

Word Count: 1,855

Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, Hen Wilson and Chimney Han

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Evan Buckley (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of minor injury, flash flooding, landslides and storms.

Summary: the team are called in to help with flash flooding when disaster strikes one of their own. Written for day five of @whumptober for the prompt debris

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr

Authors notes: Well considering this day started off rubbish because I found I lost this document in the great One Drive deletion (honestly still not over that) but hey, we made it to day five and we're still going strong. Thank you as always to my amazing beta @firemedicdiaz <3 I love you to the moon and back!

The sound of the rain echoed through the room as it pelted against the windows of the firehouse. Hen, Chim, Eddie and Buck all stood around the table as Bobby briefed them about the rescue they’d been called in to help with. Outside the heavy rain had been relentless and had caused flash flooding and rivers had burst their banks. Their main concern was the landslides that threatened to engulf large parts of the city.

“Why is it always us who ends up with natural disasters?” Buck whined.

“It’s just water, I’m sure you’ll survive.” Hen must have realized what she’d said with the look Eddie and Buck gave her in return.

“We don’t exactly have the best track record with storms,” Eddie replied.

“Or large bodies of water,” Buck added.

“Alright, enough you guys,” Bobby commanded as he stepped up to the group. “We’ve got reports of flash flooding. The heavy rain has caused the rivers to overflow and a burst riverbank downstream. There’s now concern about landslides, multiple victims trapped, and multiple evacuation orders are in progress.”

The jovial atmosphere shifted immediately as Bobby continued to outline the specifics of their rescue operation and gave orders to the team. With their orders given and their gear checked, the members of the 118 prepared to head out towards the disaster zone.

As they pulled up to the scene, the devastation was staggering. The once-familiar landscape had turned into a mess of destruction with downed trees and muddied waters. The roar of the river could be heard in the distance as it echoed through the valley and mixed with the sound of the unrelenting downpour.

The incident commander on scene assigned them all their tasks as Buck and Eddie exchanged worried glances. With their orders given, the team split up as they began their rescue efforts, determined to save as many victims of the storm as they could.

Eddie carefully navigated his way through the rough terrain and wreckage as he called out to anyone who might need his help. His flashlight cut through the darkness as he climbed the hill above the waters to get a better vantage point of the scene. As he neared the top of the hill, he heard soft cries and called out again as he moved his flashlight towards where the sound had come from. At first it had sounded like a small animal but as he neared he saw the silhouette of a young child, soaked to the bone and shivering. The boy couldn’t have been more than 6 years old, his eyes wide with fear.

Eddie knelt down, his heart aching as he crouched to the child’s level, “hey, buddy,” Eddie began softly, his voice a soothing contrast to the chaos around them. “My name’s Eddie, I’m a firefighter and I’m going to get you out of here, alright.”

The young child lunged forward as he clung to Eddie, tears streamed down his cheeks as he buried his face in Eddie’s neck. With the child safely in his arms, Eddie carefully began to make his way back with the hopes someone else had found his family and they could be reunited.

As he climbed down what was left of the hill, the rain-soaked earth suddenly shifted beneath him as it began to give way below his feet. Eddie’s heart was in his throat as he tried to maintain his balance to not dislodge anymore sediment beneath them, but it was a losing battle.

Desperation clawed at him as he clung onto the child, determined to protect him and get him back to his family safely. He took another cautious step forward and felt himself slipping further. As if in slow motion, he set the child down and pushed him upwards as he yelled for the child to run.

His body tumbled with the rest of the earth as it hurtled toward the raging waters below. As his body plunged into the icy waters, he sucked in a deep breath in reaction to the sudden temperature change. The water effortlessly seeped its way into his turnout, making every movement feel even heavier and more sluggish as the cold crept into his bones and he fought to keep his head above the raging currents. He tried his best to fight and swim to the edge of the river bank but the raging flood waters were unrelenting as they continued to carry him downstream with great force.

His body collided with debris as he continued downstream that battered and sliced into his sides. The last thing he saw before his world faded was a large piece of debris heading toward him. It struck him with a brutal impact and his body went limp as he felt himself lose control as the world seemed to slow down and spin around him before he succumbed to the darkness.

His body continued to be swept away by the waters, his fate hanging in the balance unknown to the rest of his team who continued their own search and rescue efforts.

Buck continued his search, determined to find more survivors. As he waded through the waist-deep water, he called out for anyone who might have been nearby. He aimed his flashlight in every direction until the light fell upon a small child all alone, cold, and wet.

Buck hurried over and knelt in front of the child. “Hey, are you okay? My name’s Buck,” he began with a smile as he held out a hand to show he wasn’t a threat. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

“I-I wasn’t alone…” the child replied quietly.

“Who were you with? Your parents?” Buck asked.

“N-no. A-a firefighter got me, but he fell.”

Buck’s stomach dropped but he tried to remain calm as he asked the child for more information. “Did you see my friend? Was his name Eddie? Did he find you?”

The child’s eyes filled with tears as he nodded.

“Did you see where he fell?”

The child raised a shaky finger as he pointed towards the raging waters that splashed angrily below them. A lump formed in his throat and fear gripped at his heart as he watched the mass of debris and destruction below him, knowing Eddie had ended up down there. He picked up the child and held him close as he raised his radio to his mouth to speak, “man down. I repeat, firefighter Diaz is down.”

Bobby’s voice crackled over the radio, “what’s your location?”

Buck relayed the information and held the child a little closer as he waited for back up to arrive. His words hung heavy in the air as the 118, scattered around the disaster zone, scrambled to save their own at Buck’s distress call.

Panicked and concerned, the team rushed together and regrouped to locate their missing teammate. Buck had handed the child off to another crew as he met up with Bobby, Hen and Chim.

“Buck, are you alright?” Hen asked as she saw the grim look on his face.

He nodded in reply, not quite trusting himself to speak.

“We stay focused and we stay safe,” Bobby ordered, “we’ll find Eddie, I’ve already alerted the IC and search and rescue. We’ve got everyone out looking for him.”

With a renewed determination, the team rallied together as they began their search for their missing team member. Buck’s heart raced with anxiety as he cast his light downstream. There was a mess of mud, downed trees, and debris and he had begun to lose hope until his flashlight hit something. A flash of yellow caught his eye, bright against the darkness. His heart skipped a beat as he read the familiar yellow writing on the back of the turnout coat, ‘Diaz.’

Buck’s voice tore through the night as he alerted his team, “I’ve got eyes on him,” his voice a mix of relief and fear at not knowing his friend's condition. It took every ounce of self control within him to not run down the hill to Eddie’s side.

As the team heard the news, Bobby was quick to make the decision knowing Buck wasn’t going to have it any other way, “Buck, you and I are going to go down there and get him. Hen and Chim, I need you to make sure we’ve got an ambulance ready and get more bodies here to help with the ropes.”

With a new sense of urgency, Bobby and Buck put on the harnesses and attached themselves safely to the ropes before they began their descent down the treacherous hillside towards their fallen teammate. The rain continued to pound against them and the roar of the water below deafened them but they pushed forward.

When they reached the bottom, Buck wasted no time as he ran to Eddie’s side and fell to his knees. He ripped off his glove with his teeth as he pressed trembling fingers to the side of Eddie’s neck and held his breath, praying he’d feel a pulse.

His skin was icy cold and pale and it took a moment but finally he felt it, a faint but steady pulse beneath his fingertips. Relief flooded him as he nodded to Bobby, “I’ve got a pulse.”

Buck’s relief was, however, was short lived as he took in the full extent of Eddie’s condition. He was pale, his body battered and bruised and freezing from where he’d been soaked and laying in the river's icy waters.

The pair worked quickly as they stabilized him the best they could under the challenging conditions. Every moment was critical and they knew they couldn’t waste any more time and had to get him back up to an ambulance.

Up on the hill, Hen and Chim coordinated the rescue efforts from above as they managed to get all three men back up to safer ground.

Once they were all on solid ground, the team wasted no time in getting Eddie into the waiting ambulance. Inside, they quickly removed his wet clothing and were finally able to get a look at the full extent of his injuries. The sight of Eddie’s body, battered and bruised, sent a fresh wave of worry through all of them but they focussed their efforts on getting him stable.

As they worked to warm him up and assess his injuries, the ambulance sped towards the nearest hospital. Buck had refused to leave Eddie’s side and continued to hold his hand, his fingers intertwined with Eddie’s as he watched and listened to the rhythmic sound of the heart monitor that provided comfort that his friend was alive.

The medic in the back with them continued to work around them to keep Eddie stable and comfortable until eventually they began to see a slight improvement in his condition. His vitals had steadied and he was no longer the deathly shade of pale he had been when they first found him.

Buck couldn’t help the relief that washed over him as the ambulance neared the hospital and the skies began to show signs of clearing; a sign of hope and promise that the storm was behind them.

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 2 years

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Characters I write for and Request details

I am also taking requests!

I write for all of the people either romantically or platonically, so if requesting for someone you could ask for someone to be their sibling (Like Eddie Munson x Henderson Reader) when requesting these the sibling and romantic partner must be from the same fandom

Side Blogs: @manyfandomsfanvergentreblogs

Throne of Glass

Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan Whitehorn

The Rookie

Tim Bradford

Lucy Chen

911

Evan "Buck" Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy hargrove

Jonathan Byers

Mike Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Max Mayfield

Outer Banks

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

Scythe

Rowan Damisch

The Inheritance Games Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Grayson Hawthorne

Jameson Hawthorne

Nash Hawthorne

MCU

Peter parker (Tom Holland)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Peter Quill

Yelena Belova

Kate Bishop

Matt Murdock

Lance Hunter

Bobbi Morse

Grant Ward

Leo Fitz

Lincoln Campbell

Deke Shaw

Daniel Sousa

The Hunger Games

Peeta Mellark

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

The Naturals - Jennifer Lynn Barnes

Dean Redding

Michael Townsend

Divergent

Tobias/Four Eaton

Peter Hayes

Eric coulter

NCIS

Tony Dinozzo

Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Non Specific

Nonspecific Female

Nonspecific Male

For the nonspecific ones, you can either choose a name or I will do one! It helps the writing flow. Also, for reader types, you can choose GN! Or Fem!

Please include what type of fic you want, angst or fluff.

Any side characters to make appearances?

And any type of prompt

I won't write for; Rape, smut, cheating, incest, pregnancy, children, SA, or anything else like that.

I will write for anxiety, ADHD, ocd, etc. Along with eating disorders and self harm.

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malereadershortsworld · 1 year

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Hi ⚡︎

Masterlist

Hi guys! I’m here to bring a smile to your face and write down all the cute (or sexy 😭) scenarios in your head. I will only be doing male reader and male characters! Don’t be scared to request I'll love to hear from you all. This will be like a gif series of sorts so pls don’t except full on essays (some will still be long, however). If you want to request a show and you don’t see it on here still try to request it! Unless its anime.

⇣ What do I write for? ⇣

Cobra Kai : Miguel Diaz, Robby Keene, Eli Moskowitz, Demetri

Wolf Pack : Everett, Harlan, Austin, Conner, Cyrus

Marvel : Peter Parker, Thor, Deadpool, Shang-Chi

Stranger things : Steve Harrington, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Johnathan Byer, Lucas Sinclair

Legacies : Mg, Ethan, Landon, Jed, Ryan Clarke

Julie and the Phantoms : Like Patterson, Alex, Reggie

Alice in Borderland : Arisu

Titans : Dick, Gar

Descendants : Jay, Ben, Hook

Euphoria : Nate Jacobs, Chris McKay, Elliot

911 : Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Teen Wolf : Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, Theo Reaken

Lab Rats : Chase Davenport, Adam Davenport

Ginny and Georgia: Marcus Baker, Zion Miller

You : Joe Goldberg

Young Royals : Wilhelm,Simon, August

13 Reasons Why : Justin Foley, Clay Jensen, Zach Dempsey

Gossip Girl (reboot) : Otto, Akeno, Max Wolfe

The babysitter : Cole, Max, John

Outer Banks : Pope, JJ, John B, Rafe

Shameless : Carl Gallagher

The Chilling Adventure of Sabrina : Nicholas Scratch, Harvey

Riverdale : Jughead, Archie, Reggie

On My Block : Ruby Martínez, Cèsar Díaz, Jamal Turner, Oscar Díaz

Bullet Train : Ladybug, Tangerine, Lemon

The order : Jack Morton, Randall Carpio, Hamlisch Duke

Elite : Samuel Garcia, Patrick Blanco, Phillipe, Ander Muñoz, Guzman, Iván, Joel

Love, Victor : Felix, Victor Salazar, Andrew

Flash : Barry

Scream 6 : Chad, Ethan

The Legends of tomorrow : Nathan Haywood, Behrad Tarazi

One piece (live action) : Sonji, Zoro, Luffy, Usopp

To check out specific gif shorts of a show, click the # that’ll say the show name and short! ( Example : cobrakaishort , euphoriashort, etc. and it’ll be in the hashtags at the end!) It’ll send you to all the shorts made about that show by me.

ALSO I DO HEAD CANNONS AND U CAN REQUEST

—————————-Mini Series —————————

Pinterest boys stories

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What don’t I write?☠︎

I don’t write for anime (I don’t watch it sorry 😭)

Incest, rape, furry content, mpreg

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ro-is-struggling · 1 year

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✨600 Followers Celebration✨

Welcome to the ro-is-struggling 600 Follower Celebration!!!

an event that I'm definitely not planning since I hit the 200 followers mark, nope of course not

Below the cut you will find a list of prompts that are divided into two parts. The first part consists of concepts based on scenes from sitcoms and some romcoms. The second part contains song lyrics that I have to use as reference for writing the stories. You guys will have one week, so from today January 5 until January 12 (though the deadline can be extended) to choose from the long list of prompts which ones you would like me to write and with which characters. All you have to do is leave me a ask with your request plus some details I explain below.

As prompts are requested I will mark them as taken on the list and at the end of the week the requests will be closed and I will start working on the ones that I got up until that point. The prompt list is extensive and –I think– pretty diverse so that everyone will find something that catches their attention. Anything goes! Fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, anything you guys like! (although I'd appreciate it if you read the blog rules first).

Below the cut you will also find the rules of the event. I ask you to read them carefully before making any request so we are all on the same page and avoid any confusion. If you have any questions, my private messages and ask box are always open so don't hesitate to ask!

Thank you all so much for the support you have given me and continue to give me in everything I post. When I created this blog almost a year ago I never imagined that anything I posted would get so much support –and part of me still can't believe it. I never imagined doing a Follower Celebration, certainly not for 600 followers! Thank you all from the bottom of my heart, your constant love and support is what fuels my inspiration and keeps this blog going even in my worst moments!💜💜💜💜

The characters I write for are:

MCU: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker (all three of them), Matt Murdock, Peter/Pietro Maximoff, Stephen Strange

Harry Potter: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, James Potter

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove

The 100: Bellamy Blake

The Umbrella Academy: Diego Hargreeves

Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid

9-1-1: Evan Buckley

Rules:

- Prompts cannot be repeated. If a scenario is already taken by a character, it cannot be used with another character. I will update the post to mark the prompts that are already taken so everyone can see it before leaving a request.

- If the same prompt is requested for multiple characters I will choose which character to use it with depending on who requested it first or which character inspires me the most to write it.

- Prompts cannot be combined, neither between them nor between those based on movies/TV shows and those based on songs.

- Characters CAN be repeated. You can ask me for as many stories with the same character as there are prompts (always taking into account that the scenarios are not repeated).

- The stories can be of any genre you want. Obviously as there are prompts based on scenes from movies/TV shows I already have in mind a specific tone according to where they come from, but that doesn't mean that it can't be changed. You can ask for something specific if you wish. If you want it to be angst with no happy ending then that's what I'll write. If you want it to be fluffy or end in smut then that's what it will be. You can add your ideas as well!

- Please be clear when leaving a request. Specify the fandom, full name of the character you want me to write about, and if you have a specific idea, please detail it. Also clarify (if you have an idea) who you want to be Character A and Character B in the story. I need to be able to distinguish between characters that have the same name but are from different fandoms (example: Steve Rogers and Steve Harrington. If it just says Steve I don't know which one you mean). In case I don't understand which fandom/character you specifically want then I will choose or discard the request entirely.

- Prompts can be adjusted depending on the character being requested. I think this goes without saying but in most of the movies/tv shows where I got the prompts from the characters are adults so if the prompt says the action takes place at work but someone wants that prompt with idk the marauders for example then it would be changed to the school setting, you know what I mean?

Prompts:

Part 1: Concepts inspired by movies & tv shows

During a blackout Character A finds a cat wandering around the building and sets out to find its owner. That's how they meet Character B, who takes their breath away the moment their eyes fall on their figure (if someone doesn't ask for this one with Bucky to include Alpine I'm going to cry) {Friends 1x7}

Enemies to lovers in which Character A and Character B have a bet in which if Character B loses they have to go on a date with Character A. But it's not a normal date, but an event prepared to be remembered as the worst experience of their life. Only in the middle of the date they realize they can have fun together {Brooklyn 99 1x13}

Team A and Team B play a trivia game to see which group knows more about the other but they end up betting too much {Friends 4x12}

Character A and Character B realize they are the only ones who didn't have sex in the office (or anywhere else depending on the fandom) and seek to change that {The Office 7x18}

Character A and Character B have been dating for a while now. One day at the end of a date Character A says I love you for the first time and Character B, in complete shock, panics and ends up replying "I love cake" {That 70s show 2x7}

Character A asks Character B for help to get the attention of their crush since B has a lot of experience in the subject and A not so much. The problem is that in the middle of their arrangement they begin to develop feelings for each other and the plan for Character A to get a date with their crush is forgotten as they use their arrangement as an excuse to be together {The Duff}

Character A and Character B are secretly in love but times and fate were never on their side. Now that Character B is dating someone Character A does everything they can to move on. That is until one day ends up snapping and after getting drunk on a failed date they end up leaving a message to Character B where they confess how they feel {Friends 2x7}

Character A and Character B are in a secret relationship and make the mistake of kissing in a place where there are security cameras. When they realize it, they struggle to avoid being discovered while wondering if anyone already knows {Brooklyn 99 3x1}

Character A leaves a dirty message for Character B as part of a prank/dare, the problem is that Character B becomes obsessed with finding out who the mysterious person on the other end of the line is. When they finally find out, they can't look at Character A the same way again {Seinfeld 3x8}

Character A is in love with Character B, who is their best friend's partner. Character A suffers in silence when they see them together, flirting with Character B from time to time without realizing it, until one day A gets tired and confesses what they feel and they end up kissing ( + the dialogue prompt "Do you think I like flirting with my best friend's significant other?") {That 70s show 1x13}

Character A is nervous about going on their first date after being single for a long time so they turn to their friend for help. In a confusing turn of events Character A ends up drunk at the house of Character B, their date, the day before the event. The next morning Character A wakes up hungover and thinking their chances with Character B are ruined, but in the end Character B shows up at their house to drop off something they forgot the night before and assures them that they are looking forward to their date that night {Parks and Rec 2x4}

Character A and Character B are friends who fell in love and are now trying their luck as a couple. They have just begun to explore their relationship and experience intimacy, but begin to have problems when Character A bursts out laughing every time something remotely sexual is about to happen between them. That leads them to question their relationship and wonder if they did the right thing by becoming a couple {Friends 2x15}

Character A and Character B are in love but don't want to admit it because they are dating other people. Things are not going well and Character A plans to break up with their partner. The problem is that Character B doesn't know it and invites them to an event where everyone will be there. Then Character A ends up snapping and breaking up the relationship in front of everyone. In the middle of it all, their partner mentions the obvious feelings between Character A and Character B, creating problems in the latter's relationship even though both try to deny it {Brooklyn 99 2x9}

Character A and Character B have feelings for each other but can't bring themselves to admit it. That is until they have to pretend to be a couple (for a mission, a family party, whatever) and end up kissing on more than one occasion. Their feelings for each other become evident and they end up confessing their feelings - but not before acting like a couple of nervous, awkward idiots {Brooklyn 99 2x23}

Character A and Character B have been friends for years and have a little too much chemistry and romantic tension. After being teased about it by the rest of their friends, Character A decides to kiss Character B to "find out how it felt" {That 70 show 1x1}

A mysterious pair of black handcuffs is found which leads to a search for their owner, who ends up being the most innocent and least suspected person {Friends 10x16}

Character A is going through a breakup so as any sane person in their place would do they ask Character B, their best friend, to give them neck hickeys to make their ex jealous. Things escalate between them and for the first time in a long time Character A forgets about their ex {Parks and Rec 2x10}

Part 2: Song lyrics

“Last night I lay in bed so blue // 'Cause I realized the truth, they can't love me like you” (Love Me Like You by Little Mix)

“Why you always wanna act like lovers // But you never wanna be each other's?” (Light Switch by Charlie Puth)

“Just because it won't come easily // Doesn't mean we shouldn't try” (Easily by Bruno Major)

“Fed up of being the shoulder you cry on I want to be the shoulder you lie on” (If I Get My Way by Little Mix)

“I happen to know that what I felt you felt, too // But that makes no difference to me // I know this love is doomed” (You, Dear by Eloise)

“Baby, I don't care if you got her in your heart // All I really care is you wake up in my arms” (One Last Time by Ariana Grande)

“If I get my way, I'mma take care of you // I can take her place, let me get my way // If you let me try, just one night, I can prove // I can take her place, let me get my way” (If I Get My Way by Little Mix)

“You crave attention and I need affection so let's walk the silver line” (Dear Lover by Little Mix)

“I'm not in love // So don't forget it // It's just a silly phase I'm going through” (I’m Not in Love by 10cc)

“It's not your fault I ruin everything // And it's not your fault I can't be what you need” (Angels Like You by Miley Cyrus)

“if I don't make it back from where I've gone just know I loved you all along" (Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil)

“It's four a.m. and I know that you're with him // I wonder if he knows that I touched your skin” (Happily by One Direction)

“The road that was broken brought us together” (The Joker And The Queen by Ed Sheeran)

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thebrainofcorpse · 10 months

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Hierarchy | Evan Buckley

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trigger warnings: bullying/ableism, mental disorders, workplace harassment, abuse of power

gender-neutral reader with no specific description of appearance

word count: 2.2k

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Your last few years of high school were a miserable time in your life. Aside from the exams that you were just barely passing, the talk amongst your classmates about what they wanted to do after they graduated was a popular topic of discussion and it was one you could never participate in because you had absolutely no clue what you wanted to do. You spent your early 20's working part-time and studying a course you didn't even care to remember the name of but thankfully, it was because of that campus...or rather the fire that brought it down, that got you to where you are today.

In front of a firehouse.

You struggled a lot in becoming a firefighter...more than the others you were training with. You didn't think you'd make it this far, let alone still be this interested in the job but here you were and you couldn't be more proud of yourself.

"Hey, you two must be the probies." A voice spoke up and you turned to see a guy walking towards you and the girl who stood beside you.

Her name is Josie Campbell. She was one of the girls you had trained alongside in the academy. You two never got the chance to speak to each other but you heard a lot about her and how she practically had a one-up on everyone because her father was a Chief of a firehouse. This firehouse.

"Yes, that's us!" Josie spoke up. "We're supposed to be meeting with Captain Nash."

"Right, come along. He's just up there." The man nodded, turning and walking towards some stairs. Josie immediately began following the guy and so you did the same, picking at the skin around your nails anxiously.

As excited as you were to be starting a new chapter in your life, you didn't really enjoy the part where you'd have to interact with new people. People who'd be judging your every decision until the probationary period was over...if you even make it that far that is.

"Hey Cap', got some fresh meat here for ya'." You almost cringed at the introduction but you did your best to hide it and instead, you focused on the man that stood up from his seat with a warm smile.

"Welcome to the 118, I'm Captain Nash."

5 months later...

You huffed in annoyance, packing up the truck after a false alarm call had claimed that a child was stuck in a tree. The 'child' was a lady's cat and that same lady was being put into the back of a police car for wasting the 118's time and resources.

"You can't be mad at the lady, Mouse." Buck laughed, coming up beside you and packing his gear. Mouse was the nickname the firehouse gave you because you were so shy and quiet when you first started, they could barely get a word out of you unless you felt it was necessary to talk.

"I'm not mad at her." You muttered.

Buck paused, contemplating for a moment before he made a noise of realisation. "Is this about Josie?" Your lack of response only confirmed his beliefs. "I'm sure she didn't mean it like that."

You felt a rage burning up inside of you at his words. "Of course, you don't Buck, you're not the one being called incompetent."

You walked away from him, refusing to participate in the conversation any longer. Buck made you feel like you were crazy. You're sure the entirety of the 118 would make you feel the same way if you had confided in them the same way you did with Buck.

You and Buck's friendship was by far the most unusual of the 118. He was loud, obnoxious and extroverted and you were not. He approached you first which was quite a surprise considering you had made no move to befriend any of the firefighters. At first, it was just him making random comments and you simply nodding at them but slowly, you began to respond to them and those short responses eventually turned into long and meaningful conversations.

You would've considered Buck as an older brother if it wasn't for your stupid crush on him. You hated yourself for it sometimes. You really liked your friendship with him and you didn't want your feelings to ruin it. Thankfully, it was times like this that made you not want to be with the guy.

Josie was a problem for you. You tried so hard to like her but something about her put you off and you couldn't put your finger on it until recently.

You knew Josie wanted Buck. She wasn't very quiet about it and you think that her feelings for him were what made her treat you the way that she does.

She makes snide remarks and hurtful comments but Josie is smart. She does it in a way that only you'd be able to understand whereas everyone else would let it fly over their head.

You hated her. Not only for her comments, that was a small part of it. You hated her for making you look dumb and crazy. And as you jumped into the truck, trying to ignore her conversation with Buck, you couldn't help but fight back tears of frustration because with the probationary period coming to an end, her comments to you were getting worse.

She was trying to throw you off your game. She wanted you out of the 118 but she wanted to do so while remaining innocent in the eyes of the other firefighters.

"Mouse...hey Mouse? We're back." You looked up at Hen who was tapping your knee and smiled at her before climbing out of the truck.

Bobby was already on his way up the stairs, calling for all the firefighters to follow him up for dinner. By the time you made it up there, everyone had already found their place and there was just one spare seat beside Chim. You were right in front of Josie who was sitting between Buck and Eddie.

"Looks good as always Cap'." Eddie complimented, putting himself a plate of lasagna.

Hen took a bite and almost moaned at the taste of the food. "I'm so glad that wasn't a long call."

"I know, right? We didn't have to put in any effort, it was good for you, huh Mouse?" Josie added, smiling at you. You looked up at her in confusion.

"What does that even mean, Mouse didn't do anything?" Chim questioned. He was right. Buck had gone up to save the cat while the rest of you stood aside and watched.

"Well, I mean, the call didn't require a lot of brain power. That wouldn't have gone over well." Again, Josie made no sense to anyone and she could see it because of the confused looks being exchanged.

"I don't understand what that’s supposed to mean." You muttered, only for Josie to sigh in annoyance.

She mindlessly cut herself a piece of lasagna before looking up at you. "You're autistic, right? And you have ADHD? Plus other things too. I feel like you've been struggling recently in our calls. Like, I don't know, how do you even focus? Isn't it too hard trying to work with all of those things distracting you? I just don't want you to make a mistake and risk us or even you getting hurt."

You felt like throwing up. Everyone had stopped their eating and were looking between you and Josie.

No one knew those things about you. You had always kept that to yourself and it was because of this very reason. You didn't want it to be held against you. You didn't want to be blamed for things going wrong. You've always been insecure, ever since you got diagnosed.

"How do you know that?" Your voice came out in a whisper and you were surprised that anyone even heard you.

"It's in your records." Josie shrugged and your eyes widened.

"Those are classified." Buck chimed in. "Aren't they, Cap'?"

"They are." Bobby nodded, eyeing Josie in an almost judgemental way. "How did you access them?"

Josie rolled her eyes. "Come on guys, my dad is the Chief of this firehouse." As soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes widened. "Wait, n-not like that. I just happened to see it by accident when I was in his office."

"Why would he have Mouse's files out?" Eddie questioned, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest.

You felt like crying. You were humiliated. Every time one of them looked at you, you felt like they were judging you. It was getting hard to breathe and you wanted to cry. You couldn't handle the conversation anymore so you simply got up and left.

You took leave from work as soon as you got home. Thankfully, it was approved and the entirety of the two weeks you weren't at work, your phone was blowing up with calls and texts from Buck, Eddie, Chim, Hen and even Bobby which you were surprised about but you couldn't bring yourself to look at them.

You thought they were going to be judging you. Telling you that you shouldn't have put them at risk by keeping your diagnosis to yourself. You thought you were going to cop it the worst from Bobby, with him being Captain and all. He has the right to know these things about his team and because you kept it from him, you thought he was going to be mad at you.

But a knock on your door proved you wrong.

You were surprised to see Buck there and even more surprised to see him sigh in relief at the sight of you. He was in uniform so either he was coming back from work or heading to work.

"I thought you died." He huffed, running a hand down his face. "Why didn't you answer our texts? Are you okay?"

You shrugged, feeling a tightness in your chest at the sight of the firefighter. You appreciated that he cared enough to show up at your door, even if you didn't want anyone to see you like this.

"What do you think, Buck?" You sighed, moving out of the way to let him in. "I'm sorry."

Buck shook his head as he followed you to your living room. "Don't be. I-I don't know how you're feeling but...but I wouldn't be okay either. Look, I just wanted you to know that Cap' isn't mad. No one is. If anything, we're mad at Josie. She's actually...well, Cap' has been arguing with the Chief."

Your eyes widened at that last bit of information. "About what?"

"Well, for one, Josie abused her power. Like, yeah her dad's the Chief but that doesn't mean she's allowed to have access to what he does. Cap' wants Josie transferred...or like, fired. He doesn't think she should be allowed to work when she uses people's personal things against them." Buck explained.

"Oh." You nodded, glad that something was being done. For some reason, you didn't expect anything to be done about it. You thought that because of her being the Chief's daughter, they would all let it slide for fear of getting in trouble.

"Um..." Buck started and you gave him a look, telling him to continue. "Why didn't you uh...tell me? Like, I get it, I know why you'd want to keep it to yourself...but...did you think I'd judge you? Because if so, I just want you to know that I would never do that. I get that people have their own personal issues and you're a great firefighter, you've never shown any signs of being bad at your job and clearly your...you know...like, the autism and stuff...it-it hasn't caused any problems for you or us."

"I know Buck. I know you won't judge me. " You confirmed, watching his shoulders drop as if you had taken the weight off of them. "I just thought everyone else would...plus I didn't think it was important, ya' know? If it wasn't causing any problems then I just didn't feel the need to bring it up."

Buck nodded, softly putting a hand on your shoulder. "You should come back, Mouse. It's not the same without you. We all want you back. I want you back."

At this, you blushed and looked down, trying to hide your shy smile. Buck laughed, reaching for your hand and holding it softly in his.

You didn't know what to say so you said the only thing that you could come up with. "Shut up."

This only made Buck laugh again. "So you'll come back? Please say you will! I'll do anything! I'll uh, get you ice cream? Take you to dinner? Buy you that book you keep talking about?"

You looked up at him, eyes widening slightly. "Take me to dinner? Like...a date?"

Buck smiled, "If you'd like to..."

"I'd love to." You nodded, giggling as Buck jumped up.

"Good, now put your uniform on! Bobby said you can start now if I could convince you to come!" Buck mentioned in excitement. "I'll wait here and I'll drive us there!"

You rolled your eyes but stood up. "Fine...but only 'cause I miss everyone.

"You missed me the most though, right?" Buck questioned and you rolled your eyes before walking towards your bedroom. "Right?"

You closed your bedroom door behind you and giggled to yourself. You hated that you let Josie get to you but you know the 118 has your back and after this, you know you'll never have to doubt it again.

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redtapesworstnightmare · 5 months

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cut me slack (i've watched your heart stop)

In which Eddie gets The Call from Cedars-Sinai while he's off work thanks to a healing injury. Being Buck's emergency contact is suddenly a very real thing.

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tags: Major Character Injury, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Whump, Stressed Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz Needs a Hug (9-1-1 TV)Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Eddie Diaz is Evan Buckley's emergency contact, We all know it, so why won't the writers give us emergency contact content, anyway, Medical Inaccuracies, Hospitals, tiny bit of emotional hurt/comfort, buck just needs some help understanding that he! is worth! being helped!

When Eddie’s cell phone rings on the coffee table, he almost doesn’t answer it. He’s honestly not sure he has the mental capacity to be civil to someone trying to check on his well-being after spending the last half hour fighting his dryer, which he swears has it out for him. He’s aware that it was probably a stupid thing to be doing with a very freshly healed wrist fracture, but he’s going out of his mind being stuck at home and knowing he’s still got another couple weeks minimum off work.

He misses his team.

Maybe that’s what drives him to glance over at his cell and see the caller ID: Cedars Sinai Hospital. The location directly underneath indicates the caller is in Los Angeles, which is a fact Eddie knows very well. He’s been there too many times for too many terrible reasons.

Seems he’s about to be there again.

“This is Eddie Diaz,” he answers, already half-breathless. He can feel the beginnings of that same feeling he’d had in the suit shop, those tendrils grabbing at every corner of his chest and pulling it in on itself, but, in a move that would make Frank proud, Eddie validates his own panic and breathes through it.

“Mr. Diaz, my name is Deirdre, I’m an RN at Cedars-Sinai. Could you verify your date of birth for me?” Eddie blinks, nearly forgetting his own birthday.

“I- uh, 5-17-89,” he stutters out, absently realizing that being forced to recall the date has oddly helped to settle his panic for the moment. “Can you tell me what this is about?”

“Thanks so much, Mr. Diaz,” Deirdre says. “I’m calling on behalf of Evan Buckley, you are listed as the primary for… let’s see, pretty much every form of contact on here, actually, for an Evan Buckley, this something you were aware of?”

“I- yes, yeah, we’re each other’s- how bad is it?” Eddie doesn’t finish a single thought but Deirdre doesn’t even miss a beat.

“Well, unfortunately I am calling you specifically for your role as Mr. Buckley’s power of attorney. He does need a couple of decisions made about his care that he’s not fit for at the moment. If you’re able to get here soon that would be best, I can’t tell you much over the phone.” To her credit, Deirdre does sound apologetic, and Eddie’s panic has begun to ratchet back up.

“I’ll be there as fast as I can, is he- please, how bad?” Eddie repeats.

“Let me put it this way–we took the time to get a POA here instead of just following full emergency protocol. He needs a lot of help, but he has time for someone close to him to weigh the options and make the decision he would want.” Somehow, that doesn’t make Eddie feel much better at all. “Listen, there’s a note here that you’re a firefighter,” Eddie’s heart aches, he was so close to having Buck’s back again, “so you and I both know I can make no promises. But he’s holding steady and in great hands until you get here.”

By the time Eddie has let Carla know she needs to keep Chris overnight or drop him off with Pepa (a very rushed affair, and Eddie is honestly not sure Carla had even finished processing his words by the time he was hanging up) and gotten himself and his truck in one piece to Cedars-Sinai, it’s been no more than half an hour and yet an entire lifetime since Deirdre first called. He charges in the front doors and past the front desk to the first nurse’s station he spots with an unerring path, so clearly familiar with the space that neither receptionist stops him. By some stroke of luck, a nurse with a nametag that says Deirdre with a big blue RN tag hanging below it is standing at a computer on a rolling table just to the side of the station, and Eddie walks right up to her.

“My name is Eddie, I think we spoke earlier,” he says, cringing at the slight wobble in his voice. Deirdre’s already kind face splits into a smile.

“We did indeed,” she answers kindly. She’s got a soft Southern accent that didn’t really register on the phone and it catches Eddie off-guard in a hospital in the heart of Los Angeles. “I didn’t see you check in or I would’ve had Mr. Buckley’s chart up.” Eddie winces.

“I, uh-” he clears his throat. “I apologize, ma’am, I’m here a lot and I kind of just charged on back,” he says, and Deirdre’s smile turns amused.

“You firefighters, you’re all the same,” she teases as she taps around on her computer. “Alright, you’re all checked in, I’ll swing by to grab you a visitor’s badge after I get you up to speed and get things rolling with Mr. Buckley.” Eddie nods, realizing he’s fallen into parade rest in front of Deirdre’s little mobile station. It’s something he rarely does anymore–something he really only falls back to in uncertain moments.

“Alright, first things first…”

Eddie’s ass is numb.

Buck had gone into surgery almost two hours prior, and Eddie’s had enough time to sort through all of the frantic texts and voicemails from his team that he’d missed–while wrestling the stupid fucking dryer, which he’s never going to stop being angry about–and update Carla, who promised to explain things to Christopher.

Even two hours later, Eddie’s head is still swimming from the sheer amount of paperwork he’d signed, which had taken nearly the first forty-five minutes after Buck had been wheeled off. Eddie’d had to consent to about four different surgical plans and a backup for each, and he still can’t decide whether his medical knowledge was a blessing or a curse for his conversations with Deirdre and Buck’s doctors as they ran through Buck’s injuries and how they wanted to fix them.

The story from the medical team was purely clinical, just the run-down of the torn ligaments in Buck’s elbow and shoulder, severe burns on his neck, and “somewhere between moderate and severe” concussion–not to mention the general internal bruising to a not-insignificant portion of his organs and the swelling along his spinal cord that would likely lead to temporary paralysis but should subside on its own before Buck leaves the hospital. The story that Eddie got once he got a hold of Bobby was worse, so much worse, and his words are still on repeat in Eddie’s brain.

“Bobby, you’ve gotta tell me what happened,” Eddie finally pleads after five minutes of Bobby attempting to placate him without a direct answer about how Buck had gotten so injured. There’s a pause, and then Bobby finally releases a long, pained breath.

“It was a house fire. We were on the second floor, and we just kept uncovering more code violations every time we walked into a room to clear it.” Eddie winces; he’s seen his fair share of those, and it never gets easier to see a situation so preventable become so deadly. “A patch of the floor couldn’t hold the weight of Buck plus his turnouts, and it gave out right underneath him.”

“I’m guessing the elbow and shoulder injuries are from trying to catch himself?” Eddie realizes, knowing damn well that, for all of Buck’s clumsiness, the man’s reflexes on the job are impeccable. Bobby makes a noise of agreement.

“I swear I heard at least two different things snap by the time he finally lost his grip, and then- God, the sound when he hit the ground…” Bobby trails off, another shaky breath escaping. “He landed flat out on his back all the way in the basement and lost his helmet somewhere on the way down.”

Eddie feels like he can’t breathe.

“I’m not even sure how the burn on his neck got there–we finally got him out and it was just there. He must’ve hit something on his way down.”

Buck had stirred once while Eddie was working through the plan with his doctors, letting out a groan and turning his head a little towards the sound of Eddie’s voice as if even while unconscious he could feel Eddie’s stress. Eddie had just tightened his grip on Buck’s hand and brushed the curls off his forehead with the other, murmuring softly. Buck had settled quickly, and Deirdre had had a very soft look on her face when he’d turned his attention back to the task at hand.

At about hour three, Maddie finally arrives, murmuring hushed apologies about shift work and childcare that Eddie waves away. She pulls him into a hug, and the sisterly affection is grounding in a way he hadn’t been expecting.

“How is he?” she asks him as she settles in the chair next to him. Eddie’s not sure how much she knows, and he thinks for a moment, wondering how much to let on without her asking.

“I- well, not great,” Eddie finally settles on, wincing as it comes out. “He’s in for a long surgery, but his doctors were using way more when than if, you know?” He knows Maddie will catch his drift, nurse-turned-dispatcher brain intimately familiar with the language of medical professionals. She nods immediately, relief clear on her face even through the obvious worry. “His injuries are pretty extensive, but the surgical plan is thorough as hell.” Maddie snorts, knowing smile on her face.

“Isn’t being his power of attorney fun?” she asks teasingly. “He’s never been one for simple medical care.” Eddie chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

“God, isn’t that the truth,” he says. “Nothing else I’d rather do, though. I like knowing what’s going on with him, y’know? Especially after-” he cuts himself off. Maddie still understands immediately.

“Especially after he went and died?” she says, and it catches Eddie a little off-guard.

“I- well, yeah,” Eddie says. “And I know you probably want to know just as much, you went through it too-”

“But I only knew the aftermath,” Maddie says gently. “By the time I knew he’d died, I had a heart monitor to watch for reassurance. You-” Maddie pauses. “You had to sit through not knowing if there was gonna be a heartbeat to watch again.” Eddie releases a long, shaky breath.

“It was- it was so bad,” he admits, surprising himself. “I’ve been through hell but it honestly does not compare to those three minutes and seventeen seconds without him.” Maddie’s got a calculating look on her face, and then it lifts into a soft smile.

“You love my brother the way he deserves to be loved,” Maddie says. Eddie’s heart jolts.

He- he does love Buck, he supposes, if he thinks too hard about it. Which is why he doesn’t, probably, because he had vowed never to think of a friend like that again ever since he and Trent had kissed in the seventh grade–and then Trent had promptly ended the best friendship Eddie had ever had.

(Trent is out and proud now, which Eddie only knows because the guy had reached out over Facebook to apologize–and ask to meet for drinks.

Eddie thinks he might’ve given the guy a chance if he hadn’t had Buck in his life.)

“I don’t know if it’ll ever be as much as he deserves,” Eddie finally says, “but I do know he’s the best thing that ever happened to me and Chris.”

“Honey, I apologize, I just realized I forgot to pass along the message from your crew,” Deirdre says, popping her head into Buck’s still-empty hospital room just as it’s going on hour five of surgery. Maddie had left, needing to go look after Jee-Yun but demanding any updates and swearing she’d be back within a couple hours. “They wanted me to make sure you knew they’d be here as soon as they could, but your captain was having trouble getting things covered.” Eddie nods.

“Don’t worry, Bobby let me know over the phone,” he assures Deirdre. Bobby had apologized profusely even as Eddie had tried to reassure the man that it was okay, there wasn’t much to be done at the hospital anyway.

“Oh, good,” she says. “It sounded like they were running with a skeleton crew even before your boy landed himself here, and LA has just gone wild today. My ER’s been busier’n a stump-tailed bull during fly season.” Eddie has to huff a laugh at that, exhausted as he is. The remnants of an accent and the phrases that can only come from life as a Southerner flowing from Deirdre’s mouth are making Eddie feel at home–he’s pretty sure his own long-forgotten Southern twang has crept back in on some of his words in a way it hadn’t since his early Army days. “Well, I’ll be back around soon enough–your captain said they should be here around now, barring the overtime he was already desperately trying to avoid judging by the phone call he was on as he walked outta here.” Deirdre’s gone again just as quickly as she’d appeared.

Eddie’s phone rings almost immediately.

“God, what-” he starts to groan, until he picks it up and sees that the caller ID says Carla. Shit, he’d promised to call at some point so he could update her and talk to Christopher. It’s a FaceTime, so Eddie tries to make his hair look less insane before giving up and just accepting the call.

“Carla, hey, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t even think about it,” she interrupts, “you had bigger things to worry about. How’s our boy?” Eddie sighs, letting Carla’s calm voice soothe him.

“Well, he’s been in surgery for five hours now,” Eddie says, “but the prognosis was good. I’m guessing they ran into some complications. I’d be surprised if they hadn’t, and that’s probably why it’s taking so long, but so far I’m taking no news as good news.”

“That’s usually how it goes,” Carla agrees. “What do you want to tell Chris?” And that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? The last time Buck was hospitalized, he hadn’t even been able to breathe for himself. “Eddie?” Carla prompts. Eddie sighs.

“God, I don’t even–what do you think I should tell him?” he asks, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“The truth,” Carla says simply. “He knows the reality of yours and Buck’s job, has for a while. He already knows something is up.”

“Can you put him on?” Eddie asks. He decides he should probably just get it over with–and, selfishly, he really just wants to see his son. Carla smiles knowingly and calls for Chris, who appears remarkably quickly.

“Dad! What’s going on, why couldn’t you come get me?” Chris demands immediately.

“Hey, buddy, I’m really sorry,” Eddie says. As soon as he speaks, he knows Chris can tell something is wrong. A poorly-timed announcement on the PA system calling for a rapid response somewhere on the other side of the floor Eddie’s goes off just then, and the realization cements on Christopher’s face.

“Dad, why are you in a hospital? Are you okay? Is Buck?”

“I’m all good, buddy, but Buck got really hurt at work today and they needed me here to make some decisions for him.” Eddie isn’t sure how much more of what happened he can keep kid-friendly, and he braces himself for the questions Chris is bound to ask.

“What happened, is he gonna be okay?”

“From what Bobby told me, he got pretty hurt because of a fall,” Eddie says, hoping it’s not so vague that it prompts more questioning. “His medical team here is really good, and they think he’s gonna be just fine.”

“He’s Buck,” Christopher says, tone the same one from the day before when he’d said Da-ad, everyone knows Apollo 13 is the one that blew up. You’re thinking of Apollo 11 during a heated discussion about the moon landing. Eddie has to smile.

“Yeah, mijo, and Buck’s pretty tough, isn’t he?”

“The toughest,” Chris agrees. “You’re gonna stay with him, right? Can I come?”

“Not yet, kiddo, he’s still in surgery and he won’t wake up for a while afterwards, either,” Eddie says. “I’ll stay with him the whole time, though, promise. If I have to leave there will be someone else here until I’m back. I’ll make sure he knows you said hi, okay?”

“And tell him I’ll be there as soon as you let me,” Chris adds, making Eddie chuckle.

“I’ll tell him that, too,” he says. “I’m sorry I’m missing dinner with you, kid.”

“That’s okay, you should be with Buck,” Chris says decisively. God, how did Eddie get the best kid? Eddie’s about to ask to be handed back to Carla, but Deirdre pops in with a smile on her face that Eddie recognizes from all the times he’s waited to see Buck in a hospital.

“Hey, I gotta go, okay? I love you so much, be good for Carla.”

“Love you, too,” Chris chirps. “And tell Buck I love him.” Eddie can’t help but grin.

“I will, kiddo.” They hang up and Eddie looks up at Deirdre expectantly, making her chuckle.

“Your partner’s in recovery, they’re monitoring him for just a little while longer and then he’ll be back down here. I also just saw some familiar names on the check-in log, so I think you’ll have some company soon.” Eddie smiles and checks his watch–they’re right on time. Bobby must have worked some magic to get the crew off shift with no overtime.

If Eddie thought Bobby had sounded exhausted and frazzled over the phone, it’s nothing compared to seeing him in person. The bags under his eyes could probably count as a personal item on an airplane, his shirt buttons are misaligned, and his hair is sticking up in ways Eddie didn’t realize Bobby’s hair was even long enough for. The rest of the team doesn’t look much better, honestly, and Eddie has the urge to go ask a nurse for several cots.

“You look terrible,” is, inexplicably, the first thing out of Bobby’s mouth. Eddie has to fight down a nearly hysterical giggle.

”Me?” he demands instead. “Bobby, when’s the last time you looked in a mirror?” Hen snorts. Bobby doesn’t even try to fake offense, scrubbing a hand down his face as Eddie stands to pull him into a hug.

“He’s gonna be fine, Bobby,” Eddie whispers. “He’s on his way back in now, and everything’s been holding steady.” Bobby doesn’t fully relax, but by the time the two of them separate some of the tension has fallen away.

Hen follows with another tight hug, and Chimney pulls Eddie in for a brief but tight squeeze accompanied by a firm clap on the shoulder that Eddie reciprocates. Deirdre, bless her, had placed enough chairs for everyone in Buck’s room, and so as Eddie sits back down, Hen, Chimney, and Bobby settle in for the wait. Maddie arrives merely moments later, Jee-Yun settled with the Lees for the night, and goes right to Chimney’s side, tsking at the state he’s in from his shift. Athena’s with her, similarly discontent with the condition Bobby’s in.

It’s only ten more minutes before they hear the distinct sound of hospital bed wheels just before Deirdre’s smiling face appears in the doorway.

“Y’all got one more comin’ in,” she says, and Eddie’s entire body tenses. He’s not sure why, he’d seen Buck before surgery still covered in grime and blood. The sight awaiting him is sure to be so much better.

He’s still stressed about it.

“Eddie, you wanna meet me out here to talk details once he’s settled or should we stick in here?” Deirdre asks.

“Here’s fine,” Eddie says almost too quickly, and Deirdre nods and steps fully inside. The head of a hospital bed appears in the doorway behind her and she reaches out to help guide it in, two orderlies and another nurse stepping in when the foot of the bed makes it through. Watching them snap everything in place and switch lines and leads from portable monitors to the full-size versions is mesmerizing. It’s like watching a choreographed dance, and even though Eddie’s wound so tightly he thinks a tendon might snap, he’s really impressed by the whole thing.

“Eddie,” Hen whispers from beside him, “breathe, would you?” As Eddie looks over at her, he realizes how much air he’s been holding in his lungs. He lets it out slowly as she watches expectantly, and she pats his leg appreciatively as he looks back over at Buck.

Buck, who looks both better and worse than the last time Eddie saw him nearly six hours prior. The blood and dirt have been washed away, cuts sutured and bandaged. He’s wearing a proper sling now, one that has a cushion to prop the arm up a little and attaches around the torso in addition to the usual over-the-shoulder strap. Eddie knows Buck’s going to hate it, but he also knows a regular sling absolutely would not keep Buck stationary enough to actually heal.

The problem is, without the layer of blood and grime on Buck’s skin, Eddie can see just how sallow his face is. He’s so pale he’s nearly gone white, but there’s such a significant amount of bruising that a lot of him just looks gray. Eddie closes his eyes, breathes for a moment–it’s a gesture he never would’ve allowed himself around others a few months ago, but he supposes that’s what all the therapy is for.

“What do we need to know?” Eddie finally finds his voice to ask as he reaches to take Buck’s hand, deciding he’s earned that small comfort. Deirdre smiles softly.

“I’ve got some more paperwork so you don’t lose your mind trying to remember all this, but here goes,” she starts.

In the end, Buck wakes up exactly seven seconds after Eddie decides that if Buck doesn’t wake up in the next twenty minutes, he’ll call Bobby to sit with him so he can go home and give Chris a hug and an update. Buck has been out of surgery for going on 72 hours and while Eddie’s seen Chris when Carla brought some clothes and a snack, he has yet to actually leave the hospital since Deirdre called him. He’s sliding his phone out of his pocket to set a twenty-minute timer when Buck’s hand tightens around his, and he’s standing immediately, sending his phone skittering across the floor.

“Buck? Buck, Ev, can you hear me?” Eddie asks. He’s trying not to sound too panicked, not wanting Buck to pick up on it and worry when all he needs to focus on is opening his eyes, but it’s hard. All Eddie can feel is the way his heart seems like it’s hammering against his ribcage and his skin feels just a little too tight.

As soon as Buck opens his eyes, Eddie feels at home in his body again.

”Hey, there you are,” he breathes. A ghost of a smile passes over Buck’s face, and with the color that’s come back to his face he looks almost okay. The bruising is still there, but Eddie knows that beggars can’t be choosers. “I’m gonna get Deirdre in here, how do you feel?” Without letting go of Buck’s hand, Eddie smacks the call button and then reaches for the water that’s been living on Buck’s bedside table, getting dumped and re-filled every so often since Buck got back from surgery.

“Ca- can’t feel…” Buck’s voice isn’t more than a whisper, and even after drinking some water it gives out before he can clarify exactly what he can’t feel. He lets go of Eddie’s hand to gesture instead, letting his own hand flop around on his left leg before reaching back for Eddie.

“Can’t feel your legs?” Eddie asks, praying that’s all he can’t feel. That had been the doctors’ prediction, and if it were more than that Eddie’s not sure what it would mean. Thankfully, though, Buck nods. Eddie sighs, oddly relieved. “That’s what they expected. The way you landed caused some swelling around your spinal cord, doctors warned us there could be some temporary paralysis.”

Buck’s face drops a mile, and Eddie’s heart breaks a little. The gaze Buck casts at his legs is pure dismay.

“Buck, hey, look at me,” Eddie says firmly, and Buck drags his eyes back to meet Eddie’s. “Temporary. Okay? Should get better in the next couple days. You’re not done being a firefighter.”

Because Eddie knows exactly what Buck is thinking. He and Bobby have had a few conversations about where they went wrong after the ladder truck bombing and Buck’s embolism, how things got so bad that Buck felt backed into filing a lawsuit. Despite what he’s told Buck, Eddie still feels bad about the whole situation, but he also knows that it’s in the past and they’ve done the work of understanding how things got as bad as they did. In all honesty, now he’s just relieved that he and Bobby, in one of their talks, decided to form a loose contingency plan should Buck’s typical luck continue and land him in a condition where he can’t work again.

Case in point, the hospital room Eddie is currently standing in.

“Rest ‘f team’s… ‘kay?” Buck croaks out, because of course that’s the next thing he’s worried about with the paralysis addressed. It brings Eddie out of his own head just in time–as he’s answering that yes, Buck, everyone is totally okay and just worried about you, Deirdre appears with all her usual joy.

“Well, look who I finally get to meet!” she declares, bright grin on her face that has Eddie smiling reflexively. “Buck, I’m Deirdre, I’m the nurse in charge of your care while you’re here. Let’s run through a few tests and then I’ll let Eddie fill you in on the rest.”

“Eddie, why are you insisting on letting me put you out?” Buck asks, casting another look at the cane propped against his hospital bed. It’s about the fourth way he’s found to ask that question since the topic of discharge the following day has come up, and Eddie and Bobby exchange an exasperated glance.

“Because I’d be real annoyed if you tried living in an apartment with stairs while your legs are still being weird and broke your neck, and then I lost all my free childcare. Is that what you wanna hear, Buck?” Eddie finally demands, having exhausted all of his usual kind reassurances. Buck rolls his eyes. “You- oh, Jesus Christ.” Eddie breathes, knowing suddenly that there’s really only one way to get this through Buck’s staunch denial that he is worth any kind of trouble, and he was really hoping to not do it in front of the man that is essentially Buck’s father.

But, honestly, he figures it’s a small price to pay if it finally convinces Buck that he’s worth every kind of effort Eddie could possibly put forth.

“Buck,” he says softly, taking the man’s hand. Buck senses the shift immediately, eyes snapping to meet Eddie’s. Eddie can see exactly when he registers the look that’s being directed at him. “Buck, it is never putting me out to have you with Christopher and I. Do you hear me? We love having you there. Honestly, I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

“Me too,” Buck admits in a near whisper.

“That does not change just because you need a little extra help for a while. Okay? Certainly didn’t seem to change things for you when you were sleeping on my shitty couch taking care of me after I got shot.” Buck shakes his head. “That’s love, though, isn’t it?” Buck inhales sharply. Eddie swears he hears Bobby doing the same. “I love you, Buck. Stop convincing yourself you aren’t worth my time or care.”

“Okay,” Buck breathes. “Okay. I- Eddie, I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say it first.”

“I think you needed to hear it first,” Eddie says, smile pulling at his lips. “I’ll never begrudge that.”

“Thank you for bullying me into staying with you,” Buck says softly one night. They’re laying together in Eddie’s bed, and it’s just over three weeks after Buck’s accident; two since his release from the hospital. The two are gently intertwined, one of Buck’s legs tossed across both of Eddie’s. Even weeks out from the accident, it had taken them nearly ten minutes to get comfortable in a way that didn’t put pressure on Buck’s shoulder but also didn’t press on Buck’s back in the specific way he said made his legs go tingly, but Eddie thinks it was worth it.

“Thank you for finally agreeing,” Eddie answers. He presses a kiss to the top of Buck’s head, still giddy at the fact that he gets to do that now. “You still up for coming to the station tomorrow?” Buck shifts so he can look at Eddie, grin on his face.

“You think I’m gonna miss your triumphant return to the 118?” he asks. Their second true, blowout fight ever–the first being in a grocery store in front of their entire team and the poor staff members nearby–had occurred the week prior when Buck found out Eddie was planning to push off his return to work in favor of taking care of Buck.

“I’m not a little kid, Eddie! Why is it that you seem hell-bent on treating me like one?”

“You almost fucking died, Buckley, would you cut me some slack? Excuse me for being a little cautious when I have literally watched your heart stop. And it’s not like you can do much for yourself right now. What are you gonna do, piss in a bottle when you realize you haven’t been getting up unassisted?” Buck scoffs.

“Oh, I just knew you’d be difficult about this,” he spits. “I talked to Carla, alright? Got myself on her schedule. Your technophobe ass probably wouldn’t know this, but it’s actually still pretty easy to use a cell phone even when only one limb has total function.”

“How are you turning this on me right now?” Eddie demands, incredulous that his distaste for technology has ended up on the table. “Excuse me for not loving your track record when injured, alright? You don’t exactly have a very strong history of taking care of yourself. Or did you forget about almost dying in Bobby’s backyard because you pushed yourself so hard?”

Eddie decides it’s time to stop replaying the argument in his head. The insults had only gotten more creative and finally the fight had only ended when Buck had worked himself up so bad he had a coughing fit and Eddie had promptly nearly tripped trying to get over to Buck to start taking vitals. Eddie’d had to acknowledge that, okay, maybe he did tend to get a little worked up over Buck’s health. Buck, in turn, admitted that he hadn’t exactly given Eddie a shortage of reasons to worry.

He looks at Buck instead, still smiling up at him, and lets the love he’s finally stopped bottling up wash over him.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to drag yourself all the way out there just to come home after like an hour,” Eddie says. “You’re still healing, I don’t want you to feel like you have to put on a show.”

“Supporting you has never been some performance,” Buck insists. “Neither has taking any excuse I can get to eat cake from the bakery Hen goes to. That shit has never not hit the spot.” Eddie laughs.

“Okay, alright,” he says, “I get the picture. I won’t stand between you and your cake.”

“Good choice.”

“So. Hit the spot again?” Eddie asks Buck, unable to contain his grin.

“You have no idea, Diaz,” Buck answers through a mouthful of cake. “Might be even better than yours.” Eddie scoffs in mock outrage.

“How dare you?” he demands. “Mine had a screenshot of my wrist X-ray. Yours just says Congrats on not being paralyzed! I can’t believe nobody called HR.” Buck snorts.

“Baby, if anyone were gonna call HR, they would’ve done it when you stuck your tongue down my throat in the locker room this morning.”

“Trust me, we all wanted to!” Chimney shouts. Hen cackles from somewhere behind him.

Eddie decides it’s the perfect opportunity to kiss his boyfriend again.

#911 fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #injured evan buckley #my writing #buddie fic

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